#i kinda hate this but i needed to get it out

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𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you both always find your way back to each other

warning : sexual content included - minors dni

You didn’t want to be here.

You didn’t want to be wearing four inches of makeup, a dress someone else picked out, smiling for endless cameras, forced to network with people you barely knew. You’d much rather be in your Barcelona kit, cleats on your feet, running drills at training.

But tonight wasn’t about what you wanted — it was about being a face for Nike, about showing up at one of their biggest global athlete events, standing next to gold medals and championship rings and MVP trophies. You adjusted the neckline of your dress and took another sip of champagne, counting the hours until you could go back to your hotel room.

And that’s when your manager nudged you, murmuring in your ear, “There's someone you should meet.”

You blinked the exhaustion away and turned — and for the first time that night, you actually woke up.

Standing there, in a clean-cut navy suit, crisp white shirt open at the collar, hands tucked coolly into her pockets, was Paige Bueckers.

You knew who she was immediately. Everyone did.

Paige Bueckers, WNBA’s next superstar, the heart of the Dallas Wings. Ice in her veins, clutch under pressure. America's sweetheart with a killer crossover. She was taller than you expected, broad-shouldered in a way cameras didn’t quite capture. She wasn’t smiling. She was just... looking at you. Like she knew you too.

You smoothed your dress automatically and offered your hand. “Hi,” you said, and hated that your voice came out a little breathless.

Paige’s lips curved into a smirk as she shook your hand — firm, a little rough, calloused fingers from years of handling a basketball.

“I know who you are," she said, voice low and casual. "Big fan.”

You laughed under your breath, a little shy, and teased, “Guess I’m a fan too. You’re kinda hard to miss.”

Her grin widened, and for the first time all night, you weren’t thinking about escaping. You were thinking about staying.

The conversation flowed easily.

You didn’t even realize how long you’d been standing there until you felt a tap on your shoulder — someone from Nike needing you for a photo. You apologized, promising Paige you'd be right back.

Five minutes later, you found her again. She was standing by the bar, scrolling her phone, a drink in her free hand. As if she was waiting for you.

You slipped into the empty space next to her and nudged her arm lightly. “Miss me?” you teased.

She didn’t answer right away, just looked at you from under her lashes with a grin that made your stomach flip. “Maybe.”

The whole night was like that.

You’d get pulled away — to talk to a sponsor, to take a picture with a fan, to do a quick interview — and every time, somehow, you found your way back to Paige. And every time you did, it felt easier. Like slipping into a conversation you didn’t want to leave.

You found out she hated dressing up just as much as you did. That she loved watching football, especially Barça matches. That she hated flying but did it almost every week now. That she missed snow sometimes — real Minnesota snow — but loved the Texas sun more than she ever thought she would.

She asked you about Barcelona. About your favorite stadiums to play in, about the nerves before a Champions League final, about what it felt like to wear your country’s badge. And you asked her about Dallas. About the pressure, about the critics, about what it was like carrying so much on her shoulders and still making it look easy.

“It’s not easy,” she admitted quietly once, when you caught her off guard between topics. You nodded, understanding more than you could say.

There was something about her — something solid. Unshakable.

Even when she was teasing you, even when she was pretending not to be shy (but you could tell she was, a little), there was a strength to her that made you feel like you could lean against it.

And when she looked at you — really looked at you — it felt like you were the only two people in the room.

Eventually, late into the night, you ended up outside on the terrace together. The city buzzed around you — flashing lights, car horns, the dull throb of a DJ's bass line from inside — but you barely noticed. Paige had taken off her jacket and slung it over your shoulders without thinking when she noticed you shivering. The scent of her cologne clung to the fabric, something sharp and clean and a little addictive.

You glanced at her from the corner of your eye.

She was leaning against the railing, hands braced behind her, looking relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen all night. The moonlight cut across her jawline, catching the chain she wore under her shirt.

God, she was beautiful.

“So,” she said, without looking at you, “you think I’m hard to miss, huh?”

You laughed, ducking your head, cheeks burning. "I said what I said."

Paige chuckled lowly and finally turned to face you fully. And for a second — just a second — the air changed.

The way she was looking at you... it made your heart skip.

Like she was thinking about saying something.

Like she wanted to step closer.

Like maybe she wanted to kiss you.

You opened your mouth — to say what, you didn’t know — but the terrace door swung open behind you, a flood of people spilling out, breaking the spell. Paige straightened up, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets. You blinked, trying to catch your breath.

She jerked her chin toward the door. “Wanna get outta here?”

Your heart leapt into your throat.

You smiled — soft, genuine, sure.

“Lead the way.”

The car ride was quiet but thick—every glance, every slight shift of her body brushing against yours making your skin hum.

By the time you reached her hotel, your palms were damp.

She didn’t lead you by the hand, didn't rush. Just walked a step ahead, glancing back once to make sure you were following.

You were.

God, you were.

The hotel was nice, of course��Nike athletes didn’t exactly get thrown into cheap motels—but you barely registered anything except her.

The second the door clicked shut behind you, Paige moved.

No hesitation now.

She was on you in two long strides, backing you up against the wall, her mouth crashing into yours.

You gasped, the suddenness of it knocking the air from your lungs—but you clutched at her blazer, pulling her closer, needing her just as badly.

Her hands were rougher than you expected—not careless, but desperate—skimming down your sides, gripping your hips so tightly you whimpered into her mouth.

“Been thinking about this all night,” she muttered against your lips, her voice low, hoarse.

You barely had time to nod before she kissed you again, deeper this time. Her hands slid under the hem of your dress, bunching the soft fabric up around your waist.

You were already aching for her, shifting on your toes to get closer. Paige caught your movement, growling softly in the back of her throat as she pulled back just enough to look at you.

Her pupils were blown wide, jaw tight.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she rasped, almost like it hurt to say.

You flushed under the intensity of her gaze, hips rolling toward her without thinking.

“Paige—” you breathed, but it came out more like a plea than anything else.

“I got you,” she promised, her hands skimming your thighs before lifting you up like you weighed nothing. You wrapped your legs around her waist instinctively, fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of her neck.

She carried you to the bed and dropped you onto the mattress with a soft bounce, standing over you for a second to just look.

You watched her shed her blazer and toss it to the floor, leaving her in a plain white tank top tucked into those fitted slacks. Her arms flexed as she leaned down, bracing herself on either side of your body.

"You don’t even know," she murmured, nuzzling along your jawline, her voice sending shivers down your spine. "How bad I wanna take my time with you.”

You whimpered, tugging at her tank top, needing more, needing everything.

She kissed you again—rougher now, teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue sweeping into your mouth like she owned you. And maybe she did, in that moment.

Her hands dragged your dress up higher, fingers hooking into your underwear, pulling them down slow enough to make you squirm.

When she finally touched you—fingers running through your folds with a reverent kind of hunger—you gasped, hips arching off the bed.

“So wet for me already,” Paige whispered, pressing her forehead against yours like she needed the contact just as badly as you did. “Fuck.”

You could barely respond, too overwhelmed by the way her fingers circled your clit with maddening, precise pressure.

“You’re mine tonight,” she said, more to herself than you. “Say it.”

You whined, clutching at her shoulders. “Yours. Paige, I’m yours.”

The growl she let out was low and rough, and then she was sinking two fingers into you, stretching you deliciously, setting a rhythm that had you panting almost immediately.

It wasn’t hard exactly—but there was a roughness to it. A need she couldn't hide.

Every thrust of her fingers was firm, deliberate.

Every brush of her thumb against your clit was savoring, like she didn’t want to miss a single sound you made.

You clung to her, nails digging into her arms, thighs trembling.

“That’s it,” she murmured, lips brushing your cheek. “Let me hear you, baby.”

You couldn’t have held back if you tried.

Every moan, every gasp—you gave it all to her.

When your orgasm finally broke over you, it was devastating, ripping through you so hard you sobbed her name against her throat.

Paige didn’t stop. She slowed, sure, coaxing you through it, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead. Her free hand cradled your head like something precious.

You realized then, even through the roughness, even through the hunger—

She was savoring you.

Holding you like you were the best thing she'd ever touched.

When you finally blinked your eyes open, she was looking down at you, chest heaving, blonde hair sticking to her forehead.

“You’re unreal,” she whispered, like she still couldn’t believe you were real.

You pulled her down to you, slotting your mouth over hers in a messy, desperate kiss.

“Stay,” you whispered against her lips.

Her answer was a low, broken sound as she kicked off her shoes and climbed fully into the bed with you, wrapping you in her arms like she had no plans of letting go anytime soon.

And God—you didn’t want her to.

The first thing you felt was warmth.

Not the filtered sunlight pooling through the hotel curtains, not the heavy comforter tangled around your legs — but Paige.

Her arm was slung low over your waist, her face tucked into the crook of your neck, her steady breaths brushing your skin in a way that made you shiver even though you weren’t cold.

You shifted slightly, trying not to wake her, but her grip only tightened.

“Mmm, don't move,” she mumbled, her voice hoarse with sleep.

You smiled, the curve of it hidden against the pillow. “Sorry,” you whispered back, not sorry at all.

You let yourself relax into her, letting your fingers trace lazy patterns across the bare skin of her forearm. She was all long limbs and quiet strength, wrapped around you like you belonged there. Like you always had.

For a few minutes, you just stayed like that, breathing in the scent of her—a mix of clean soap, her cologne, and something purely Paige.

Eventually, Paige stirred, pressing a soft, barely-there kiss to your shoulder. “Morning,” she rasped.

You hummed, turning your head slightly to look at her.

Her blonde hair was a mess, sticking out at odd angles, and there was a faint imprint of the pillowcase across her cheek.

She was beautiful. Unfairly beautiful.

“Morning,” you whispered back, unable to stop the way your hand reached up to smooth her hair down.

She caught your wrist gently, pressing a kiss to the inside of it before nuzzling your hand. The gesture made your chest ache in a way you hadn’t expected.

Neither of you moved to get up.

There was no rush, no pressure.

Just the slow, steady unfurling of something that felt a lot like home.

After a while, Paige stretched, groaning low in her throat. "I'm starving."

You laughed softly. “Big athlete like you? No way.”

She opened one eye to glare at you playfully, then buried her face in your neck again. “Gimme five more minutes to be a clingy loser, then I'll order us something.”

Your heart squeezed.

You tilted your head, letting her have more access to your skin, feeling her grin against you.

True to her word, a few minutes later she finally reached over, fumbling for the room phone. You stayed curled against her side, tracing the line of her hipbone under the sheets.

She ordered with a raspy, just-woke-up voice that made you smile into the mattress.

“Yeah, can we get... pancakes, eggs, bacon... orange juice... coffee—lots of coffee…” She glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. "Anything you want?"

You shook your head, too content to even think about food.

"Make it double,” she said into the phone before hanging up and tossing it back onto the nightstand.

She turned back to you, resting her chin on your shoulder. “How you feeling?” she asked, her voice low and careful now, like she didn’t want to scare you off.

You smiled, brushing your nose against hers. “Like I don't wanna move.”

Paige chuckled, her fingers skimming your side under the sheets. “Good.”

For a while, you just talked.

About anything.

Everything.

Football. Basketball. Travel.

How you missed your mom's cooking. How she missed Minnesota/Connecticut winters even though she’d never admit it.

“You think you’ll like Dallas?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Paige shrugged, playing with a loose thread on the pillowcase. “It’s different. But... I dunno. It feels like a start, y’know?”

You nodded, understanding more than she probably realized. “Yeah. A new chapter.”

She met your eyes then, something unreadable flickering across her face.

“I wish we had more time,” she said quietly.

You reached up, cupping her cheek. “We have this.” You let your thumb brush the soft skin under her eye. “And we have phones. Planes. Barcelona’s just a plane ride away. Same with Texas”

Paige smiled, a little sad but mostly soft.

“I’m not good at this kinda thing,” she admitted. “Relationships. Feelings.”

You kissed the corner of her mouth, lingering there. “You’re doing fine.”

Her arms tightened around you, like she needed the reassurance just as much as you did.

When room service finally knocked, Paige groaned dramatically, burying her face in your neck again. “Don't wanna get up.”

You laughed, shoving at her gently. “Go. I'm not about to starve just because you turned into a koala.”

She grumbled under her breath but finally rolled out of bed, grabbing a robe and tossing you a sheepish grin before disappearing toward the door.

You watched her go, heart full and aching all at once.

You both knew this bubble would have to pop soon.

She had Dallas.

You had Barcelona.

Different continents. Different time zones.

But right now— right now, she was laughing in the doorway, balancing two trays of food like a clumsy waiter, and you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

You spent the morning tangled up in bed, eating pancakes with sticky fingers, passing bites back and forth, sipping coffee from the same cup.

You learned Paige liked her bacon extra crispy. She learned you had a weird obsession with mixing your syrup with butter first.

You talked about bucket lists.

Dreams.

What you were scared of.

She kissed you between bites, lazy and unhurried, like she was memorizing the taste of you.

And when it was finally time to get dressed, to face the real world again, Paige stood in front of you, holding your hands in hers, her thumbs tracing slow circles over your knuckles.

“No matter where we are,” she said, voice steady, “I’m gonna make this work.”

You believed her.

Because looking into her eyes, you realized something.

The world could pull you to opposite sides of it—but somehow, somehow, you would always find your way back.

Just like you had at the party.

Just like you would again.

You were back in Barcelona now.

Back to the grind—training, media, travel, matches—your calendar packed so tightly that your head spun most days.

But somehow, no matter how exhausted you were, no matter how many time zones separated you and Paige, you always made time.

Even if it was stupidly early for you.

And it was painfully late for her.

Even if it meant falling asleep with your phone still clutched in your hand because neither of you wanted to hang up first.

Tonight—or technically, this morning for you—you were curled up under your blanket, hair messy, voice thick with sleep as you blinked at your phone screen.

Paige’s face filled it.

Her hair was damp from a shower, loose over her shoulders, and she was sprawled on her bed in Dallas, wearing a baggy Wings hoodie that swallowed her whole.

It was just after 10PM for her.

It was 7AM for you.

Sunlight already spilled into your room, birds chirping outside your window.

And still—you stayed in bed just to have these few stolen moments.

“You look so cozy,” Paige teased, smiling softly.

You yawned, hiding it behind your hand. “I am. Or... I was. Before someone FaceTimed me at the crack of dawn.”

Her smirk widened. “Miss me that much, huh?”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You're the one who called me, Bueckers.”

“Details,” she said, waving her hand lazily. “Minor details.”

You laughed, pulling your blanket tighter around you, letting yourself just look at her.

God, you missed her.

Missed the weight of her body pressed against yours.

Missed the way she smelled, the way she mumbled half-asleep, the way she kissed you like you were air.

“You have no idea how many times I almost booked a flight this week,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Paige’s smile faltered, softening into something achingly tender.

“I thought about it too,” she said. “Like... what if I just showed up at your match? Sat in the front row like a stalker.”

You laughed, your chest tightening painfully. “I’d probably cry.”

Paige shifted, propping her chin on her hand. “You’d cry?”

You nodded, cheeks heating. “Yeah. And then I’d probably kiss you in front of thousands of people and destroy both of our PR teams.”

Paige chuckled, a low, warm sound that made your stomach flip. “Worth it.”

Silence stretched for a moment—not awkward, but heavy.

You bit your lip. “I miss you.”

Her face crumpled just a little, like she was trying not to let it show. “I miss you too.”

You both sat with it.

Letting it sink in.

Letting yourselves feel it.

After a long moment, Paige spoke again, her voice low and rough:

"Maybe we can figure something out.”

You blinked, heart hammering. “What do you mean?”

She hesitated, then shrugged, pretending to be casual even though her eyes betrayed her.

"I mean... it's not like we can't visit. Off days, breaks, whatever. I can fly to you. You can fly to me.”

You swallowed hard.

“You're serious?”

Paige smiled crookedly. “I’m serious about you.”

You couldn’t speak for a second, throat tight.

Instead, you reached toward the camera, fingertips brushing the screen like you could touch her through it.

“Me too,” you whispered.

Paige shifted again, leaning closer to the camera until all you could see was her face—so open, so unguarded.

"I don’t want this to be just some... one-time thing,” she said, almost fiercely. "You’re not just a night in New York to me.”

You blinked rapidly, willing the sudden sting in your eyes to go away.

You weren’t about to cry on FaceTime.

You sniffed once, laughing shakily. “Good. Because you're stuck with me now.”

Paige grinned, triumphant. “Damn right I am.”

You ended up talking for another hour—Paige lying sideways on her bed, you curled up with your pillow.

Making stupid plans.

Dreaming about meeting halfway in places like Miami or London.

Imagining what it would be like when one of you finally showed up unannounced.

When your eyes finally started to flutter shut, Paige noticed.

“Go back to sleep, pretty girl,” she whispered.

You mumbled something incoherent, already half gone.

"I'll text you when you wake up," she promised.

And you knew she would.

Because distance didn’t feel so scary when it was her.

Because somehow, despite everything, you could feel it in your bones.

This was only the beginning.

It’s been a few weeks.

Paige leaned her head against the plane window, watching the sunrise stretch itself lazily across the horizon, bleeding gold and pink over the Atlantic. She barely slept the whole flight. The anticipation made it impossible.

Barcelona.

God, she couldn’t believe she was actually doing this.

It was crazy, it was impulsive—but it felt right.

She missed you more than she even wanted to admit.

FaceTime was good. Hearing your voice, seeing your sleepy smile. It was enough to keep her breathing when the distance pressed down too hard.

But it wasn’t the same.

It wasn't even close.

And when she saw that Barcelona was playing Real Madrid—El Clásico—at home, she couldn’t stop herself.

She bought the ticket before she even texted her manager to clear the days off.

She hadn’t told you she was coming.

If she was being honest with herself, she needed to see you in your element.

On your pitch.

Where you were fearless, untouchable.

She wanted to be there. For you.

The stadium was massive.

Even pulling up in the taxi, Paige could hear the roar of the fans—Barcelona chants, drums pounding, scarves waving out of car windows.

She pulled the hoodie of her Wings sweatshirt up over her head, tugging a hat low over her eyes. Not exactly subtle, but she wasn’t trying to be seen.

A few people double-taked as she made her way through the crowd—some even pointed—but most were too focused on the match energy to recognize her. She got inside, climbed the steep stairs to her seat, and settled into the electric buzz of it all.

And then— there you were.

Down on the field, in that beautiful crimson-and-blue kit, jogging across the pitch like you owned it.

