#janae reblogs

[cutejk123]

Rosie is so PRETTY 😍, I love her

*wants to gently hold her in my hands*

I love both🌸🌹

[vorasit]

— tienda de segunda: tiny treasures. “¿Crees que si le digo su carta astral a un lobo, se anime a confesarme que lo es?” Con un gesto divertido sobre sus labios, se giró hacia la silueta que notó a su lado y lanzó la pregunta. Era gracioso, porque ni siquiera conocía la propia; lo poco que sabía sobre el tema lo había escuchado alguna vez de su mejor amiga y... no podía presumir que recordaba los detalles. En su diestra llevaba un libro de astrología que no imaginó encontrar, pero que ahora agradecía tener. De allí había tomado el término recién utilizado. “¿O prefieres ser tú mi primer cliente? Puedo hacerte un descuento especial por llevarte el título.”

[delicatebluebirdruins]

being a multishipper is hell

[plumsaffron]

Hello Dear,

We hope you get my message while you're doing well. We, (Najwa, Jana, Farah, and Maryam), the sisters of Khalid Ash-Shawwah, who was martyred on 07/31/24 along with Al Jazeera correspondent Ismail Al-Ghoul.

Before the IDF killed our only brother Khalid, they forced us to evacuate our house and leave everything behind. They then destroyed our house and our father’s restaurant. We had to move at least 10 times since every new area we seek refuge to gets destroyed by the IDF.

We have created a campaign to help ourselves and our parents get the basic needs of food, drink, etc. Our campaign is vetted by @olagaza @tahseenkhazen, @determinate-negation and @northgazaupdates.

All of what we are asking of you is to please donate if you can and reblog the pinned post on our page https://www.tumblr.com/khalid-sisters/760119846412353536/help-khalid-sisters-in-gaza-not-to-be-homeless?source=share

Please take a look at our GoFundMe donate and share with others: https://www.gofundme.com/f/khalid-little-sisters-in-gaza-not-be-homeless

By sharing and donating, you are helping us survive the ravages of famine and genocide. You will give us hope to rebuild our home, and reclaim some of the life which was stolen from us.

We would also be very grateful if you could follow us to stay updated. We are waiting for your response. Thanks in advance for your kindness and support.

Sincerely,

Najwa, Jana, Farah, and Maryam

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[cutejk123]

Wow 😒- James is a true tsundare

james always cracks me up so much everyone is so excited and he could not give less of a shit hehehe

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Theme Weeks: Angels + Demons

Another theme week! Or should I say weeks? Because I have just so much material, I will do the next theme over the span of two weeks. From 8/5 to 8/18 you will get a lot of new posts about: Angels and Demons.

What to expect during these weeks:

Prompt List: Of Angels and Demons

Demons Prompts

Demons Dialogue

Angel/Demon Prompts

Angel/Demon Dialogue

Angels Prompts

Angel/Human Prompts

Single Prompts (#1113, #1114)

Reblogs of related posts (Guardian Angel, Immortal)

All these posts are already up on Ko-fi for my members, so have fun!

And tell me what you are most excited about and what kind of theme week you would like to see next!

- Jana

[lvlyfawn]

CAPTURED THE MOMENT — morgan cheli x reader ˗ˏˋ🎰ˎˊ˗

key; azzi , paige , reader , jana , morgan.

summary; reader is an incoming sophomore with a mutual crush on morgan. while in the photo booth, the pair discovers their feelings for each other are reciprocated. reader is never described physically, no use of y/n or oc. if you do not like the idea, do not read, nobody is forcing you!! the kiss is short, and mentioned only for a second.

word count; 969 words.

REBLOGS, AND COMMENTS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED! i can only get better if you help me out!! no pressure to do so, anons and dm’s are open if you’d prefer that!

although morgan was considered aubrey’s freshman, you treated her as your own. with you knowing what it felt like to be the freshman rookie of the uconn dance team just months prior, you tried your best to make her feel welcome. the team majority of the team were your friends. they were your chosen family, while the girls on the dance team made you feel more like an awkward coworker. this summer nearly every day you spent hanging out with the girls from the basketball team, the addition of morgan made you want to hang out that much more often. the curly haired girl was truly the whole package, she’s tall, gorgeous, ambitious, just the right amount of competitive, and you swear everyday you’ve never laughed so much until you met her. 

paige was the first to notice the spark between you and morgan. she shared her finds with azzi, and azzi agreed that you were both too oblivious to ever notice anything. you just needed a little… push. azzi talked morgan up to you everyday, while paige just threw out statements and “questions” about you to morgan.

“isn’t y/n so pretty?” 

morgan found it awfully odd that paige was complimenting you not even to your face, especially while she was very obviously with azzi. but she chalked it up to just paige being paige. after time, you both came to the realization that you did like each other, not even realizing that was the older girls plan. the entire team sat and watched as morgan pined over you, and as you slipped “morgie” into every conversation with the girl. nothing was ever discussed between you guys, it just became a well known fact that you were hopelessly in love and were never going to admit it. 

today was a day that’d been planned for a while, a couple of the girls were going to arcade, and they obviously included you. taking mutiple cars, you all piled in and drove to the arcade + bar. after arrival, the group headed to the bar. with them being the only old enough to drink, paige and azzi ordered a shirley temple while everyone else ordered lemonade. filling up several cards with chips, you all split into groups. aubrey being with her girlfriend that day left only eight in total. this was the perfect amount. jana and yanna, azzi and paige, ice and kk, meaning you’d be with morgan. 

the two of you played a couple games here and there. your favorite was the basketball one where you claimed you could very easily beat her, and 70% of the time you did. with some more strolling around the arcade, you and the taller girl found a photo booth.

