#kaia rants

[kkami-writes]

also on a side note I keep staring at myself in the mirror, pointing to myself and being all: YOU'RE GONNA WRITE TODAY AND YOU'RE GONNA LIKE IT. and then I go back to rotting in bed. like??? I wanna write? And I sit down and then I overthink and worry when I should just focus on what I have and what I want to write instead of thinking of the "future" bc I end up worrying that something I write is overdone/overused or i'll end up writing something similar in the future but it's like?? why am I worried about that? like, I love cliche shit (if that wasn't obvious) and if I use a similar scenario who cares. I should write what I wanna write bc it's supposed to be fun and if people enjoy it, all the better.

anyway hi, i've missed you guys a lot! hope things are well. I'm not ready for skz to drop a comeback announcement soon which will then turn into world tour dates. (aka i'm broke and need them to wait a little longer)

[destinymoore05]

Sorry for coming on here so passionately to say..

She will NEVER in a million years make me like her. Ever. The way she looks so proud of this and posing with the magazine of the person who shaded Austin, his so called “friend” i may add. You’re so pressed and jealous of Austin that it isn’t funny. You make me more ticked off than anything in this planet. Kaia Gerber, you can go straight to hell, the door’s open and waiting for you, you will always be a flop and you will NEVER match the success of THE Austin Butler. You will never be an actress. You can’t act and you’re nothing without Mommy or Daddy. You’re nothing without Austin either. Take your fake fans and shippers and fade into obscurity where you truly belong. And I truly hope that you get the karma you deserve and it slaps you in the face, because Austin is the true star in this house boo. 😚

Oh and by the way, I can’t find it in myself to respect the person who said this. You backstabbed your friend and for what? Pity points? You could’ve picked anyone else to drag. But Austin? He talked so kindly of you and this is his thank you? That’s disgusting and disrespectful by any means. You stand by him when he’s small and you’re big, but now that he’s big, you drag him to the ground? I can’t even fathom how fake that is. That’s not a real friend and I hope Austin finds a real friend in your replacement. 😝

[crazystonergirl]

𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗺 𝗶?

[austin-sbutler]

The way some of yall talk about Austin’s girlfriends and ex’s is soooo unbelievably toxic. I can’t imagine saying all of that vile stuff and making assumptions about a woman you don’t even know

I know we’re all fans of him but assuming you know what’s best for Austin after being in a 2+ year relationship with someone is ridiculous and you’re better off keeping your opinions and more importantly, your projections, to yourself

[ausssbutlershortstories]

Can some of you like stop? Please ?

If you ship Austin that’s fine. But anytime Kaia comes in the picture , a lot of you who ship this “relationship” automatically make it about her and not Austin’s work. Austin breathes and you all wanna scream about KG. As if this grown ass 32 year old man who has been acting years and years before he even met her doesn’t have a life of his own…and then you all throw a fit when people get annoyed with you and express it….

The man has basically giving us the impression that he doesn’t want us talking about his relationship like that. He doesn’t want us focusing on that. It’s been 2 years and the man barely speaks on her. So idk why y’all are obsessed with bringing her into everything ?

Austin has worked VERY hard to get where he is at right now. Please let him be. He didn’t work this hard for his spotlight to be taken over by his gf 😒

[blackfangedreaper]

HAPOY BORTHDUA BABE I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH🩷🩷✨✨✨ thank you for being my first ever friend on this app without you I would be nowhere💔💔

STOPPPPPP I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHHHHH 😍😍😍🤭😔🥰

[anonymusbosch]

in Southern California you may know them as sandmats (common trailside while hiking and as sidewalk weeds) -

but there are also some funky upright ones! they're mostly herbaceous around here

go on iNaturalist some time and look at global spurges and rejoice!

Euphorbia euphoria

Was sent this by a friend:

which is a reference to this:

namely, the fact that the wild mustard Brassica oleracea, once domesticated, produced a bewildering variety of vegetables by selecting each cultivar for a different part (cabbages from terminal buds, Brussels ssprouts from lateral buds, broccoli and cauliflower from flower buds, kale from leaves, and so on), all of them still being technically part of the same species, Brassica oleracea var. whatever.