Paige’s heart damn near stopped.

You were warming up with your teammates, tying your hair back into a messy ponytail, a grin flashing across your face when one of the other players bumped your shoulder.

You looked radiant.

Alive.

She couldn’t take her eyes off you.

The anthem blared, the crowd roared, and the game started with an intensity that made her sit up straight immediately.

This wasn’t just a match.

It was a battle.

And you were right in the middle of it—sharp, ruthless, brilliant.

Every touch you took was confident.

Every sprint, every pass, every challenge—you played like you had something to prove.

Paige caught it—the extra fire in your movement.

Like maybe, just maybe, you could feel her there, even if you hadn’t seen her yet.

You didn’t score, not at first.

You spent the first half orchestrating play, bossing the midfield, weaving around defenders like they were standing still.

When halftime hit, Paige found herself breathless, her hands gripping her knees, adrenaline racing through her like she was the one on the pitch.

She grinned to herself.

God, she was so damn proud of you.

Second half.

The tension ratcheted higher. Madrid pressed harder. Barcelona pushed back.

And then—it happened.

A long ball over the top.

You sprinted onto it, faster than anyone else, body cutting through defenders like a blade.

One touch.

Two.

You faked the goalkeeper, shifted the ball to your weaker foot, and buried it into the far corner.

The stadium erupted.

Paige shot to her feet before she even realized it, cheering, clapping her hands above her head.

You wheeled away from the goal, arms outstretched, head tilted back in pure joy as your teammates mobbed you.

And for a second—just a second—you scanned the crowd.

Paige froze.

She knew you were looking. Searching.

Maybe hoping.

But with 60,000 people screaming, it was impossible.

You didn’t see her.

Still, she smiled so wide her cheeks hurt.

By the time the final whistle blew—Barcelona victorious—Paige felt like she’d lived a lifetime.

She stayed back as the crowd started to spill out, letting the chaos thin before she moved.

No one stopped her.

A few teenagers gawked, whispering excitedly, but she kept her head down, slipping into the private player’s entrance with the access pass she’d begged your manager to get her.

Her heart pounded harder now than it had during the whole damn game.

Down the hall.

Past security.

Closer.

And then, she saw you.

Turning the corner in your training jacket, hair damp from the post-match shower, cleats clutched in one hand.

You were laughing at something a teammate said—and then you saw her.

Everything in you stuttered to a halt.

Your eyes went wide. Your mouth parted like you were about to say something, but no sound came out.

Paige couldn’t move either.

Couldn’t breathe.

For a heartbeat, you just stared at each other across the hallway.

Crowds milling around you.

Noise blurring into nothing.

And then—slowly, carefully—you walked toward her.

Not running.

Not rushing.

Like if you moved too fast, this would shatter.

When you finally reached her, you didn’t throw yourself into her arms.

You stood there, breathing the same air, your hand finding hers in a quiet, aching link.

You squeezed first.

She squeezed back.

“You’re here,” you whispered, like you still didn’t believe it.

Paige smiled, eyes shining. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Your thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow, reverent.

Your forehead tilted forward, bumping gently into hers.

Still no kiss.

Not yet.

Just the press of your hands.

The warmth of your bodies so close but not fully touching.

The electric hum between you.

“I played harder because of you,” you said, your voice breaking a little on the edges.

Paige’s throat tightened.

“You didn’t even know I was here,” she said softly, teasing, but her heart cracked open at the way you looked at her.

“I knew," you whispered. "I always know.”

Paige squeezed your hand again, fighting the urge to pull you into her arms in front of everyone.

Instead, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your cheek for just a second too long.

“Come on,” you murmured, glancing around, the corner of your mouth lifting in a secret, knowing smile. “Let’s get outta here.”

Paige nodded, letting you lead her away, down quieter corridors, away from the cameras, the fans, the noise.

The next few days felt like stolen time.

Like Paige had somehow found a loophole in the universe—a pause button, just for the two of you.

Barcelona bloomed around them, sun-drenched and endless, and Paige drank in every second like she was dying of thirst.

You took her everywhere.

La Sagrada Familia, towering and unfinished and aching toward the sky. The colorful chaos of La Boqueria Market, where you shoved a slice of fresh mango into her mouth, laughing when the juice dribbled down her chin.

The winding streets of El Born, where Paige bought you a tiny silver bracelet from a street vendor without a second thought.

“For luck,” she said, fastening it around your wrist, her fingers lingering just a second too long.

You taught her how to order tapas without butchering the pronunciation too badly.

She taught you how to shoot paper straws into a cup from across the café table.

You won… barely.

At night, you sat on your apartment balcony with cheap wine and a shared blanket, pointing out constellations neither of you really knew the names of.

You talked about everything.

And sometimes, nothing at all.

You laughed so much Paige’s ribs hurt.

You touched without thinking—hands brushing, knees knocking, shoulders bumping.

It was easy.

It was dangerous.

Because the more time Paige spent with you, the harder it became to imagine leaving.

Two nights before her flight—Paige caught you staring at her across the table at some tiny candlelit restaurant, your gaze soft and heavy.

“What?” she said, teasing, nudging your foot under the table.

You shook your head slowly, smile tugging at your lips. “Nothing. Just... you.”

Paige’s heart clenched painfully.

She didn’t know how to survive this—how to let herself have you for only a few days at a time.

She reached across the table, weaving her fingers through yours without thinking.

You squeezed back.

No cameras.

No crowds.

Just you and her.

The last day crept up on them like a thief.

The morning was hazy, the city wrapped in a golden kind of melancholy.

Paige helped you pack a bag for your away match—pretending not to notice how your hands shook a little when you zipped it closed.

She didn’t say anything about it.

Neither did you.

Because if you said it—if you named the thing clawing at your chests—it might break you.

Instead, you walked to the small café down the street one last time.

Paige ordered for both of you now, stumbling over her Spanish but grinning proudly when you laughed and kissed her cheek.

You sat in the corner, sipping coffee, trying to memorize the exact way you looked bathed in Barcelona morning light.

The exact way you smiled at her when you thought she wasn’t looking.

The exact way your thumb kept running over the bracelet she gave you.

When it was finally time to go—when her car was idling at the curb—Paige stood in your doorway, bag slung over her shoulder, heart breaking so loudly she was sure you could hear it.

You looked up at her, standing barefoot in the tiny living room, oversized hoodie swallowing your frame.

God.

She didn’t want to leave.

You didn’t say anything.

You just walked to her slowly, wrapping your arms around her waist and burying your face in her chest.

Paige dropped her bag instantly, pulling you in tighter.

Neither of you moved.

You stayed like that, breathing each other in, memorizing the way you fit together.

Finally, you tipped your head up, blinking fast, trying to smile.

“I’m really bad at goodbyes,” you said hoarsely.

Paige cupped your jaw gently, her thumb brushing your cheek.

“Then don’t say goodbye,” she whispered. “Say ‘see you soon.’”

You laughed wetly, nodding, your forehead dropping against hers.

“See you soon,” you echoed, voice breaking.

She kissed your forehead.

Your nose.

The corner of your mouth.

Not a real kiss.

Not yet.

Because if she kissed you properly, she might not leave at all.

She stepped back slowly, hands lingering on your hips until the very last second.

You picked up her bag and shoved it into her hands with a trembling smile. “Go. Before I change my mind.”

Paige laughed, watery and wrecked.

She turned toward the door, paused.

Looked back.

You were standing there, framed by the morning light, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

“I’ll call you the second I land,” she promised.

You nodded, biting your lip.

“And I’ll be back," she added. “Whenever you’ll have me.”

“Always,” you whispered.

“Always,” she echoed.

And then she was gone.

In the taxi, Paige leaned her head back against the seat, clutching her phone to her chest.

Already counting the days until she could see you again.

Already planning the next flight.

Because this—whatever this was—wasn’t temporary.

It wasn’t borrowed time.

It was the start of something real.

Something worth every mile.

Every ache.

Every single second apart.

Paige wiped sweat from her forehead with the hem of her jersey, trying to catch her breath as the buzzer blared for a timeout.

Dallas was up by six, the energy in the arena electric, the fans on their feet, the court buzzing with heat and noise.

She jogged toward the huddle, grabbing a bottle of water off the scorer's table, her muscles burning, adrenaline still pumping.

The world narrowed—play calls, quick hands slapping her back, coaches barking adjustments.

Paige squeezed water into her mouth, letting it drip down her chin, tuning into the chaos around her.

Until…

A shift.

A roar of the crowd.

The sound of the fans changing—lifting—roaring for something that wasn’t happening on the court.

Confused, Paige glanced up at the Jumbotron out of instinct.

And then she saw you.

Framed perfectly on the massive screen, sitting up in one of the private suites, laughing, waving shyly as the camera zoomed in.

You were wearing one of her Wings jerseys—her jersey—the #5 stretched across your chest, your hair pulled back, cheeks pink from the attention.

Paige’s breath caught in her chest.

For a second, she didn’t move.

Couldn’t move.

The world blurred out, the timeout noise fading into static.

Just you.

God, just you.

You were here.

You were here.

The biggest, stupidest grin split across Paige’s face before she could stop it—pure, wide-open joy.

Next to her, Dijonai Carrington leaned in, bumping her shoulder playfully.

"Yo, Bueckers," she teased, laughing. "Why you cheesin’ like that, huh?"

Paige ducked her head, biting back a bigger smile, shaking her head like it was nothing.

But her heart was thundering.

Her hands were shaking.

She took another quick sip of water to hide her face, stealing another glance up at the screen where you were still sitting, waving shyly, mouthing something only she could understand.

“Proud of you.”

Paige felt like she could float out of her sneakers.

She played the rest of the quarter wired—lighter on her feet, sharper, hungrier.

Every bucket, every steal, every assist—it all crackled with the knowledge that you were somewhere up there, watching her.

For her.

And when the final buzzer sounded, sealing the win, Paige barely heard the crowd.

She barely felt the high fives, the backslaps, the chaos around her.

All she could think about was getting to you.

She threw on her warmups, tucked her hair into a low messy bun, and all but sprinted down the tunnel.

She weaved through the media scrum, ignoring the questions and the flashing cameras, heart hammering so loud she couldn’t hear anything else.

And then—at the end of the hallway—you.

Waiting.

Leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, your grin tugging at the corners of your mouth the second you spotted her.

Paige slowed to a stop in front of you, chest heaving, pulse rattling in her ears.

For a second, neither of you moved.

The tension stretched, taut and humming.

You dropped your arms, stepping forward.

Paige grabbed your face in her hands, pulling you down into her with a soft, breathless laugh.

And finally, she kissed you.

Full.

Fierce.

Desperate.

All the missed days and FaceTimes and whispered "I miss you’s" crashing into that kiss, spilling out between your mouths like something too big to hold back anymore.

You kissed her back just as hard, hands fisting in the front of her hoodie, anchoring yourself to her like you might float away otherwise.

When you finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, gasping slightly, Paige let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re actually here,” she whispered, thumb brushing your jaw.

You smiled, eyes bright. “I told you I was bad at goodbyes.”

Paige kissed you again—softer this time, lingering.

“I’m not letting you leave next time,” she murmured against your lips.

You smiled against her mouth. “Then don’t.”

And even though the world waited outside—cameras, fans, teammates—Paige didn’t care.

She had you.

And she wasn't about to let you go.

Not now.

Not ever.

[gayhornythoughts]

Alright time for my thoughts on the root of this problem. I think a lot of it is inthat USAmericans arent Insentivized to learn culturally. Knowledge is not a virtue here, its seen as a road which leads to Financial Gain. Im a USAmerican, and I do believe we as a whole are culturally insensitive fuckwits who know nothing on aversge, but I think its in-part due to values pushed on us since childhood. The whole fucking country is a cult of its own.

"You live in America!! The land of the FREE!!! All you need to care about is us!! All those pansy wimps out in places like "Europe" and.. other countries.. they dont have what we do! We have power! Education! Wealth and Pride!"

Thats what most fucking americans here are like. Its insufferable and exhausting. The reason they dont research outside this shithole is because they think that the place they live is so perfect that no one elses lives matter. The world revolves around them.

In their mind, all the information they need is on how to fit in to American society.

"Everything AMERICAN MADE is SUPERIOR to anything from ANYWHERE ELSE"

This is something you hear a lot. That American Manufacturing for one reason or another is higher quality than any other. The closest competitors you hear of here is Sweden for Furniture (IKEA brand) or Germany for anything... generally Engineered. I think the IKEA thing is more a testament to IKEA's quality and advertising prowess than anything, but that's besides the point.

I think this mindset is why so many American reactionaries state that what they see outside of the country is Wrong. We're heavily sensationalized from birth with excessive amounts of propaganda about how amazing our country is. Our flaws are almost NEVER made the focal point here unless it's via an artist or writer whose art inevitably becomes another fucking brick of fuel for the capitalist machine.

So, ive established my theory on the mindset. American propaganda and American Sensationalism are heavily ingrained into our society as a whole. Education and knowledge is seen as a tool to get more income rather than to truly learn about the world around you. So, with the majority of Americans not looking into the outside world (They live in the best place after all, why would they?), how do they learn about countries outside of their own?

Why, through movies and shows of course!!

Everything Americans know about outside their country generally comes from Television and Film. Or at least it was before smart phones got in the hands of every living human on earth.

Media depicts countried as highly stereotyped typically. Mexico universally gets The Yellow Filter and is shown almost exclusively as dusty deserts in TV and media. Old worn down roads with outdated infrastructure and watering hole towns which rely on bucket wells. France is depicted almost exclusively as Paris (the sensationalized paris mind you, not the real one. I hear its kinda shit there tbh, but im not knowledgeable on the topic). Germany and Ireland are shown as just.. alcoholics and bars everywhere. That kind of shit.

So. That somewhat explains people who are now in their mid twenties to late fourties and why this is impacting them, but what of the younger generations whose primary media has been mobile devices?

Well, Im not as confident on this as I am about the media stereotyping thought, but hear me out. I think due to the attention economy online being so intense, with advertisements being so aggressive and clickbait being so genuinely insane, why would a child reasonably go "Hm, I could watch 'I went down this Dark Tunnel and found THIS INSIDE?!?!?! NOT CLICKBAIT' but I would rather go to wikipedia and read up on the history of Brazil."

Part of why school is blamed might also fall back to presentation and teaching methods? A lot of historical teaching methods are extremely dry, and all of it is so fucking sanitized and propaganda laden that it MAKES SENSE that most people growing up here would HATE to research about the world. Most peoples favorite parts of school were the ones where they did ANYTHING BUT SPEND TIME IN CLASS!! The most tolerable classes from what I came to understand were the science classes for chemistry labs, math courses for at least building upon itself somewhat, and english for potentially having decent fiction/nonfiction to read up on.

Also, something I noticed was that Media Literacy was NOT BEING TEACHED!! People werent being taught how to extrapolate meaning from texts through most schooling, typically we were TOLD the meaning and told any other thoughts we had were wrong! This would build into the lack of analysis skills and the lack of desire to research!

Overall, really to TLDR this:

USAmericans are raised in a cult environment from the ground up Systematically. Societal views here revolve around individual potential for the raise of capital. Knowledge is not seen as inherently valuable, rather being a method for obtaining financial gain. Alongside this, our schooling system primes students to Not Question Anything They're Shown, spoonfeeding us propaganda in our history courses as well as in our English courses. Besides the propaganda, the teaching methodologies provide answers without room for flexibility or personal interpretations which inhibits the development of curiosity and the desire to learn about the world. Due to this lack of curiosity, the Average USAmerican only absorbs any information from the world via media which typically presents heavily flanderized and stereotyped. While the aversge person could learn, they have no Drive to due to a mix of propaganda and lack of attention span.

im american and i knew that like in kindergarten so i think some of you are just stupid sorry

[avaredava]

Safe word?

Master list's

⯌Sum

You said your safe word and boy does the jjk men freak out.

Satoru Gojo

That man was plunging into you, talking about his day not exactly paying attention to you. It wasn't bad or anything it was a bit weird though because the angrier he got the more rough.

"And this stupid fucking-" thrust "higher up keeps being a total-" thrust "bitches."

It was starting to hurt but seeing the annoyed look in Satorus eye just made you feel bad. So you stayed silent.

But the fact that he also wasn't really giving a shit, just talking about the people he hates and being kinda oblivious to what's happening makes your stomach and heart hurt and not in the good, orgasmic way.

Sex is supposed to be loveable, and sacred not something for fun. Yeah, people might not agree but that's how you and Satoru were.

You start to cry, again, scared of the beast that's plunging into like you're just a pocket pussy. And fuck he takes it the wrong way.

He started pounding faster.

"Stupid fucking slut, you always want more, nothing else. Whore."

The fact that's the only thing he's really said to you the whole time, and it was a mean thing, you just start to sob and a cracked up safe word comes out.

He pulls out instantly. He was checking your face and body, then something truely shook him to his core his the bit of blood on his cock.

"Fuck baby, I'm so, so sorry." And what really made him gasp was when you flinched away when he tried to touch you.

"Listen do you want anything? Maybe a hot bath and a massage or cuddles? If you don't want me here I understand, I would either so-"

You giggle at his rambling and a bit of pressure comes off his chest but he's still extremely stressed and worried. But it's for you this time.

"Maybe a bath and you in it for cuddles..."

You never seen that man run that fast. And just because he accidentally hurt you, you knew he's never gonna do something that ever again. The fear in his eyes? That made you know he loves you to the very deep of his heart.

After all, you're his girl.

Nanami Kento

Nanami Kento is never rough. That man is scared to break you with one touch. He treats you like a porcelain doll. Hence the nickname doll he has for you.

He treats you like an absolute princess, no queen. And the sex is even better, constantly checking in and out with you.

It's so intimate.

And you love every god damn second. He touches you in places you wouldn't know felt good.

You're ovulating right now and he has a long ass work trip. And you have bad ovulations and Nanami always takes care of you.

But since he was leaving soon you couldn't have him for a while. So you need him now, and make sure you're well taken care of and you won't need him frequently.

So he decided to have a long ass sex session, to the point where your crying of overstimulation. But in the best way possible. So that's what he did. Or tried.

Mid sex when his thick cock was rubbing against your g-spot and slowly going to your cervix, the deep lust, loving look in his eyes made your thighs shake and breath get shallow mere seconds from sharp breathing.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as his hands were moving up and down your body as he rubbed your nipples and massaged your hips.

God this was great.

Until a ring from his boss came through. He answers and his voice was formal as his hand was wrapped around your throat gently making sure you stay quiet.

