#fuck it i love you

[lesbianpepsi]

Fuck it I love you | part II

pairing: sam carpenter x fem!reader

summary: When paired with Tara Carpenter for a project you were expecting a B or maybe even an A. Not falling in love with Tara's older sister, Sam.

series masterlist

words: 2.627k

warnings: light swearing, reader is a oblivious idiot,

authors note: i love y'all, remember to stay hydrated and stay safe:)

You have been going to the Carpenter apartment quite frequently after your first visit there; the nervous first time going over there jitters you had completely vanished. Your and Tara’s progress on the project had decreased but neither you cared, especially you. 

On the second week of heading over to Tara's place it was hotter than usual in New York.

The sun danced in the clear blue skies as it warmed up the world to a heat that border-lined into uncomfortable.

Sighing dramatically you dropped your head till it collided with the table with a thud.

"It's too hot to be working." You grumbled through the avalanche of pieces of papers and notebooks that filled up the dining room table.

Tara giggled, clearly amused as she stopped writing for a second. "It's hot but bearable." 

You shook your head against the table, tilting your head to the side to get a look at her. "It's not bearable, i'm sweating like a pig."

"You're not sweating like a pig, you're just being dramatic."  She quipped back with a smile, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

Rolling your eyes you picked your head back up, sitting up straight on the wooden chair again. "You say dramatic, I say the truth."

She chuckled as she began writing again on the paper, her penmanship unbelievably much better than yours.

"If you're that hot then there's a watermelon in the fridge, feel free to cut some slices." You didn't hesitate another second before you jumped up from your seat and headed towards the kitchen.

Opening the magnet covered fridge you quickly spotted the half cut watermelon wrapped in a thin layer cling film, with a greedy smile you took it out of the fridge before gently placing it on the closet cutting board.

"You want a slice?" You asked, turning back to look at her, she turned to look at you, nodding her head with a little smile. "Please."

Turning back to look at the watermelon you unwrapped it, tossing the plastic to the side as you eyed up the wooden knife block. 

Each knife grew in size at every slit made in the box, you opted for the largest knife. A satisfying noise filled your ears as you pulled out the sharp knife, the blade glistening from the sunlight directing into the apartment window.

Skilfully you sliced a few slices of watermelon for you and Tara, placing the two slices on a plate.  You were about to begin cleaning up when you heard a laugh from the other room, your eyes widened as you remembered who else was here.

Sam! 

Maybe Sam, Mindy and Chad would want some watermelons, you thought to yourself, a nervous smile growing on your face as you thought of Sam.

The woman practically lived in your mind ever since you met her, her grumpy glare never failing to light up your day.

Without another thought you walked over towards the living room, the sound of laughter getting louder as you entered. 

"Sam?" You asked gingerly with a nervous smile still on your face. At the sound of your voice the trio turned to look at you, their eyes widening dramatically as they froze.

Sam's eyes are glued to your hand before they lock with your eyes, her dark eyes cold and wary. 

You noticed Chad moving his arm over Mindy as he used his large build to hide most of her, as if he's hiding her away from you as they shuffled backwards.

"Would you like a slice?" You asked her with a joyful smile, completely unaware of the panic rising between the trio. Not noticing how dark your innocent words could be heard as.

"I've cut some watermelon slices if you'd like one, and you two can have some too of course." 

Sam's eyes flicked back down to the knife in your hand as the blade glistened with a light red liquid, dripping onto the floor.

"Watermelon?" She questioned as she slowly stood up, not moving closer towards you. You nodded your head, your smile growing nervously as Sam actually interacted with you.

"Yeah!" Without thinking you raised your hand which carried the knife to point towards the kitchen. "I could go and get them if you'd like?"

Sam glanced over your shoulder and into the doorway of the kitchen. "Tara?" She yelled with a small wobble to her voice.

You cocked your head to the side confused as to why she was asking for Tara. 

"Yeah?" Tara replied from the kitchen, not bothering to get up. "Are you okay?" She asked, her dark eyes returning back to yours. You smiled sweetly at her, she glared heavily at you.