“didn’t know this would be here,” you say.

“d’you want to do it? it’d be cute.” the younger girl asked.

“mhm!” you replied and nodded your head eagerly. truth be told, you adored photo booths. back at your dorm you kept pictures from going to them with friends on multiple occasions. 

the two of you walked in, and sat down. unbeknownst to both of you that her teammates had found you and were outside of the booth ready to go. the first picture was taken, a cute photo of just you smiling. seconds later the next was taken, without even having time to think about your next pose, you placed your lips softly on morgan’s cheek just as the timer went off. you didn’t plan on it in the moment, but it wasn’t anything you hadn’t thought about doing. the third photo was of you both looking at each other, a look of shock and realization that the pining was mutual. the fourth and final picture was a kiss, soft and sweet. the kiss was quick, but something about the way your lips found each other felt instinctive. the machine rang out the words “all done” and you headed to pick up the pictures. outside of where the photos would be dispensed from, three of the older girls were standing watching you. almost immediately morgan grabbed the two strips and handed them to you.

“will you hold on to these?” morgan asked.

“of course morgie! wouldn’t want to lose them.” you giggled, feeling like a schoolgirl having her first crush.

“no, no, wouldn’t want to lose them.” she said, her cheeks clearly very flushed.

“can i see the pictures?” jana asked. “we have time to kill, kk and ice are still going head on in dance dance revolution.”

diverting away from the topic, you suggest the six of you just go watch the two girls dance. ice was clearly beating kk, which resulted in kk whining about it the entire way back to the car. azzi and paige both threw one arm around kk, shielding her away from ice’s torment. 

the car ride home was awkward to say the least. you were stuck with jana driving and a very tipsy paige and azzi in the backseat. the whole way back you held your purse tightly in your arms, as to not reveal what’d happened in the photo booth. how would the team react to knowing you this? did morgan really like you back? were you a “thing” now? despite the fear you felt of what was to come, you couldn’t help but feel giddy. your face stayed frozen in the biggest smile. 

“what’s got you all giggly?” jana asked.

“the photo booth jana!” azzi said excitedly, she was definitely feeling the pitcher her and paige had shared. 

“oh shut up! nothing happened in the photo booth..” 

“alright, then why are you clutching your purse for dear life.. we know the pictures are in there, i just want to see!” jana pleaded, repeating her earlier request. 

“no jana, we just.. captured the moment. let us be.”

divs by @/saradika-graphics , interaction is not required at all but feedback really helps me!

[writingbuckets]

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢𝐢

paige bueckers x reader

wc: 3.6k

a/n: this part's a little longer, but it's a chapter full of tension. thank you, thank you, thank you for reading and reblogging this fanfic <3

The gym lights were high, casting a warm golden glow across the basketball court. You hadn’t set foot on a basketball court in years, not since you’d walked away from the game that had once been your entire life. Back in high school, you’d been unstoppable—a top player in the state, your future seemingly laid out in front of you. But that future had come crashing down the moment you’d torn your ACL during a championship game. The recovery had been brutal, not just physically but mentally. And once you realized you’d never be the same player again, you’d made the painful decision to quit and focus on school.

Your competitive streak, though, had never really faded.

Now, standing on the edge of the court, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of nostalgia and anxiety. You’d spent so many afternoons on a court, playing with friends, pushing yourself to be the best. But today was different. Today, you weren’t here to relive the glory days—you were here because Jana and Azzi, Paige’s teammates, had roped you into playing a friendly pick-up game.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Jana had said earlier that day when you’d bumped into each other on campus. “We need one more for a full five-on-five, and we all know you can hoop.”

When the invitation to play in the pick-up game came up, memories started flashing through your mind, unbidden but vivid. You could almost feel the weight of the basketball in your hands, the rush of adrenaline, and the rhythm you’d once shared with Paige on the court.

You could still picture Paige, sweaty but grinning, as you all matched each other’s pace in a silent challenge. You’d been so in sync back then. Those games had started as just a way to help Paige work through her injury—she’d needed a steady partner to keep her going while she recovered, someone who wouldn’t let her push too hard. And somehow, you’d become that for Paige, keeping her grounded, channeling all that intensity into controlled movement.

“C’mon, just one more drill,” Paige would say, flashing her that cocky smile that always made you cave.

Those games had turned into late-night rituals, a way to let off steam and feel that rush you both craved. Sneakers squeaking against the hardwood, quick glances that didn’t need words, and laughter breaking through the silence—you’d fallen into a rhythm that felt effortless yet somehow charged.

But the last time you’d played had felt different. Paige had been close to fully healed, ready to get back to her real training, and maybe that’s why the tension had been heavier than ever. You’d wanted to say something, but neither of you broke the silence. You’d just left the court, pretending it was a game like any other.

Now, sitting here, remembering it all, you realized your last game—the last time you’d felt truly alive on a court—had been with Paige. And as much as you’d tried to push those memories aside, that ache in your chest told your they were still there, waiting

You had hesitated at first, not sure if you wanted to open that door again. But Jana had been persistent, and eventually, you agreed. Besides, it was just for fun, right?

