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another bangerrrrerrrrr!!!!!
1) âHeâs cute, her thoughts mused, but not French-boys cute.â well yes, juvenile is a figment of your imagination. heâs never gonna live up to the expectations of our beloved french baguettes. drop him ASAP!!!
2) ââYouâre mixed?ââ nahh cause this was really me when i totaly didnât cyberstalk him đ i was shocked lol. he doesnât act like them lame-ass biracials for sure.
3) âA freak AND gets dark humor? her thoughts swooned, The perfect man doesnât exiââ now this is my type of man forsure. if you canât get down with my dryass dark humor, yew need to leave!
4) âSir you averaged 3 yards per carry AND 3 pumps maxâ BREVVVVVVVVV đ€Łđ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł this took me OUTTTT
5) ââYou told us you liked bouncy castles.ââ THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL đ© âThey rented it out AND made sure it wouldnât leakt to social media? The bar is in HEAVENâ iâm literally melting at this!! ughhhh theyâre literally perfect!!! theyâre literally treating sis they way she deserves to be treated
6) âThree weeks and four days left of her summer vacation. She'd miss this - miss them. The way Jules' eyes crinkled when he really laughed. How AurĂ©lien's smirk softened when he thought no one was looking.â GIRLLAAAAAAAAA just be with them. problem solved đ âMaybe they'll let you spin the block when the mood hits, her intrusive thoughts suggested.â i just know they will cause they canât get enough of this good puss đ âthese French boys were worth keeping around. Even after summer ended, even after she went back to reality.â just drop all them other hoes and stick with them. fuck hot girl summer, itâs a french ass summer babes!!! keep these men ON LOCK!!! âDefinitely worth keepingâ no notes cause yeah đââïž
7) âThey'd never made her feel pressured or insecure. If anything, she'd never felt more desired, more understood. The connection between them flowed like lava - intense but not consuming. The way they looked at her - like she was precious but powerful - made her feel invincible. Made her feel brave enough to want more.â meltes, swoons, falls hard and fast, the house would be clean, dinner would be hot nâ ready, i would do anything at thier command. whew lawddddddd one can dream
8) ââYou wanna try the Eiffel Tower?â AurĂ©lien asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.â THE SCREM I JUST SCRUMPT!!!!! the fact that âdance for youâ just started playing as soon as i get to the freaky-deaky stuff đ
9) â"Well, I'm just spitting hypotheticals⊠so hypothetically speaking, if I didn't want to end this and wanted two boyfriendsâŠ"â hypotheticals my ASS. you know you want that 2 for 1 special (french addition). quit lying to yourself.
10) â"Plus I'm fine with you twoââ SO DROP THAT UGLY ASS JACKASS MAN!!!! yk what you want but wonâtâ dpmo.
and we just CANNOT ignore aurĂ©lienâs deep-rooted love for meek mill. i cannot forgive aurĂ©lien for being neck-deep in his discography. just sing âdreams and nightmaresâ and keep it pushing
The Year I Turned 25 âą JK + AT (4/10)
SYNOPSIS: Grammy-winning R&B artist Y/N Y/LN, 25, is closing out the North American leg of her tour, riding high on the success of her sophomore album "The Year I Turned 24" - a raw, emotional project born from her public breakup with an NFL player. As she prepares for six weeks in Europe before the international leg of her tour, she's determined to have her own "hot girl summer," yet sheâs unaware that she's about to get entangled with not one but two professional footballers - Jules KoundĂ© and AurĂ©lien TchouamĂ©ni - sparking new public interest in her love life and forcing her to confront her fears about dating athletes again.ââââââââââââââââ
PAIRINGS: Jules Koundé x Y/N Y/LN (fc: Ayra Starr) x Aurélien Tchouaméni
WARNINGS: cursing, football b.s., not so glamorous life of a celebrity, mentions of mental illness/misogyny/slut shaming/cheating, drug use (marijuana), drinking, rotational dating, eventual smut, paragon partners/polyamory â 18+ only
TAGLIST: @irishmanwhore, @sucredreamer, @whoevenisthiz, @saturnville, @peyiswriting, @greedyjudge2, @pepfectionary, @cocobutterqwueen, @alika-4466, @julescpu, @lettersofgold, @hopefulromantic1, @a-moment-captured, @serpenttines-library, @f1-football-fiend, @purplelewlew, @elyseesarchive, @enretrogue, @2serenity0, @yeea-nah, @127hydrangeas, @sunfairyy, @pinkcatcus, @muglermami, @shelovesfootie, @bbgkoo, @greyishbach @sinflowersugar @cranberryjulce
CHAPTER 4: X Marks The Spot...
YN was curled up in her hotel bed, scrolling through her phone with a smile playing on her lips as she sent a 'congrats' text to Lewis for winning his race in Silverstone before replying to Javaughn.
Professor Fine đšđŸâđ«: Made it to my conference. Already bored. Rather be back on that plane talking to you
YN: Aww poor baby. Give a lecture about Keynes to wake yourself up
Professor Fine đšđŸâđ«: A sense of humor AND knowledge of economic theory? Dangerous combination
Shit the only thing I even remembered from ECON 101âŠ
He's cute, her thoughts mused, but not French-boys cute.
Her phone buzzed again:
Jules đ«đ·: Can I stop by? Miss your face x
YN: Yeah sure
She barely put her phone down when there was a knock. Opening the door revealed Jules with shopping bags, looking good enough to eat in shorts and a fitted tee.
"How did you know I would say yes?"
Jules set the bags on her hotel room's small dining table. "I figured you missed me as much as I missed you."
"Aw, you're so cute." She peered into the bags. "What's in there?"
"Board games and food. Wanted to make the best out of being confined to each other's rooms."
She pulled out Monopoly, UNO, and Operation, grabbing the UNO deck with a grin. "Are you good at UNO?"
"Hell yeah."
"Well I'm the best so prepare to get your ass handed to you." She climbed onto the bed, patting the space next to her.