A dull sound from the kitchen rang throughout the room before Tara joined the rest of you in the living room. 

It didn't take a genius to understand why Sam is so confused.

"Y/n, what're you doing with the knife?" Tara asked as she looked between you and the wet knife. You waved your hand back to the kitchen, the blade skimming past your cheek. Tara's breath hitched momentarily at your carelessness with the knife in your hand.

"I was cutting up the watermelons?" You explained, confused to why you are getting so many questions that didn't answer your question; did Sam want a watermelon slice?

Tara sighed as she took the knife from your hand, glancing at Sam who visibly looked much more relaxed with you no longer holding the knife. 

"Go get your slices, Y/n." She said with a laugh. You nodded your head as you headed towards the kitchen to grab the plate full of slices for everyone.

—————

The 'Watermelon incident' - as Tara called it- got you suspended from the apartment for two days. 

When Tara told you that you were royally confused and even slightly hurt, but when you thought about the situation the more you realised how concerned and even angry that must've made the twins and Sam. You couldn't help but feel bad as you texted your apologies to everyone through Tara. She found the situation humorous but Sam certainly didn't. 

"Wanna come to the gym with me?" Melanie -your best friend- asked you randomly as she paused the movie the two of you have been watching for the past hour.

You give her a disgusted look. "The gym? Why the hell would you wanna go to the gym on a Saturday?" You asked her, completely bewildered by the idea. Saturdays are for being lazy and relaxing, not working out so on Sunday you'll be sore and uncomfortable.

Melanie shrugged her shoulders. "I need to get started on my New Year's resolution."

"It's July." You say.

"And? I already know that." The blonde replied as if you're the idiot. "You haven't been to the gym at all this year and you decide halfway through the year to begin your resolutions?"

She rolled her eyes, folding her arms over her chest. "Going to the gym at least five times was my resolution, not live there. I think I'd actually die if I went there consistently." 

You chuckled as you smiled at her. Melanie grinned as she slapped her knees, standing up. 

"Is that a yes?" 

You scoffed, shaking your head. "No way."

She groaned as she grabbed your hands attempting to pull you up, but you weren't budging. 

"C'mon, I'm bored and all we've been doing today is listen to you talk about Sam and how excited you are for the Barbie movie." 

"Two very valid and fun topics." You defend as you pull your hands back. Melanie didn't give up as she kept trying to tug you up. "For you. I've never even met this Sam you're obsessed with."

Your stance weakened at her slight dig at your crush, at that Melanie swiftly pulled you to your feet. Ignoring the fact Melanie won the game of tug of war you crossed your arms over your chest.

"I am not obsessed with Sam." You said with weak authority. The blonde raised her eyebrows teasingly as she mimicked your stance. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Come to the gym with me instead of lounging here and talking about Sam."

You clenched your jaw as you debated your options. If you stayed in your shared apartment then all you'd do is create fake scenarios about you and Sam while listening to Lana Del Rey and you'd prove Melanie right. If you went with her to the gym you certainly would be distracted from Sam plaguing your thoughts due to the fact you'd be dying.

There was simply no winning. 

With a sigh you nodded your head weakly, your pride getting the best of you.

"Fine, I'll come with you." Melanie's smug smile urges you to take back your words but before you get the chance she's already grabbing at your wrist and dragging you towards your room.

"Get changed and for the love of god please bring a big ass water bottle with you. I'll meet you in my car."

You grumble out a response but do what she asked you to do. You didn't have many "gym" clothes so you simply decided on a pair of shorts and a shirt that were dark enough so they wouldn't reveal your sweat stains. 

Once you had filled the large bottle of water you double checked you had your phone and wallet before meeting Melanie in her car. She was already inside it and behind the wheel as Korn played loudly.

"We'll have fun, I promise." She reassured you as she started to drive towards the gym. You scoffed as you nodded your head. "Yeah sure."

Melanie and you arrived at the gym after twenty minutes, her being ecstatic to finally actually use her gym membership card. 

"Alright, what should we do first?" Melanie asked you as you two entered the surprisingly quiet gym. 