His thrusts began to become more deep, he started to kinda zone out. But it felt too good and you started have breathy moans.

And they started to get louder.

And louder...

Until he was so in his call and he needed you to shut up he wrapped his hand around your throat too hard. You started to have breathing problems but you kinda kept moaning too.

He just thought it was just you being pleasured so he wrapped his arm around tighter. And now you couldn't talk. And you started to get fucking scared. Your arms are pinned down so you couldn't move.

You choked up your safe word. But he didn't hear, and you started to panic. You started to mildly scream, and he looked down and quickly hung up and let out.

You started to have a raspy cry. He quickly pulled out and threw his phone. He quickly realized the bruising on your neck. He kissed all over your neck and when you flinched he practically threw himself back.

He pulled you on his lap and bounced you on it. "You're on sex ban Nanami."

"Okay."

He held you so close, fuck he could live without sex but he couldn't live with out you. And he whispered that all night. Making sure you knew that. Also he did absolutely not go on that work trip. He stayed in bed with you.

He didn't give a shit about his stupid job. He gave so many stupid shits about you though.

Toji Fushiguro

Disrespect Toji? You're gonna get punished.

And you were a little shit sometimes, and you knew that. He usually just fucks you for hours. And you love it. But he realized it's not teaching you anything much so he has a new strategy.

He decided to slap that cute ass. He was repeatedly hitting just making you moan and squirm. He did some slaps as his fingers plunged his fingers in and out.

But once again you loved it. The little bit of pain and his muscular fingers massaging you g-spot over and over. So of course you were about to cum. So he edged you a bunch.

That wasn't too bad. And of course you liked it. So he took his fingers fully out and you whined. He started to slap again.

The room was dim with light and he was sitting on the edge of the bed with you're draped over his lap. And of course your ass is up.

He realized you're still moaning so he started slapping harder... And harder.

Until it was starting to sting and you began whinging. He started to slap harder because he thought you were enjoying.

You let out little ows with tears in your eyes. He laughed.

"You deserve it. Dumb bitch."

That just cracked your heart open so you let out a little broken safe work softly repeated over and over. And when he stopped you kept mumbling it.

He knew he fucked up.

When you barely reacted to him gently saying your name it took him a few seconds to look down from your face and it hit him that your ass is red and covered with deep purple bruises.

He pulled the cover over both of you. And he went under it. He was gently kissing the burning sensation covering your butt and it made you melt feeling the warmness of lips fluttering over your ass made you smile to sleep.

The next morning he was pretending like nothing happened. But you realized he also put massage oils on your ass and also massaged it, duh. It didn't hurt.

And he denied the fact that you felt small wet droplets falling on your ass when he was kissing it.

Suguru Geto

Suguru Geto was obsessed with eating you out.

So that is why he is eating you out with the fullest of the top notch pussy eating. Making out with it like he hasn't seen it in years, even though he was doing the same thing last night.

And it never gets worse. Somehow it gets better.

He's always just sucking and licking. He never goes beyond. And you don't want to go further either.

But tonight he was stressed and pissed off. And he needed something to cool down, you. Your sweet pussy, it just relaxes him.

And of course you allow it.

So now he has your knees pinned to your breasts being held down as his tongue quickly moves up and down your folds. Then in between. Basically everywhere.

That man couldn't get enough of your taste. But something weird was happening. It isn't that he's not enjoying it, but it wasn't as sensual as he usually is.

But it still feels good and he is stressed so you let it happen. But unfortunately he gets to rough.

He starts biting.

It was innocent nips and then harsh sucks on your clit, so it felt good. But then he started actually biting, especially right at your sensitive nub. You start whimpering and crying.

"Close?" He mumbles. But it made your insides cringe. You start pulling at his hair and he loves it so he starts biting rougher, until you say your safe word before it got too bad.

He pulled away and looked down, it was a light red dusted all over your folds. Your clit was all swollen. It wasn't too bad but he could tell it was gonna get worse. So he still felt bad.

He was mumbling about how immature he is and how he can't control himself, but he was so tired he fell asleep massaging your folds with his face squished in your boobs.

This man.

_

Sukuna's from a couple weeks ago

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

I find it so interesting that time and time again Jun Wu never considered other peoples kindness and how that foiled all his plans.

Like originally he wanted Xie Lian to fall apart and break like him but Wu Ming was there to be sure he wasn’t alone and to take on all that resentment.

The man with the bamboo hat was there making sure Xie Lian remember that people can be kind.

Like even 800 years later after Jun Wu failed he tries to cause rifts for Xie Lian so that he has no one and becomes isolated and hopefully insane like him.

Except Pei Ming who would have lied and manipulated the situation doesn’t blame Xie Lian for figuring everything out, he knows it wasn’t personal and he’s able to work with him later despite Jun Wu constantly pitting them against each other.

Shi Wudu is the strongest elemental master and while he didn’t ever warm to Xie Lian, Shi Qingxuan did and they loved him for who he was. They always came to Xie Lian defence to give him backing in heaven because they were friends. (Which honestly might be why the Shi Wudu plot was revealed starting the Black Water Arc.) then even after leaving heaven and Xie Lian losing a popular gods backing. Shi Qingxuan is kind and doesn’t hold a grudge and even when they have nothing and can’t be an ally in heaven they still care about Xie Lian and help him when they are literally crippled and mortal.

Ling Wen is shrewd and could have been a very strong antagonist against Xie Lian except he was always polite and kind to her and she respects that. She has no real desire to do him harm outside of protecting herself and doesn’t really consider him an enemy in any way.

Lang Qianqiu should have turned against him and all of the heavens against too except he only wants the truth. He hears the whole story and immediately clears Xie Lians name and makes sure the heavens know it was Qi Rong so Xie Lian can’t be banished again.

He pairs Xie Lian with Quan Yizhen a god known for being confrontational and picking fights except Xie Lian was kind to him and that makes him a for lifer in Quan Yizhen’s mind he literally wouldn’t turn against him or even think about it because Xie Lian proved himself to be a good person and that’s all Quan Yizhen needs to like you.

Yushi Huang happily tried to help Xie Lian with the drought and gives him her spiritual device as a show of kindness. Then she helps him hide Banyue, helps in Tonglu and helps Hua Cheng infiltrate Heaven because she’s a kind woman who gave up her life for her people and understands Xie Lian is the same.

Jun Wu assumes this whole time that Feng Xin and Mu Qing would be resentful because that’s what happened to him with his friends except Feng Xin and Mu Qing are insane and deranged and just want Xie Lian to be their friend again so they make little disguises to help all the time and take some of the scrutiny of Xie Lian because they were there too. Feng Xin pays of Xie Lians huge debt to smooth things over for him with the other Gods. When Xie Lian is “kidnapped” they follow him to get him back immediately because hey wait that’s our friend. Jun Wu tries to bring suspicion between them by making them assume the worst about each other but Mu Qing literally takes a shackle over betrayal. Then both of them go to Mount Tonglu to protect Xie Lian and begin to mend their friendship because that’s how they roll.

And of course we have Hua Cheng who is Wu Ming that constant loyal thorn in Jun Wu’s side because through all of these events he is with Xie Lian. He offers comfort and support and insures that Xie Lian never even begins to spiral down the same dark path by helping him in every situation, acting as a buffer and a confidant and reminding Xie Lian he isn’t alone and he will be there loving Xie Lian more than Jun Wu could ever hate him.

There’s probably more instances but I just love how this all kinda plays out like yes Xie Lian is truly kind and hopeful and that’s why he’ll never fully be Bai Wuxiang anyway but other people are kind too! There is so much more to people than Jun Wu expects and that’s why his plan is foiled over and over again. Not by smarts or by fighting but by simple human kindness and compassion.

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

-god I hate western individualism so bad-

This is not the fault of "Western Individualism". This is much bigger than anything like that.

And then I'd also like to go a step further and say that-

People spread that Stranger Danger scare /so hard/ that it's infected /everything/.

This honestly isn't fully why either.

We live in a VERY hyper sexualized world now. And let it be known and understood, I'm not some prude typing this out. I'm an observer. An observer who was abused as a child. (Kinda important for explaining certain things)

So for starters, let's go back to the "Stranger Danger" times. It is true that during that era, the 90's being when it was the worst, the world was beginning to feel a lot smaller. Population sizes were increasing, more immigration was happening as well. But the news has to do what it does best. Scare people. Kids were getting online and meeting strangers on random websites. Parents didn't have much clue what was going on and when the advent of cam sites came about most of them were not for nude cam girls. They were just random people getting on jank webcams with terrible bit rates and bad resolution.

However, this was a bit of new territory for a LOT of people. It was connecting a world full of people, often times unbeknownst to a lot of parents at the time. Hell even online games like Gaia Online, IMVU, and Second Life (all of which came a bit later) were platforms that had a LOT of younger people. But there was a bigger issue at play. Prior to this point, anyone that would have been an active predator didn't just have free reign to find kids. Now they did. Not just that, but lonely and sad people who just wanted a friend often found themselves in the mix. And before anyone tries to say I'm minimizing this, let me get something VERY clear. There are a few different types of people that go after kids/young teens. Pedophiles, who have an attraction to children for a variety of reasons. Opportunists, who just take whatever they can get. And finally the Liability. This person falls under the umbrella of the Opportunist, but unlike them doesn't per se TARGET younger people because they are easier to manipulate. They kind of just go with whatever happens.

Or to put it a more clear way.

Pedophiles: (Target kids because they like kids)

Opportunists: (Target whoever they can get their hands on. If they are younger so be it)

Liabilities: (Doesn't care what age, doesn't target, goes with the flow)

Sadly, a lot of people fell into one or more of these categories. Hell one of my friends actually "fell in love with" one such liability. And the reason I know he was not one of the other two is because he never once asked her age. Nor inquired about it. But she asked him out and he said yes. Wasn't until I started digging that I found out that he was 28. And she was 14 for context. But this is WHY the Stranger Danger movement was SO LOUD for so long. Because parents were not teaching their kids how to be around adults. They also were not teaching them how to be observant, and or how to keep themselves safe.

Now skip to the late 200's early 10's. We was a bulk move away from Christianity (kind of important for this next set of points) and a HUGE boom in marketing of the idea that "Sex Sells". Because honestly, it does. No matter what people tell you it doesn't. I promise it does. Does it always? No. Depends on how you do it. Now we move to the age when porn is less looked down on, Tinder is the hot new thing. Every cool guy in a movie is literally SUAVE and covered in stupidly attractive women. That's our media for years. Now we skip to the last 15 years, and we see a massive explosion in attention grabbing culture where minors and adults alike are making videos and photos of themselves as skimpy as possible on platforms like instagram in order to get clicks and likes. With only ever needing to show more skin and be MORE promiscuous in appearance to get clicks. Mostly due to OnlyFans and Fansly taking the market by storm.

Sex is LITERALLY in our faces almost 24/7 to the point that KIDS are now speaking in Kink terms.

We have literally shot our own selves in the foot on this one.

I grew up around adults. To me, kids being around adults is just normal because it was my childhood. The difference was that my mother was an actual fucking parent and she taught me how to be aware and protect myself. I was also a bit more guarded than most my age due to what happened to me when I was quite young. But rather than saying shit like, "Stranger Danger" to me, my mother and my father and the rest of my family were like, "Look, adults aren't out to hurt you. Yes. Some will be. And some will probably try to take advantage of you. But always make sure to keep your wits about you and if you ever don't feel safe be sure you make that known. If you feel like you can't, find another adult or find law enforcement or scream at the top of your lungs. You find a way that will keep you safe. But realistically you will probably be ok most of the time. Just don't wander to places that are really secluded, and do not follow any strangers home."

Kids NEED to be around adults in order to learn how to be adults. And rather than just being a helicopter parent, teach them HOW to be safe.

However we are more in a bind than ever before, because we have sadly taught a VAST generation of youths that if adults talk to them at all, they just assume ulterior motive. And why shouldn't they? Unfettered access to the internet? An oversexualized society? Sex ads in their faces ALL THE TIME! Kink and BDSM language seeping into culture where it DOES NOT belong. And then not teaching kids what actual pedophiles are. Which is a HUGE issue in and of itself. See pedophiles target kids because they ARE kids. Often the younger they are the better because it's easy to manipulate them. Not only are they innocent but often times they LOOK like they are innocent. Pedophiles often are such because of abuse they went through. Thankfully not everyone continues the cycle, and some people are just attracted to young children that have never dealt with abuse.

Having said all of that, we have somehow convinced kids that they should never grow up. And we no long teach them how to be adults. Hell we only ever bitch about what it's like to be an adult. At which point WHY the fuck would they ever want to grow up. So we have people demanding that we consider 24 y/o's to be kids that can't consent.

Hell, I saw an 18 year old girl who was actually a secretary of business that her father used to own. She managed her money well and actually managed to get a small house, 1 bed one bath. She met a man that started working for the shop that she worked at. He was 26. She made the first move on him. I grew up with her. She was exceedingly mature. I was 19 at the time, and when I met this guy, I didn't much like him. But he was always kind to her. With modern standards, even these two TALKING to one another he would be considered "Pedo". At the time, he was still given weird glances.

All this before he even decided to be ok with them dating. But he wanted to wait until she was 20 or 21 before it was official because he was scared of what the public might think. Sure THIS CASE is one of an older guy dating a younger girl. But they are STILL together to this day. And she was mature and of legal age when she pursued him.

Even stepping away from dating, we've lot purpose as a culture. To a point where we are mostly a people of Hedonism. We seek fame. We seek pleasure. We seek self gratification. And every generation sees it in themselves. And they are so disgusted by it subconsciously, that they have not created whiplash in their own heads in order to imagine that the ONLY thing people can want in today's world is ONLY sex. Is ONLY pleasure. Add to that the media we put out of every single time there is an adult on TV with kids, 8/10 times they are a predator. There's so much that has caused this issue. And we have all collectively helped to make it worse in our own ways. Sure there are ways we can fix it, but it's going to take a number of years to do it. And the first BIG step we need to take is teaching teens how to act like and become adults.

The second step we need to take is to stop treating 18+ year olds like they are toddlers. They can literally sign up to go DIE for this country. They can vote. Used to, they could smoke. And once upon a time, they could drink. Treating legal adults like children is how we ended up with the generation that says shit like "Unalived" and "Uppies". As mid late 20 somethings. I think in which if you are around long enough, catches on. And it's annoying. Start treating adults like adults, and TEACH teens how to BE adults.

And lastly, for the love of god, help PURGE kink language from normal vernacular. I DO NOT wish to walk in a bookstore and here what looks like a 12 year old talking to his whatever calling her "A good kitten". *twitch* Shit's gross.

saw a tiktok that was making good points except it was like "if you're over 23 you shouldn't even know anyone under 20 unless they're family and it's weird if you do" and I just. have you guys ever had coworkers. students. family friends. clubs. is no one going back to school for their BA/MA/PhD. what kind of isolated world are you living in where as a 23+ year old you never interact w anyone under the age of 20. this idea that even Talking to anyone younger than you is somehow predatory is absolutely insane god I hate western individualism so bad. no your best friend ever probably shouldn't be a teenager when you're a grown ass adult but we do in fact need to be in community w people younger than us

[multicohn]

summary: isack is a big fan of singer y/n l/n.

warnings: a few hate ( not really hate ) comments, one mention about body figure ( nothing weird or anything, but i’ve seen others putting it no matter )

pairing: fem! singer! reader x isack hadjar

genre: smau, fluff, secret relationship

face claim: manon bannerman

author note: in honour of katseye’s comeback! ( this has been in my drafts for ages cause i wanted to expand the comments but for the LIFE of me could not — enjoy anyways 👍 )

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| user: oh isack hadjar you are my favourite rookie rn

user: why does every choice EAT

user: okay vcarb i see you 👀

user: might just switch teams

user: isack with ( song ) by y/n l/n? HELLO???!!

| user: he’s a big fan!

| user: really?

| user: yep! there are some eps on campos’ yt ( his old team ) and chasing the dream where he’s listening to her music

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youruser: who’s letting me cook rn?

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user: NEW MUSIC?!!?!

user: THE OUTFUTS??? GIRL HELLO

user: y/n proving that she is indeed the princess of pop

user: DO I SEE A ROYAL CONCEPT

user: okay but the last pic is so gf coded

user: THE DROUGHT IS OVER LETS FKING GO 🗣😭🔥🙏🕺😍

user: here before isack

| user: who?

| user: he’s an f1 driver who’s a big fan of her!

| user: oh

user: body tea

| user: my dream body fr

isackhadjar: so excited!

| youruser: !!!

| user: who is this random man

| user: he’s an f1 driver

| user: back off

| user: wait he’s actually kinda cute

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youruser: photodump

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user: A MAN

user: NO I THOUGHT SHE WAS WLW 😭💔

user: I CANT DO THIS

user: girl you aren’t slick

user: im actually sobbing rn

user: clutching my shirt as i bend over with tears in my eyes and sobs threatening my throat

| user: stealing this.

user: my girl never stays in one place

user: I know we’re all freaking out over her no longe evening single BUT HER CAT IS SO CUTE

| youruser: THANK YOU ( his / her ) name is ( cat name )

| user: YN BABE WHO IS THAT MAN

| user: YN PLEASE I CANT DO THIS YOU WERE MY LOSR HOPE

user: goodbye my delusions. ill miss you

user: three and five being taken by her bf and the others were probably sent to him first 💔

| user: hey so commenting is an option which you shouldn’t have done!

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user: japan?

user: i love japan

user: mv shoot?

user: F1 IS IN JAPAN? SUZUKA GP?

user: have fun!

user: so jealous!!!!!

isackhadjar: can’t wait to see you :)

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f1: a star has arrived at the paddock

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user: WHO IS THIS DIVA

user: THE OUTFIT??? OH SHE DEVOURED

user: need to know where she for her jeans from

user: need a pic of her and lewis

user: who’s this?

| user: y/n l/n! she’s a singer :)

user: just another clueless celeb 🙄

user: here’s an idea! invite people who ACTUALLY know about f1!

| user: isack hadjar is a fan of her 🧍 he probably invited her

| user: what if she is a fan of f1? what do you know about her?

| user: get my queens name out of your nasty mouth.

user: okay but who’s garage is she in?

| user: racing bulls 🙏

| user: guess we’ll have to see

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visacashapprb: admin wanted to gatekeep but got yelled out for doing so 😔

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user: SHE IS WITH RACING BULLS

user: admin please tell me if isack is still breathing

| visacashapprb: can confirm that he is

user: isack you better pull through.

| user: the points are calling his name

| user: hadjoints 🙏

user: deserved.

user: oh she’s stunning

user: her hair though 😍😍

user: admin you were fav, but you wanted to gatekeep this pic of my gf? bottom of the pyramid 🫵

| visacashapprb: NO

user: a literal angel

user: the way she’s glowing 😍😍

user: no clue who this was before, but my heart jumped out of my chest when she appeared on screen during free practice

user: isack i completely understand you.