Now, as far as I know, nobody has bred B. oleracea into a tree. But there is, not quite a single species, but a genus, that has gotten pretty close to that kind of internal morphological diversity:

Behold Euphorbia, the genus of spurges, counting over 2000 species (that nevertheless are often capable of interbreeding) scattered throughout all continents:

Euphorbia dendroides (Mediterranean)

The poinsettia, Euphorbia pulcherrima (Central America)

Euphorbia actinoclada (East Africa)|, one of the many cactus-like species (cacti proper are all American species except one, so if you see a cactus-like plant in an African or Asian deserts, odds are it's actually a kind of euphorbia)

Euphorbia trigona (Central Africa)

Euphorbia myrsinites (Southeast Europe)

Euphorbia obesa (South Africa)

Euphorbia ferox (South Africa)

Euphorbia ampliphylla (East Africa) (source)

Euphorbia aphylla (Canary Islands)

Euphorbia helioscopia (Eurasia and Africa)

And so on, and so on...

[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader warning(s): cheating, straight girl stuff / in the closest reader kinda?, toxic af paige, leg riding, mirror stuff, strap... believe thats it. synopsis: paige and her sadistic ways twist you in-and-out while she discovers just how loyal you are to your best-friend and boyfriend word count: 2.2k Author Note: second draft! written around the time of the draft which'll explain my obsession over her white suit in this. beautiful plot line, not my favourite execution, but i've been getting lots of asks over releasing the drafts so!!! there's so many uncompleted ones HELP.

After a long night out with your best friend Kaia and her girlfriend, Paige Bueckers, you staggered through the front door, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on your shoulders.

Paige's presence in Kaia's life was a destructive force. As Kaia's confidante and roommate, you'd witnessed firsthand the devastation Paige's relentless cheating wreaked on Kaia's heart. Every time Paige hurt her, it hurt you too. Those late nights when Kaia would seek refuge in your bed, pouring out her tears and whiskey-fueled rants about Paige, revealed the painful truth. And as Kaia's roommate and best friend, you were perpetually caught in the crossfire of her 'relationship' with Paige—one that was practically open, only on Paige’s end. You’d listen to their late-night arguments over the phone and witness the tension when Paige came by to pick up her things. It felt as though you were living the relationship alongside Kaia, experiencing every high and low through her pain and anger with her. And despite all of Kaia’s tearful vows to move on and promises to never take Paige back, she always found herself drawn back to her.

You carried her burden in your heart, never able to forgive Paige. To be honest, you hated her—her walk, her talk, the way she bit her lip when she listened to you berate her for how she treated Kaia, how she’d show up unannounced, knowing you’d be the only one home, how she breezed in with a casual, almost arrogant familiarity. Her charm and the fake squeaky-clean persona that deceived so many only fueled your resentment, because you saw through the façade that fooled her fans and everyone who knew her casually.

To you, she was nothing but a tall, blonde-headed casanova who couldn't keep it in her pants to save her life. You hated Paige beyond say, and Kaia knew that well.

Which is why you want to kill her when Paige shows up at your figurative apartment doorstep, prattling on about how Kaia invited her and that she’s NOT trying to win her back—because she already has, simply by doing nothing. You're seething as you step aside and watch her scoop Kaia up into her big arms, clad in a white suit. Tonight was supposed to be a reprieve—a girls' night out to distract Kaia from her heartbreak and give you both a chance to unwind, but Paige’s presence is a crushing blow to that hope. As you fumed while standing in line, awaiting Paige to finish her call, Kaia tries to explain herself, which only makes you more infuriated, alcohol working the opposite way in you at just the sight of Paige and the words of Kaia. “She gave me all her passwords, I check her phone whenever I want, and she goes straight to practice and then back to her dorm.”

You scoff. "Bet you she’s on the phone with another girl right now. Fucking slut." you shake your head. "Hey!" Kaia interjects, "She's changed, Y/N, trust me." she insists, sounding rather unsure of it herself.

When Paige’s celebrity status lets you all skip the line, you’re just grateful for the chance to get more drinks in your system and chase away the unsettling feeling of her presence. Apparently, so is Kaia. Despite her recent assurances of Paige’s commitment and honesty, Kaia clings to her as if her very happiness depends on it while she pounds back drinks as if she’s trying to drown out her doubts. You try to enjoy the night as best as you can, finally tuning out Kaia's emotional jargon and letting Paige handle it. Losing yourself in the drinks, perhaps an hour later, you text your somewhat, kinda, not really boyfriend about how horny you’re feeling. He suggests you go to the bathroom and send him some “cute” pictures.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, seeking refuge from the crowd and loud music, hoping to find a small solace in the distraction he offered. Instead, what you found in the bathroom shattered any remaining sense of calm you had.