You didn’t know, at the time, though you should’ve, that Paige would be there too.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Jana teased as you stood by the court, tossing the ball from hand to hand.

You smirked, adjusting the hem of your athletic shorts. “I’m just here to make you look bad, don’t worry.”

Azzi snorted, leaning against the chain-link fence. “Jana always looks bad. She doesn’t need help.”

Jana threw the ball at Azzi’s chest, but she caught it with ease, grinning. “Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling some of your tension melt away. You liked Jana and Azzi—they were laid-back and fun, and their banter always made you laugh. It was easy to forget, sometimes, that they were Paige’s teammates, part of her world.

As you made their way onto the court, you spotted Paige almost immediately. She was warming up on the far side, her eyes focused on the hoop as she took a series of jump shots. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, but you shoved the feeling down, refusing to let it show.

“Of course, she’s here,” you muttered under your breath.

Jana shot you a glance. “What’s that?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Let’s do this.”

You all split into teams, with you ending up on Azzi’s side, while Jana joined Paige’s. The tension was palpable from the moment the game started. Paige, who was usually sharp and focused on the court, seemed off her game. Her shots were sloppy, her movements hesitant, and you could feel the weight of Paige’s gaze on you every time you made a move.

You, on the other hand, were on fire. Your body might not have been in peak shape like it used to be, but muscle memory kicked in, and soon you were running the court like you hadn’t missed a day. The ball felt natural in your hands, and the thrill of competition surged through your veins.

But every time you drove to the basket, Paige was there, guarding you like a hawk. The physicality of your play became increasingly aggressive, as if your unspoken frustrations were being funneled into each push and shove. Paige blocked you more than once, her arms tangling with yours in ways that felt far too personal, far too charged.

“Still got it, huh?” Paige muttered after one particularly heated exchange, where you nearly lost your balance trying to drive past Paige.

You shot her a glare, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “What’s wrong, Bueckers? Distracted?”

Paige’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she refocused, her movements sharper, more deliberate. You could feel the shift immediately—Paige wasn’t going to let you off easy now.

**********

The game continued with rising intensity, neither of you willing to back down. The others on the court seemed to notice the change, the air thickening with tension that had nothing to do with basketball and everything to do with the unresolved feelings swirling between Paige and you.

With every dribble, every pass, your mind flashed back to the last time you and Paige had spoken, the cold detachment in Paige’s voice when she had pushed you away, shutting down any possibility of a real relationship. The pain of that moment, of realizing Paige didn’t feel the same, fueled your movements now. You played harder, faster, your frustration boiling over.

It wasn’t long before the aggression between you two spilled over into the game itself. You collided again, this time with Paige throwing a hard shoulder as you tried to make a layup. The impact sent you stumbling backward, and you hit the ground hard, skidding on the hardwood.

For a moment, everything went silent.

“Shit,” Paige muttered, immediately stepping toward you. “You okay?”

You gritted your teeth, ignoring the sting in your palms and the throbbing in your knee as you pushed yourself back to your feet. “I’m fine,” you snapped, brushing off Paige’s hand.

Paige’s eyes flashed with something—guilt, maybe? Or frustration? But you didn’t care. You weren’t about to let Paige see your weakness.

“You sure?” Paige asked, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

You shot her a glare, wiping your hands on your shorts. “Yeah, I’m sure. It’s gonna take more than that to knock me down.”

For a second, Paige seemed like she wanted to say something, but then she closed her mouth, her expression hardening. “Alright. Let’s keep playing.”

The game continued, though the aggression had simmered down somewhat. Still, the tension lingered, thick and heavy between you two. Paige played like she had something to prove, and you, well… you weren’t going to let Paige win—not here, not after everything.

When the game finally ended, both of you were drenched in sweat, your chests heaving with exertion. Azzi and Jana high-fived their teammates, exchanging laughs and easy smiles, but you felt no sense of relief. You could still feel the weight of Paige’s gaze on you, burning into your back as you grabbed you water bottle from the sideline.

You needed to get out of here. You needed space.

You took a long drink from your water bottle, your hands still trembling slightly from the adrenaline. Your muscles ached in a way they hadn’t in years, but it was a good kind of ache—the kind that reminded you just how much you missed this, missed playing. But as much as you had enjoyed the game itself, the lingering tension with Paige left a bitter taste in you mouth.

“Nice game, by the way,” Jana said, nudging you with a grin. “You’ve got serious skills. Ever think about joining intramurals or something?”

You forced a smile, shaking your head. “Nah, I’m out of practice. Besides, I’ve got too much on my plate with school.”

Jana laughed. “Yeah, sure. But you could still school us any day.”

Azzi added, “Seriously, you were on fire out there. You sure you haven’t been secretly training?”

You chuckled, brushing off their compliments. “Thanks, but trust me, I’m rusty.”

Before they could ask more questions, Paige approached from behind, her footsteps deliberate. You felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as Paige came to a stop next to you, arms crossed over her chest.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Paige’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking the tension behind it.

You tensed. You knew what was coming, and you weren’t in the mood for it. “We’ve got nothing to talk about,” you said coolly, not bothering to look up at her.

Jana and Azzi exchanged glances, sensing the shift in the air, but they didn’t say anything. Instead, they mumbled something about heading out and left you and Paige standing alone near the sidelines.