Jules kicked off his Sambas and settled beside her while she shuffled, their shoulders brushing.
Between rounds of "Draw Four" cards and playful trash talk, Jules asked, "Do you miss home?"
"Yeah, especially my mama's cooking. No offense but German food ain't hitting like her fried chicken and mac and cheese." She detailed Sunday suppers - collard greens, cornbread, sweet potato pie.
"She cooks like this every Sunday?"
"Pssh," YN trilled her lips. "Every day. She lives with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah, we've got this house in the Valley. Made it our own - got a garden with herbs and vegetables, renovated the garage into a gym. We do yoga together in the mornings. She's my best friend."
Jules' smile was soft. "That's sweet. You're really close."
"What about you and your mom?"
His eyes grew distant, fingers fidgeting with his cards. "I was an asshole growing up," he admitted, a shadow crossing his features. "But we got closer, especially since... well, I don't really know my dad." His jaw tightened slightly. "His brother reached out when I was sixteen. Met my half-siblings, but only saw my dad once or twice. He's all over the place. Most of my family - grandmother, cousins - they're in Benin."
"I feel you on the dad thing," YN said. "My sperm donor bounced when I was three. Just walked out on mama and me one day. No explanation, no nothing." She laid down a red seven. "Sometimes I wonder if he sees me on TV or hears my music and thinks 'damn, that's my kid.' But fuck him though. Mama did just fine on her own."
Jules' expression softened with understanding. "Fuck him," he agreed quietly.ââââââââââââââââ "My mom did everything too. Made sure I knew my heritage, my roots in Benin. Never really struggled with the racial identity stuff like some biracial people do."
"You're mixed?" YN feigned shock. He shot her a look before his mouth quirked into a grin, realizing she was joking. "I googled you after the photo op."
"Oh really? So you knew all of this?"
"Nah," she laid down another card, now only holding two. "Just skimmed Wikipedia. Did stalk your IG though. Feel like you can really get a vibe of someone from their social media."
"Huh," he played his hand. "And what does my IG say about me?"
"That you're a fashion girlie who takes himself way too seriously in photo shoots." His laugh filled the room just as she slapped down her card. "UNO!"
Jules looked discombobulated. "How did youâ"
She batted her eyelashes adorably. "Told you to prepare to have your ass handed to you."
He muttered a curse, played his card, and watched her win. "You're cheating or something?"
"Sore loser much?" She clutched invisible pearls. "You should see me play Spades - mama made sure to teach me how to run that game."
"What is Spades?"
Her jaw dropped in shock. "What? How do you not know Spades? Have you not been to any cookoutsâ"
His wide, toothy grin gave him away.
"Your face!" he pointed, laughing uncontrollably.
YN squinted mock-angrily. "You almost had me, Jules Olivier."
That sobered him slightly. "Ooh middle name? Let me guess, you read that on Wikipedia?"
"Among other things. Like how they say you're 5'11" but you're more like 5'10"."
"5'10" and a half," he corrected.
"Oh wow," she deadpanned.
"Yeah, that half-inch makes a difference," he grinnedâââââââââââââââ, adding a wink.
YN smiled at him, letting out a soft sigh. "Nothing like trauma bonding over daddy issues".
"My therapist would call this a breakthrough moment," Jules quipped back perfectly.
A freak AND gets dark humor? her thoughts swooned. The perfect man doesn't exiâ
They then moved to the table for ramen, Jules telling her about his post-Euros plans.
"Going to Japan for two weeks. Need to decompress after the tournament."
"That sounds dope."
His eyes sparkled mischievously. "You should slide through."
"To Japan?" She nearly choked on her noodles. "Nigga what?"
"It's still your Hot Girl Summer," he shrugged. "Why not?"
"You want me to stay the whole two weeks?"
"If you can. But a week is fine. I know Auré probably wants to spend time with you after the Euros too."
"Yeah, I'll think about it."
"Alright, chérie."
This man really just invited you to Japan! her intrusive thoughts screamed.
A whole international vacation, her rational side considered. That's... serious.
But watching Jules slurp his ramen, looking soft and domestic in her hotel room, she couldn't find it in herself to panic about what it meant.
All YN wanted was to rot in bed, wrapped in the hotel's fluffy duvet while binging every rom-com Netflix had to offer. She was three UberEats orders deep - having demolished a burger, then Thai food, and now picking at some döner kebab as Brown Sugar played in the background. Damari's interview on "Real Bros Talk" podcast had dropped late last night, and social media hadn't shut up since.
Her group chat with Jazmine and Dominique was blowing up with reactions, and Jermaine had already called four times about possibly releasing a statement. Even her label wanted to know if she was going to channel this into another album.
As if he deserves any more of my creative energy, she thought bitterly, shoving another fry in her mouth.
TheShadeRoom: #DamariRush opens up about his relationship with Grammy winner (you know who đ), says he "wasn't sexually satisfied" and needed someone to "match his freak" đ€ [Video clip attached]
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ynglobaldom: Not him trying to shame her for being inexperienced when he got caught cheating??? âł popculture_tea: The projection is REAL âł teamdamari: Maybe if she wasn't so boring⊠chartdata: Her album about him went #1 though đ€·đŸââïž IDC IDC minaroe: Sir you averaged 3 yards per carry AND 3 pumps max âł tsrfans: SCREAMING đ deuxmoi: Meanwhile she's living her best life in EuropeâŠ
Three-pump chump at best, her intrusive thoughts scoffed. All that gym time for what?
Exactly, her rational side agreed. What's the point of working out if you can't even use that stamina?
Her phone buzzed non-stop:
Mama đ Baby girl call me
Big Kyle I'm booking a flight to Cleveland rn. Just say the word
LewLew Bean Ignore that đ€Ą You're thriving without him
Jules đ«đ· Thinking of you x. Let me know if you need anything
AurĂ©lien đč He's not worth your energy, belle. But I'll beat his ass if you want
Professor Fine đšđŸâđ« How are you doing? I would love to have dinner with you soon...