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f1: isack hadjar scored his first ever points in f1 with a spectacular p8 👏 #f1 #formula1 #japanesegp

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user: HELL YEAH

user: FINALLY

user: deserved

user: HADJOINTS

user: the only thing that keep me interested the entire race

| user: real

user: THATS MY ROOKIE OF THE YEAR

user: y/n was in the garage and he knew that he had pull through

user: I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU ISACK

user: been a fan of him since f3! so glad to see him get points

user: ISACK WDC WHEN????

youruser: good job isack 👍

| isackhadjar: thank you y/n 🥹

| user: isack…

| user: down ASTRONOMICALLY bad ( me too )

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youruser

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youruser: mv just dropped! shoutout to racing bulls f1 driver isack hadjar aka my issy who is the inspiration behind this album. i love you so much ❤️💙🤍

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user: WHAT THE HELL????

user: dude scored points and got hard launched? isack is winning life rn

user: YN I COULD YOU BETTER

| isackhadjar: no you can’t.

| user: 🧍‍♀️

| user: LMAO

user: ISSY? SHE CALLS HIM ISSY 😭😭

thomasdriver83: very offended that i knew nothing.

| isackhadjar: 🤷‍♂️

| thomasdriver83: im going to jump you.

| sami_meguetounif: *we

isackhadjar: my beautiful girl 🫶

| youruser: my handsome boy 🫶

user: from fan to boyfriend — talk about something straight out of a movie

| isackhadjar: i took my shot and it worked!

| user: wish i had your luck

user: how long have you’s been together?

| youruser: a year now, but we’ve been friends for a while :)

| user: A YEAR

| youruser: yep. we wanted to keep things a secret which is why it’s only coming out now

| isackhadjar: it wasn’t my choice ☹️

| youruser: i’ll make it up to you 🙃

| isackhadjar: 👀

| user: OH!

isackhadjar: i love my girlfriend guys

| youruser: i love you so much

| user: OH MY SHAYLAS 😭😭😭

| user: girl you were JUST praying on yns breakup

| user: i’ve changed. they are everything to me now.

[feistyvirghoe]

ᝰ.ᐟ𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃?

🀥 ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴍᴇɴ [ʟᴏʟ] ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ! <3

🀥 ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ…ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄ ᴀʟʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ, ʙʏ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ, ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ…ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ “ᴀꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴍʏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ” ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ :) ꜱᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ

!!! pls ignore the typo in my design above lmfao…i can’t find the original to edit it so we gotta bare w it lmfao !!!

☆⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑷𝑨𝑪 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑺 ೃ🤍☁️⁀➷

ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪʟᴇ ᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ. ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴀᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ, ʀᴇʟᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄ���ᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴇ. ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ <3

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒? {the queen of pentacles wanted to pop out but she kept herself in the deck, i feel like this pile may have insecurities relating to being seen. seen for what you do or can do. i feel like you guys may not want that type of admiration.i hate saying this but i feel like you guys may have someone watching over you and i don’t feel this is good energy but i don’t wanna say it’s bad either, it just felt like something was hovering over. anyways they’re being represented by the king of swords and king of wands, but that can also be their fucking energy: intimidating! they feel very intimidating like they want to have you on edge, but then with the hermit here, hiding again, keeping yourself away from others, it could be related to you guys feeling hmm for example- you let someone in again but you’re nervous that they’re gonna be similar to this energy where it’s just like “i have control over you” and no they don’t but that’s what i’m getting. keeping yourself hidden and not being authentically you is kinda bringing you down i mean this is a reading about loving yourself more baby….

whatever the fuck that intense helicopter ass parent energy is, it has no control over you, you won’t get into trouble or be lectured just for sharing yourself with others whether that may be in your local community or online. i don’t want to upset you guys in this pile but you’re brushing this off, and i can fucking relate to this. but this clearly has something to do w a past lover or even friend, someone u were close with. i won’t get too deep into this bc this isn’t about triggering you guys but it’s hurting you deep down and you’re avoiding it, like you can handle all the other things in ur life but when it comes to this you know it’ll make you look at the reality of the entire situation. but you need to talk to yourself, all is not lost, and it’s okay to not rush and force yourself into certain situations but at some point you’re going to have to let yourself come out. it is your choice tho, and it’s okay if you don’t even want to be seen, but you don’t have to be in this melancholy state forever.}

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 ? { don’t you dare underestimate yourself or let ANYONE underestimate you. you guys are so fucking magical and probably my lil spiritual babies too, yall come off as so fucking kind dude. like i want to be around you and befriend you. i see that you’re really loved for your caring nature but yall are secure with yourself, like you know you don’t need anyone else to fucking validate your existence. maybe that shit weirds you out, watching others stress over getting validation from everywhere but from their innersleves. you guys pile is like homey, you don’t care to be around everyone or up anybodies ass 💀 i find that funny as fuck tbh (got me giggling) you just had that weirdo in the above section just making it feel hopeless and suffocating. YES! it felt fucking suffocating but you’re anything but that: that shit is not your energy and you should never claim that. deep down you guys are the intuitive sirens, the compassionate angels. yes, you may have an inner knowing that makes you see through people that’s why others may be intimidated by you. but yall see too busy on securing your bag and fixing your finances and not just fixing but really putting your all into whatever passion project/business/job that will help you feel even more set in life. (i hope im making sense guys, this is my first reading i’ve done since nov so bare w me aaaa 💕) but what i mean to say is, you know that things have been going okay but you want it to be better, and you can absolutely have that, it’s already yours, i just want you guys to stay consistent and remember who the fuck you are deeeeeeeep in your soul, no! you’re not some hateful evil bitch for speaking your mind and understanding different people povs…it’s okay! that’s the thing you guys need to let go of feeling like you have to follow the fucking crowd, the crowd that’s usually judgmental and full of sheep who are just NPC’s you’re meant for great thing and you need to fucking see it! please! (lmao i feel like this is harsh i’m sorry yall but this is what’s dropping ur confidence levels, believing that you’re only meant for that “okay” life, like no you can totally go after whatever fucking goal you have, as long as you’re patient and smart about it, nothing happens overnight but that’s okay too! the process usually is always worth it, anyways lemme stop my rant lol) do not doubt that beautiful intuition you have! NEVER! i wanna say it, or maybe that’s y’all’s guides but I FUCKING LOVE YOU! you need to hear that more often and start by saying that shit to yourself even if it feels fake. make people fucking respect you, you deserve respect and to be be seen as a king/queen! you’re powerful in your own right! it’s like many can see that but you. you are powerful baby!!!!}

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 {how u my dearest can bring this love back to yourself is by bringing back your inner child. you need to resurrect them and tell them that it’s okay to be heard. you need to let yourself be heard, children are the most outspoken honest, unbiased sweet beings on this planet and i really believe that by ignoring what you once loved as a kid, and how you were so brave and even free spirited when others didn’t bring you down, that’s the part of you that needs to come back out. i’m hearing come back out to play…you’ve been taking everything too seriously “we need you to come back out and play” let yourself embrace positivity and not see it as something everyone else can have expect for you. um no, you’re allowed to let yourself get out of that shell and enjoy the rest of the world like anyone else, no matter how far you go, or wherever life may take you, it is okay to fucking enjoy it and genuinely feel happy to be here on this earth. (idk why i’m just getting this serious energy rn, like they want you to understand this, and they mean it, that you can also live your life happily too, yes life has its challenges but even ppl who have gone through many challenges, they still allow themselves to sit there content and at peace.

another thing here is completely letting go of fear, maybe that’s an addiction itself, being fearful of what happens, bc you don’t know. but just bc we don’t know that doesn’t mean that it’s gonna be hell for the end outcome. it’s like the door is opened for you to crawl out of that cage, coming out of confinement. see in the beginning i was talking about fear, the fear of being seen and heard. let yourself be heard unapologetically, fuck what so and so gotta say. do u know them personally? no! and this goes for online interactions too, we don’t even know these people, so just keep being you, ignore the bullshit, i swear it’s like people troll others to get a rise out of the other party but you can cut the shit quick. you don’t need to entertain anything that disrupts your peace and you especially don’t need to entertain weirdos who can’t even respect you. this pile was big but i felt like it needed to be said…remember that you are fucking LOVED! YOU ARE LOVED!!!}}

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒? { yall seem fed up, like sick of something, it could just be life in general but you guys just seem so fucking sick of it. it’s like you guys want to keep going because u know that giving up isn’t really you but for some reason it’s looking good to you. i feel like you’re tired of answering to people or just not having some sort of grip on your life, like it feels a bit out of control for you. it’s like “i wanna keep going i have that inner strength in me to do this but fuck i am just tired! drained!” like you guys are tired of all these fucking challenges and weird changes happening in your life. i feel like that’s apart of the cause, bc you want more of a say in your own life. you want to make the decisions and be the leader of your own life basically being autonomous. i feel like you guys just want to show out again, to break free from the pressure of your day to day responsibilities. it’s like you’re giving and giving but how much more can you give you know. something is calling you, you’re focused on something or you just have this determination to start something for yourself or go after it and it’s like u take a step forward but then get pushed back again. “like why am i even fucking trying” you guys are just pissed…esp w the queen of wands here, hello that passionate ass energy exuding from her card, she doesn’t want to be stuck in one place, you guys want to go places, to be somewhere other than your current situation. you want change but you want that good change baby, the change that doesn’t have you stressing about what your next move shall be. you want that life but it just seems like a too good to be true type of dream…that really breaks my fucking heart (i’m relating to u guys too much omg) when i saw the five of wands behind the five of swords i just got that you guys may be in this battle with yourself, like battiling your mind and your heart. you want something to last long (i just smelt like cinnamon like that christmas scent, it smelled really good so that may mean something to someone)

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹? { 444 hehe - i feel like you guys easily attract others to you, i know this is a why you’re so loved but i feel like even lovers who have been with you like your feisty side, you guys- see you’re not dull and you’re not fucking boring, i was trying to piece this together and now i fuckin see it. idk if people admit this to you guys but your just coming off as hot shit. like even if they don’t like you they can’t look away from you. you have this aura to you where you embrace both your yin and yang, your feminine and masculine, that can even intimidate or scare away men lmao. baby you just seem really charming but very selective with who you let get close to you, within your close circle. i keep seeing this duality with your pile. and whatever area you’re at in your life is causing you to feel like you can only be stuck in one certain image. oh yes, like you have to fit this certain view to be accepted..i hate saying it like that but it’s like you’re making yourself small to fit a dumb narrative that doesn’t even resonate with you. you’re loved for how you can balance yourself. you seem to be (okay i can’t even fucking go with this pile bc i know this is how others are seeing you but you guy’s energy is just like no, like you don’t want to hear it, maybe even rolling ur eyes at this like wtf is she even saying…that so weird. let me tell u, you guys are genuinely loved but i feel like you’re only viewing this as superficial love, like “they don’t love me for me” which is totally okay and understandable) you guys may not want to accept it but yes you know how to handle your fucking shit (you may feel like that’s total bs but no baby) people see this about you, you’re fucking magical with it, like “how tf can they do this and this and still handle everything else” but i know when you’re always in that resilient position where you have to keep your shit together it feels like bleh.. like i wish i could just not have to juggle this and this…but you seem to handle it better than most, that you still come out shining to others…(i love u) people love you. you may be annoyed w ur patience but ppl admire that about u. the juggling thing may feel like “oh another thing i have to do out of obligation not bc i actually want to do it” and that’s coming from a place of exhaustion, extreme fatigue. (allow yourself to rest and take a break please, especially when your body is telling you to, don’t ignore the signs.)

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 {breathe…remember to breathe ♡ girl/boy/theythem you better put your fucking foot down! and i am emphasizing that, yall need to wake up and take back control over your fucking life. listen to this, you finally putting your hands in the cookie jar, and that cookie jar is all yours. the opportunity is right there for you to make that comeback, to be the leader of your life again. no wonder you’re fed the fuck up, and you have a reason to be. i feel like you’re learning as you grow older to stand up for yourself more, being aware of others motives and their intentions towards you. 555 for this pile, the cards keep pointing to you starting again. whatever that may mean to you but starting over again and not giving up, this time is like a no no, they really need you to see the lasting effects of your own personal growth and that growth leads to inner strength, feeling capable enough to handle any challenge or hard thing that may cross your path. i feel like you taking that action to try again shows that you care, it may not be an immense amount of faith in your end but you’re still trying, making that first step. you’re actually believing that “hey i can do this too!” don’t focus on how anyone else is doing it, what matters is that you’re the one taking that step. you’ve been through so much shit, i see it in the cards too, when the nine of wands had shown up and then the ten of wands, you’re like back and forth with wanting to give your all and then give up…but don’t give up on yourself my love…try again for you.

block out the noise and listen to ur gosh dang heart! this is for you to try again, for you to make the first step, the next one…whatever that may be, this. is. for. you.

let yourself have fun missy pooh 💞 (regardless of genders) i feel like you guys seriously seriously seriously need to let yourselves have fun. you’re allowed to express yourself however you want. who gives a fuck about who’s watching you. idk why another thing here is while you’re enjoying life again you’re going to be attracting more people and just the energy in general of true love, i feel like that’s all you want at the end of the day, to be happy with your life, the circumstances. i know things take forever or it seems that way in the beginning. but paying close attention to the time takes away the excitement. you know when you keep watching the clock waiting and waiting for the day to be over and then it just goes by slower. let yourself be surprised along the way. embrace these new beginnings like the fool in tarot…using your discernment but then again releasing the outcome, the fear of the future. i feel like you guys should try more grounding exercises and breathing…steadying your anxiety when you feel it rising throughout your day. }

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒? { you guys seem to be very apathetic towards love in general. something about this pile is…interesting is what i’ll say, you guys seem frustrated and over it, i’ve been trying to avoid it but i wanted to say that it could be because you guys are single at the moment and if not there’s this twisted view on relationships in general but it’s mostly romantic relationships. i feel like yall are very pessimistic towards love, like the more practical ones w the “this is real life” mindset. i feel like you guys are just over it, like thinking about love makes u crash out internally. you guys have great poker faces, you act as if if you want to be left alone but then you’re jealous when you see another person happy or in a loving relationship. that sounds harsh as fuck and im sorry but that’s how it came across in the beginning, like it just annoys the fuck out of you when you even receive love advice for yourself. like rn you could be cringing idk..but goddamn baby you got a thick ass wall put up towards others. what’s causing this is definitely your stubbornness, you know you want to be loved wholeheartedly don’t play boo. i can see it lmao, yall definitely want that feeling, to actually be in it fully present either by yourself or with another person. but yeah that “leave me alone” demeanor ain’t fooling nobody. why do i feel like someone fucked up your view on love in general, like whatever happened, after that you just closed your heart off, very distant and reserved when it comes to even wanting to talk about love. you guys seem so closed off to it :( i feel like it makes some of u in this group really angry and sad, like a scary mix of frustration and rage :( }

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹? { well okay this is different but i’m getting that you guys are loved for your independence. that’s sticking out a lot, how self sufficient you are, you seem to have life planned out for yourself and if you feel u don’t, well that’s how you’re coming off to others. something about you guys, you just don’t stop, you keep going even when it’s difficult to do so. that confidence and faith you have in yourself to never give up on anything. this pile seems very action oriented and in the above section i mentioned how you’re kinda apathetic towards love so now i’m seeing here that you tend to cover that up with work. with setting goals for yourself and working working working. i know this is about love in general but for your reading you seem more annoyed with romantic love…

i keep getting this “ugh i don’t even wanna talk about this” you guys are just over that shit and this may be my shorter pile lmao…

but this is why you’re loved outside of romance, i hope some of u guys didn’t come just thinking it was only gonna be about romantic love bc no, this is just pure unconditional love in general and i can see that a lot of people admire the fuck out of you. but the thing is (woah we’re just going back and forth here haha 😅) u just come off as hard to get to know. you guys seem to be only focused on yourselves, its so fucking weird with this pile bc you guys are content with being alone and in your own bubble but then sad when you see others together. (lemme give u a hug lol) this isn’t that reading but you guys need to open yourselves up more to newer people and energies into ur life, im not saying take everyone in but not everyone is a bad evil individual. see its right there in your face, maybe you have people throwing themselves at you maybe not idk, but people see you, yes they do. but i also feel like you only want to be seen by certain people, you don’t want to engage with everyone under the sun lol. (aaa this pile is interesting pls bare w me and the back and forth its so conflicting) maybe that’s how u guys just feel in general, conflcted about love in general so you just guard your heart and mind, not rly budging. i feel like people rly love your go getter mindset, you just do it. and that’s it, you just fucking do it, (even when i started this pile i was like, are they down themselves or are they just down bc they really want to be loved deep down idk haha)}

okay i took a nap and now im back…but what i just wanted to add for this group is this. most of you seem very disciplined in your day to day life or you just have things going pretty smooth for you, like nothing is really going on (take what resonates) that’s stressing you out to the max. no i didnt see that in your cards, what i saw was you guys “no” like that’s it, its a hard no to love and being vulnerable but anything else is fine. this pile i still confusing me, i think that’s what you may do to others too, confuse them like “does pile 3 wanna talk to me or etc. or should i just leave them alone altogether” very standoffish…coming across intimidating to other ppl. i’m not gonna keep repeating myself an annoy yall but it’s not a bad trait no. nothing about this is bad at all, i just feel like this pile should try loosening up a bit. idk maybe lowering the sword some bb hehe…you guys are literally big sean’s ‘i don’t fuck w you’ song 🤣 }

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 { shadow work…it’s clear as day a lot of shadow work needs to be done. “i feel like i can’t have that” you guys need to talk to yourself or even maybe talking to a professional, but there’s something here about speaking. being vulnerable about why you feel this way in general towards love. you’re going to cry, it’s gonna fucking hurt but you need to address this. and it’s completely fine to be vulnerable and release it. holding onto this resentment is what i feel. it’s like you’re brushing this off but you can’t run from it no more especially if it’s affecting your views on love like this. hello group 3! it is OKAY! it is completely okay to want connection, to be around others and have your own tribe. to have people you call your homies hehe..you all deserve that shit. something from childhood even can be blocking u from accepting love into your life. i really feel like this has to do with something in your home or a place you called home. it could even be your mother for some. okay i’m not going to fucking dissect this too much bc everyone’s different but i can’t hide what im feeling either, talk it out baby. i feel weird even saying that pet name. repeat it to yourself “i am worthy and i deserve a love that feels like home” we gotta take that shield off baby boo…if you really want that pure unconditional love with someone, you guys will eventually have to unmask yourselves (don’t rush yourself) it’ll take time but your shadow reveals a lot to you. have you questioning your own belief system. like why do i think that way about love? where is this coming from? be patient with yourself, this isn’t a race. time is not running out, i know it feels as if everything is going by quickly but you can’t rush divine love baby. opening yourself up to trust again. to have faith in others and not second guess their actions bc of fear. i feel like it’s self-protection, like you’re doing this to protect yourself from other people who you think might hurt you. but what if they don’t love? you can think optimistically about it too.