"I don't know about you but I'm heading towards the treadmill." You replied as you walked over to the treadmill section without waiting for her response. 

You hear her groan from behind you with footsteps following you soon after.

From the view on the treadmill it gave you further access to use the entire gym. 

A myriad of different people doing various different activities that you admired greatly, impressed by these strangers who clearly loved the gym.

But a pair of people caught your attention immediately, Melanie's too.  

"Holy shit that might be the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life." She whispered breathlessly next to as she jogged at a slow speed on the treadmill. You swallowed nervously as you gazed at the woman next to the man, she's using one of the pull up bars while the man sat next to her using a stupidly heavy dumbbell. 

A grey tank top on her figure as she flexed her back and shoulders muscles, pulling herself up and down flawlessly.

You glanced at the man as you walked on the treadmill. 

"Oh my god it's Chad and Sam." You whisper yelled to Melanie, turning to face her with wide eyes. "If the workout doesn't kill me, seeing her working out will actually stop my heart!"

A shit eating grin quickly appeared on Melanie's face as she turned to look at you. "Damn, I'm straight but I can totally see why you're obsessed with her."

"I'm not obsessed with her." You reminded her as you glanced back at Sam's muscles flexing beautifully under the light, a small sweat on her skin which glazed her skin making her look even more attractive.

You could feel your heartbeat pick up its pace and you're more than sure it's not because of the slow pace you're doing on the treadmill. 

"Sure you're not. Let's go over there then." She proposed with a sly grin. 


You shake your head instantly at her words, chuckling nervously. "Isn't it like gym code to never disturb someone while they're working out?"

Melanie sighed as she played with the screen of the treadmill making it go faster. "You're right." You grinned triumphantly. "Guess I'll just go to ask Chad for some help when he's done with his rep." Your smile dropped. 

"And leave me so you can try to flirt with him?" Melanie nodded her head.

You didn't reply as you tried to focus on anywhere that wasn't Sam's glorious back. 

Jesus christ, maybe you are obsessed with this woman. 

After a solid ten minutes of a decent pace Melanie abruptly stopped her machine as she hopped off. You turned to look at her confused as you kept walking. 

"I'm going to go on the bench press and ask Chad for some help, see you soon babe." She confirmed with a comfort smirk, giving you a wink before she headed towards Chad and Sam's direction.

You didn't dare move off of the treadmill as your eyes followed Melanie's figure heading towards the two as Chad had finished his reps.

As she arrived at where Chad and Sam were working out, Sam slowed down as Chad smiled up at her. 

Whatever Melanie said to Chad must've worked since both were grinning like fools as they headed towards where the bench press was at.

You chuckled to yourself as you watched the two momentarily as Chad "helped" her with the bench press. 

Unconsciously your eyes flickered back to where Sam was at, to your surprise she wasn't there anymore.

"Y/n." Sam's gruff voice greeted you as she hopped on the treadmill. Your feet tripped over each other but thankfully you not so gracefully caught yourself as you smiled at her, not expecting to see her.

"Sam! Nice to see you again, how've you been doing?" You asked with a nervous laugh as your heart rate picked up once again. 

"I've been okay. You?" She asked dryly as she increased the speed to her treadmill, jogging with a speed that doubled your slow walking pace. 

You smiled dreamily at her, not bothered at all by her dry tone. "I've been alright thanks for asking, how's Tara been?" 

Sam's interest piqued due to you asking about her sister, a small, an almost non existent smile appeared on her lips. 

"Tara's good, she's currently with Mindy playing Mario Kart. She sucks tremendously at it." Her smile grew the more she talked about her younger sister, it didn't fail to make your heart soar.

"You're a good sister, you know." You mention with your own smile, increasing your pace slightly. "It's obvious you care a lot about her and I find that really sweet. Tara's lucky to have you as a sister." 

Sam didn't say anything; the sounds of yours and her footsteps filled the growing silence. You didn't mind, as long as you're with Sam you'll take it.