Enzo đźđč Bella, don't let him dim your light. You're magnificent x
Carina đ These men are trash. Come back to Florence, I'll treat you right đ
She ignored them all, which wasn't fair to her French boys especially, but she needed peace. This summer had been transformative - teaching her about being open, exploratory, less stuck in her head (because a girl really gets in her head). She'd discovered parts of herself she never knew existed, found strength in vulnerability.
Her therapist's words echoed: "Give yourself grace. You're allowed to feel hurt, but don't let it stop your growth."
So she deleted the Instagram app, cutting off the negativity. She'd found something real in Europe - perhaps not with Jules and Aurélien, but definitely with herself.
After another hour of self-loathing and mindless Netflix, YN dragged herself up. The French national team was already on their way to Munich to prepare for their semis against Spain, and she had a six-hour private coach ride ahead of her.
Get it together, she told herself, cleaning up the UberEats carnage and shoving clothes into her suitcase.
She chose comfort for the journey - matching grey sweatsuit and slides, hair wrapped, not a stitch of makeup. The coach was basically a fancy van, but she wasn't trying to impress anyone today. Just R&R and her thoughts.
Somewhere around hour four, her phone buzzed:
đčđ«đ· Group Chat:
Jules đ«đ· Made it to Munich x. Miss your face
AurĂ©lien đč Can we see you tonight?
YN Not really in the mood boys
Jules đ«đ· We'll cheer you up! Got something fun planned
AurĂ©lien đč Not what you're thinking đ
YN scoffed out loud.
Jules đ«đ· Be ready by 9! Wear something comfortable
She typed out another "no" but deleted it. Maybe distraction was exactly what she needed.
YN Fine. But no funny business
AurĂ©lien đč Us? Never đ
These boys, she thought, but found herself smiling for the first time all day.
______________________________________________
YN stepped out of the Uber, pulling at her biker shorts as she stared up at the JUMP House Munich sign in confusion. She glanced between Jules and Aurélien, who both looked way too pleased with themselves.
Jules chuckled. "You told us you liked bouncy castles."
"And we even had the employees sign NDAs," Aurélien added casually.
Her eyes bugged out. What the hell? "You rented it out?" YN asked incredulously, tugging her oversized t-shirt back into place.
"Yeah, surprisingly it didn't cost that much," Aurélien shrugged, looking fine as ever even in athletic wear.
They rented it out AND made sure it wouldn't leak to social media? her rational thoughts swooned.
The bar is in HEAVEN, her intrusive thoughts agreed.
"We wanted to hang out with you and figured this would be a nice place outside of our rooms," Jules explained.
Inside was a playground of interconnected trampolines, foam pits, and obstacle courses. They headed straight for the massive free-jumping area, armed with foam balls for an every-man-for-themselves dodgeball battle.
"This is so unfair!" YN shrieked, bouncing and falling as foam balls flew at her from both directions. "Y'all are literal athletes!"
"All's fair in love and dodgeball," Jules called out, launching another attack.
"What he said," Aurélien agreed, showing absolutely no mercy.
The soccer trampoline section brought out their competitive sides. Both men started showing off, doing elaborate mid-air tricks before their kicks.
"Real humble, guys," YN rolled her eyes.
"Your turn," Jules challenged.
To everyone's surprise - including her own - YN managed to score several goals.
"Yo!" Jules' eyes widened. "Coach needs to sign her up!"
"For real," Aurélien nodded appreciatively. "Got that natural talent."
"Les Bleus could use you," Jules added. "I know peopleâ"
"Boy, stop," YN laughed. "Singing is my gift to the world. Besides, y'all just impressed 'cause your standards are low."
"Our standards?" Aurélien raised an eyebrow. "You just scored on a goalkeeper."
"A robotic goalkeeper on a trampoline," she corrected. "Don't get excited."
But watching them bounce around like overgrown kids, demonstrating increasingly ridiculous tricks, she felt the weight of Damari's interview lifting. Sometimes healing looked like getting pelted with foam balls by two French footballers who'd rented out a trampoline park just to make her smile.
And what a smile it is, both her thoughts agreed.
"I need a break!" YN called out, bouncing off the trampoline. Her thighs were burning, but it was worth it.
The workers huddled in the corner, speaking rapid German and sneaking glances their way. She caught phrases like "Koundé" and "Nationalmannschaft." Normally it would stress her out, but those NDAs were ironclad.
Jules and Aurélien followed her to the café area, looking unfairly fresh while she was dripping sweat in very unsexy ways.
Now THIS is how you use stamina, her intrusive thoughts purred, eyeing how neither man seemed winded.
She chugged half her water bottle before speaking. "Y'all are machines or something?"
"Professional athletes, remember?" Jules grinned.
"Belle," Aurélien's eyes lit up as he spotted something across the room. "Want to try the battle box? Like American Gladiators."
YN looked at the elevated platform with foam sticks. "You want me to get up there and fight y'all? Two whole professional athletes?"
"We'll go easyâ"
"Absolutely not. My ego can only take so many hits in one night."
"Your loss," he shrugged, already getting up to grab one of the foam battling sticks. "Jules?"
"Oh, you're going down," Jules jumped up, grabbing one for himself.
YN settled onto a bench, phone ready to record this foolishness. The boys squared off on the platform, circling each other like they were in an actual arena.
"Your defense is trash!" Aurélien taunted, taking a swipe that Jules barely dodged.
"Better than your aim!" Jules shot back, feinting left before striking right.
They traded French insults she couldn't understand, but their laughter echoed through the space. Watching them play-fight, seeing this unguarded side of them, YN felt a pang in her chest. Three weeks and four days left of her summer vacation. She'd miss this - miss them. The way Jules' eyes crinkled when he really laughed. How Aurélien's smirk softened when he thought no one was looking.
Maybe they'll let you spin the block when the mood hits, her intrusive thoughts suggested.
"Ha!" Aurélien knocked Jules off balance. "That's what happens when you talk too much shit!"
"Oh, fuck you! Rematch!" Jules demanded, already climbing back up.