Paige, clearly not taking no for an answer, stepped closer. “Just give me five minutes.”

You finally looked up, meeting Paige’s gaze. Your heart clenched at the sight of her—sweaty, disheveled, but still managing to look effortlessly composed. “Five minutes for what? To explain why you couldn’t bother to give me an answer before?”

Paige’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down. “I know I messed up, okay? I just… I didn’t know how to handle everything back then.”

You let out a sharp laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “Wow, that’s original. ‘I didn’t know how to handle it.’ You really think that’s gonna work after months of silence?”

Paige exhaled, her frustration clearly rising. “Can you stop for one second and let me—”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I had to stop feeling angry just because you finally decided it’s convenient for you to talk,” you shot back, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Paige looked at you, and for a brief moment, the mask she wore cracked. The guarded, confident exterior slipped, revealing something vulnerable beneath. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Paige said quietly, “but I didn’t want things to end like that. You were important to me.”

“Important?” You raised an eyebrow, your voice laced with bitterness. “Funny way of showing it. You were fine stringing me along, keeping things casual because you didn’t want anything serious. And when I finally told you how I felt, you shut me down like it was nothing.”

Paige winced at the words, but you didn’t stop. The anger you’d been holding back for so long spilled out now, each word sharper than the last.

“You know what? I should thank you,” you continued, your voice icy. “You made me realize I deserve better than someone who’s too scared to figure out what they want.”

Paige’s face hardened, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “You think this was easy for me? You think I didn’t care?”

“Care?” You scoffed. “You couldn’t care enough to even have a conversation with me. You made your decision the moment you walked away without even trying with me.”

Paige took a step closer, her voice tight with emotion. “I didn’t walk away because I didn’t care. I walked away because I didn’t want to hurt you more.”

“Well, newsflash,” you snapped, stepping forward to meet her head-on. “You did.”

For a moment, you two stood there, inches apart, the weight of everything unsaid hanging between you. Your chest heaved with the effort of holding back tears you didn’t want to shed, not in front of Paige, not after everything.

Finally, Paige broke the silence. Her voice was low, almost a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Your heart clenched, but you weren’t ready to let Paige off the hook. Not yet. “Sorry doesn’t change anything, Paige.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Paige standing there, frustration and regret etched across her face.

**********

Back at your apartment, you collapsed onto your bed, exhaustion settling into your bones. The game, the confrontation with Paige, everything had taken more out of you than you wanted to admit. You stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Paige could just waltz back into your life, stir up old feelings, and expect things to go back to normal. You had spent months trying to move on, to bury the pain that Paige had caused. But no matter how hard you tried, every time you saw Paige, the wound reopened.

You didn’t want to care anymore. You didn’t want to feel this way—torn between anger, hurt, and the small, fragile part of you that still cared about Paige, despite everything.

But as you lay there, staring into the darkness, you knew it wasn’t that simple.

A few days after the intense pick-up game, you found yourself in the campus auditorium, standing in front of a small group of classmates. You were rehearsing the presentation with your project partners, Jana and Azzi, both of whom were just as tired of this project as you were. It had been a long couple of weeks leading up to this, and you were determined to nail the final presentation.

The topic was complex, a deep dive into a recent breakthrough in sports science and how it impacted athletic performance. You were the one holding the team together—your natural leadership and intellect driving the group to success. You’d always had that intensity, the same drive you once channeled into basketball, now fully focused on your academic career.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up,” you said, standing in front of the projector screen as the last slide flickered into view. “That’s the final segment, so we’ll take questions from the class after this part.”

Azzi nodded, scrolling through her notes. “I think that worked better than our last run-through.”

Jana added, “Yeah, we’re finally getting our timing right. Should be smooth.”

You smiled a little, feeling the familiar buzz of excitement that came from doing something well. You were proud of the work you all had done—your passion for the subject came through in every slide, every piece of data you’d pulled together. The group of classmates in front of you, mostly there to offer feedback, began gathering their notes to discuss.

As the group started to break apart, one of your classmates, a guy named Luke, approached you. He was tall, with an easy smile and a friendly demeanor, someone you’d spoken to in passing but never really talked to beyond classwork.

“That was a really impressive presentation,” Luke said, smiling as he stood in front of you. “You clearly know your stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden attention. “Thanks. I guess all that studying paid off.”

“It definitely did,” Luke replied, his eyes lingering on yours a bit longer than necessary. “You explained the technical aspects really well. You’ve got a real knack for this.”

You chuckled, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, feeling the subtle flirtation in his tone. “Appreciate it. But trust me, my teammates did just as much work.”

Jana, who was still gathering her things nearby, snorted softly under her breath, glancing sideways at Azzi, who had already noticed Luke’s obvious interest. You, meanwhile, were playing it cool, but you couldn’t help noticing the extra attention he was giving you.

Luke continued, “Well, if you ever need help prepping for another project, or even just a study session, let me know. I’d be down to work with you sometime.”

You gave a polite smile, casually deflecting. “Sure, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Luke lingered for a second longer, clearly wanting to say more, but you kept your response brief, making it clear you weren’t interested in prolonging the conversation. After a few more pleasantries, he finally took the hint and walked away, leaving Jana and Azzi exchanging amused looks.