You and Sam jogged side by side in a comfortable silence for another ten minutes before Sam stopped her own machine, you glanced at her and couldn't help but find the flush on her cheeks completely adorable.

Something Tara would call you a lunatic for.

She's breathing heavily as her eyes locked with yours, a crooked weak smile on her face. 

"Thank you." She said in a tone that wasn't her usual dark and dry tone. Your ears warmed up as your eyes twinkled with joy at her words.  

"You don't have to thank me when all I'm doing is saying the truth, Sam." You assured her as you carried on walking, the excessive beating of your heart now being a mix of Sam's small smile and your increasing speed.

Sam stayed silent once again, giving you a curt nod before she turned her back, heading towards the changing room. 

God, Melanie was right, you're obsessed with her. 

#sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter x y/n #melissa barrera x reader #scream six #sam carpenter fluff #fluff #angst #my fanfic writing #fuck it i love you

[honeymoonswan]

Me and who🍒🤍

#kurt cobain #nirvana #courtney love #lana del rey #this is what makes us girls #lizzy grant #coquette #girl interrupted #girls just want to have fun #manic pixie dream girl #female urge #fuck it i love you #live fast die young

[soaheadofthecurve]

Fuck it, I love you.

#my edits* #my gifs* #lana del rey #fuck it i love you #ldredit #ldreyedit #IDK WHAT TO TAG THIS #userglorious

[cult-of-lambs]

and if i wasn’t so fucked up, i think i’d fuck you all the time

#🎧 now playing... ☆ #lana del rey #fuck it i love you #this is what makes us girls #girlblogger #this is a girlblog #just girly thoughts #just girly things #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #coquette #female rage #girl interrupted #lana del ray aesthetic

[starsmarsmax]

#girl interrupted #lana del rey #fuck it i love you #Jennifer’s body #girlblogging #black swan #pinterest #sixteen #nympette #hell is a teenage girl

[balikqari]

and there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody

#lana del ray aesthetic #lana is god #lana del ray #lana del rey #lana is our queen #ultraviolence #dark paradise #blue jeans #brooklyn baby #cinnamon girl #doin time #florida kilos #fuck it i love you #fucked my way up to the top #gods and monsters #high by the beach #in my feelings #national anthem #off to the races #summertime sadness #west coast #you can be the boss #13 beaches #art deco #burning desire #money power glory #video games #happiness is a butterfly

[cumberbitchhhh]

#this will forever be my favourite lana lyric #i love this song so much #fuck it i love you #lana del rey #norman fucking rockwell #lana del rey nfr #nfr #leahspeaks

[arminsumi]

Fuck it I love you

Fic / L. Ackerman / C1

"I don't know if I can tie my hands behind my back when it comes to you."

Levi's that shy boy who works at the cafe near campus. He's overwhelmed with newfound affections for you. Although any romantic advances seem hopeless, considering the fact that you're dating the local heart-throb, Erwin.

Cws; fluff, angst, mutual pining, slight love triangle

Notes on Y/n; Fem! + fem!pronouns used

Notes on this au; modern! + college!, Levi and Erwin are rivals

"I don't like the term 'crushing' very much. It sounds juvenile." Levi grumbles quietly while stealing another glance of you in the library.

"Yes, but that's exactly what it is! What else would you call it?" Hange replies, then pauses to look over at you as you peruse the aisles, "I think it's very sweet." Hange assures Levi.

It's been about five months since you've begun attending Paradis' biggest college in Trost, and just two months since you've started dating the valedictorian, Erwin Smith; a bright-faced blond who showers you with affection. He's everything a boyfriend ought to be, and although your ego swells when girls on campus give you jealous looks, something just feels... incompatible between the two of you.

If Levi had any idea that you doubted your feelings for Erwin, he'd be brave enough to talk to you. But for now, he's resorted to complaining to Hange about how his growing feelings are such a nuisance to deal with.

"Hey, okay, how about you try talk to her now? I mean, Erwin's nowhere in sight." Hange nudges Levi, who's brooding over his textbooks.

"She's busy, I'd just annoy her. I know I'd be annoyed if someone approached me in the library."