Paige, all 6 feet of her, was making out with another girl, her hands tangled in the stranger’s hair. The sight was both infuriating and depressingly predictable. Your heart pounded, feeling betrayal and anger as you burst into the bathroom, your voice trembling with rage.

“What. The. Fuck?” you demanded, your eyes flashing between Paige and the other girl.

They froze, and the other girl looked between you and Paige, confusion etched on her face. You didn’t wait for any explanations. “How could you? You—selfish, manipulative bitch!” you shouted, before turning to the girl. “Get out.”

The girl hesitated, wide-eyed and frightened, but you grabbed her arm and shoved her out of the bathroom, your frustration spilling over. “Go!”

As the door slammed behind you, you turned to Paige, shaking with anger. “When will this end, Paige? When will you stop doing this to Kaia? Enough is enough.”

Paige shrugged, her nonchalance only infuriating you more as she shrugged with her hands before adjusting her suit in the mirror. “This isn’t about Kaia, and you know it,” she said dismissively, notioning. You clenched your fists, feeling a deep sense of betrayal. “Stop playing games. She’s my best friend, Paige. This is about her.” you affirmed.

Paige suddenly turned to you, her blue eyes narrowed as her hand found its way to your waist. “Is it?” she asked, her voice low and taunting.

Before you could react, she turned you around and pressed her body against yours, soft lips trailing a teasing kiss along your left shoulder.

“Stop,” you said, though your voice wavered as your body betrayed your words, leaning into her advances and pressing your ass against her crotch helplessly. “Not again, no,” you try to protest, but Paige's hand slips between you both, rubbing at your clit slowly. “One last time,” she whispers, nipping at your ear, her tone pleading. “Please.”

“Paige, get... fuck... get away from me, I—I can’t.” Your voice is strained as Paige’s other hand gropes your breast through your dress.

“Why not?” she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. “Still have a boyfriend? Still playing best-friend?” You squeezed your legs together, trapping her fingers in the process and gasping in shock when she pushed her leg between yours, forcing them open.

It’d been so long since you last had Paige that you forgot the stark difference in size and strength. You were like a ragdoll to her.

“Just look at you,” she taunts, and like the slut you are for her, your eyes flutter open again, noticing she’s shifted you to face the mirror, showcasing your helpless, exposed reflection. It was sick — your body pressed against her long, strong leg, the girl moving your trembling frame like a toy as she shifted you across her knee slowly.

You moaned despite yourself, the stimulation making it difficult to maintain your resolve. “You don’t have to lie to yourself anymore. Look how fuckin’ much you like it,” she taunts, watching as you bunched your dress up into your hands, giving Paige a perfect view of your ass as you scooted back and forth, coating her thigh in your wetness.

"Good girl, baby," she coos, controlling your hips with every movement. "Lemme see those tits too, c'mon baby, pull 'em out for me." You groan as you comply, letting your dress fall from your shoulders, and you wiggle your hips, anchoring yourself on the sink counter while you move, letting out a tiny whimper of her name. "Shit, Paige,"

As you tried to scratch the itch, getting it over with and cumming on her expensive suited-up leg you were humping like a desperate animal, the bathroom door suddenly swung open, and Kaia stumbled inside, clearly fucked beyond plain drunkeness. You froze, fear paralyzing you as she swayed on her feet, her gaze unfocused and eyes half-closed. “Can you take me home?” she slurred, her words barely coherent. “I need to sleep.”

Desperate to keep the situation under control, you nodded. “Sure, Kaia. Let’s get you home.” You couldn’t believe how calm Paige looked as she smirked, unbothered and composed watching you. You helped Kaia out of the bathroom, her inebriation making her oblivious to the what had just unfolded, thankfully.

As you returned to your place after a long night out with your best friend Kaia and her girlfriend, Paige Bueckers, you staggered through the front door, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on your shoulders.