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ᝰ.ᐟ 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 {whatever is going on in your life, it’s a big ending, well something that needs to be let go of. i feel like this pile may be clinging onto that, but you’re supposed to be surrendering to something and maybe yall are just nervous about “so if i let this go then what’s gonna happen” i feel like yall are gonna come out of this standing tall and strong though. it seems personal bc if it’s here showing up like this, the situation that needs to end is seriously fucking up your ability to move forward, like you’re in limbo and i’m sorry pile 4. you shouldn’t feel like this, i’m just getting that you guys think this is all your fault. like you’re the one to blame? but blame for what?? hmm idk..but whatever it is, you’ve just been fucking backstabbed repeatedly and you can’t take anymore of that nonsense. the cause is not being able to let it rest. walking away from this or removing yourself from something that you know is inevitable in the end. the six of wands is showing me that you won’t be coming out of this drained and defeated, but the opposite. feeling more proud of yourself for taking the initiative and saying to yourself “i’m not dealing w this shit anymore” speaking up for yourself more. you have a voice to speak. do not let anyone diminish that or try to silence you. you shouldn’t be complacent for anyone okay.}

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹? { are people jealous of yall? bc wtfff?? i’m over here ready to praise you but then it’s just silent, anyways that could mean something to some of you in this group. you seem to garner a lot of attention from others. whatever you may do in your life or your accomplishments/achievements, however you make an impact in your own personal universe, you’re noticed. (i’m just getting this jealousy wtf ew..and i was just fine)anyways that’s one of the many reasons you’re adored…you come off as a very sweet person (either you or someone around you doesn’t like this message it’s so fucking weird bc i keep being held back from even boasting about you) this is why you’re loved but other energies want to come in and say the opposite, like “this is why people are envious or jealous or whatever the fuck” (i’m sorry yall anyways) your energy is abundant babe. you guys are intuitive and emotionally intelligent, coming off as a fair person who doesn’t really let personal bias cloud their judgement. i feel like you guys know how to handle the conflict that may try to come your way. you seem to be balanced in your lives, don’t take this to heart but i feel like you guys kinda have it a bit easier than other people, like opportunities come to you swiftly. yeah you guys just seem to be blessed (but that’s fucked up saying you’re more blessed than others so i’m not implying that at all, your circumstances just seem to be a bit more beneficial and some outsiders can see that just from looking at the surface level, please remember to take what resonates with you) yeah even though people may not see it, you go through your own battles but then you don’t broadcast that to the whole world. i feel like you show people what they want to see but underneath it you’re just like anyone else…challenges and tough situations that affect you too. i guess it’s because you know how to pick your feelings back up…to keep going even when it doesn’t even feel worth it. people seem to admire your courageous nature, going into the fight head on. (do you guys even believe this for yourself? idk it’s like i’m getting this through the cards and what i’m hearing but then yall just don’t seem to be- it’s self doubt :( and it’s similar like in the above section for the cause…people don’t see that you struggle with yourself to not disrupt the balance of life..i feel like you guys stress about upsetting others or not behaving properly for ppl? i didn’t want to say it in this pile but people pleasing can be a significant issue here, remember that you don’t owe nobody shit fr! don’t let anyone gaslight or manipulate you into thinking that you owe ur life to them for something small as fuck.) you come off as knowing how to overcome most of your obstacles and challenges within your personal life, but that’s all people see on the outside as if you have to be perfectly polished or else you’d be scared of public scrutiny :( damn guys…it’s okay to not perform for other people..fuck that shit! }

ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁𝑒𝓉’𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 {you guys are not perfectly polished robots okay? for you guys to embrace more love and happiness into your heart…you gotta turn ur head away from the bs. it sounds annoying to hear this i know, but we need to face this my love. you guys have to feel your emotions and the pain that you feel. i feel like they want you to go within and stop performing (it sounds so damn harsh jeez i’m sorry guys) not everyone is going to be on your side, sometimes you need to do things alone without the input of other peoples opinions. you guys have to remember that this your life…it’s your world, your living in it. see in the beginning {the cause} i saw the tower reversed and now the tower is upright in the {how you can love yourself} i feel like that flip is you guys starting to accept that you can’t control the situation every single time, controlling the outcome and molding it how you want it. breaking down the shield you have over yourself, it’s like you were holding onto something that’s you know you should be letting go of. and loving yourself more is releasing the weight of whatever happened and letting the universe do its thing. why do i feel like this has to do w your image, especially in the section before this, like you even have some sort of control on how people see you so no one can really get to know you beneath the surface. i feel like you guys don’t want anyone to see this hurt individual inside but that’s something you shouldn’t be ashamed of…why are u ashamed of your heartbreak? that is completely valid to feel the way you feel and those people who make fun of you for being vulnerable, they need to go, or at least talk to them bc that’s not how real relationships/friendships work. see i was getting that jealousy but why are they jealous when they don’t even know what the fuck you’re going through at night when you’re all alone w your thoughts :( another message is to not give up on your dreams, whatever it is that you’ve been wanting to manifest and bring into your life. especially not giving up on your self growth too, you’re still learning along the way…you don’t have to have everything figured out bc you see everyone else “put together” when in reality a lot of people are just faking it. (i hope my messages made sense, i felt like i was all over the place im sorry guys :( ) in the end you guys need to put you first. forget everything else and go pamper yourself. whatever makes you feel comfortable and safe.}

*shy wave* hey lol…hope u all got something from this..the reading was interesting but i hope yall don’t think im mean omg…that’s just how the messages were coming through

i think spirit is just frustrated w us not believing in ourselves and seeing ourselves as the magical beings we are but idk lol

i have no set schedule and i’m just gonna post when i can, i love u all and thank u for taking the time to even read this, much love <333

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don’t be scared I LOVE tags they’re so fun

anyhoowwww

fav color has been, is, and always will be, red. yes maybe it has something to do with my fav turtle….

last song… PILOT by Tyler, The Creator. I bet 90% of the time my last listened to song would be smth by Tyler

currently reading? Uh a lot. But actual irl bookwise I’m rereading The Overthrow by Kenneth Opal (holy shit guys you do NOT know how much I low-key hate Esta and am secretly rooting for Seth n Petra to get together.. don’t like her at all in the first book, but in Hatch she’s pretty cool. She def peaks in Thrive tho. Fav character has to be Seth….. shut up I’m not basic he just has an insane amount of trauma and I love that. Also another male fav character I’m hitting with the transmasc beam) ……..erm anyway fanficwise it’s Memories Mar My Mind and like…. I have a complex relationship with it. On one hand idk bad parent splinter is NOT up my alley at all, I’m def either a neutral/good parent splinter truther? But damn it executes bad parent splinter well. Also don’t like the whole “raph raised them when he was 3 seconds old” trope but that’s kinda the whole point of the fanfic. So. Can’t really say I hate it and all it stands for (I don’t btw) when I read all 35k words. It’s also already kiiiind of an AU since it changes the ages and designs? So technically it could just deviate form canon a whole bunch…… TLDR I don’t like the tropes a whole lot, but it executes raph angst pretty well and I like the dynamics.

currently watching- rewatching rottmnt, deathnote, Powerpuff girls, and watching I saw the tv glow. Last one made me cry man fuck

currently craving- gahahshdjejwmwkokdm these STUPIDLY GOOD empanadas from STUPID downtown. They’re hella fucking expensive bc it’s downtown but like those empanadas are so good. Don’t even care what the filling is atp I just need one </3

coffee or tea- I despise coffee with every molecule in my body. Blech. Bitter. So out of spite I’ll choose tea even tho I’m not super big on that either…. Like nova said it encompasses bubble tea, right?

anyhoowwwwwww let’s seeeee @faydoodlez bc I should tag you in more stuff, you’re a super sweet moot <3 and @av0cadot0ast44 bc I love youuuu <3 also @scringleydingleydoo even though you’re a new moot. I mean the best way to get to know ppl is by talking to them, yeah?

no pressure on the tags lmao, you don’t have to tag anyone or even respond but I think y’all are cool <3 also love u nova ty for the taggggg :))))

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pairings : oscar piastri x f!norris!reader

summary : prepared to forget about everything that had happened in the past year, Aurora Norris packed her bags, ready to follow her big brother around the world. that last thing she expects is to fall for her brothers teammate.

warnings : disgusting ex, possible mature language, faceclaim: sophia birlem

beth's notes : prologue!!! i know it's only short, but the first chapter should be out soon! please bare with me, cause i'm only just getting back into writing after taking a long break.. so i know it kinda sucks🙂‍↕️ welcome to 'feels like', enjoy!

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✷ RORY'S POV. — loughborough university.

the door to the dorm building opened with the usual creak, a big gust of wind almost blowing the door shut on her as she made her way inside. fixing her hair properly before making her way up the stairs to the second floor.

she walked down the hallway, bag of shopping in hand. she'd just walked up into town to pick up a few things that her and her roommates had been needing, and decided to stop by and see her boyfriend on the way back to her dorm.

she greeted a few people that she saw in the hallway, one of them a friend from her media class, and a few others being harry's friends.

she stopped at the door of his dorm, knocking on gently with her free hand.

a grunt and some shuffling could be heard, a set of footsteps growing louder as he made his way to the door.

"rory, hey." he smiled, that lovely, toothy smile that she always loved. stepping to the side to let her in.

she reciprocated the smile, making her way into the kitchen and placing her bag of groceries down on the countertop, turning to face him.

"hey, babe, i was just passing on my way back. thought i'd pop in." she shrugged, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him.

to which he quickly responded, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist in a warm hug. he smelt of perfume, not her perfume. it was too lavender to be her perfume. she hated lavender.

she chose to ignore it, maybe it was his mothers perfume, and he hadn't washed this shirt after he went to visit her.

"i'm glad you did... i've missed you." he spoke, his voice soft and caring. but something about it didn't feel right - felt as if he'd been lying through his teeth.

"missed you too, harry." she hummed, pulling away from the hug slightly to look at him. taking in the way his hair was messed up just perfectly, making him way more attractive than should've been allowed.

though she still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off... until, there it was.

a dark purple mark sat just below his jawline.

that wasn't her. they'd barely seen each other over the last week.

"harry... what's that?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the hickey, as if it had personally offended her somehow. though, in a way, it had.

"huh?" his eyebrows furrowed, before a look of realisation and guilt spread across his face. "oh, that, max threw a ball at me, bruised my neck pretty bad."

"right... except, max has been away on a cruise all week. i don't think a bruise would've lasted that long, harry." she crossed her arms, taking a small step back, away from him, she couldn't shake the nasty feeling that spread throughout her. he hadn't... had he?

"not to mention the fact you smell like lavender."

"oh, c'mon, aurora, that's your perfume!" he exclaimed, raising his hands in defense.

"no it's not. i hate lavender. everyone knows that. you should know that." she narrowed her eyes at him, anger bubbling in her chest. she didn't want to believe it, of course she didn't, they'd been together since their first year of university. that's almost three years.

"harry. tell me the truth. how did you get that?"

"rory, i-" he sighed, looking at her, he hadn't even said it yet she knew exactly what he'd done. "i didn't mean to..."

she let out a petty laugh, though it came out as more of a scoff. "how long for?" she asked, irritation evident in her voice as she grabbed her bag.

"...about two months." he mumbled, looking down at the floor. and it was then that she realised, the signs had all been there. she'd just been too blind, blinded by his love and lies, to even see them.

god she felt so stupid.

she picked up the bag of groceries, making her way towards the door, not once looking back at him, or uttering another word.

"rory. don't do this." he pleaded, "i'm sorry, i'll make it up to you, baby. just stay."

"no, i should've seen it coming, really. god, i'm such an idiot!" she reached for the door handle, pushing it down and opening the door. turning around to him.

"we're so done." she rolled her eyes, leaving his dorm with a loud slam of the door. startling the passers by in the hallway.

it felt as though her legs couldn't carry her fast enough as she ran down the stairs and through campus, headed straight for her dorm - only to find out her best friend, slash roommate, was still at her late afternoon lecture.

a broken sob escaped her lips as she shut the door behind her, dropping the bag to the floor as she stumbled over to her bed. the wooden frame creaking as she curled up into a ball, reaching for her favourite stuffed bear and cuddling him into her chest tightly.

his name was ralph. and she got him for her fifth birthday. her and lando had spent most of the day sat in the garden trying to come up with a name for him, until they finally settled on ralph.

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that night, unable to sleep, she lay staring at the ceiling. the soft, sleeping breathes of naomi a few feet away from her and the occasional footsteps from someone walking down the hallway outside being the only sounds filling the room.

she sighed, rolling over onto her side, ralph still clutched in her arms as she closed her eyes. many, too many, thoughts circling through her mind - all of them something to do with getting revenge on harry, though.

slash his tires? no, too risky. get a new boyfriend? not impossible, but she didn't really have the energy to try.

one final idea crossed her mind... travelling with lando this summer.

it was ideal, really, she'd get to spend time with her brother - who she barely got to see due to races and other duties taking up most of his schedule. as well as getting pay back on harry, by showing him how wonderful her life is, even without him.

perfect.

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tags : @wandabillywrites @formulahoney @sweetwh0re @gabotomo @wherethezoes-at (if it didn't tag you sorry!! i lowk still don't know how to work this app properly🤗)

[fou4summer]

Loud neighbor

kim minjeong × fem!reader

synopsis: you found your new neighbor Minjeong annoying, too loud and weird, but after one night everything changed.

warnings: smut!, rough sex, strap use, kinda enemies to lovers, thats it i thinkkk

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1.8k

You hated going to work early in the morning, but at least it was peaceful. Until today.

You woke up before your alarm thanks to voices echoing through the hallway. Annoyed, you got up, opened your door just a crack, and peeked out. There was a guy with boxes, and behind him a shorter girl with brown hair and bangs.

"You can put that one there thanks!" She chirped. Way too smiley. Way too bubbly. Like it wasn’t 8AM.

You sighed and dragged yourself back inside to get dressed.

Later, as you left your apartment, you bumped into the same girl from the hall. What the hell was she doing near your place when you'd seen her way down the hall?

"Oh hi! I’m so sorry! I just wanted to give the neighbors these chocolate bars. Very tasty by the way!" Her voice was deep. Like, surprisingly deep. It didn’t match her cute, innocent face at all.

You looked down and.....yep. Chocolate bar in hand.

"I don’t need this." You grabbed it and put it back in her hand.

Her smile faltered. Just for a second. Like she was hoping to make a friend. Too bad. You didn’t talk to your neighbors unless you had to and none of them had ever irritated you like this one.

—

Work was brutal. Your boss dumped a last minute task on you, so you ended up staying late. By the time you got home, all you wanted was to lay down and pretend the day hadn’t happened.

And then? Loud music. Not just loud, it was brain melting loud. You knew exactly who it was. Storming down the hall, you pounded on her door. She opened it casually, wearing a white shirt and underwear.

“Oh hey neighbor! You still haven’t told me your name, but you show up this late? Do you maybe want that chocolate ba—”

"I, not maybe, want you to shut the fuck up and turn that shit off. Its one in the morning. Some of us actually work." You snapped. She just stood there, staring at you with those wide eyes like you hadn’t just yelled at her.

"What are you staring at freak?" You snapped.

"You look really hot like that. Can you yell at me again?" She tilted her head and stepped closer.

Your mouth fell open. What?

Then you noticed her gaze drop to your chest and you remembered. You weren’t wearing anything under your shirt.

"Stop looking weirdo!" You shouted, slapping her lightly across the face.

She recoiled instantly clutching her cheek. "O-Ow! What was that for?! I was just observi—"

You cut her off again with a shove. "Don’t make me come here again."

You turned around and walked off, but just as you reached your door, she yelled after you.

"Minjeong!"

You turned, confused.

"My name is Minjeong, Y/N!"

You rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you....Wait?

How the fuck did she know your name?

You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Actually, you couldn’t stop thinking about her. No. No, you did not like the weird neighbor who thought it was a good idea to blast Deftones at 2AM.

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The next morning, as you were leaving for work, you saw her outside the building. She was showing some comic book pages to another girl. The girl wasn’t even looking at the pages. She was looking at Minjeong. You didn’t care. You didn’t want to push her away. You didn’t hate that she was laughing with someone else.

Lies. All lies. You tried to pass by unnoticed, but she spotted you instantly.

"Y/N! Good morning!" She called out, waving excitedly.

"Morning." You kept walking, hoping that would be the end of it. It wasn’t. She followed.

"Well, we made progress. You said good morning."

"I said morning. Not good morning. If it were a good morning, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now." She laughed, like you hadn’t just insulted her again.

"Stop following me. Go back to your girlfriend."

"G-Girlfriend?! Wait—I'm confused. You mean the girl I was just talking to? She’s my childhood frie—"

"I don’t care who she is. I don’t care about you. You’re just a loser trapped in a hot body—" You slapped your hand over your mouth mid sentence. Minjeong smirked.

"Oh? What was that Y/N?" She poked your shoulder teasingly.

"Don’t touch me." You stepped onto the bus just as she waved goodbye. You flipped her off. She laughed again.

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"You guys don’t understand, shes so annoying." You ranted to your friends at lunch. "She was showing some random girl her stupid comic books and the girl was just staring at her like she was in love or something." Your friend calmly reached over and put a finger on your mouth.

"Girl....Are you sure you are not in love with her?"

"What?! Ew! With that nerd? Never." Your friends burst out laughing.

"Hey is this her?" One of them said, holding up a phone. "I think I found her insta." You looked.

