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i need this match expeditiously , cody can wait for that rematch

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NUMBER 17!!!!!! he deserves every bit of this idc

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wrestlemania night one was lowkey terrible, praying tonight is better. i’m convinced the fatal 4-way is going to save the show🙂‍↕️

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they can just throw the show away atp. the lineup sucks, logan paul has a match, triple h’s ego keeps growing, roman is weird, just shut it down!! i haven’t seen a wrestlemania week this bad ever😭

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roman reigns voted for who????????

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beautifully written but now i’m hurt???? smiling at someone you’re hooking up with while they watch you get comfortable with someone else is insane 😭

ALMOST, ALWAYS

You love him first. You love him hardest. He never loves you at all.

pairing. jeon jungkook x oc (no gender specified)

genre. mature, angst, hurt/no comfort

warnings. jungkook and oc are both adults here! unrequited love (like... real bad), toxic fwb kinda situationship, overthinking, jungkook is emotionally unavailable, hints to insecurities/self image, toxic attachment, yearninggg, a lot of quiet heartbreak, no fluff :,)

wc. ~1.2k

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He always came to you when the sky was gloomy.

The first night it happened, it was raining. The kind that sounded like the universe was pouring their cosmic heart out to the earth, a dull roar that drowned out your thoughts. You were wrapped in a blanket on the couch, scrolling past the fourth rom-com you didn’t have the energy to watch, when your phone lit up.

[00:28]

jungkook 🤍 : u up?

Of course you were. You always were.

You told yourself it was just casual. He made that clear the first time he kissed you — soft and slow and like a promise he never meant to keep.

But still, you let him in. Let him take you. Let him moan your name, let him hold you after the highs of the pleasure subsided.

You let him do it all.

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You met him at a friend’s party, pop music thrumming through the floorboards and lights blinding your soul. Drunk bodies mingled with eachother, and the whole place reeked of booze. He was laughing at something someone said, wearing a denim jacket with nothing underneath, and you could hear girls chatting about him like they were the paparazzi.

You weren’t the girl who caught his attention at the first glance. But he did, almost when it was the end of the party.

“You’re quiet,” he’d said, when you were nursing your drink in the corner. You were surprised you were approached at all.

“You’re loud,” you’d replied.

He grinned like you’d just told him a secret.

That was all it took. One smile. One night.

One text that said come over, and you did.

Like always.

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You tried to be smart.

You swore to your friends it was nothing. “We’re just hooking up,” you’d say. “It’s not a big deal.” But you knew it was a lie the second you let him inside your apartment like you always do. The moment he pulled your sweatshirt over your head and called your name like it meant something.

He never stayed the night. But sometimes, if you asked quietly enough, he’d stay just a little longer. And that was enough for you.

For a while.

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It was once in a blue moon when he was in your apartment and you two weren’t fucking.

His body warmth was so close to you — your thighs brushing his knees as he sat beside you, slurping up some udon noodles which you were having for dinner. It was raining outside, and everything — him — had you feeling soft for some reason. It felt domestic, it felt warm.

The conversation was light and easy going, till he told you that he wasn’t “built for relationships.” Said it like a joke, like he wasn’t breaking something when he did.

“I’m just not good at that stuff,” he’d said as he’d switched between tv channels mindlessly. “Too much pressure.”

You nodded. Said you understood.

But in your chest, your heart whispered, I could be easy to love. If you let me.

If only he would.

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The first time he disappeared for days, you stared at your phone like it owed you an answer. He hadn’t blocked you.

Just. . . . gone quiet. Vanished.

When he finally came back, all he said was: “Sorry. Things got messy.”

You didn’t ask what things. You just opened the door and let him in.

As always.

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There were others, as obvious they were and as oblivious you pretended to be. You never had proof, but you didn’t need it. The late-night texts, the half-lies, the lipstick on his collar that wasn’t yours, the mixture of overwhelmingly sweet perfumes which he smelled of — they were enough.

Still, when he touched you, you forgot. That was the problem.

You remembered everything until he kissed you — and then you remembered nothing but him.

You let yourself burn in the flames of a man named Jeon Jungkook.

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You loved him first. You loved him hardest.

You remembered his favourite character being hello kitty, the name of his childhood dog, the way he rubbed the back of his neck when he was nervous. You noticed the scar on his cheek, the way he was terrible at goodbyes, the way his whole body twitched when he was just about to fall asleep.

He remembered your apartment code. That was about it.

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You finally said it on a Thursday night. Not I love you. You weren’t that reckless.

But you said, “I think I like you.”

