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[boorrger]

I've seen the last 3 episodes 3 times and I'm still crying 😭

ISHA IS ALIVE IDC IN THE END OF EPISODE 6 IT LOOKED LIKE TIME STOPPED SO EKKO MIGHT SAVE THEM 😭😭😭😭😭 I'M STICKING WITH THAT

[actually-mentally-ill]

when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n

[fucciwilliams]

[yukichosodrink]

c.ai when

i did not spend like hours here n bro jus goes like this omg

[saydesole]

Reminder: Always shower yourself with love 🤎

[ultrsviolensex]

[brattyratgirl]

This is a PSA to other goldfish enthusiasts.

Baby Goldfish contain 7.2 Oz compared to regular Goldfish containing only 6.6.

They cost the same, don’t get played.

Pls share with ur local goldfish enthusiasts 🙏

[sarthhakkk]

In another lifetime, I would have loved cooking, cleaning, doing laundry and taxes with you.

[forthepinkhearted]

💗🩷🌸💫

[hees-sweetheart]

smarter.

pairing - academic rival!jake + f!reader

+ in which jake is your academic rival, and when you see him with another girl and avoid him, he seduces you to regain your attention. +

warning - suggestive

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(Y/N) stared down at the page of her textbook, her brow furrowed in concentration. She had always prided herself on her academic abilities, but lately there had been one constant thorn in her side - Jake. Jake was the only other person in their class that could match her grades, and his presence at the top of the rankings never failed to rile her up.

One day, in the library, (Y/N) had spotted Jake sitting with a girl. They were laughing and seemed intimately acquainted. A pang of strange jealousy had surged through her.

For the next few weeks, (Y/N) avoided Jake at all costs. She sat at the back of the class and didn't respond to any of his attempts to talk to her. Jake, for his part, seemed unperturbed, but (Y/N) knew that he must be wondering what had happened.

But now, Jake had cornered her in the hallway after class. He blocked her path with his tall frame, his eyes meeting hers.

"Hey," he began, his voice casual. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

(Y/N) kept her expression neutral, refusing to show him that she had been affected at all. "I'm not avoiding you," she said, folding her arms. "I've just been studying."

Jake raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Studying, huh? Since when do you need to study so much?"

(Y/N) bristled at his insinuation but stood her ground. "What do you care? It's none of your business."

Jake leaned in closer, a sly expression in his eyes. "Oh, I think it is my business. You've been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks now. What did I do to deserve such treatment, hm?"

(Y/N) could feel her cheeks heating up under his gaze. She hated that he was having this effect on her. "I just…I don't have time for distractions right now," she said, hating how defensive she sounded.

Jake let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by her response. "Is that right? And I'm a distraction, am I?"

(Y/N) looked away, not trusting herself to speak. She knew he could easily see through her facade.

Jake took a step forward, closing the remaining space between them. He reached up and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin. "You know, (Y/N), I've missed our little competitions. I miss how you used to actually talk to me."

(Y/N) felt her heart rate quicken at his touch. She forced herself to look at him, meeting his gaze. "It's pointless," she mumbled. "We're academic rivals. We're supposed to be enemies, right?"

Jake smirked, his hand still resting on her face. "Enemies, huh? Is that what we are? Funny, I thought we had more…chemistry than that."

He moved even closer, so that their bodies were almost touching. (Y/N) could feel his breath on her skin, and it was making her weak in the knees.

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to lean into him. "Don't be ridiculous," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "We're too different. We always have been."

Jake chuckled again, his thumb stroking her cheek. "Different, sure. But different isn't always bad, you know."

He leaned in even closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from hers. "In fact, I think being different is what makes us so good together."

(Y/N) felt her resolve weakening. She wanted to push him away, she really did. But the feel of his hand on her face, the heat from his body, it was all so intoxicating.

Jake seemed to sense her surrender. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She let out a small gasp, her hands instinctively gripping onto his shirt.

His mouth moved to her ear, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine. "You know what I think? I think you've secretly missed our little rivalry as much as I have."

(Y/N) wanted to deny it, but the truth was, she had missed it. She had missed the thrill of competing against him, the rush of pushing herself to her limits to beat him. And now, pressed up against him like this, all she could think about was how much she wanted to taste his lips.

Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. He could probably see the desire written all over her face.

"You know," he whispered, "I have an idea. How about we make a deal?"

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "What kind of deal?"

Jake's hand moved to her hip, his grip tightening. "We can keep our little academic rivalry alive," he said, his voice low and seductive. "But we add a little…incentive."

(Y/N) swallowed hard. "What kind of incentive?"

Jake leaned in again, his lips brushing against her neck. "For every exam we take, the loser owes the winner a favor." he murmured.

(Y/N) felt a thrill go through her. She was competitive enough that the idea of losing didn't deter her at all. In fact, knowing she would owe him a favor if she did lose only made it more exciting.

"What kind of favor?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jake chuckled again, his lips lingering on her skin. "That, my dear, is entirely up to the victor," he whispered, his breath hot on her neck.

(Y/N) shivered, the thought of what he could ask for making her weak in the knees. But she was too stubborn to back down now.

"Alright," she finally said, her voice shaky. "You're on."

"Oh, I know I am." Jake pulled back, a cocky smirk on his face. "And when I win -- and I will win -- I've already got a few ideas of what I want from you."

(Y/N) tried to regain her composure, but the look in his eyes was making it difficult. "Don't be so cocky. I might surprise you."

"I hope you do," Jake replied, his hand still on her hip. "After all, I like a little challenge."

They stood there for a moment, staring at each other, the tension between them almost palpable. Then Jake's gaze flicked downward, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"You know," he said, his voice dropping to a purr, "You look awfully cute when you're flustered."

(Y/N) flushed even more, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "I'm not flustered," she protested weakly.

Jake just smirked, his thumb tracing circles on her hip. "Sure you're not," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why you look like you're about to pass out on me right now."

(Y/N) bit her lip, hating that he was right. Her heart was racing in her chest, and she could feel her knees trembling. It was infuriating how easily he seemed to affect her.

"Shut up," she muttered, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

Jake chuckled again, clearly enjoying how flustered he was making her. He took another step closer, so that they were barely inches apart.

"You know," he said lowly, "It's a good thing you're so cute when you're flustered. Otherwise, I might have started to think you don't like me very much."

(Y/N) opened and closed her mouth, desperately trying to think of a witty retort. But she was too distracted by the way he was looking at her, the way he was still holding her against him.

Finally, she managed to find her voice. "I don't like you," she mumbled, the lie obvious in her tone.

Jake raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Is that right? You don't like me at all?"

He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering just millimeters from hers. "Then why do you let me get this close to you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

(Y/N) tried to pull away, but he was holding her too tightly. Her heart was pounding impossibly fast now, and she could feel his own heart beating just as forcefully against hers.

"I…" she started, but her words trailed off as his lips traced a path along her jawline.

"You what?" Jake whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "You still don't like me, right?"

He bit down gently on her earlobe, and she let out a small gasp. He chuckled, his hands roaming lower down her back.

(Y/N) was quickly losing control. She tried to formulate a coherent thought, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with his lips on her neck and his hands on her body.

"I…you…" she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're…annoying."

Jake chuckled again, the sound deep and seductive. "Oh, I'm annoying, am I?" he said, his lips moving to a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. "Is that why you can't seem to concentrate right now?"

(Y/N) let out a soft moan, her eyes closing involuntarily. He was right; she couldn't focus on anything except the feel of his body against hers.

"Yes," she managed to say, her voice little more than a gasp. "You're…distracting me."

"Only because you deserve it." He whispers.

part two here !

for @aee-luv

[boorrger]

THEY GAVE US THE SMURF IN 4K MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED

[actually-mentally-ill]

[fucciwilliams]

[mightymorphinnegro]

A so-called 'saint' who inflicted pain on the terminally ill, forcing them to endure unimaginable suffering as her twisted offering to God.

Mother Teresa wasn’t saving lives—she was glorifying agony, stripping dignity from the dying, all in the name of some divine plan.

Just another zealot in history masking cruelty as holy purpose, proving yet again that devotion can be as dark as any sin.

[saydesole]

Countess Vaughn A.K.A Kim Parker

Thee IT girl

[brattyratgirl]

.• you don’t have to be asleep to have dreams •.