Hange laughs, "But that's just because you're a grumpy old man trapped in a nineteen-year-olds body."

"Maybe." Levi says.

"Alright, how about later? Just strike up a conversation when you bring her order." Hange suggests.

Levi shrugs and sighs, seemingly giving up early on the idea. Hange persists until he agrees that he'll at least try.

You're idling the aisle nearby, Levi has to crane his neck to catch a proper glimpse of you.

His cold irises swirl with a sort of olden-day affection, and now he can't take his gaze off of you. He completely tunes out of Hange's rant about chemistry and Moblit, only focusing on you; to others, he seemed calculating right now, but he felt nothing but adoration for your features and your very feeling.

"Talk to her you coward!" Hange yells in Eldian, slamming the table, startling Levi like someone just dumped cold water on his back.

He gives Hange a vexed look, then raises from the circular white table that he was previously hunched over.

"I'm not cowardly, just cautious. You do know that she's dating him, don't you?" Levi sighs, disheartened by his own fact-check.

There's a cramped, earthy cafe on campus that draws in artists who adore the architecture and coffee addicts who drift through the front door by the enticing scent, as if cartoons.

At around 6 PM every day, without fail or delay, you walk through the entrance door. Levi is always tending behind the counter, often pouring latte art into a freshly made beverage.

Today when you enter, at your side is your boyfriend, Erwin Smith. Levi draws his eyes up to look over, noticing this immediately, and then everything inside of him prickles with white hot jealousy.

He accidentally spills milk over the countertop, it forms a puddle.

"Shit." Levi mutters reactively under his breath, getting a rag to clean it up.

He absolutely loathes when Erwin strolls up to the counter to take both of your orders, instead of it just being you like usual.

Levi sees that you're entangled with your textbooks. They're splayed over the round table like an abstract art display.

"Levi, I didn't know you worked here." Erwin condescends with a gentle smile.

Something in his air is intuitive, like he knows that Levi is annoyed by his presence.

Hange is sat in clear sight, giving Levi a look that tells him not to say anything problematic to the school's valedictorian.

"Can I take your order?" Levi asks calmly, ignoring Erwin's rising smug atmosphere.

Perhaps on purpose, Erwin changes his mind several times about his own order.

Levi glares over at your table when Erwin returns, then draws this glare over to the deafeningly loud coffee grinder, like it's done him wrong.

He pours the latte art of Erwin's order with the mundanity of a cement truck pouring cement. Contrastingly, after he refills the latte cup with creamy milk, he pours the latte art of your order with the same sort of carefulness that a mother would have for her baby.

With meticulous movements, he creates the illusion of a flower in the cup. The intense aroma of the fresh brew travels over to your table.

It's a scent that you'll always associate with Levi; slightly earthy notes from the cafe's hanging plants mingling with coffee grounds. Every now and then you catch the scent of a flower, but it passes quickly.

When Levi brings your order, for the briefest moment the two of you make eye contact. Of course, he's too shy to maintain it for longer than a second, but it's enough to get his heart panging excitedly.

He mutters Erwin's order emotionlessly and sets it on the table in front of him. Then he gently sets down your cup, careful not to disturb your study papers.

"Enjoy." He says, more so to you than Erwin.

Hange gives Levi a sympathetic look when he gloomily floats behind the barista counter. He leans against the counter with folded arms, watching you as you laugh with Erwin about something. Levi gets lost in admiration over your smile.

His heart sinks while his head fills with negativity and jealousy.

But then, as if by a pitying god's hands, yours and Erwin's date is interrupted by an urgent call. Your blond boyfriend excuses himself, bright eyes alight with apologies as he explains that he has to go.

Before leaving, he places an almost formal kiss to your hand. Levi scrunches his eyes at this, and looks away in repulsion at Erwin. Hange has to smother their laughter while this all plays out.

Now you're left to finish your beverage with the sole company of your textbooks and notes. It looks aesthetically disorganized to you, but to any sane person it looks like nightmarish disorganization.