Her feed was chaos. Guitars, concerts, selfies with her tongue out, comics, her friends, her band. And of course, one clip of her playing guitar absolutely shredding.

"Y/N if this is her, you are so dumb for not being in her bed right now..." Your other friend added.

"Okay you can obsess at home. I’ll send you her profile. Hopefully you keep both hands on your phone…"

"Sure—Wait what the fuck?! Don’t send me her—and excuse me?!" You shouted, your face burning as your friends cracked up.

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You took a nap after your lunch with friends. You woke up 20 minutes later sweaty and panting. You had a dream of Minjeong. Her touching you, kissing you....You couldn't take it anymore.

You clicked her profile that your friends sent you earlier and scrolled through the pictures. The video of her playing a guitar really good. You wished you were that guitar so bad that you put your hand in your underwear slowly pushing two fingers inside already. You were soaking wet....for Minjeong. Stupid loud neighbor next door that you couldn't stand. You were so close, whimpering and moaning her name when you heard a knock. You opened it standing awkwardly and then you saw her.

"You called me didn't you Y/N?" You froze at her words gulping and shaking your head.

"But when I came by to give you cookies earlier and as I was about to knock you were like 'Minjeong...please go faster, please fuck me harder!' am I wron—" You covered her mouth with your hand before pulling her inside. She laughed making you even more frustrated.

You shut the door before kissing her hungrily. You were pathetic, yet you wanted her so bad.

"Easy there..." She pulled you back by your hair as you reached for her lips again.

"Fuck p-please I need you so bad...You don't understand I don't like you but..." You didn't even know what you were saying but she crashed her lips onto yours into a heated kiss once again.

"If you didn't like me already(you did), you sure will like me after tonight. Go on do what you want." You tugged at her pants, but you felt a bulge. Did she fucking had a strap on? Did she return the cookies just to put it on? She was such a fucking freak, still you wanted her so bad. You took her sweatpants off same as she slowly did for you.

"Damn Y/N, was I that good in the dream?" She whispered against your chest as you sat in her lap. How did she even know about that? Is she a stalker or something? Who knows how long she had been staying there listening.

"I hate you so much..." You said as you lowered yourself onto her strap. You slowly began to ride her as she just stared at your face. She was so fucking weird, but it kept turning you on. You kept going until you wanted more.

"I-I can't like this..." Right after you said it she picked you up, carrying you to your bed and gently placing you on it before climbing on top.

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You didn't even know what time you were coming already, you just know she didn't stop slamming into you at an insane pace making your head spin. There were tears at the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself getting close for the who knows what time.

"I can't...I'm close again..." You mumbled, but its like you couldn't get enough of her. She wiped your tears away giving you a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you want me to stop? Is it too much?" She stopped her movement instantly even tho she was slamming into you for the past 2 hours.

"D-Don't you fucking stop p-please Minjeong..." You put your arms around her neck pulling her closer as she continued.

"I'm coming M-Minjeo—" She kissed you, caressing your face as you came all over.

You both panted before she stood up from the bed, going to drink a glass of water and returning with another glass for you. She went to shower, carrying you with her. You didn't have a bathtub, so she had to hold you around your waist so you don't fall, since your legs were shaky.

"There, all done now baby!" She smiled, kissing your head. How did she still have so much energy?

She helped you dress up before tucking you into your bed, giving you a glass of water to freshen up. She slipped in there too, wrapping her arms around you.

"Do you think you're my girlfriend so you can hold me like this huh?" You mumbled, shifting closer to her.

"Stop being grumpy already. Can I be your girlfriend then Y/N?" Her words were soft and sweet. You turned around, facing her and looking into her big brown eyes. She looked at you like she wanted you to say yes more than anything.

"Only if you stop posting guitar videos so much. You are too good at it...Girls will obsess..." You mumbled as she pulled you closer by your waist.

"Promise on my comic books!" She held her pinky out, waiting for yours. She was so childish and you didn't know how you used to hate that. It just made her so adorable.

"Keep it down..." You teased her and she snuggled even closer like she wasn't already close enough.

"Couldn't say the same to you an hour ago..." You hit her playfully and she just laughed. After some time, you both fell asleep in each others arms.

A/N: Okay yall I wanted to write for Minjeong for so long so I hope yall will like this one too!

[psyfeye]

⋆｡°✩ crawling back to you; ryomen sukuna

★°。a love so beautifully toxic, it transcends centuries

do I wanna know 1 hour ver (this is what I listened to while writing highly recommend mhm)

★°。967 words, NOT proofread, (semi) SCRAP

★°。kinda angsty ig | toxic | suggestive (smut) | f!reader

★°。note(s): this was my first time writing actual smut so forgive me if it's bad I am a smut reader not writer 💔 saw an edit of the mom and dad from how to train your dragon to hozier's cover of do I wanna know and immediately thought what that song would be like if it was about a toxic relationship so here's a scrap this was written in about 2 hours so if there's any spelling/grammar errors pls forgive me !

sukuna's steps echoed through the corridor as he made his way to his bed chambers. he knew you'd be there, you always were. it was the same routine every time. you fight, someone storms off, and then a few days go by until one of you fold and come crawling back. it was a twisted game that had continued on for centuries at this point.

he swung the door open, eyes falling upon your figure perched on the edge of his bed.

"welcome back." his voice was rough, blunt, but deep down there was a hint of something else. he felt a warmth inside of him that he'd been ignoring since the day you waltzed into his life. a comfort in knowing you were safe, that you were home. but as always, he quickly brushed the feeling off before it could settle.

"enough is enough." you murmur, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. "we can't keep doing this, sukuna." you say, the words filling the room with even more tension.

he scoffs, stepping closer as he leans down, his face just inches from your own. "how pitiful." he laughs as he takes in the way you avoid his gaze. "so how do you plan to stop this then? hm? surely you have a solution prepared if you're willing to whine about it so confidently." he says tilting his head and raising his eyebrows mockingly.

"you don't have to be an asshole." you retort, eyes narrowing with a glare as you finally meet his gaze. his smirk gets wider when he recognizes the anger in your voice.

"must we have this conversation every time?" he says, crossing his arms over his chest. his shadow looming over your sitting figure. "you say we need to stop, I agree to disagree, and guess what happens next," he leans down, gripping your chin tightly. "you almost never leave, and the few times you do," he leans in closer, lips brushing against yours, "you always return."

he closes the gap between you, his grip on your chin loosening as his hand moves to cup your cheek. his touch rough, a collapsed thumb brushing over your cheekbone. his lips molded against yours, moving in perfect tandem, as that's what they were made for.

"if this isn't what you want, why do you return?" his voice is low, he dips down kissing and nipping at your neck as he helps you undress with ease. you knew deep down you should say no, let this vicious cycle end here.

but the way his hands moved down your body, practically tearing your clothing off. the way he guided your hand to the growing bulge in his pants before slipping them off with everything else. the way he looked at you as he slowly teased the head of his cock against your entrance, it made you forget why you ever wanted to leave him in the first place.

you hated that he was right, hated the way his touch still gave you butterflies after all this time, the very thought of it made you nauseous. yet in moments like this, the only thing you could think about was his large hands roaming your body. the way his lips feel against your collarbone, his breath warming your skin.

"you will never leave me." his deep voice rumbles into the crook of your neck as his arms wrap around your waist, his hips finding their pace as he finally bottoms out inside of you. "I will make sure of it," he captures your lips in another kiss, "I will find you, no matter where you try to hide. no matter who you try to beg to save you, it's no use." he rambles on as his hips speed up their pace, a shiver running down your spine.

your nails drag down his back, moans muffled against his shoulder. his words barely register in your mind, but you can tell by his tone that it's a promise. there's no where in this world Sukuna wouldn't go to find you, to bring you back to him, where you belong.

"we're destined for each other," he continued, his voice rough as his thrusts become sloppier, "even if I hate it." he gritted out, "even if you hate it."

he leans down, resting his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your face. "let go. submit to me, like you always do." his words no longer carried that familiar sharpness to them. instead they were replaced with a small sense of vulnerability that you'd never get used to hearing. almost like he was begging, pleading with you to just listen. but his strength still loomed over you, the glare in his eyes that reassured you what he'd do if you dared to even insinuate his weakness.

he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around his cock, angling his hips so he could hit that spot you love so much. he lets out a deep moan as your back arches, his head dropping back into the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered in their rhythm. his cock twitches inside of you, a moan of satisfaction leaves your lips as he fills you up.

"mine." he murmurs, his voice low and rough as his thrusts begin to slow. he lifts his head to lock his gaze with yours, his eyes narrow, possession filling them as he speaks, "you belong to me. do not forget that." his tone was sharp, leaving no room for second guessing

"what if I don't want to belong to you?" your voice comes out in a raspy whisper, your words shaky as you struggle to catch your breath. his gaze remains locked with yours, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

"bold of you to assume you have a choice."

+ extra extra note for the baddies:

sorry I went missing, life is crazy and I'm in college so you can probably imagine. anyways I hope you enjoyed, my posts may be slow and inconsistent but I could never forget about you divas <3 this is a scrap from January (or whenever this hozier cover was trending I can't remember) so lmk if there's any crazy spelling mistakes or something also my first written post being smutty is crazy goodnight

[punksyeet]

- Heart & Sole 2 ❥

Plot: Meeting a cute guy and finding out he’s related to your best friend through marriage all in the same day sounds nerve wracking enough, right? Well, don’t hold your breath.

Warning: Mature language, hefty flirting, & fluff!

A/N: after long consideration and multiple requests, i’d like to welcome you all to my first ever mini series! i’m beyond excited to expand this plot even further and share my ideas. that being said, this chapter is a little short, but i hope you all enjoy regardless. 💗

p.s: don’t hate me for the cliffhanger. i fear i’m just a girl. 🥲

previous chapter! <3

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It’s been two days.

Two days since I fell head over heels in love with a random guy, got his number without knowing, and later found out that he’s my best friend’s brother in law.

I’d be lying if I said I’ve been able to process any of it.

At least, not with my head spinning in this damn restaurant.

“Oh, Gi!” my co-worker, Maya, calls out to me as I’m passing the hostess stand. “I just sat you table 19.”

See what I mean?

“Sounds good, thank you!” I lie through my teeth, shuffling over to my already-on-dessert table with two Shirley Temple refills.

Once I get there, I take a deep breath and set the glasses down in front of them. “Here we are. Can I get you ladies anything else?”

“No, thank you!” the couple of blonde teenage-looking girls recite in unison, before going back to taking selfies.

I give them a quick and friendly nod, before turning around and heading to my newest patron.

And, it’s not until I’m a couple feet away from the table, that I stop in my tracks.

It’s him.

The man whose beauty can be spotted from miles away - dressed in a white graphic tee, black sweatpants, white air forces, matching white socks, his classic black beanie with fluffy curls tucked underneath, and his usual jewelry on his wrist and ears.

His newest addition? An iced out chain that spells YEET hanging from his neck and glistening under the ceiling lights.

Joshua Fatu.

The same man whose full name I found out just last night, before we “accidentally” fell asleep on FaceTime.

Lord, help me!

I take a deep breath and quickly adjust the loose strands of hair surrounding my face before walking closer.

“Well look who it is,” I greet him sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips.

He looks up from the menu and, as if on cue, that gorgeous grin takes over.

“What a small world we livin’ in, huh?” he replies, his voice as deep and thick as fresh honey.

I chuckle and slide my hands into my jean pockets. “I guess so.”

He chuckles back and reaches out to stroke my side. “How’s your day been, mama?”

Fuck. Here he goes with these damn nicknames!

Calm down, Gi.

Just play it cool.

I take a deep breath from my nose before leaning into his touch. “Busy. Busy but good. You?”

He nods understandably. “Busy over here too. I kinda needed this, though.”

I tilt my head to the side in confusion. “Needed what?”

He smiles softly before resting an arm on the table. “To see you. Unexpectedly, no less. Such a nice surprise.”

I blush slightly before nodding in agreement. “Mhm, real nice.”

The sounds of silverware softly making contact with plates and soft murmurs of other patrons scattered around the restaurant take over for just a moment, before I speak up again.

“So,” I begin. “Did you come here just to be a flirt, or would you like to order anything, sir?”

He smirks before looking back at the menu. “Well, as much as I do enjoy flirting with your pretty lil self…”

His voice trails off as he scans the menu and I roll my eyes playfully.

“I’ll do a lemonade and the shrimp alfredo please, baby.”

I flash him a smile and nod, taking his menu.

“Coming right up,” I reply, and run a hand through his curls before walking away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him smile and reach into his pocket for his phone.

After stopping by the computer to enter his order and checking on a couple more of my tables, I finally reach the kitchen and immediately grab a glass.

Once it’s about three quarters of the way filled with ice, I place the glass below the fountain drink distributor and hold down the Minute Maid Original button.

As the machine releases his drink, one of my co-workers, Aaliyah, walks over and playfully nudges me.

“We flirting with customers now?” she teases, her eyebrows moving up and down.

I chuckle lightly and lean in. “Only the hotties.”

She giggles and looks back towards Josh’s table.

“Nah but forreal girl,” she begins, turning to me again after a few seconds. “Where’d you find him? I want all the details.”

I sigh dreamily, releasing the button just in time for the sweet yellow liquid to reach right below the rim of the glass. “How much time do you have?”

She nudges me again and I chuckle, reaching out to grab a bread basket.

“Alright, alright. Girl, when I tell you all it took was a couple steps into Nike. He greeted me and I immediately damn near fell to my knees when I saw him. Fast forward, I’m looking at this pair of shoes and - boom! - he spawns out of mid air again. And, get this, he fucking paid for them.”

Her jaw practically drops. “Nike?! Bitch, every time I go in there all the co-workers are either women or just down right fugly.”

We share a laugh as I playfully whack her arm.

“I can’t believe he paid for your shoes though,” she continues, now full blown puppy dog eyes on display. “You guys are so cute already!”

I smile softly, looking back at Josh and watching him tap away at his phone. “He’s super sweet, Liyah. I like him a lot.”

How is he so effortlessly gorgeous?

Especially with the way the light from his phone screen reflects on his handsome features? I just can’t get enough.

“Well,” she replies, causing me to come back down to earth and look at her once more. “I’m rooting for you two, girl. And if he even so much as looks at you the wrong way, you know who to call.”

She taps her chest when saying that last part, causing me to giggle.

We share a quick hug.

“Thank you girl,” I reply, rubbing her back before pulling away.

She smiles, grabbing a tray of piping hot food for her table off of the window. “No worries, Gigi. Now, go get your man his drink before he damn near suffocates.”

We both burst into laughter as she heads back out on the floor and I grab Josh’s things to do the same.

“Hey mama,” he greets me, as I walk back up to the table and place down his things.

“Hi love,” I reply sweetly, holding the tray vertically against my side once everything is off. “Sorry if I took a little while.”

He opens the straw to take a sip of his drink and smiles. “Nothin’ to be sorry about, princess. I don’t mind.”

I smile and look down, blushing like a maniac.

Bitch, get it together.

There’s no way you’re about to look identical to the ketchup bottle on this man’s table. At least not in front of him.

“I meant to ask,” he begins again, causing me to look back up at him. “My peoples is hosting a barbecue tonight over at my brother Sefa’s place. You should pull up.”

My heart sinks to my stomach as I stare into his hopeful eyes.

His people?

As in his family?

Already?

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play-by-play | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

summary: you can’t stop posting live updates of the civil war

warnings: avenger!reader, fox shifter!reader, comedy, chaotic dumbass reader, grumpy bucky, the team is so done with reader’s shit, mentions of bucky’s past, swearing, civil war tension?, reader is team cap, suggestive content, fluff

a/n: guess who’s back bitches!!! this isn’t a request or anything, i just wanted to write some cw!bucky x reader. i promise i’m working on all the joaquin requests🤞🏻anyways enjoy lovelies :)

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[caption: sokovia accords?? ho what?!]

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user1: lmao

user2: girl get over it🙄

user3: y’all need to be kept in check….

steverogers: y/n delete this

user4: you’re so real for this

jamesrhodes: 🤦🏿‍♂️🤦🏿‍♂️

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yourusername: throwback to that time my future husband almost killed my friends and i

tagged: @/steverogers @/samwilson @/natasharomanoff

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user5: GIRL WHAT?!

wandamaximoff: so that’s the guy you keep bringing up👀😲

user6: ho is that the winter soldier???

user7: wait a damn min—

user8: THE WINTER SOLDIER?!?!

user9: i don’t think y/n is okay…

user10: girl we been knew

steverogers: please stop calling bucky your future husband

user11: 😭😭

user12: y/n really out here tryna date cap’s brainwashed bestie from the forties

user13: honestly bucky barnes is so hot tho

samwilson: can your future husband stop leading us on a wild goose chase🙄

yourusername: that would be nice😔

user14: lmaoooooo

steverogers: please stop encouraging her, sam

user15: i’m convinced y/n was dropped on the head as a baby

yourusername: bold of you to assume i was held

user16: i—

user17: girl are you okayyyyy????

yourusername: don’t ask stupid questions

steverogers: this is why tony and i tried to get you to go to therapy🤦🏼‍♂️

natasharomanoff: when did you even have time to take these pics??

yourusername: uhhhhhhh

yourusername: so i may or may not have had time to prevent you getting shot….

natasharomanoff: …

nastasharomanoff: i hate you

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yourusername: rip peggy carter but sam and i are slaying

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user18: HELLOOOOO?????

user19: peggy carter: slayed. sam and y/n? SLAYED

user20: 😭😭

user21: OH MY GOD😭

sharoncarter: it’s what she would have wanted😔✊

yourusername: pouring one out for a legend😔✊

user22: peggy so would have wanted this!!😭

user23: omg i’m crying

user24: THIS is how i find out?!

samwilson: i would like everyone to know that cowboy hat did wonders for me

yourusername: save a horse, ride a cowboy

yourusername: except it’s more save a horse, ride a bird?

user25: y/n what😭

steverogers: i don’t even know what to say right now…

user26: rip to a real one

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steverogers: y/n…..🤦🏼‍♂️

user27: so sorry babes…..

user28: rip✊

natasharomanoff: y/n. people are dead….

user29: girl, stop simping for a literal terrorist

user30: this is not it….