You tried to calm yourself, sitting on the couch and sipping tea, trying to make sense of the chaotic night and what you had done again.

The first time it ever happened, you could barely remember, only recalling the extreme confusion the morning after—about your sexuality, why Paige, and how you could ever do this to Kaia.

Paige emerged from the bedroom, her demeanor still flirtatious. “I’m staying the night,” she declared. “I don’t want Kaia to think I’m a bad girlfriend.”

And you were a bad girlfriend just like Paige, cheating on your boyfriend with her once again.

She settled down on the couch next to you, her hand finding its way to your thigh. “You should tell your boyfriend you don’t want to be with him anymore,” Paige suggested, her voice laced with an unsettling mixture of sweetness and command, emphasizing her ability to wield her charm when it suited her.

And speaking of suits, hers is completely discarded, leaving her in only her boxers, a pair of black basketball shorts, and a sports bra.

You glare. “Fuck off, Bueckers. I do want to be with him. I might be a cheater, but at least I actually care enough to be honest.” She smirks, amused at your denial. "Think you're honest? All you do is lie... to me, to Kaia, your boyfriend... yourself," she accuses, referencing the fact that you’ve never truly accepted your feelings for her or the reality of your situation. "The only honest thing about you is this," she whispers, hand sliding down to your cunt, covered in your panties underneath your night robe, rubbing and teasing. "So wet for me," she taunts. You gasp, arching your back and screwing your eyes shut in ecstacy. "Hate you," you murmur, clearly lying, hips grinding into her touch. She's close to you now, in your space, and she whispers, "I bet," before she leans in, capturing your lips with the fervor of a lifetime, like you're all she needs, nothing how she had been kissing that other girl, and you love it. She knows exactly how to break you.

Within moments, Paige has you in your bedroom, stripped, and laid out before her as she retrieves the strap-on she had kept hidden. You raise an eyebrow. It's sinful, raw, and dirty that you even find the courage to ask, "You fuck Kai with that?" and Paige smirks at you, sadistic and enjoying how she bends you past your own morals effortlessly. She shakes her head. "Wanted to," she admits, "but she always breaks up with me before I can."

And with that, she’s back on top of you, sliding her strap into you with effortless ease due to how slick and prepared you are for her.

You could see how Kaia could fall in love with somebody as sadistic, careless, and cruel as Paige. For one, she fucks like a pro, rocking her hips into you with enough force to make you see stars, and second, she is incredibly tender while she does, splaying kisses onto your chest, neck, and whispering sweet nothings to you of, "So good, baby," and "Take it, princess."

You claw at her back once you feel her suckle at your neck.

"Pl-Please," you beg, and Paige grins, flipping you so you can ride her instead. "Please what?" she gibes, holding on to your hips tightly. "Don't leave..." you start, your voice trembling, and Paige cockily responds, "Then tell him it's over." You moan at the reminder of your 'boyfriend', grinding your hips to match her rhythm as she thrusts upward into you. "Any hickeys," you finish, and you see it on Paige’s face—you’ve just given her a taste of her own medicine.

You writhe, watching how her muscles flex as she pulls you down onto her, observing the way your face contorts in pleasure and desperation. It flies from you as you get closer, becoming more frantic and wild. "I leave him, Paige," you gasp, moaning at the feeling of her tongue licking at your nipple. "What're you gonna do about Kaia?"

You forget she’s evil, and she hums against your nipple, sending vibrations through it that speed up your inevitable, impending orgasm. "Fuck you every night like this so she can hear," she promises, grunting as she thrusts into you with increasing force.

"Fuck!" you hate how commanding her words are and how they turn you on. "M'gonna cum, Paige, fuck, I'm gonna—"

A knock at the door interrupts you both. "Hello?" says Kaia, and you bite back a cry, trying to steady yourself in the throes of your orgasm, faltering over on Paige who continues to thrust into you. "Hey, baby!" Paige calls back, her voice feigning cheerfulness.

What Kaia says next leaves you stunned and disoriented, but unable to fully grasp her intent. “Are you guys finally getting along?” MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: Paige’s fucking espys look made me 😭 FUCKKKK bae so fine ugh sry had to get that off my chest. ALSO I left the ending ambiguous on purpose — do you think kaia knows?