Jungkook looked up from your bedsheets, blinking slow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He didn’t say it back.

He didn’t say anything at all.

Just leaned in, kissed you, and made you forget why it hurt so much.

As always.

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You stayed anyway.

Because sometimes, he held you like he didn’t want to let go. Because sometimes, when he looked at you, it felt like the air shifted. Your heart raced, like the idiot it was.

You told yourself that meant something.

It didn’t.

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At a party, months later, you saw it for what it was. He was laughing with a girl you didn’t know, arm draped lazily around her shoulders. She giggled like she’d already memorized the sound of his voice.

She was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. He was handsome. And somehow, he looked happy. Happier than you’ve ever seen him to be.

You stood in the kitchen, plastic cup trembling in your hand.

He looked up. Saw you. Smiled. Grinned.

Not an apology. Nothing. Just a smile.

Later, when you found him outside, you asked, “Is she the reason you’ve been distant?”

He blinked at you like you’d said the most ridiculous thing ever to be known to mankind. “Don’t start catching feelings.”

You just stood and looked at him then, really looked.

And for the first time, you saw the truth.

He had never even tried to like you.

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Still, that night, you let him in.

He showed up at your door like always. No explanation. No excuses. Just the quiet but rushed knock you had memorized.

You hesitated.

But you opened the door.

...as always.

He didn’t kiss you like he loved you. But he kissed you like he knew he’d always be let in.

You let it happen. You didn’t ask him to stay. You didn’t ask him to mean it.

Later, when he was asleep beside you, you stared at the ceiling.

It was silent. Cold. Final.

You turned to look at him — this boy you had broken yourself for. This boy who had never once asked you to.

You whispered, “I love you.”

He didn’t hear it.

He never did.

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In the morning, he was gone.

You were still staring at his text screen, his last message being three days old.

That was the last time he texted you.

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You sat on the floor of your apartment, his absence booming louder than his presence ever did. It didn’t feel like heartbreak. It didnt feel like anything.

You stared at his name in your phone. Stared at the thread full of one-sided memories.

There was a very weird ache in the centre of your chest. Like a barbed wire wrapped around your heart, squeezing the muscle with each moment as it splurted out the pain out of you.

It took you a second to delete his nunber. Not to forget him, but to remind yourself he was never really there.

-

You still love him. You still ache for him. You still hope that you’ll hear those three knocks on your door at 2 AM.

Even when you know the aching truth.

He didn’t ruin you. He didn’t destroy you.

He never broke your heart — he just never planned to keep it.

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A few days pass. Things don’t really improve, but you don’t cry. You just stop looking at the door like it’s going to open itself.

Then one night, at 2:14 a.m., there’s a knock.

Soft. Familiar. Three gentle taps, spaced just far enough apart to make your chest tighten.

You don’t move.

You stay on the floor, back against the wall, blanket wrapped around your shoulders more as a habit than a need.

The knocks continue. Once. Twice. Then they stop.

You wait another hour in the quiet, but the knocks dont return.

That drags you down the realisation, once again, that you were never his.

You were just a place he came to feel wanted.

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world wrestling entertainment

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‏Hi, I am Omar Hilles

‏This is my third account after the other two were suspended

‏I'm fighting for everyone and just want help with my campaign

‏I didn't do anything illegal, I just asked for help

‏I hope you can help me by donating or sharing

‏Hello, my name is Yousef Hilles from Gaza. I followed my campaign and was verified by @el-shab-hussein I hope you can help Campaign number (206)

‏https://www.gofundme.com/f/btuqqt-save-my-familys-life

please share and donate if possible !!!

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today's vetted campaigns. please continue to donate if you have the means and share as widely as you can regardless. the individuals on here go through so much every day just to communicate their stories to us - let's uphold that trust by showing them as much support as we can.

july 15th:

Hadeel Mikki (pregnant and needs perinatal care), her husband Waseem, their two young daughters, and Hadeel's mother and two brothers (they are the only survivors of her family) (€5,091/€35,000) - @hadeelmekki, verified by @/90-ghost

Aspiring doctor Malak Dader, her six siblings (they've already lost her teenage brother, and two of her younger brothers need medical treatment), and her parents (one injured, one sick with hepatitis) (€110/€25,000) - @malakabed, verified by @/90-ghost

Mohammed Al-Habil (needs urgent surgery after being shot in the leg), his five siblings (one of whom is immune-compromised and has congenital heart disease), their mother, and his widowed sister-in-law ($5,713 CAD/$70,000 CAD) - @mohammedalhabil2000, verified by @/90-ghost