As soon as Luke was out of earshot, Jana sidled up next to you with a teasing grin. “Well, well, well… Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

Azzi joined in, smirking. “You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you. Man was ready to write you a love letter.”

You rolled your eyes, stuffing your notes into your bag. “Oh, please. He was just being nice.”

“Nice?” Jana laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Girl, that was flirting, not being nice. He’s got it bad.”

Azzi added, “You could totally reel him in if you wanted to.”

You shook your head, a laugh escaping your lips. “Not interested. I’ve got too much on my plate to deal with that.”

Jana and Azzi didn’t let up, though. “Come on, you deserve to have a little fun. You’ve been killing it in class and haven’t been out in ages. You could at least give the guy a shot.”

You shot them both a pointed look, your voice playful but firm. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m good without the distractions.”

They continued teasing you as they walked out of the auditorium together, but you shrugged it off, feeling more amused than anything. You didn’t have time for dating right now, not with your coursework demanding all your attention. Besides, you were still trying to navigate your way through the emotional fallout of everything with Paige.

You lounged on Jana’s bed, scrolling through your phone while Jana and Azzi sprawled on the floor, leaning against the bed with snacks scattered around them. They were still riding the high from the presentation, and their playful banter was infectious.

“Okay, but seriously,” Jana said, swiping through her phone. “You’ve got to see this.” She turned the screen toward you, revealing a picture of Luke mid-laugh, taken during the presentation.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “What is that? A candid shot or something?”

“More like a hot shot,” Azzi quipped, snatching the phone from Jess’s hands. “Look at this one! He’s actually cute.” She swiped again, revealing another selfie of Luke, this time with a goofy expression. “I mean, he’s definitely got that ‘I play basketball on the weekends’ vibe.”

Jana added, “And look at those arms! You could totally do worse, you know.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly reveling in the teasing.

You rolled your eyes, trying to feign disinterest, but the warmth creeping up your neck betrayed you. “You guys are ridiculous. It was just a compliment.”

“Oh, please!” Jana shot back with a laugh. “You’re telling me if he asked you out, you wouldn’t at least think about it? A nice dinner, maybe some fun banter? You’d be all over that.”

“Yeah, and what if he thinks you’re too caught up in your studies?” Azzi chimed in, smirking. “Maybe he’d want to help you relax a little, you know? A date to get your mind off things?”

You felt your cheeks heat up even more. “Stop it! Seriously, I’m not looking for any distractions right now.”

“Not even for a cute guy?” Jana teased, wiggling her eyebrows. “Come on! I’m telling you, Luke is into you. Just look at how he was practically hanging on your every word during the presentation.”

“Yeah, and he probably thinks I’m too busy for him,” you retorted, shaking your head. “Besides, you two can keep dreaming. I’ve got enough to deal with without adding a boy to the mix.”

At that moment, the faint sound of a door creaking open caught your attention. You glanced at the door to their common area, and your heart skipped when you saw Paige’s silhouette just outside, peeking in. You held your breath, unsure if Paige would join you all or retreat back to her room.

But instead, after a brief moment of hesitation, Paige closed the door softly, the click echoing in the quiet hallway. Your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You couldn’t help but wonder if Paige had been listening to your conversation about Luke.

“Who was that?” Azzi asked. She turned to look at the door, noticing your distraction.

“Just Paige,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light but failing to mask the slight edge in your voice.

Jana exchanged a knowing glance with Azzi. “What do you think she thinks about you and Mr. Basketball?”

“Probably thinks I’m some desperate loser,” you shot back, rolling your eyes again. “Just like you two.”

Jana and Azzi erupted into laughter, but there was an underlying tension in your chest as you replayed the moment in your mind. Did Paige really care? Did it bother her that Luke had been flirting?

“Seriously, though,” Jana said, settling down again. “You should text him. Just a casual ‘thanks for the compliment’ or something.”

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over your phone screen. “I’ll think about it.”

But as they continued their playful mockery of Luke and yours nonexistent love life, the nagging thought of Paige’s reaction hung heavily in the air, stirring up an internal battle you weren’t quite ready to face.

[guiltyasdave]

jana hi me again 🫣 could i have the prompt 28 "No one ever cared about me like you."

with either javi p or joel 🫠❤️🤎

take my hand, wreck my plans

pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

word count: 557

summary: Javi seeks out your company after a rough day.

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, alcohol consumption, mention of food, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, idiots in love because of who i am as a person (let me know if i missed something!)

a/n: i have once again been possessed by angsty thoughts and somehow, this came out of it. i hope you like this eden @reddedmiller and i’m sorry that it took three months lol. thank you @catchallfangirl for beta reading 🫶🏻

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He knocks on your door at 2 in the morning, all but collapses into your arms as soon as you swing it open, tired eyes and heavy limbs that melt into your embrace.

Your colleagues had warned you when he started coming over to your desk, inviting you out for lunch, about how he would chew you up and spit you out, like he did with half of the female staff at the embassy. You hadn’t listened, waving them off and going out with him anyway. First for a quick lunch break, then for after work drinks, then for dinner.

It was fun, a distraction, something to do and someone to know in this city where everything was foreign to you and where you felt more alone than ever before in your life.

It’s more, now. It doesn’t have a definition exactly, but you both know it. You’re the person he turns to when he needs somebody, and you’ll gladly be that for him.

“Do you have something to drink?” His face is sullen as he slumps down on your couch, like the weight of the world crushed him today. You furrow your brow.