Although Levi is a neat person, he's barely bothered by how messy your table is. He finds it almost endearing. But that's only because it's your mess. If it was anyone else he would be internally judging them.

Hange gives Levi an encouraging nod in your direction, so he inhales deeply, as if the air could fill him with more confidence. But as soon as he floats over to your table, his chest is engulfed by shyness.

His whole demeanor feels similar to a cautious bird, hopping near to strewn seeds.

"Do you want another?" He asks simply, his words nothing like how he just rehearsed in his mind.

"No way, I'll be through the roof if I have more caffeine." You briefly laugh, the melody of your voice grasping his heart.

"Oh... um, well, we also have decaf..." Levi suggests, daring to make very brief eye contact.

Hange sees that help is needed, and so comes to your table.

"Decaf coffee isn't going to get all that work done! Good grief, Y/n, you really know how to procrastinate." Hange jokes, bringing with them a convivial feeling.

"Hange!" You greet them excitedly, earning a lopsided smile.

Levi's shoulders slack in relief at Hange's intervention.

"Come, let's sit together. I'm lonely as all hell." Hange suggests, hopping onto the seat where Erwin once sat, "Levi, get a chair, and sit with us."

"My boss will-" Levi begins, but Hange smacks the table.

"Your boss will just have to deal with it. So, Y/n, what's the news?" Hange says, interlacing their fingers and propping their chin on top of them.

Levi's eyes tell a million thanks to Hange as he pulls up a chair and joins you two. He knows that he couldn't have asked to sit with you even if his life depended on it.

Obviously, it wasn't true that Hange was sitting with you out of loneliness; they just wanted to sew yours and Levi's companies together, then disappear so you could be alone together for once.

And so Hange conjures up some believable excuse to leave, giving Levi a subtle wink before exiting the cafe.

The golden hour approaches, and you have to believe me when I say that the light is pure gold; everything it touches becomes angelic, utterly pleasing the eyes.

Levi is absolutely captivated by how this gold light paints your face.

He never gives hint to the fact his heart is thumping sharply against his ribcage, or that his nerves are causing his leg to vibrate up and down under the table.

The only indications of his nervousness are his sharp swallows and stutter-started sentences.

He keeps a determined gaze on your empty coffee cup, his head subtly bowing out of shyness. It's completely eating him up. And so are you; your whole feeling engulfs him. He's never felt so satiated by someone's presence. It's incredible, really, considering that he's confirmed himself to be a loner by now.

Strands of his silky black hair are limply dangling over his eye. He's so pretty that you have to speak at least one of the compliments running rampant in your mind.

"I like your hair. It's doing a thing there." You compliment, pointing out a peculiar part that subtly curls inwards towards his eye.

He's taken aback, "Thank you?" is all he can manage to respond with.

If only you knew how much this tiny compliment affects him. He thinks about for the rest of his shift, which he returns to after his boss glares at him.

Before you leave, you walk over to the barista counter. Levi thinks you're going to pay, but then realizes that you've already paid.

"Hey, can I give you my number?" You say unexpectedly.

He stutters, but grasps this opportunity with a firm grip.

"I- yeah, uh, yeah sure." He says.

After you put yourself in his contact list, you look up at him and say something that rings in his mind for the rest of the evening.

"We should hang out sometime, I want to get to know you better."

Levi wasn't walking back to his dorm, he was drifting; drifting like the autumnal leaves that whimsically drifted around him. He was deep in his thoughts, for once not brooding over his predicament, but excitedly replaying and analyzing the conversation that you two shared earlier.

He messages Hange a million thank yous, and tells them all about what happened.

Hange: you should probs message her and confirm this hang out thing

Levi: Alright. But where should I suggest we go?

Hange: idk just meet her at the fountain plaza and wander town. i think that always works out the best =D

Levi: Okay

He switches to your chat, preparing to send the first ever message to it. But he hesitates for so long that his anxiety feeds his doubts, plumping them up so much that they block him from typing.

He goes back to his and Hange's chat.

Levi: I'm too nervous

Hange: adorable

Hange: don't think, just type and send

Hange: she's only a person yk

Levi: Okay.