Hanaa Jad Al-Haq, her husband Muhammad Hammad, and their little son Yousef (£2,675/£20,000) - @henomohammed, @hanaajad123, #246 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Salam, her husband Mohammad, and their two little children (€17,365/€40,000) - @save-salam-family, verified by @/90-ghost

Aya Maher, her three younger siblings (two under 18), and their mother (€4,920/€25,000) - @ayamaher444, #216 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet

The AlBalawi family of ten, including several children and two chronically ill members who need treatment (€24,200/€50,000) - @bisanalbalawi18, @elbalawi, @yasminalbalawiigaza, verified by @/90-ghost

The Ayyad family of eight, four of whom are children ($24,842/$35,000) - @aymanayyad82, @mayadayyad81, @aymanayyad1, verified by @/nabulsi

Munna Tashmali and her five children (this is the third time they've lost their home) (��3,269/£30,000) - @monashamali, verified by @/nabulsi

Maha Ibrahim, her husband Ahmed Al-Habil, and their two young children, one who is immune-compromised, and the children's sick grandfather (kr34,626 NOK/kr1,067,200 NOK) - @mahaibrahim12, @ahmedkhabil, #79 on butterfly effect project's spreadsheet

Ahmed Baalousha, his wife Islam, their three children (one a newborn), and Ahmed's parents and sister (€15,802/€50,000) - @5735765, @mahmoudbalousha4, #124 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Mohammed Al Manasra (needs treatment for chronic respiratory illness and a leg injury), his wife (also sick, needs chemotherapy), their three little children, and their cat (the family has already lost many extended members) (€26,790/€40,000) - @save-mohamed-family, #192 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet

Hanaa Al-Lulu (needs treatment for a painful foot growth) and her family (€2,628/€40,000) - @enghanalulu, verified by @/90-ghost

Mohammed Hijazi and his elderly parents, including his severely injured father (€2,106/€20,000) - @savemohammedfamily, verified by @/90-ghost

Maysaa Balousha (suffers from pulmonary fibrosis and is deteriorating without treatment), her husband Muhammad, and their four children ($118/$60,000) - @tamer200333, extended family of Mahmoud Balousha (#124 on @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi's spreadsheet)

Mahmoud Saleh and his family (they've already lost several members, including Mahmoud's father and niece) (€5,265/€20,000) - @mide404, verified by @/nabulsi

Helping Siraj Abudayeh, his wife, and their three young children rebuild their destroyed home ($6,449 CAD/$82,000 CAD) - @siraj2024, #219 on @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein's spreadsheet

Eman, Ahmad, and their two little children (€1,653/€15,000) - @zain-leen1993, @leen-gaza, verified by @/90-ghost

not yet vetted:

Mohammad Taysir, his wife Basma, and their two little children (€0/€50,000) - @yazanfamily

Mahmoud Alkhaldi and his family of five, including his little nephew ($235/$50,000) - @mahmoudalkhaldi

Shimaa, her little daughter Juri, and several members of her husbands family (€331/€50,000) - @shimaashaban22

your help, even if it seems insignificant to you, can bring life and hope to so many people. now is not the time to give in to despair or allow apathy to stifle our actions. here is something you can do. don't pass it by.

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If you support Trump, unfollow me right now!

Ion play those type of games

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please share and donate if possible !!!

Hello.. How are you.. I am Raja from Gaza.. I am here to ask for your support that I need in this form of worship.. Can you reduce financial expenses by donating and sharing? Our link is ready to write my blogs.. Your help will bring us closer to safety. Thank you💔🍉🚨

hello everyone, @rajaagaza has approached to share their GoFundMe links to help and support them.

rajaa, 26, and her husband, 30, have lost their sources of income and their child is suffering from malnutrition because of famine.

$1,108 has been raised out of their $20,000 goal !

verified by @/90-ghost

GoFundMe link :

it doesn’t take too long to repost/share if you cannot donate. it takes less than a second to repost, and only a matter of minutes to donate to help.

i cannot imagine how dreadful it must be for their family. may you be safe and healthy 💜🍉🙏🏾

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cody is about to get the nastiest rko in a few weeks

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sooooo they had jey lose just to have drew fail an hour later ??

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john cena is retiring next year and i am not prepared

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megan’s album is amazing !!! i lowkey listened to it twice during my shift today

paper together , miami blue , spin , otaku hot girl , and boa are my favs 🫶🏾

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NAWT PAUL ????

i might have to step in and take out solo myself , this cannot go on 🤨