For once, both her rational and intrusive thoughts agreed: these French boys were worth keeping around. Even after summer ended, even after she went back to reality.
"YN!" Jules called out. "Come referee!"
"No way! Y'all are too competitiveâ"
"Please?" They both turned those eyes on her.
Definitely worth keeping, she thought, getting up to play referee despite her better judgment.
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YN found herself in Aurélien's hotel suite. She couldn't believe what was happening - another date night (hangout?) with her two French baguettes, but this felt different than all the others.
The night started off normal - JUMP house, coming back and ordering room service, chatting the shit, laughing, watching movies.
However, as usual, whenever they were together, things got heated and she now was standing in her bra and panties in front of them.
"You're thinking too hard again," Jules noticed, his hand caressing her shoulder.
"Just processing," she admitted. "Two weeks ago I was overthinking every little thing. Now it feels..."
"Natural," Aurélien finished, his smile softer than usual.
Girl, you know exactly where this is heading, her intrusive thoughts purred.
And for once, we're not overthinking it, her rational side agreed.
They'd never made her feel pressured or insecure. If anything, she'd never felt more desired, more understood. The connection between them flowed like lava - intense but not consuming. The way they looked at her - like she was precious but powerful - made her feel invincible. Made her feel brave enough to want more.
Something that Damari never did...
"We take care of what's ours," Jules said simply.
And that's what she was, wasn't she? Theirs. At least for now, at least for this perfect summer moment.
Her knees hit the carpet as their eyes darkened with promise. They kissed and fooled around already but YN's nerves were now electric, her body humming with anticipation. She watched as Jules slowly removed his shirt, his muscular chest on display, while Aurélien pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a glimpse of his toned torso.
"Relax, ma belle," Aurélien whispered, his voice like velvet. "We have all night."
YN took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for Jules's belt first. His warm fingers covered hers, stilling her movements.
"Easy, cherie," he murmured. "Take your time."
She inhaled, the scent of his cologne filling her senses, and exhaled slowly, steeling herself. With a nod, she tried again, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and sliding it free from the loops. The rasp of the zipper followed, and she gently tugged his shorts down, revealing his black boxer briefs.
Jules's erection strained against the fabric, and YN's mouth went dry. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the bulge, feeling the heat radiating from him. With a gentle pull, she freed him from his underwear, his thick shaft springing free. She inhaled his musky scent, her body responding with a rush of heat.
Leaning forward, she took the tip of his dick into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Jules's hands found her hair, his grip firm but gentle as he guided her, encouraging her to take more. She relaxed her jaw, taking him deeper, her lips sliding down his length.
"Fuck, yes," Jules groaned, his hips thrusting forward in rhythm with her bobbing head. "That's it, baby, take it all."
YN's eyes fluttered closed, her jaw aching slightly as she accommodated his size. She reveled in the sounds of his pleasure, his praises fueling her desire. Then, she heard AurĂ©lienâs voice, a soft murmur in French.
YN's free hand reached out, pulling Aurélien closer by the waistband of his sweat shorts. He chuckled, his warm breath tickling her ear as he whispered, "Impatient, aren't you?"
With AurĂ©lienâs help, she untied his shorts, sliding them down his lean hips. He stepped out of them, his boxer briefs already tented with his erection.
Aurélien guided her hand to his dick, his shaft hot and rigid in her grasp. He groaned, his head falling back as she stroked him through the thin fabric, her touch tentative yet eager. "Come 'ere, pretty girl. I want to feel that mouth of yours."
YN released Jules with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening dickhead. She turned her attention to Aurélien, her hand pulling his boxer briefs down before wrapping around his length as she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.
AurĂ©lienâs hands cupped her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks as he guided her. "Slowly, ma belle. Breathe through your nose."
She obeyed, her breath coming in shallow pants as she took him deeper, her throat working around his girth. AurĂ©lienâs praise filled her ears, his hands tightening in her hair as he began to thrust gently, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.
"That's it. Suck me."Â His voice was hoarse, his accent thick with desire. "Merde, YN."
YN moaned around his length, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He withdrew, his dick glistening with her saliva, then he plunged back into her mouth, his hips snapping forward as he began to fuck her face. YN's hands gripped his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she took him, her throat working to accommodate his thickness.
Aurélien's thrusts became more urgent, his hands tightening in her hair as he held her in place. "You're so fucking good, bébé. I'm gonna cum."
YN's eyes widened, her body tensing in anticipation. She wanted this, wanted to feel him release, to taste him. Her throat relaxed, and she focused on the sensation, on the pleasure she was giving, her own desire spiking with each of his grunts.
With a final, powerful thrust, Aurélien came, his dick jerking in her mouth as he spilled his seed. YN swallowed, her throat working to take all of him, her eyes never leaving his.
Aurélien withdrew, his breathing ragged, his hands roaming over her neck. "You're incredible, YN."
YN's cheeks flushed, her body buzzing with satisfaction. She turned her gaze to Jules, his erection still hard and ready. "And you?" she asked, her voice husky. "Are you ready for more?"
Jules's eyes darkened. "Fuck yeah. Come 'ere." He positioned himself between YN's legs, his eyes locked onto her as she eagerly drew closer. Her tongue darted out, expertly navigating his length. She sucked and teased, her hands gripping his hips as he groaned in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Aurélien moved behind YN, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra. His hands explored her breasts, kneading and pinching her sensitive nipples, causing her to moan, her mouth full of Jules' dick.
Jules's climax was sudden and intense. He groaned, his body convulsing as he released his seed deep into YN's throat. She swallowed quickly, savoring the taste of him as well.
They then led YN to the bed, where she lay back, her eyes heavy with lust. Jules and AurĂ©lien positioned themselves on either side of her, their lips finding her neck and breasts. Julesâs tongue skirted across YNâs neck, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. AurĂ©lien, meanwhile, was a different story. His hands were rough, his movements urgent.