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yourusername: my pookie and i have been reunited🥰❤️

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samwilson: awwww…..fuck your husband

yourusername: i’m trying….

user31: 😳😭

user32: y/n😭😭

user33: why the winter soldier kinda….

user34: frfr👀

user35: he’s a literal terrorist. what is wrong with you people!

user36: still hot🤷‍♀️

user37: convinced y/n has like a dash cam on her harness or smth bc….

steverogers: why do i even bother🙄

user38: cap’s face😭😭

user39: watched the chase on the news, you hopping onto barnes’ back to get off the building was hilarious😭

user40: omg i saw thattttt

user41: and when he just tossed her to the side after by picking her up by the scruff😭😭

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user42: awwwww

user43: why didn’t you just shift back😭😭

samwilson: deserved

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natasharomanoff: they leashed you???

jamesrhodes: saving this for blackmail purposes

user44: why do you look so happy tho😭

yourusername: saw the love of my life

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yourusername: papa y papa are fighting and my love is locked up😔

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natasharomanoff: WE TOOK YOUR PHONE??

natasharomanoff: what is this sorcery

yourusername: 🤭🤗

user45: sad day to be y/n…

user46: y/n is a child of divorce😔😭

tonystark: stop posting pictures of secure government buildings

yourusername: *bugs bunny ‘no’ gif*

user47: bucky barnes committed regicide and has murdered countless people…

user47: he deserves to be locked up

user48: wrong account to say this to babes

user49: you act like the bitch cares

user50: frrrr….y/n is horrible too

user51: she should be locked up too imo

sharoncarter: king t’challa keeps looking like he’s a second away from murdering you…

yourusername: i have that effect on people

user52: 😭😭

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tonystark: A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE

natasharomanoff: GET OFF THE FUCKING PHONE

samwilson: i hate this bitch so much….

user53: those thighs tho👀😩

user54: GIRL RUN!!!

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yourusername: abouta fight, kinda nervous👉🏻👈🏻

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user56: we really made this girl an avenger😭

steverogers: bucky would like you to stop taking pictures of him

user57: 😭😭

yourusername: tell him to talk to me to the face then, bitch

samwilson: language!

clintbarton: language!

wandamaximoff: language!

user58: you still a criminal🤷‍♀️

user59: hope you get arrested😘

user60: team whatever team ends up with y/n and bucky barnes getting married

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clintbarton: so this is why nat’s been complaining nonstop over text about you….

scottlang: great to meet you!

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samwilson: you’re insufferable🖕

user61: men doing men things: manspreading

user62: they look so done….

scottlang: oh shit, bird and scary dude are down!

user63: love how you always have time to update us😭😭

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steverogers: the least you could do is get a good pic of me….

user64: poor guy has given up trying to stop y/n😭

user65: 🎶kung fu fighting🎶

user66: 🎶those cats were fast as lightening🎶

user67: 🎶in fact it was a little bit frightening🎶

scottlang: 🎶but they fought with expert timing🎶

user68: omg hawkeye!!!

user69: why’s the spider got cap’s shield😱

user70: scarlet witch deserves to be locked up for lagos!!

natasharomanoff: i don’t know how you of all people managed to escape….

yourusername: ☺️🤗

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peterparker: big guy big guy big guy—

user71: omg ant-man?!

user72: holy shit….

user73: the duplicity of scott lang🤭

hopepym: well….that’s new

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yourusername: siberia is cold

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user74: slay queen💅

natasharomanoff: d-did you make barnes an instagram???

yourusername: had a spare phone and was bored on the flight

buckybarnes: i have never met someone who can talk as much as you…

yourusername: awwww i love you too hubby!!

user75: egypt is hot

user76: usa is room temp

peterparker: man this is better than my footage!

user77: not y/n making the WINTER SOLDIER an instagram😭😭

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user78: #rip stony 2016😔✊

user79: GIRL RIP THE AVENGERS?!

user80: avengers: 2012-2016😢

buckybarnes: i LOST my ARM

yourusername: you’d think you’d be used to it but noooooo

buckybarnes: IT WAS MY FUCKING ARM????

samwilson: the raft fucking sucks bestie

yourusername: i’m so sorry bestie

user81: i’m literally speechless rn…

user82: the winter soldier being framed WAS NOT on my 2016 bingo card😭😭

user83: frfr

user84: say sike rn

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steverogers: we’re literal fugitives y/n

user85: i-is that fucking wakanda?!?

buckybarnes: i’m not getting rid of you anytime soon am i?

yourusername: nope!

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buckybarnes: wouldn’t have it any other way, doll

user86: omg omg omg!!!!!!!!

samwilson: prettiest flower girl by the way!

user87: STOP😭😭

user88: you’re literally glowing🫶🏻

user89: congrats!!!

natasharomanoff: you see, this is an appropriate post

user90: y/n is the manifester of all manifesters…

steverogers: i can’t believe i just witnessed my best friend get married….

tonystark: lovely wedding. only critique is the groom

yourusername: 🖕

user91: 😭😭

user92: oh my god😭

steverogers: tony i swear to god—

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✮♱✮ summary: You have a tiny little secret you are hiding from Sylus. Basically you love him but you refuse to admit it and his flirtiness/banter doesn’t help. One night you just decide enough is enough.

✮♱✮ warnings: smut, nsfw, (kinda soft) sylus x fem! reader, banter, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, confessions, boxing scenes, kind of a slowburn kinda not, not much else i don’t think, sylus is beefy

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“Sylus you really need to be more careful. You are banged up really bad this time.”, you say as you are dressing his wounds. You pour a bit of disinfectant on a gash on his shoulder and he grunts. The liquid dripped down his bare chest to his abdomen. Trickles of the substance landing on his black pants. You try to focus on his wound and not him being completely shirtless in front of you.

“Sorry, I’m trying to be careful”, you say and he chuckles looking at you then to your hands.

“Don’t be sorry sweetie, it doesn’t hurt”, he smirks and you give him a side eye along with a scoof.

“You act so tough but if I didn’t help you, you would be sulking”, you say and wrap the gaze around his shoulder. You can feel the intensity of his gaze.

“Mmm probably, otherwise I would be left here like a wounded deer, with no one to take care of me”, you laugh while keeping your eyes on the gauze you are wrapping. You cut the edge of the gauze and tape down the excess. You gently pat the gauze and Sylus looks at your work.

“All done bambi, now you can recover and rest”, you smile and he pats your forehead.

“Thanks kitten, what would I do without you?”, he winks while he smiles and you roll your eyes. He is being flirty…again. This man drives you wild. You try to hide your blush as you turn away from him.

“I don’t know, you could use your evol to heal yourself. I don’t understand why you make me bandage you up and waste medical supplies when you can just heal yourself”, you question him and he looks at your eyes, then your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to see your pretty face this close”, you freeze at his words, feeling chills run down your spine. Did he just call you pretty? Impossible, you hate when he teases you like this. Sylus notices your facial expression and decides to cover his compliment with banter.

“Now your face looks uncomfortable. Are you constipated kitten?”, he asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. You swat at his shoulder and he gasps. Without realizing it you hit his wounded shoulder.

“Oh my god Sylus are you okay?”, you ask looking at his gauze wrapped wound. His hand is over it and you place your hand over his, concerned you hurt him. He chuckles and smiles.

“I’m fine, you are so easy”, he laughs and you roll your eyes. You grab the first aid kit and clean any supplies that you used. Sylus stands up to help you but you insist that you are fine. He puts his black tshirt back on and looks back at you.

“Really, thank you again for your help, for bigger wounds like this it takes longer to heal”, Sylus thanks you and you nod, putting the first aid kit back in its place in the nearby storage closet.

“No worries, but stop getting hurt so much, I may start charging you”, you joke and he chuckles while placing his hand behind his neck, following you out of the bathroom and into the living area.

“I don’t know if I should take your advice or see this as you only want to see me if I pay you. Either way, I am more than likely to be able to afford your services than to stop getting injured”, he says and your cheeks are painted a light pink at his words. What is with the flirtiness today? You are used to the nicknames and the teasing but he normally doesn’t keep going for this long. You decide to just play along.

“Don’t be so sure Mr. Onichynus, my service fees can be expensive”, you say as you grab your bag to leave. Your heart starts to race when Sylus grabs it before you can.

“Is that so?”, he says holding the bag and starts to walk towards you, slowly. You start backing up, step by step until your back meets a wall. Sylus looks down at your face, his body towering over you as you try to attach your body to the wall. He leans in closer, putting a hand beside your head to meet the wall. He is so close that one more inch your bodies would be touching. He leans down slowly and you can feel his breath on your ear and your neck. The sensation gives you goosebumps and your neck feels extremely sensitive.

“Name your price”, he says in a deep whisper and you feel like your legs are going to give out. Sylus has always had this effect on you. Everything he says, everything he does affects you. It drives you mad and you start to wonder if this is just playful banter or something else. Your body starts to feel hot and you know he heard you audibly gulp. You could almost feel the smirk he has on his face that's right next to your ear. You look up at him and you grab the bag from his hand. You try to shake off this intense feeling and move around Sylus. He could easily trap you with his arms and legs but he lets you go.

“Hmmm I’ll have to think about it, I’ll get back to you on that”, you say nervously and head towards the front door of his home. You don’t turn around to look back at Sylus and fumble with the front door knob until you finally get it open. Without a goodbye you exit through the door and rush to leave. You sprint to the first bus stop, not stopping to take a breath. What was that? Your body still feels hot and your skin is on fire. You can just imagine him gaucking right now, satisfied with his effect on you.

The bus arrives, you get on and swipe your bus card and take the nearest seat. You sit down and try to push down this hot and bothered feeling. You shake your head and look down at your phone to see you had a text from Sylus. Even seeing his name on your screen makes your heart drop, this has to stop.

Sylus: Meet me tomorrow at the boxing ring. I still owe you for today.

You pick your brain at his words and remember that he promised to help you pass your hunters training by showing you some defense moves in return for helping him so often with treating his injuries. You sigh and text him back.

You: Can we reschedule?

You wait for his response, you are unsure if you can see Sylus two days in a row. Especially after all the teasing and flirting today. Your heart can’t take it. Your thoughts put on pause when your phone buzzes.

Sylus: Sorry kitten, I have a tight schedule. See you tomorrow @ 6pm, don’t be late.

You sigh and lock your phone. No way in hell is this going to just be him showing you defense moves. You decide to do everything in your power to keep your distance from him during this training. How? You have no idea but you can’t fall into his little trap.

Once you get home you go straight to bed, thoughts of Sylus invading your mind. You toss and turn all night and you can’t sleep. Exhaustion hits you but your eyes stay wide open. Why does he have this pull on you? Why do you keep wanting to go to him? You know you shouldn’t, it would never work. Your brain and your heart have an intense battle throughout the night and you're unsure of who the winner is because you got a total of 2 hours of sleep that night.

Hearing the annoying tone of your alarm you groan. You sigh as you turn off your alarm, getting up to get ready for the day ahead. You pack your gym clothes, a long sleeve compression jacket and black leggings so your entire body stays covered. You don’t want Sylus to see you in your sports bra and small shorts, not because he will look or say anything but because you don’t want to have any effect on him whatsoever. He already flirts with you on a daily basis, you don’t want him to think you love it, even though you do.

You head to the hunters association and you get looks from everyone there. They can tell you are obviously tired and decide to let you just work on reports the whole day. You mentally thank them for the break. You type away at your computer when Tara decides to pay you a visit.

“Hey, you okay? You look exhausted”, she looks at you with concern. Her gaze is soft and attentive.

“Yeah just didn’t get much sleep last night”, you respond and she nods. She sits a coffee at your desk and gives you a small smile before walking away. You smile down at the cup and take a drink, hoping it will give you enough energy for this lesson later today.

As the day goes by, you clock out of work and head to Onichynus. You sigh as you ring the doorbell to Sylus’ home. Luke opens the door and gives you a small wave.

“Hey, you look horrible”, he says and you glare at him.

“Thanks, where is Sylus?”, you ask, walking past him and into the leader's home.

“The boss man is already in the gym warming up. He has been waiting for you”, he replies and you make your way to his at-home gym. Luke disappears down a different hallway as you enter the gym.

Sylus is already practicing with a punching bag in the corner of his enormous boxing ring. You walk into the room and he doesn’t notice you until you walk past him to make your way towards the changing room.

“You made it”, he says blatantly and you nod at him. You don’t say anything and head into the changing room to change into the outfit you packed. After changing you walk back out and onto the ring.

“Alright so what are we doing today?”, you ask him and he tilts his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t say anything and you start to feel embarrassed.

“What?”, you ask him and he shakes his head.

“Are you okay? You seem tired”, he says with an almost concerned tone. You brush it off and then come up with an excuse.

“It’s just work was exhausting, it's fine, let's do this”, you say and put on your boxing hand gloves. He nods and then notices your outfit, he coughs and clears his throat.

“Uh, aren’t you going to get hot in that? I have some shorts you can change into if you want”, he suggests and you decline his offer.

“It’s fine, let’s just get this over with”, you say and you walk opposite of him on the ring.

“Are you sure? We can do this another day if yo-“, he says but you cut him off.

“I thought you had a tight schedule, less yapping and more teaching please”, you say with an annoyed tone. You know this is unfair to Sylus and you aren’t really annoyed with him. You are annoyed with yourself because just being around him like this is making your heart pound in your chest. You are physically and mentally exhausted from thinking about him so much. The sweeter and more concerned he is, the more you will have to stay here and you want to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Okay then”, he says and walks towards you. Just focus on the training and his advice, you try to remind yourself.

“So when you are trying to defend yourself you need to think of yourself as the predator not the prey.”, he says as he looks down at you, the feeling of his gaze makes your knees weak.

“Think like a predator, you need to know your prey's weakness so you know what and how to attack. But most importantly you need to know how to defend yourself when the prey tries to counter”, he speaks firmly as he leans down to meet your eyes.

“For example, my shoulder is still healing, size up your opponent, see what could make them falter because they will be doing the same to you.”, he says, grabbing your hand gently and placing it on his wounded shoulder.

“They will be trying to hide their weakness when they go to attack, you need to find an opening and strike while also defending your own weakness”, he says looking down at your feet.

He quickly uses his leg to knock you off your feet as you land with one of his hands on your waist and the other on the back of your head, protecting your fall. You gasp in shock of the sudden movement and he smirks as he examines your features. His face is extremely close to yours as he whispers. So much for keeping a distance, you thought to yourself.

“Never let them know your weakness, that's the best defense”, he whispers, his breath hitting your neck. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, nose, and back to his eyes. That familiar heat building inside of you makes your cheeks tint a light shade of red. You push him off of you and stand back up fixing your jacket. He joins you in standing and you don’t say anything in response.

“Alright now try to attack me and then try to defend using that advice”, he says and you nod. You put your fists up next to your face and bring your elbows toward your body. After a few seconds you walk toward Sylus and throw a few punches. He dodges all of them and then once he reaches the ropes of the ring, he decides to switch to offense.

He starts to move his arms towards you, at first you dodge all of his attempts but he quickly catches you from behind. His arm is firmly holding you over your chest just above your breasts. You try to pull his arm down at first but struggle because of his strength.

“Stop struggling and think, how do you get out of this”, he says calmly and you stop your movements. Trying to focus on your movement rather than you firmly in his arms and pressed against him. You take your elbow and shove it into his abdomen, he lets go of you and you turn around and start throwing punches again.

He dodges them again, tilts down and picks you up and over his shoulder using one arm. His arm is holding you by the back of your knees.

“Your opponent now has an advantage over you, how are you going to get out, think about their weaknesses”, he says. You can feel his calloused hands through your leggings. Your mind racing about the way he was man-handling you. You push the thoughts down and decide to lightly hit his shoulder, trying not to hurt him. His hands let go of your knees and you quickly wrap your legs around the back of his neck. Putting all your weight on him so he would have to bend down so you can jump off.

“Good job, now you're thinking”, he smirks and you laugh, you smile at his praise.

“Now try to take me down”, he says and you become determined to do as he says. Sweat is now dripping off both of you from the rising heat in the room and the intensity of the training. But that can’t stop you from proving to him that you can do this.

You lunge towards him and at first he dodges your swings but you finally get a punch in that barely affects him. He puts his arms up to defend and as soon as he does you use the same trick on him as he did with you earlier. You kick his legs to knock him off his feet, he falls down and you pin him down, both of your hands on his wrists, thighs on either side of his hips to straddle him so he can’t move, He doesn’t resist and stares up at you as his chest falls up and down rapidly, matching your breathing. Sweat drips off your forehead and onto his chest but neither of you care.

“Like that?”, you finally speak and he smiles.

“Yeah, just like that”, he says somewhat out of breath. You take the opportunity to admire his jawline, his beautiful crimson eyes and sweat beads slowly sliding down his neck. Your gazes linger for a moment before you pull yourself out of your trance.

You get off of him quickly and go to grab a water bottle. You stood up really quickly and suddenly got dizzy. Your vision blurs for a second and you feel your legs turn to jello. You almost fall but a pair of arms catch you before you could hit the mat.

“Y/n are you okay?”, Sylus asks frantically and sits you down gently.

“Yeah I just got a little dizzy”, you say and he stands up to quickly grab a water bottle and a towel.

“You didn’t seem okay earlier, I should’ve been easier on you.”, he says, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle and handing it to you.

“Thanks”, you say and start to drink the water.

Sylus watches you and brings the towel to your face and starts to pat the sweat dripping down your temple. He fans your face with his hand and you watch as you continue to drink your water. His face is full of concern and worry. Was he always this caring? He has never been this concerned before. Maybe he feels guilty for pushing you but you were fine until you stood back up.

“Thanks, I think I am fine now”, you say, putting the cap back on your water and looking at him.

“Here let me help you up”, he stands up and you grab his hands. You use his arms to support you, your legs still feeling like jello.

“I’ll take you home, sit down and I’ll go grab your bag”, he says and you nod, knowing that if you try to refuse he will rebuttal.

Sylus shortly returns with your bag in hand and he helps you stand again. You feel a bit better after hydrating but still feel shaky.

“Here, hold onto my arm”, he says and guides you to his garage and toward one of his luxurious sports cars. You mentally laugh thinking of course he has multiple of them.

He opens the door for you and helps you get in. He grabs the seat belt and buckles it in for you. The action makes your heart flutter, you don’t dare to look up at him while he does. He closes the door and sprints to the other side, he puts your address into the GPS and starts the ignition.

The car ride is quiet with the occasional “how are you feeling” from Sylus and you only nod and say you feel fine. He really didn’t have to drive you back home but you couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. Does Sylus show this soft side to anyone else? He puts up this cold and intense front but he is actually very thoughtful and considerate. You ponder this the rest of the car ride until the headlights of his car meet the sign to your apartment complex.