Small update: guys there are SO many replies and inboxes YOURE KILLING ME

[redroomreflections]

Gentle Hands Chapter 4

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha suspects Reader is in an abusive relationship and tries to convince her to leave

4/10

W/c: 4.1k

Masterlist | General Masterlist

Warning: Domestic violence

Note: i see yall like this

“The Avengers are aiding in the kidnapping of my baby,” He yells into the street.

Dread fills your body seeing Keith on the surveillance camera of Avenger’s Tower. He’s ranting and yelling out into the street to whoever would listen. Passersby don’t pay him any mind for the most part. A few people stop to look at all of the commotions but in the end, they go on with their day too. He’s making a complete and utter fool of himself.

“I’m calling the police now,” He shouts. “They have my little girl in there.” Through the screen, you can see him pull out his phone and call what you assume is the police. That is until two large, burly men in suits exit the tower to grab him. They pick him up as if he weighs nothing to escort him into the tower.

“Where are they taking him?” You ask. You tear your eyes away from the phone screen to look over at Natasha. She turns off the phone screen.

“Inside until he shuts up probably,” She answers.

“And will they hurt him?”

“Not unless he misbehaves,” Somehow this is the wrong answer and it fills you with dread. You didn’t want problems. You didn’t want anyone getting into trouble because of you. Natasha can tell by the look on your face what you’re thinking. “Look, y/n, whatever happens to him is his own fault.”

“Can we go to the Tower?” You interrupt. You know it’s an incredibly stupid ask but you’d like to make things right.

“What?”

“Can we go? We need to settle all of this and if he wants to see Kaia maybe I should let him see her,” You begin to ramble. “She’s his child too and I took her and he’s probably so worried.”

“Y/n, no, absolutely not I can’t let you do that,”

You frown. “You can’t let me? I thought here I had my own autonomy. I could make my own choices.”

“And you do.” Natasha lies her hand atop yours. “I don’t think you should go and see him. He’s unpredictable.”

“He won’t hurt me in front of anyone if that’s what you’re saying,” You shift uncomfortably. “Please, Nat, I promise I won’t go anywhere alone with him. I just…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence. You don’t know how to rationalize any of this. You don’t want to do this. Yet something tells you that you should. For closure.

Natasha sighs. She can’t do this. She doesn’t want to allow this. Yet she knows she has no say. She’s supposed to be supportive. Not that this particular incident should have her support. She wants to be there for you. So she will.

“If he tries anything I kill him,” She stands to go and grab her keys.

You nod wordlessly. Here’s to goodbyes.

You get Kaia ready with her new coat and shoes. You strap her into the car seat Natasha bought. As you click the straps into the base, you look at your daughter as she gives you a smile. She only has a couple of teeth right now. Which she shows proudly. She rubs her hands along the fabric of the chair, kicking her legs out, as she prepares herself for your new adventure. You don’t take cars often so this should be fun for her. You linger for a few seconds, cherishing this moment of peace with her before you climb into the passenger seat.

Natasha puts the car into drive and sets off towards the tower. There’s a random pop song playing lowly on the radio. Natasha is stoic and a bit cold as you leave the unfamiliar neighborhood.

“I know you think I’m stupid.” You break the silence and she cuts her eyes to you. “You wouldn’t be the first.” You look out of the window and then back to her. “I love him. In some silly naive way, I think he loves me too. I just…I can’t keep letting him hit me you’re right.” Your hand travels to your belly, where your unborn child is housed safely. “If he hadn’t stopped. If Kaia hadn’t woken up I think I would have lost them. Kaia. The baby. My choice would have been taken from me and I don’t know if I would have been able to live after that.”

Natasha doesn’t speak for a long time. This makes you uneasy. You’d like to know what she’s thinking. You’re unsure of everything and you want to know how she feels. At a stop Natasha speaks. She flicks on the left turn indicator, the noise a bit distracting, as she looks over at you.

“I don’t think you’re stupid at all,” She starts. “I think it doesn’t matter what I think. You have to decide for yourself what you want. I am here. Every step of the way. Once Upon a Time, I couldn't leave either. I was under a very powerful man's wing and thought I had it good at one point. Until I was shown better.” She glances into the backseat at Kaia who’s surprisingly still awake. “Will you let me show you better?” She turns back to the front.