AurĂ©lienâs attention soon turned lower, his tongue tracing the curve of her hips and the soft skin of her belly. He reached for her panties, tugging them down to reveal her core.
"I've been waiting to taste you," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire. His tongue delved deep, exploring every inch of her, while his fingers danced over her clitoris.
"Fuck," YN moaned, her voice a mere whisper. Her body throbbed with pleasure, her back arching and her nails digging into the sheets as she cried out. Jules continued to kiss and suck on her neck and then her body shook uncontrollably as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Aurélien lapped up the sweet nectar happily, his tongue darting in and out of her hole.
He pulled away once he was done, a satisfied smile on his face as he sat on his haunches. "You wanna try the Eiffel Tower?" Aurélien asked, a mischievous glint in his eye. YN hesitated, her cheeks flushing.
"Itâs your call, YN," Jules assured her, his voice gentle.
"You won't mind if Aurélien and I..." she trailed. A flutter of nerves danced in her stomach. The idea of taking them both at once was daunting but one at time seemed more plausible. Less scary.
Jules gave a reassuring smile. "Nope," he replied, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Iâve got a thing for watching anyway."
YN rolled her eyes playfully. "Of course you do. Such a freak."
Jules shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "If you say so." With that, he moved to the far end of the bed, propping himself up on one elbow, a spectator ready for the main event.
YN was nervous, but also excited. She turned to face Aurelien, who was already leaning in, his grip on YNâs hips tightening. A shiver ran down her spine as he captured her nipple with his tongue, swirling it sensually. YN's back arched into a bow, a moan escaping her lips.
"Showtime, ma belle," he said, a cocky grin spreading across his face. He then turned, reaching for his shorts that were still on the floor. He retrieved a condom from his pocket, tearing open the package with his teeth and sheathing himself. The raw, primal gesture sent a wave of desire crashing over her.
Aurelien positioned himself at her entrance, slowly thrusting inch by inch until he was fully seated within her. YN glanced over at Jules, who was watching the scene with a half-lidded gaze. A pleased smile played on his lips.
"She takes dick so well," Jules remarked to Aurélien, his voice low and appreciative. Aurélien groaned in agreement. "You got the man speechless, chérie. Good pussy will do that."
YN moaned, her attention torn between the pleasure from Aurélien and the thrill of being watched by Jules.
As the pace quickened, Jules began to stroke himself, his eyes fixed on the passionate scene before him. AurĂ©lienâs thrusts grew harder, deeper, driving YN to the brink of ecstasy.
"Fuck, baby!" YN whimpered, wrapping her legs tighter around AurĂ©lienâs waist as his pace became erratic. "FuckâŠfuckâŠ"
"Heâs fucking you good, huh?" came Julesâ soft voice. "Are you gonna cum, chĂ©rie?"
"Sheâs so tight," grunted AurĂ©lien as he gripped her waist tighter, the sound of his balls slapping rhythmically against her reverberating across the room. "Fuck youâre so wet, bĂ©bĂ©."
"OoohâŠIâm gonna cum. Shit, AurĂ©, just like that."
Since when was she ever this vocal during sex? But then again, sex had never felt this good, this exquisite, to have her teetering off an edge. YNâs head thrashed back and forth on the sheets as AurĂ©lienâs stamina proved to be withstanding and unrelenting, his hips moving in an almost Sonic-like speed.
From his spot on the bed, Jules continued to stroke himself with fervor, his eyes never leaving YN and Aurélien until he too felt those familiar coils within his body.
With a final, explosive thrust, YNâs body trembled as she climaxed. AurĂ©lienâs wasnât that far behind, with him emptying his pleasure inside the condom and spent but satisfied, collapsed onto her, his weight supported by his elbows.
Both AurĂ©lien and YN were breathing heavily as they heard Jules utter a curse before exhaling a long sigh, signaling his own release. They lay like that for a moment â the murmurs of post-coital bliss echoing the space, their hearts beating like jackhammers within their chests.
"Well," YN started, breaking the silence. "That was fun."
"Incroyable," declared Aurélien just before he planted a tender kiss to her forehead then rolled off of her to dispose the condom.
"Ditto," concurred Jules, and YN felt the bed shift as he got off as well. "Let me clean you up, chérie."
YN simply nodded and remained still, her body continuing to spasm from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Not us having back to back orgasms! Love that for us! her intrusive thoughts cheered.
A dopey-ass grin etched on her tired face, and footsteps drew closer until she felt a warm towel gently cleaning her inner thighs.
"Are you good, YN?" wondered AurĂ©lienâs deep voice from a couple feet away. "She looks out of it, Jules."
"Nah, she just been fucked really good, is all," Jules said with a low chuckle as he finished cleaning her up. "Sheâs gonna sleep like a baby tonight."
I really am.
"Come on, ma belle. Letâs tuck you in." This was AurĂ©lien and YN hummed in contentment as she felt his strong arms delicately lift her body and situate her flushed against his on the bed. Another kiss on her forehead then one on her cheek. "Bonne nuit."
Bonne nuit indeedâŠ
The last thing she heard before drifting off to sleep was Julesâ little giggle and then them whispering something to one another in French.
YN's muscles protested every movement - her thighs especially were giving "day after leg day" energy, though the workout had been much more enjoyable. She stepped into what had to be the biggest shower she'd ever seen, and that was saying something considering she'd had a custom rainfall shower built in her Valley house. But Aurélien's suite was ridiculous, all marble and multiple shower heads and enough space for three people to move comfortably.
Jules' playlist filled the steamy air, his voice joining Brent Faiyaz: "You know you're all mine, all mine..."
"Stick to football, my guy," Aurélien chuckled, washing his hair.
"Like you can do better?"
YN leaned against the marble wall, adjusting the shower cap on her head and the silk scarf beneath, which Aurélien mysteriously had in his luggage (she wasn't going to ask questions, just appreciated that her sew-in was protected). The hot water soothed her aching body.
Last night had been... well.
Her thoughts didn't need to finish that sentence.
Worth the soreness, her intrusive thoughts decided.