“When was the last time you ate something, Javi?”

“‘M not hungry,” he grumbles, confirming your suspicion that he most likely survived the day solely on cigarettes and coffee.

You lean over the couch, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders from behind. His head falls back against you like he can’t help himself.

“I’m gonna make you a sandwich and get you some whiskey, okay?” Inching closer, you press a gentle kiss against his neck, just below his ear.

He sits up a little straighter and turns to you, reluctance in his eyes.

“Querida, it’s the middle of the night, you don’t have to-”

You shake your head and kiss him again, on his cheek this time. “It’s okay. I want to.”

He leans back hesitantly but doesn’t seem to have the energy to fight you on it, so your lips find his face once more before you head for the kitchen.

Watching him all but devour the food has you hiding your smile behind your own glass of whiskey. He already looks a little better.

“Not hungry, huh?” you tease, your voice light.

“Shut up,” comes his short reply, but his lips are twitching.

He has half a mind to stumble out of your flat again afterwards, but you convince him to stay, that it’s really no problem.

He takes a quick shower, mumbling about washing the day away, and you wait in bed, the warm light from your bedside lamp illuminating the room, until he slips under the covers beside you.

You wrap your arms around him again and hold him close, your fingers drawing shapes on his chest. He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly.

“Thank you,” he eventually mumbles, his voice low in the darkness.

“Of course, Javi.” He tends to get like that, struggling to receive any kind of affection or care when he feels like he has nothing to give back.

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, seriously. No one ever cared about me like you. I- thank you.”

You sigh and pull him tighter into you, your face buried in his hair. You’ll care for him as long as he lets you.

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Hello, I am Omar Muhammad Ayyad from Gaza Al-Shujaia - I and my brothers Yasser, Maryam, Jana and Sarah live a very difficult life 😭😭😭 Because of the genocide war, we lost our childhood, we lost our dreams, our education, and everything, and because of the war and the lack of medical care, we lost the most precious thing we own, my dear grandmother, and we lost the house that shelters us. Displaced from one place to another, my father’s situation is difficult and he cannot meet our basic needs - we ask compassionate hearts to stand by us and provide sufficient support for my father’s donation link to provide us with a decent and safe life - please donate if you can and share widely🙏🙏http://gofund.me/e7c7528a

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omar’s campaign is legitimate. if you feel the need to double check, searching his username on tumblr will provide posts that state the campaign is verified. please, take the time to

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Theme Week: Date Week

Let's all go on a fun writing date together next week! A lot of new prompts about dating coming your way in another theme week. We haven't done one in a while!

The theme week is going from 07/15 to 07/21.

What to expect this week:

First Date Prompts

Dialogue Responses "Do you want to be my date?"

Date Mishaps

Single Prompts about Dating (+ #1105 & #1106)

Dating Reblogs (50 Date Ideas + 50 More Date Ideas, Let's create the perfect date!, Date Masterpost)

The posts for the Date Week are already up on my Ko-fi page for members!

Hope you have fun with this!

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This scene cracked me out. It's my favorite 😂😂

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🇵🇸 Vetted fundraisers for Palestine 🇵🇸 (6/20)

Hi all, here are some more campaigns of the people who have reached out to me recently. As you can see, most are quite low on their goals! Let's get them closer!

Faisal's work in delivering clean water, food and necessities to displaced people in Gaza @maximumtravelerwizard // vetted by association // donate // £614/£150,000

Jana and her two younger brothers: @janaabunaje // 132 on GazaVetters list // donate // €740/€50,000

Khaled Smeer's family: @amirashawikh // #8 on this list by gaza-evacuation-funds // donate // $2,074 AUD/$60,000

Mahmoud Abu Ghalioun's family: @valentina-leonardi // #115 on beesandwatermelons master list // donate // €6,440/€35,000

Wafa’s Family: @wafaaresh, @wafaaresh1 and @wafaaresh6 // vetted by 90-ghost // donate // $68,341/$85,000

Omar Khaled's family of six: @jody-family and @omar-gaze3 // vetted by association // donate // £12,381/£20,000

Ahmed Alanqar's family: @anqarfamily and @zinaanqar // #264 on the evacuation funds list // donate // €67,288/€75,000

All of these campaigns are legitimate and all these people do need support for food, medicine, clothing, and shelter when winter comes. If you don’t know who to donate to, click here. Whatever number you get, donate $5-$20 to that family, or whatever you can afford. Every little bit really does help :) I’d really like to encourage donations with these lists, not just reblogs. Thanks, everyone! 😊🇵🇸

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Call me obsessed | MS47

― Pairing: Mick Schumacher x fem!reader (she/her) ― Word count: 2.2k ― Warnings: +18; not proofread; suggestive content and graphic description of sex (p in v, fingering, dirty talk, praising kink, mean!dom mick, squirting, no protection); jealous!mick; Minors DNI! ― Summary: Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he's obsessed. ― A/n: I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts by reblogging and/or leaving me an ask (anons are on) *mwah* 🤍

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It was past midnight. The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed too busy either with drinks, dance, or lip moves. Mick had a beer bottle in his hands and he listened to whatever his group of friends loudly chattered about while keeping an eye on Yn. Well, or trying to keep an eye on her since Yn would fly and disappear around the packed club as if she were literally a social butterfly. 