With that, Levi composes a very short (and Levi-esque) message, hesitating only briefly before tapping the send button.

At the other end, there's you, snuggling your blanket almost falling asleep until Levi's message alerts you, shaking your brain awake.

With excited hands, you slide your phone off the bedside table and into your grip.

The phone screen glares at you, your eyes adjusting and reading;

1 NEW MESSAGE

You open it, and there reads his message;

Levi: Hi, it's Levi. Barista boy from today. Thank you for talking with me, it meant a lot. Maybe tomorrow if you're free we can hang out? I was thinking we could meet at the fountain plaza? It's okay if you change your mind.

While he's sinking into bed, nervously anticipating a response from you, his phone vibrates. He jumps and plucks his phone from the bedside table with humorous speed.

You: hey Vi!! yes ofc, i'd love to meet up tomorrow. fountain plaza sounds good, see you at 4pm-ish? :)

If his heart could sing, it would be singing a whole orchestral composition.

Vi.

He kept thinking about that.

It was just a little nickname that came off of the top of your head, but it meant a great deal to him, since no one has ever nicknamed him. In fact, he's openly declared his hatred for nicknames to just about everyone now.

Of course, this would later lead to the running joke in your relationship;

"Stop the Vi thing. It's Levi."

"Okay, sorry Le-Vi."

#🫖the Barista Levi series #levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #college au #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi x you #shy!levi #barista!levi #college!levi #aot #snk #erwin #hange #fuck it i love you

[envynymph]

listening to lana del rey sing about old men, death, cocaine and pussy is my coping mechanism.

#lana del rey #lizzy grant #norman fucking rockwell #ultraviolence #stargirl #daddy issues #lana is our queen #coping mechanism #fuck it i love you #born to die #california #lust for life #honeymoon #midnights

[knowitsforthebetterr]

𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

#lana del rey nfr #lana del rey moodboard #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del rey #lizzy grant #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #gloomy coquette #dark coquette #coquette aesthetic #coquette girl #coquette #song lyrics #fuck it i love you #lana del rey songs #hollywood #norman fucking rockwell #girlhood #girlblog #girlblogger #girlcore #girl interrupted #girlblog aesthetic #girlblogging #sad girl #tumblr girls #2014 aesthetic #2014 tumblr #cinnamon girl #lana del ray moodboard #catholic aesthetic

[thelunarpraecantrix]

Dream a little dream of me.

#fuck it i love you #lana del ray aesthetic #lana del rey #aesthete #aesthetics #red aesthetic #red #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #it girl #scorpio #scorpio moon #lovesick #love #dark red #dark feminine energy #dark feminine aesthetic #dark aesthetic #divine feminine #lust #red vibes #soft feminine #dreamy #redcore #cottagecore #art #goth #gothic #pinterest

[honeymoonswan]

Mood : fuck it I love you 🍒

#lana del rey #this is what makes us girls #lizzy grant #coquette #girl interrupted #female hysteria #black swan #classic lolita #girls just want to have fun #fuck it i love you #norman fucking rockwell #honeymoon #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #live fast die young #you like your girls insane

[annarexcouture]

#fuck it i love you #norman fucking rockwell #girlblogging #girlblogger #lana del rey #lana is god #lizzy grant #this is a girlblog #nfr #michael cera

[fuckingbeautiful-1]

#fuck it i love you #max verstappen #mine: edits

[starsmarsmax]

#girl interrupted #deranged girl #fuck it i love you #ultraviolence #dollette #lover girl #girlblogging

[balikqari]

kiss me hard before u go

#lana is our queen #lana del rey #summertime sadness #blue jeans #cinnamon girl #doin time #you can be the boss #brooklyn baby #dark paradise #diet mountain dew #west coast #gods and monsters #off to the races #burning desire #fuck it i love you #fucked my way up to the top #florida kilos #money power glory #high by the beach #national anthem #art deco #music to watch boys to #freak #this is what makes us girls #in my feelings #lust for life #13 beaches #white mustang #million dollar man #pretty when you cry