Definitely worth it, her rational side agreed.
The domesticity of it all should've scared her - three people sharing a shower like it was the most natural thing in the world. Instead, it felt right. Easy.
"Pass the body wash," she called out.
"Ask nicely," Aurélien teased.
"Please pass the body wash before I slip and die in your fancy ass shower?"
Their laughter echoed off the tiles as Jules handed her the bottle.
What amazed her most was how nonchalant they were - not just about sharing a shower, but about last night too. She still couldn't wrap her head around how close they were, how far removed from the toxic masculinity she'd grown accustomed to with Damari.
Her ex would never. He was always spouting some homophobic nonsense, getting weird about showing any affection to his boys. "What I look like hugging some nigga? That's gay as fuck!" he'd say, like basic human touch would somehow compromise his manhood.
Yet here were Jules and Aurélien, having a full-blown conversation about their upcoming match while naked, sharing space like it was nothing. Zero awkwardness, zero fragile masculinity, just pure comfort with themselves and each other.
A mindfuck, her intrusive thoughts noted.
But the best kind, her rational side agreed.
Maybe this was what real security looked like - being so confident in yourself that you didn't need to police every interaction for "sus" behavior.
"What are you thinking about?" Jules asked, noticing her expression.
"Just⊠appreciating the view," she deflected with a grin.
But really, she was appreciating how much her definition of masculinity had shifted since meeting them.
The playlist shifted to Travis Scott's "R.I.P. Screw" and Jules started dancing, making YN shoot him a weird look. She turned to Aurélien like is he for real?
Aurélien just laughed. "You should see him in the locker room. He screams out Kendrick Lamar songs like a nutcase."
"And like you don't do the same whenever you listen to Meek Mill?" Jules called out while rinsing off.
Aurélien kissed his teeth. "Whatever, bro." He gently nudged YN forward to rinse. "Anyways, Jules said you're going to Japan with him?"
YN shook her head, squinting conspiratorially at Jules' back as he exited the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. "I didn't give him an exact answer yet, but I'm thinking about it."
"That's dope," Aurélien said.
"Where are you going, Auré?" she wondered, letting the water wash away the soap.
"Maybe LA with some friends first then Sicily. Why? You wanna come too?"
YN's smile widened. "I can hang with you in Sicily. My first stop is in Rome, so that's perfect."
"Oh that's cool. Maybe I can see your concert before I head off to LA."
"I like that," she said, stepping out as Jules wrapped her in a fluffy towel.
Minutes later, she stood at the counter brushing her teeth next to Jules with Aurelien in the other side, the domesticity of it all making her heart do weird things.
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Sandwiched between her French boys in Aurélien's massive bed, YN munched on a fruit salad while they watched Challengers. They'd spent the whole day in his suite, the boys returning from practice to find her exactly where they'd left her.
When they got to that scene - Tashi kissing both Patrick and Art - YN's foot-in-mouth disease struck.
"Did you guys just wake up one morning and decide to share that girl in Bordeaux or did you have one of those bro talks?"
Jules burst out laughing while Aurélien shook his head, rolling his eyes. "It was both."
"Both?"
Jules' laughter subsided. "We were young and horny and like I said, AurĂ©lien is my bro, soâŠ"
"That easy?"
"I mean, yeah. And it's every guy's fantasy to have a threesome," Aurélien shrugged.
"Well yeah, but with another guy? I thought it was more so two girls?"
"Yeah, I guess. But there's been conversations in the locker room about running a train on girls and whether people were downâ" Jules started.
"Running a train? What?" she screeched. "You guys were like twenty talking about â you know what? Just continue."
Jules scoffed. "It happens a lot honestly. Auré and I aren't into all that. Not with everyone on the team. But he was down and the girl was down⊠and it was nice."
"So what happened to her?" YN popped a grape in her mouth.
The boys shared a glance before Aurélien answered. "Feelings. We caught feelings and so did she, but for both of us. And we didn't really understand that we could both date her at the same time. Like polyamory wasn't as mainstream as it is now."
"Plus we needed our prefrontal cortex to be fully developed before making choices like that," Jules added.
"And now?" YN pressed, chewing another grape.
They exchanged another look, smirking. "I thought this wasn't a serious thing?" Aurélien quipped.
Touché, she thought.
"Well, I'm just spitting hypotheticals⊠so hypothetically speaking, if I didn't want to end this and wanted two boyfriendsâŠ"
"It'll be hard because you're in the States, but we both live in Spain and spend a lot of time together anyway. It's really nothing but a flight," Jules said.
"What about one-on-one time or is everything just going to be together?"
"We can do both. Jules and I aren't really the jealous types, especially if you're ours."
"And sometimes I just like to watch," Jules winked.
"Your freaky ass," YN sighed, amused and just a pinch irritated.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Jules chuckled.
"It's notâ" Her phone buzzed.
Professor Fine đšđŸâđ« In Munich soon. Dinner tomorrow? Would love to see you before heading back to NY
She quickly turned her screen off.
"You don't have to hide who you're talking to, belle," Aurélien said.
Jules gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, it's cool."
"I know, but stillâŠ"
"Text your other man, YN," Aurélien urged, eyes back on the TV.
After a pause, she replied:
YN Tomorrow after the match? There's this great Italian place near my hotel
Professor Fine đšđŸâđ« Perfect. Looking forward to it đ
She put her phone on DND and tucked it under her pillow.
"You're so awkward," Jules said.
"Very," Aurélien agreed.
"It's still rude!"
"Are you gonna fuck him?" Jules asked bluntly. She shot him an accusing look. "I'm just looking out for my sexual health, okay?" He held up his hands. "I know about Auré because we did our physicals before Euros and everything's clean with both of us, but adding another partner after Enzo and Carina and now us?"
"I'll take another round of tests just like I did after Carina and Enzo. Safety is my priority too," she said. "But I don't know. He's hot yet I'm not gonna just jump in bed with him. Dinner first."
"Okay," Jules nodded.