For a long time, people have been comparing the couple. They always pointed out Yn as the sunshine girl, just like Mick was the sunshine boy. You would never see her raise her voice or be openly rude. Her snarky comments were usually very subtle, and the only thing that gave Yn a hard time when the subject was flying under the radar on how she was feeling was her eyes. Which, curiously, was the same as the Schumacher boy. 

He would stare the person up and down or arch his eyebrows in confusion. Sometimes he would let out a fake laugh, and his eyes would tell everything you needed to know about how he was feeling.

And contrary to everything people tend to say about dating someone who shared a lot in common, their relationship was amazing. They were able to agree on disagreeing, and when they shared the same opinion they would often gossip about it whenever it involved famous people. Both not being so open to doing it with anyone else. They were each other's favorite confessors. 

“Fucking finally,” he mutters in her ear when she slots herself between his legs, a big smile on her lips, her forehead a bit damp from going around talking with everyone. 

“I’m sorry, babe, I just met Jana’s girlfriend, she’s so funny, I love them. We were talking abo-” 

“The team’s social media manager?” Mick asked, kissing her naked shoulder, and Yn nodded. “Not even I know Jana this close.” 

“Your girlfriend is the social butterfly, Mick,” Esteban, who was sitting at the barstool beside them, stated. “She’s just like you, but much more open to new friends. Where you’re kinda shy, she’s…” he stopped, hands on his chin. “How do you say extravertie?” he asked himself.

“I think it’s extroverted, Estie,” Yn said, turning her front to Mick.

“Yeah, oui! Where Mick’s a bit shy, you’re extroverted. So it’s like sunshine and double sunshine,” he explained, but neither the German nor Yn was paying much attention this time, too wrapped up in each other’s stare.

“You look so pretty tonight. Prettier than ever,” Mick whispered in her ear, and Yn draped her body on his, kissing his heart through his white shirt. 

“You look like quite the catch too,” was her answer. 

And when Mick leaned in to connect their lips in a kiss, he was interrupted by Lando, “Yn, Yn, Yn, he’s about to play the song we asked for.”

And before Mick or Esteban can question ‘Who’s he?’ Yn explained that it was the DJ who was super friendly and ended up friends with Lando and her, to which the French guy just arched an eyebrow to his best friend, as if saying, ‘See my point? Double sunshine’. Yn kisses Mick’s cheeks briefly, and in the blink of an eye, she disappears in the crowd stopping here and there to talk to people that the Schumacher was almost sure she just met that weekend. And you see, he wasn’t a jealous guy, far from that. Mick knows Yn loves him. He knows she’s someone warm and happy, and that seems to call people to her, and though people say that they’re the same he secretly thinks that everyone’s in love with her, not with him. 

And he doesn’t judge. 

He’s in love with her too.

The problem is that lately, everyone is on her lane, so much they can’t seem to catch a break, and the line is crossed for him that night when he’s in a friend’s circle and Yn gets there straight into Pierre’s waiting arms exchanging some kind of internal joke. And he knows Pierre’s a flirt as a joke. He knows the French is very much in love with Kika. But the second one of the guys asks if Yn is Pierre’s girlfriend Mick is fuming. 

“No,” it’s Mick’s monosyllabic answer before he brings Yn to his embrace, holding her in front of his body and burying his head on her neck. He doesn’t even register that Kika is right beside Pierre laughing at the way they got it all wrong and explaining that Yn is just like Mick, rarely, somebody doesn’t like her. 

When he closed his teeth after nipping at her skin, pinching her pulsing point, Yn held back a whine and laced their fingers. And it was just what Mick needed to drag her out of there. He doesn’t stop to say goodbye, doesn’t stop to explain why they’re leaving, they just navigate between the crowds to the waiting drivers outside the club. The second they reach the hotel and get inside the elevator, Mick is all over her and that fire is completely new to Yn. So much so that she can’t even formulate a question about what got him like that, because he answers for himself too, when he mumbles “Gotta show them you’re mine. Show them you can be friendly with everyone, but there’s one side of you that only I can see.” 

Yn relishes in the feeling of being trapped between the elevator walls and his hard body, the way one of his thighs presses against her core and he holds her face between his big hands, making her lips pluck just for him. In fact, everything she would do that night would be just for him. For their pleasure only. In the security of being free to be as nasty as she wanted because that was just what Mick was doing by whispering the most unholy things in her ears. 

She was fucked.

Would literally be in just a few seconds, there wasn’t any doubt about it.

Once they were inside his room, Mick made quick work of taking off her dress, exposing her bare breasts to the cool air of the room, her nipples hardening in an instant, she whimpered asking for his touch.

“Oww, poor girl. I haven’t even touched you yet, Schatzi,” he mocked, holding the strings of her panties in his hands and pushing it up a bit, dragging the material right on her clit. Yn moaned, and he smirked deviously. He was being mean because he could and because he knew it turned her on, “I wonder how wet that pussy is.” 

“It’s for you, Micky. All for you,” she manages to breathe out her answer. 

“I bet it is, Schatzi. I bet you kept thinking about me losing my patience, dragging you into one of those bathrooms, and fucking you until they all heard you screaming,” his dirty words kept going dragging more and more moisture from her body. Making it hotter. “Or did you think about me fingering you under the table?” he chuckled maliciously, and louder when Yn grabbed one of his hands and pushed it inside her pants.