“Let’s go, I’ll help you up”, he says unbuckling but you grab onto his arm frantically before he could get out of the car.

“Wait Sylus, really it's okay, thank you for giving me a ride”, you say and he freezes and looks down to where your hand meets his arm, You touch is gentle and goosebumps rise to his skin.

“Sorry”, you apologize and quickly remove your hand. You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag from the backseat of his car before reaching for the door handle to exit.

“Are you sure?”, he asks and this time you feel his hand grab onto yours. The feeling of his thumb slightly rubbing the top of your hand doesn’t go unnoticed. Your back is still turned to him, you haven’t turned around yet.

“I can just help you to the door, then I’ll leave”, he says and you feel it. You feel the ping in your chest, the yearn of wanting to say yes but your mind telling you to be rational and say no. Your heart wins, you turn to him and say a gentle okay.

He gets out of the car first and opens your door for you. He grabs your bag and helps out of the car. He locks your arm around his to support your somewhat still shaky body. You walk with him into the complex and make your way to your door.

“It’s right here”, you say pointing to your unit and he waits until you have put in your passcode and you step into your apartment before he says anything.

“Text me if you need anything at all. I hope you feel better, goodnight”, he says and turns around to leave before you can say anything. Your mind starts to race and before it can catch up you open your mouth.

“Sylus”, you say almost too urgently and he quickly turns around.

“What is it sweetie?”, he asks softly. His face looking for what you might say.

“W-would you.. um… stay with me?”, you ask and you can feel your heart start to race a million miles and minute. Why did you just ask him that? Why would he stay? For what reason? Before you can come up with an excuse, Sylus' body is towering over you once more.

“Is that okay?”, he asks and you slowly nod looking up at him with doe eyes. Your heartbeat doesn’t settle down, you turn around and walk into your apartment and you hear Sylus follow you and close the door behind him. What were you thinking?

“Uh, you can take a shower, I’ll find you some clothes to change into. Towels are in the cabinet”, you tell him, noticing he is still in his gym clothes and still sweaty. He nods and quickly makes his way into the bathroom.

You let out a strangled breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You make your way into your bedroom to find something that maybe sylus could wear. You could only find a pair of pajama pants that Caleb left here one time. You couldn’t find a shirt to save your life so the pants will just have to work. You hear the water turn off in the bathroom and make your way towards the door.

You knock gently, “Sylus here are some pajama pants, I couldn’t find a shirt”. Suddenly the door opens slightly and Sylus sticks his hand out for you to hand him to pants.

“It’s okay, I normally sleep without one”, he says and takes the pants from you and closes the door back to change. You aren’t going to make it through the night. You gather a pillow and a soft throw for Sylus and lay them on the sofa.

Sylus walks out of the bathroom and you have to hold yourself back from audibly gasping. The pants length is fine but they are a bit tight on him, especially around the thighs. His abdomen is toned and his chest and shoulders are broad. A few water droplets are still dripping down his skin. You avert your gaze quickly, trying not to stare. This isn’t the first time you have seen Sylus shirtless but something about him right now feels different. Shirtless in your living room and staying over. He didn’t even ask why.

“Uh, here is a blanket and a pillow, my sofa is pretty comfy.”, you smile and the edges of his lips curl into a soft smile.

“Thank you, are you feeling okay now?”, he asks. You honestly feel better, not knowing if it was the fact Sylus was staying over or if you genuinely felt okay now.

“Yes, much better.”, you smile and Sylus moves to the sofa and unfolds the blanket. He positions the pillow to one side of the sofa and lays down. You immediately see that his legs are way too long for it and hang off the edge from his knees down.

“Is that comfortable for you? I didn’t realize how small my sofa was”, you ask and he chuckles.

“It's fine kitten, go ahead and get some rest” he says, shooing you away with his hand and he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. You laugh at his playfulness and head to your room.

You lay down and your bed and close your eyes, you try not to think about the fact Sylus is just in the other room. Why did you even ask him to stay? Why did he so- willingly? Was he really comfortable on the sofa? His shoulder is injured, it can’t be comfortable for him.

You feel guilty for making Sylus scrunching up on your small couch. You get out of bed and head back to the living room. Sylus was sitting up and scrolling on his phone when you opened the door. His eyes leave his phone and meet your gaze, confusion settling on his face.

“What's wrong?” he asks, locking his phone and setting it beside him.

“Um, you can come in here, if you want”, you say shyly looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Y/n I’m fine right here, don’t worry about me”, he replies and you take a deep breath. Of course he would say that, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but honestly he wouldn’t. If anything it would give you peace of mind knowing his shoulder wasn’t hurting. You had to say the only thing that would convince him.

“I know but I- I want you to”, you say, your cheeks immediately burning and your body feels hot again. He stays quiet for a moment but slowly gets up and grabs the pillow you gave him.

You let him follow you into your bedroom. After he closes the door you watch as he walks to the other side of the bed. You get comfortable on your side and Sylus stops before simply sitting on the edge of the bed.

You know he is hesitant so you pull down some of the cover and tap the side across from you, he turns his head to your hand then meets your gaze.

“You can get comfy, I won’t bite”, you jab at him and he slightly scoffs. He lays his head gently on the pillow facing you and pulls the duvet over him slightly. Keeping his shoulders and chest exposed.

You both just look at each other for a moment in comfortable silence. He looks back and forth between your eyes and you admire his beautiful features. Before he could say anything you turned around facing your room.

“Goodnight Sylus”, you say just above a whisper, shutting your eyes. You don’t know if it was the sheer exhaustion from the previous night or sylus’ presence but you felt yourself quickly starting to drift into a slumber.

“Goodnight y/n”, he says softly and that's the last thing you heard before your dreams carried you away.

You feel a slight sensation against your cheek, it tickles almost and pulls you out of your dreamland. You gently open your eyes to see Sylus facing you. His hand placed a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks at you and his eyes widen and he quickly pulls his hand away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”, he says softly and places his hand back to his side. The room is still dark, your eyes adjusting to the lighting so you can see him. It must me the middle of the night still.

Your brain is still foggy from just waking up. You look around and see your arm slung over his waist and your body pressed closely to his.

“Am I dreaming?”, you ask him and he chuckles softly.

“No sweetie, you aren’t dreaming”, he says softly and watches you closely. You don’t pull away from him, the feeling of his skin on your making you feel comfortable and warm. Being this close to him feels right, it feels safe. At this moment you let your heart win this final battle. You know this may not work out but how could you know if you don’t try.

“Sylus”, you say softly, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft, softer than normal, they are a gentle shade crimson red in the dark lighting of your room.

“Hmmm?”, he hums and you move your arm away from him to grab his hand. He looks down at your hand holding his and back to your gaze.

“I think, I think I am falling in love with you”, you say so softly he almost doesn’t catch it.

“What?”, he asks, eyes widening like you told him the most surprising news of the century.

“Can I kiss you?”, you ask bravely. It’s all or nothing. You prepare yourself for him to get up and leave you. You wouldn’t blame him because this came out of nowhere. But not for you, you can’t deny your feelings any longer.

He stares at you for a moment and cups your cheek with his hand. You close your eyes and nuzzle into his touch, feeling his thumb slightly graze your skin softly.

Before you could open your eyes again you feel his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and light almost like touching a pillow or freshly baked bread. He tilts his head to get better access to your lips. It’s not rushed, it's gentle and the passion starts to build despite the slow pace. You move your body closer to his and place your hand on his bicep. He tilts your head closer to his as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly as his tongue traces your bottom lip, begging for entry. You invite him in and your heart melts as the kiss begins to feel more hungry and passionate.

You move your hand down his bicep to his chest and slowly drag it down his toned abdomen. He breaks the kiss once you reach halfway down his body and he grabs your hand to still it.

“Y/n”, he says breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Sylus please, I need you”, you say almost too desperately. His eyes flutter open and they stare into yours for a few seconds. He kisses you again and lets go of your hand, letting you continue to touch him. His hand goes to the strap of your nightgown and slowly pulls it down your shoulder. This does nothing but expose your shoulder but it feels so intimate. He kisses your cheek and makes his way to your jaw, peppering soft kisses until he reaches your neck.

You place your other arm around his shoulder and tangle your fingers in his hair just above the nape of his neck. You gasp as he starts to suck at a sweet spot on your neck and gently licks over it, repeating this process making his way to your bare shoulder.

“You are so beautiful”, he says against your skin and your heart flutters. Listening to his sweet words makes you feel more comfortable with him. You decide to take it a step further and place your hand over his pajama pants. You can feel his hardened member and you palm him softly and Sylus nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Y/n”, he softly moans your name and you don’t let up on your touch. You feel him slightly buck up into your hand which only makes you feel more confident in your movements. You go to tug on his pajama pants when his hand stops you quickly.

“Are you sure? I only want to do this if you want to”, he says out of breath. You have never seen this look on Sylus before. His eyes full of desire and his cheeks a shade of pink you can’t even miss with the small shine of moonlight glowing in your room.

“Yes, I trust you”, you reply and he quickly shifts your positions. Sylus moves over you and helps you lay comfortably on your back. He pulls the other strap of your nightgown down and pauses to look at you. You nod giving him the go ahead to remove it. He slowly pushes the straps down and helps you remove the nightgown entirely, leaving you in only your cotton pink panties with a little white bow. Sylus’ breath hitches and he cups your face again.

“What did I do to deserve you?”, he asks softly and leans down to kiss you again. The kiss is full of longing and lust. His hands move down to one of your breasts. He gently cups it and starts kneading it causing you to lightly arch your back. The feeling of his hands finally on you makes your arousal start to form. He moves his lips back down to your neck and then to your chest where he lightly kisses your other breast.

You gasp and whimper as he takes your nipple into his both and slightly sucks. The feeling so euphoric you feel like it isn’t real, it couldn’t be.

You reach down into his pajama pants to feel him again. The feeling of your small hand brushing against him makes him groan around your nipple. You take his shaft in your hand and slightly stroke him, precum already leaking from his tip.

He stops his torment on your chest and lays his forehead between your breasts, letting himself bask in the feeling. He moans against your skin and you stroke his hair with your other hand.

He looks up at you and takes your hand away from him. He kisses back up your chest and onto your cheek. He interlaces your fingers with his in both of his hands, laying beside your head.

“I have waited for you for so long. I want to be your world, just like how you’re mine. I love you y/n”, he says looking down at you with pure love written all over his face. You can’t help but smile at his words and you trace his cheek with your thumb, he closes his eyes at the feeling.

“Show me how much you love me Sylus”, you whisper and his right eye seems to turn to a brighter shade of red. Before you could say anything else his lips are back on yours and he tugs his pajama pants down.

“You have been my every thought, every single moment since the day we met”, he says breathlessly as he kicks his pants to the floor. You moan at his confession and you go to tug your panties down but he catches your hands first. He moves them away and he slips his fingers underneath the hem and slowly pulls them down.

He takes a moment to look at you, completely bare in front of him. You start to feel embarrassed so you close your legs a bit, but Sylus quickly opens them back up.

“Don’t hide from me, you don’t ever have to hide from me”, he says and positions himself between your legs. He tugs your waist closer to him and holds himself up with his other arm. You can feel him against you and you can’t help but thrust up to get some friction.

“Are you sure y/n?”, he asks softly before kissing you on your cheek.

“Yes, please”, you beg and he complies. He positions his tip at your entrance and slowly inches in. The feeling of him stretching you out delicious makes all the nerves in your body rapidly fire. Goosebumps raise on your skin, feeling unbelievably full of him.

You feel him gasp at first and then groan at the feeling of you enveloping him. You pulse round him and he could almost cum right then at the feeling. He finally bottoms out at the hilt and lets out a sigh.

“You okay?”he asks, cupping your cheek and you nod.

“Yes, please move Sy”, you say and he groans at the new nickname.

He slowly pulls out just to the tip and thrusts back in with a bit more force and speed. Your body arches off the bed and he catches your back with his hand. He holds you in place as he starts to move, his thrusts consistent as he finds a rhythm.

You try not to be too vocal but you can’t help it with the way he is making you feel. He is everywhere, not only all over your body but he is always on your mind. Everything has led up to this moment, every banter, every flirty comment, every gentle touch and caring thing he has ever done. You want him, not only for tonight but forever.

“You are everything, absolutely everything”, he says leaning down to pull you back into a passionate kiss. You both moan against each other's lips as you feel him pick up the pace.

You can feel every drag, every bit of him along you and it's the closest you have ever been to anyone. This isn’t just sex its pure love. Nothing and no one has made you feel this way before. You felt loved and you felt safe.

“Sylus, I’m-“, you try to warn him but his thrusts start to get more desperate and needy, cutting your thoughts off.

“I know kitten, let go. Let me feel you, please let me feel you”, he asks desperately. The feeling of him everywhere and his lustful words bring you to your climax. Your back arches, your chest flush against his. You flutter around him, milking him consistently. Your head feels light and you grab onto his back and you ride out your high.

Sylus cums soon after, working you through your orgasm set him off. You feel him unload inside you, thickness and warmth invading you and the feeling euphoric. His face is resting in the crook of your neck and his breathing is heavy. His chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You stroke his back and he slumps on top of you, beads of sweat formed on his skin.

“I should have said it sooner, and I'm sorry you had to say it first. But I love you, more than you know. Will you stay with me? Will you be mine?”, he asks looking back into your eyes. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Yes Sylus, I’ll be yours”

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a/n: hhheeeyyyyy so I know I was supposed to post my Xavier fluff first but I couldn’t help it this smut was on my mind so I had to write it first IM SORRY!

Xavier will be coming soon I promise, I won’t let my fellow Xavier girlies down <3 Also how was banner pulls for you guys? I R1d all of the guys oops :P

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a/n: this was actually inspired by when she was laying on the platform singing over now with her head off the edge, but i realised it was a stupid idea halfway through writing and gave up. this is kinda short and not great because i haven’t written in a while, i’ve been super busy and ended up hating this idea, sorry🥲

over the last few days, billie had been practicing her songs for tour around the house. obviously she’d have soundchecks, but she just wanted to make sure she had all of the songs nailed. she’d been practicing in the studio we had at home, and i often joined her just to watch.

this particular day was different though. i was watching, but her voice sounded so much whinier. she was singing the extended version of l’amour de ma vie, and i couldn’t help but need her. desperately.

my eyes stayed stuck to her before i couldn’t keep myself away for any longer. i carefully spun her chair around so that she was facing me.

“baby, what are you-“

“shhh, keep singing for me. please bils.” i cut her off with a whisper.

she looked confused for a minute, before she continued just like i’d asked her. the second i heard her voice again, i tugged at her shorts, and underwear, making her lift her hips for me. i wasted no time running my tongue through her, parting her folds. i did that a few times before focusing on her clit.

i flicked my tongue against it, before i heard her singing stop. i pulled away to look up at her.

“what did i say, baby?”

“to keep singing..” she mumbled, “please keep going.” she then whined.

“keep singing for me, and i won’t stop. yeah?”

she nodded before picking up where she’d left off in the song. my tongue found her clit again, and i let my fingers join too. i felt how wet she was first, then slowly pushed my fingers inside her. this caused her head to fall back, and her back to arch forwards.

her short breaths between words got whinier, and her words were beginning to sound half like moans. i worked faster so i could hear more of her pretty whines. her hand reached out, trying to grab mine, so i moved my free hand up and placed it in hers. she squeezed my hand tight, trying to keep herself grounded while she sung.

“you can cum when the songs done, angel.” i pulled away from her and mumbled.

i could feel her walls getting tighter around my fingers, and her moans continued to get louder. as the song came to an end, she didn’t say anything until the feeling rushed through her again.

“can i-? can i cum? please baby. i did what you asked, i finished the song, please.” she groaned and squeezed my hand again.

“cum for me, pretty girl. you sound so beautiful for me. i’ve got you billie.” i spoke against her clit.

that finished her off. her back arched again, one hand grasping the microphone she’d previously been using, the other holding mine. my movements slowed when she was coming down from her high, but i didn’t stop yet. it wasn’t long before her hips were bucking up, while also trying to move away from me. i pulled my mouth away from her, moving my hand from hers so that i could cup her face.

“you did amazing for me, my beautiful girl. i’m so proud of you. do you want to have a shower now? or i can get a cloth to clean you up and we can nap?”

“thank you, my love. can we shower?” her voice was still breathy, and her eyes drooped slightly.

“of course we can, baby.” i pressed a gentle kiss against her lips before taking her upstairs to shower.

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birthday wishes ⟢ sam. w

cw: social media au!, no hunting au!, fluff, some cursing, some suggestive content/implied smutノpairings: established sam winchester x fem!reader

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impala_67 happy birthday bitch you're getting old

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sam.winchester you're older than me but thanks jerk ↳ impala_67 @.sam.winchester at least sound a little more grateful ↳ sam.winchester @.impala_67 🙄🙄 also how did you even get that first photo of me? ↳ impala_67 @.sam.winchester ask your girlfriend ↳ sam.winchester @.yourusername want to tell me anything? ↳ yourusername @.sam.winchester nope 😁

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izzy_sanchez please 😭 how did sam even fit into that freezer in the last picture ↳ yourusername @.izzy_sanchez dean dared him a 100 bucks to get in it since he thought that sam wouldn't fit and almost got us kicked out 🙄 ↳ impala_67 @.yourusername how was i supposed to know he was going to actually do it? ↳ yourusername @.impala_67 you were taunting him all night! ↳ sam.winchester @.yourusername but i did become 100 dollars richer that night ↳ yourusername @.sam.winchester and that stunt costed your pride and the head i was going to give you after we got home

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sam.winchester thank you baby for an amazing birthday (also feat. our cat)

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bradbury101 awee this is so cute 🥹 happy birthday sam! ↳ sam.winchester @.bradbury101 thank you charile 💛

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yourusername you're so very welcome baby <33 did you like all of your presents? ↳ sam.winchester @.yourusername yes, yes i did! thank you again love ↳ yourusername @.sam.winchester you still have one more to open though ↳ sam.winchester @.yourusername where is it, i didn't see it ↳ yourusername @.sam.winchester it's me, go into the bedroom ↳ impala_67 @.sam.winchester @.yourusername you guys know this is a public platform right...

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a/n: RAHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM WINCHESTER!! its been a hot minute since i've made a smau so i would have done more posts but i have no other ideas bc it feels redundant to a lot of hbd posts for sam lol. oh also the izzy_sanchez user is my dear friend who got me into spn so i needed to honor her <3 but i hope you guys enjoyed this smau!!