"Alright," Aurélien agreed.
"Plus I'm fine with you two," she added with a mischievous grin.
They shot her amused looks as the movie played on.
Who would've thought, her thoughts mused, that summer would turn out like this?
Tomorrow was the semi-final, but right now, curled between them, YN felt like she'd already won.
TO BE CONTINUED...
#emjayewrites#jules kounde x black reader#aurelien tchouameni x black reader#jules x yn x aurelien#footballer x black reader#good reads!!!!#another banger
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i dont consider myself a 'fashion guru' by any means but one thing i will say is guys you dont need to know the specific brand an item you like is - you need to know what the item is called. very rarely does a brand matter, but knowing that pair of pants is called 'cargo' vs 'boot cut' or the names of dress styles is going to help you find clothes you like WAAAYYYY faster than brand shopping
#also theres no one good place to learn this generally ive picked up yhe knowledge by asking questions#or reading through catalogues. paying attention to the words used to describe clothing styles i like
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You gotta read and watch some old books and films that arenât 100% modern politically correct. Iâm not saying you should agree with everything in them but you need to learn where genres came from to understand what those genres are doing today and where media deconstructing old tropes is coming from.
Also, more often than you might think, theyâre not actually promoting bigotry so much as âdidnât consider all the implications of somethingâ or just used words that were polite then but considered offensive now.
Kill the censor in your head.
#the redwall glorifying site can sure be squeamish about books with no more problematic premises#if youâre asking whatâs wrong with redwall itâs the good/evil species essentialism and the one book that doubles down on it#but like you still read it if you want to write animals having cozy adventures so youâre not ignorant of half your own genre
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i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names
#no shade (ha) to 50 shades. ive never actually read it so idk if its good#but imo the idea of creating an au fanfic thats so divorced from the original work is boring! why are you even making a fanfic atp#the only good fanfic is when you can tell the author loves the source material and uses it#the best fanfics ive ever read could never be published as actual books because it wouldnt work without the context of the original story
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Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?
Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.
Goon: Huh.
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Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?
Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...
Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.
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Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...
Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?
Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.
Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.
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And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.
#supportive goons#Jason read somewhere that showing vulnerability helps being a good leader#they have pool parties#the goons love jason#best mafia boss ever#he knows all their names and helps their kids study for school#they're all very concerned to find out he's 19#jason todd#under the hood#under the red hood#red hood's goons#oh to be a zombie drug lord in this economy#they're a little confused but they got the spirit#batman#batfam#batfamily#batman and robin#assigned trans at goon
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#this has to be one of my favorite little comic ever cus YEEEES#I love me a good rain lighting thunder trio <3#ESP while laying in bed with a good book#had to share#cottagecore#comics#art#cute#drawing#rain aesthetic#cozycore#cosycore#reading#comfycore#wholesome#we had MASSIVE rain here today and some lovely lightning & thunder . so this was basically my just switch night to say and bed to couch
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I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so
You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie
#good omens#gomens#good omens s2#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#my art#made with stolen time over the course of two extremely busy months but I'm so glad its done#Aziraphale's reading a first folio obviously#cones of dunshire voice: it's about the DETAILS#extremely excited to introduce everyone to this song about DEEPLY YEARNING for someone who annoys the hell out of you#its a banger
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Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.
#katniss everdeen#the hunger games trilogy#the hunger games#primrose everdeen#hunger games#batcavescolony reads the hunger games#suzanne collins#'now it seems i have become someone precious' NOW? GIRL BFFR you're their hunter girl#and this isn't negative just bffr girl#your WHOLE DISTRICT did the three finger salute that you yourself says means admiration thanks and goodbye to someone you love and on top is#old a rarely used. your WHOLE DISTRICT decided in that moment that they needed to bring back this sign of respect for YOU#...................................................................#idk why some people are thinking i mean this as negative i don't she is unreliable but its not intentional. like when Peeta heart stoped in#CF she doesn't know what Finnick is doing at first cus she doesn't know off the top of her head what cpr is. she also thinks Peeta after the#reaping is acting for the cameras. he isnt we dind out later his mom basically told him Katniss was gonna win and he would die. obviously#shes not doing it on purpose shes just for lack of better words uneducated? as in she doesn't know everything shes not omnipotent#so when Plutarch (? second games guy) shows her his mokingjay hiden watch shes like *wtf that's weird?* then the people traveling to#district 13 show her the mockingjay cookie and explains it and she then goes on the difference between his watch and their cookie#and why does eveyone act as if district 12 is as bad as the capital? they CANT help Katniss and Prim in the way you want. they cant give#them food. none of them have any! and im not putting iton Katniss but they hid they needed food so they could stay together. it sounds like#some of you are in this our world mentally of what people do after a loved one dies (brings food constantly checks on them etc) district 12#cant do that. they dont have food and they're all suffering. you cant give someone food when you have none to give. then theirs the fact#that peeta DID help. Peeta buring the bread and tossing some to her then taking a beating from his mom is a HUGE thing in the books.#he used his resources to help her like you all said someone should.#district 12 DID (rip) care about Katniss before the hunger games. why do you think she was allowed to hunt? or how her trades were good#these are the little ways 12 can shows Katniss they love her. but again Katniss doesn't see this and YES its because she had ptsd before the#hunger games as well. i swear some of you make it seem like d12 was all living a life of luxury and glaring down at Katniss.#other things that show Katniss is in hight standing with at least her people of d12 is her dad was known enough through d12 for peeta dad to#comment on his singing along with his commenting on her mom. also her mom is a healer in the community. yeah her parents arnt the top but#of d12 but they are/were definitely high staning in the Seam.
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Okay no I need to talk about the book version of Howl's Moving Castle. I love the movie but the book has such a different vibe and you, yes you, should read it.
Movie Howl is a soulful and quiet. Book Howl is a drama queen and Causing Problems and has a long string of jilted exes and couldn't shut up if you paid him.
Sophie and Howl drive each other up the wall at the beginning and it's really funny. Sophie and Howl are (despite themselves) very much in love by the end and they still drive each other up the wall and it's even funnier.