Mick shook his head, keeping his fingers still right on top of her clit, “tsk tsk, that’s not how this works, Yn. You know that though everyone says you’re a ray of sunshine, you’re actually a bad girl, don’t you? You tease me so much by being just like me, it’s not even fair,” he remarks. 

“Micky, I-” she’s interrupted by his pointer finger on top of her lips. 

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson tonight, OK?” Yn could swear she never saw that gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine and only mine. Ok?” he repeated his last remark, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Now that’s improving,” Mick nodded, and finally his fingers dragged on her slit, feeling how wet and piling she was for him. He took his time caressing her, circling her clit, and getting so close to inserting his fingers, that Yn wanted to scream at him whenever he retreated.

That was mean.

He knew that was mean.

He was having fun with it all. 

But it did not take him long to push her against the mattress of their bed. Big hands held Yn’s waist in place while she tried to make herself as comfortable as she could, supporting her body on her arms, face down on the pillows, and ass up in the air like a piece of art made for his eyes only. Yn heard the drag of his zippers, and his pants coming down. She heard the material of his shirt, and she heard the slap he gave on her ass too, moaning into the bed. 

She felt dizzy, a rush of ecstasy running through her body when he pushed her panties to the side and bottomed out in one swift motion splitting her in two. She felt her arousal messing where their bodies intertwined and his firm grip on her waist that would certainly leave bruises behind. The cotton of her piece of clothing pushed deliciously against her clit, and she had to register both feelings when Mick draped part of his body on top of her and bit her shoulder. 

“Stay still,” he commanded, and Yn shuddered with how sinful his desire was, “Now show me how much you need me.” She pushed her hips back sending shockwaves through their bodies, starting a lazy pace, with deep but slow strokes.

“I need more, Micky,” Yn cried out, without stopping her movements. She turned her face slightly trying to make eye contact and he caressed her spine with one hand, “Please, give me more, love.” 

And that he did. Mick moved one strong leg to the bed, his other foot planted on the ground, and dived into her pussy with strength and pace, taking moans out of Yn. He felt the sweat start at his hairline, and his hands gripping her waist started to slip, making him sink his short nails into her skin. His frantic moves brought them closer to their orgasms, and when he felt her walls contract against his dick he gripped her neck bringing her back flush to his front, creating a new angle and hitting new spots that made Yn see stars. She gripped his waist and slid her hand to his ass digging her own nails there. 

Mick grunted and lost a bit of the self-control he had, slipping dirty words in German on her ear. 

“You’re taking me so well, being such a good girl for me.”

“All for you, just for you, Mick,” she whimpers moments before he tells her to milk his cock, to let go, to jump off because he’s ready to catch. And Yn does just that. She cums and Mick’s not far behind, giving her just a few more strokes to ride her orgasms and reach his. 

“You look so sexy fucked up like this,” the German mumbles after a second of silence catching his breath. Yn smiles lazily. “But I want one more, give me one more, Schatzi.”

Yn lies on her back now, Mick hovering over her, eyes searching for hers in an attempt to make sure she’s still navigating the same boat, feeling the same waters. There’s a wicked glow in her eyes too. He smirks. 

Still holding eye contact with Yn, Mick drags his shaft on her slit, messing his dick with their juices, before sliding inside again. She purred in his ear, lacing her arms around his broad shoulders. Mick rolled his hips, and Yn bucked hers, looking for relief again. Searching the shockwaves. 

“I’ll never get enough of you,” She confesses, and he grins on her neck, nipping her skin.

“Say my name,” this time his forehead was touching hers, blue orbs trained on hers, and when she moaned his name Mick snapped his lower half, dragging his body against hers. “You’re taking me so well. Always takes me so well. Such a good girl now. I’m obsessed with you. Love you so much, Schatzi,” he praises. 

Mick gives another series of commands, telling Yn not to take her eyes off him, to roll her hips, to dig her nails into his shoulders, and to moan louder. She does it all. She does everything in a trance. Each syllable is pronounced against his lips, each movement is made with the permission of his eyes. There’s too much to gather, too much to concentrate, she feels her body convulsing, a sob passing between her open lips, right before the gates are opened and she’s squirting for the first time. Pussy gushing on Mick and their bed. Making a mess of everything, and making him cum right on the spot while watching everything unfold. His eyes keep going from hers to their joined bodies, to hers again, and he smirks proudly before they both slump in a mess of sweat, cum, and limbs on the bed. 

“That was so hot,” he blushed. After saying the dirtiest things and doing them all, Mick Schumacher blushed. 

“You gotta keep teaching me lessons. I feel like I have so much more to learn,” Yn joked with a giggle, and he kissed her chin. 

“If it depends on how friendly you are, I’m gonna teach you you’re mine after every social gathering.”

“I kinda like this new side of you.”

“Kinda?” he arches his brows. Y/n can almost hear him mentioning the hottest sex they’ve ever had. She smiles.

“A lot, actually. I like it a lot.” 

“I thought so too.”

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hiii!! I hope you guys liked it! I just noticed that there's always a hint of softness in the versions of Mick I write, I don't think I was able to portrait him as a reeealy mean!dom, but hopefully it was close enough. Make sure to let me know your thoughts by leaving me an ask and reblogging. Love y'all! And sorry for the people who requested it ages ago, I took my time, but the piece came together hehe

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