In the movie, Howl has been ordered by the king to participate in The War, and Howl is avoiding it because he is a brave conscientious objector. In the book, Howl has been ordered by the king to rescue his lost brother from the Witch of the Wastes, and Howl is avoiding it by any means necessary because he is a cowardly weasel who wants to stay as far from the Witch as possible.
In the movie, the Witch cursed Sophie because she was jealous about Howl speaking to Sophie for five minutes. In the book, the Witch cursed Sophie because Sophie had been doing surprisingly powerful magic for years without knowing it and it was actually starting to cut into the Witch's plans. (Sophie does not discover any of this until nearly the end of the book, but the reader can start to pick it up much earlier and the way Sophie's magic works is pretty darn cool.)
In the movie, there's a rumor that Howl eats the hearts of maidens, but this is implied to be nothing but nasty fearmongering. In the book, there's a rumor that Howl eats the hearts of maidens because Howl started the rumor so people would stop asking him to do wizard junk all the time.
The book lightly parodies a couple of tropes from Western fairy tales. In particular Sophie has internalized that, as the eldest of three sisters, her "destiny" is to fail so that her younger sisters will look cooler when they succeed, which is why she's so resigned to the hat shop at the beginning. (Sidebar: Sophie's sisters come up much more in the book and they're great.) There's also a really funny bit where Sophie attempts to operate a pair of seven-league boots.
In the movie, the fourth and final location that the magic door connects to is some sort of black void / mindscape / time portal dealy. In the book the fourth location is Wales, in the UK, on Earth, so that Howl can visit his family, because from Howl's perspective this is an isekai story.
#also there are two sequels#sophie and howl aren't the focus but they're still very good#howl's moving castle#howls moving castle#howl's moving castle the book my beloved#diana wynne jones#<- also read everything else she's ever written#me#my text post
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Pdf of The Question of Palestine by Edward Said
#Edward said#Palestine#will always be one of the most essential reads of all time#seriously if you need a good starting place I think this is it
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do you have any ideas about why so many students are struggling with literacy now? I know that illiteracy and reading comprehension have been issues for years and most americans read at like a 5th grade reading level but Iâm curious why it seems to be worse now (pandemic? no child left behind?)
It is everything. Thereâs not one answer. I could talk about this forever so instead I set a five minute timer on my phone and wrote a list of as many of the many things that are causing this on a systemic level that I could think of:
Itâs parents not reading with their kids (a privilege, but some parents have that privilege to be able to do this and donât.)
Itâs youtube from birth and never being bored.
Itâs phasing out phonics for sight words (memorizing without understanding sounds or meaning) in elementary schools in the early aughts.
Itâs defunding public libraries that do all the community and youth outreach.
Itâs NCLB and mandating standardized tests which center reading short passages as opposed to longform texts so students donât build up the endurance or comprehension skills.
Itâs NCLB preventing schools from holding students back if they lack the literacy skills to move onto the next grade because they canât be left behind so theyâre passed on.
Itâs the chronic underfunding of ESL and Special Ed programs for students who need extra literacy support.
Itâs the cultural devaluing of the humanities in favor of stem and business because those make more money which leads to a lot of students to completely disregard reading and writing.ïżŒ
Itâs the learning loss from covid.
Itâs covid trauma manifesting in a lot of students as learned helplessness, or an inability to âfigure things outâ or push through adversity to complete challenging tasks independently, especially reading difficult texts.
Itâs covid normalizing cheating and copying.
Itâs increasing phone use.
Itâs damage to attention span exacerbated by increased phone use that leaves you without an ability to sit and be bored ever without 2-3 forms of constant stimulation.
Itâs shortform video becoming the predominant form of social media content as opposed to anything text-based.
Itâs starting to also be generative AI.
Itâs the book bans.
what did I miss.
#iâm not immune to any of this. Iâm trying to read more. itâs good for me#I think that the literacy crisis is a manufactured result of a lot of different policy choices because it creates an exploitable underclass
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yeah this is a self-evident biological hierarchy. that's why we have to enforce it with violence
#bolo speaks#<- spends way too much time reading subreddits dedicated to catching incels in 4k and making fun of them to be good for her mental health#but genuinely the number of men online willing to say men are inherently [this way] and women are [that way] and that's why dissenters#should be BRUTALIZED is insane
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!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!
#cosmo creates#edits#dungeon meshi#this one is a personal favorite rn! Iâm proud of how it came out :)#also if you canât read the song credits itâs keep up by karma carr#so good but the full song is like. 2 minutes. I need more than that#anyways. chucklefuck. yesh#volume warning#as well as fast visuals! shouldâve noted that earlier#flashing#jic#omg I misread the lyrics. OH WELL
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Bonus: the old man (+insp)
#he gon need good health insurance coverage when he reaches the age eligible for pension#i am going to FUCK that senior citizen Logan Howlett#i will be his controversial young gf that helps him out of bed#sorry i read some fanfics of Logan and Wade and it got me acting a FOOOL#marvel#deadpool 3#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#wolverine x deadpool#deadpool x wolverine#wade x logan#logan x wade#wade wilson#logan howlett#poolverine#ryan reynolds#hugh jackman#gay#lgbt#lgbtq#honda odyssey#nicepool#deadpool#shawn levy
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quite frankly idgaf what Luigi Mangioneâs politics are, he actually did something to make a change and thatâs more than most people can say
#heyyyyy fbi this is totally a joke iâm not on his side what noooooooo#edit: good god yâall canât read between the lines. he did something to TRY and make a change#which is more than yâall complaining have ever done. is that better. is that more clearly spelled out for you.#also iâm not a fan of this whole âoh nothing changed nothingâs ever gonna change so why botherâ attitude#we canât get complacent just because making change is hard. we have to keep trying#even if it fails over and over we have to keep trying#luigi mangione#united healthcare#brian thompson#us politics#also yeah obviously innocent until proven guilty. sentiment is the same either way
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