“I would like that,” You nod. The rest of the drive is ridden in silence.

The tower is not too far away from Natasha’s hideaway. Though it takes a bit longer to get there. She takes a lot of turns and detours and you’re sure this is to keep potential followers off your trail. She is still an Avenger. When she comes to the tower she takes the back entrance. It’s only for authorized individuals and even you weren’t allowed down here. The parking garage houses many cars and trucks. Natasha’s black Corvette is parked on one side of the garage. It’s sideways and taking up more than its fair share of space. You know no one dares to confront her about it. Either that or she just didn’t care.

You’re taking Kaia out of her seat when the nerves hit you. What exactly are you doing? How can you justify any of this? What if Keith does blow up? What if he does try something? What if he didn’t? You don’t have much time to think as you step into the elevator with Kaia in your arms and Natasha’s comforting hand on your lower back. You keep your eyes focused on the numbers on the wall. They rise steadily until you reach the fifty-fourth floor. These floors are usually used for Avenger’s business meetings. No one is usually allowed up here. This also means no one would be coming up if they had a problem.

You follow Natasha into the lobby where a few members of the team are waiting. Suddenly you become self-conscious. You didn’t think to put on makeup or any type of concealer. You look around the room, hoisting Kaia a bit higher in your arms.

“Where is he?” Natasha asks first. Wanda is seated next to Vision and she answers first.

“He’s with Tony and Steve in the conference room,” She points to the room a few feet away. Through the glass, you can spot Tony, Steve, and Sam all standing around the room, glaring him down, not even entertaining Keith’s outbursts. You can’t tell what’s being said from here. Your heart races at the idea of going in there and talking to him. Natasha glances to you before excusing herself. She walks over to the room, not even bothering to knock before she enters. All eyes are on her as she stands with her arms folded. You wonder how this will go.

“Would you like to sit?” Wanda inquires.

“No, I’m, I’m good.” You tuck your face into Kaia’s hair. She’s becoming fussier as she wants to get down and explore.

“I can take her,” Wanda offers. “We have fruit in the kitchen.” She tilts her head towards the doorway. You’re about to decline when you see out of the corner of your eye, that Keith stands from his chair in a fit of rage, only to be forcefully sat down with a hand on his shoulder by Steve.

“Yes, please,” You follow Wanda into the kitchen. She doesn’t treat you any differently. She doesn’t seem horrified by the bruising on your face. She works around you, cutting up a banana into thin slices. Kaia watches in interest, twisting her body around so that she can watch Wanda’s every move. You help her out of her coat, hanging it over a nearby chair before you come back to the counter. “You must have questions.”

“Only if you want to answer,” Wanda shrugs. “I do not wish to pry.”

She holds out a banana slice for Kaia to take. The toddler reaches her hand out before stuffing the fruit into her mouth. She chews loudly, drools leaving her mouth, as she delights in the tasty snack. “I do recognize that he has managed to piss off the entire team. Natasha especially.”

“I don’t have the best track record with relationships,” You begin. “Keith is…”

“The one who did that to your face?” She finishes for you. “I’m no stranger to physical violence from someone who pretends to care for you.” As a product of HYDRA, Wanda has seen her fair share of bruises and bumps. She doesn’t want to preach to you about anything at all.

“I’m sorry I brought this to the tower,” You find yourself apologizing. Even with the distance, you can hear Keith has gotten louder. The commotion has spilled out into the common area. How had he managed to leave?

“Y/n!, Y/n!, where is she?” He yells out. “Where’s my daughter?” He yells. Kaia lifts her head at the sound of her father’s voice. Before she could whine, you pass her to Wanda.

“Keep her safe? Please,” You beg. Wanda nods curtly, bouncing the little one in her arms, as she watches you walk out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

You step a bit further to find Keith fighting his restraints, becoming more erratic by the second, as he yells your name. You try to shake your nerves as you stop in front of him. He calms down considerably at the sight of you. Natasha rushes to your side, whispering into your ear, as the room becomes silent again.

“Y/n, I’m not sure its a good idea,”

“He just wants to talk to me right?” You respond loud enough to hear.

“That’s right,” Keith breathes harshly. “I just want to speak with you and take you home.”

“That won’t be happening,” Steve speaks up.

“I’ll talk with you,” You agree despite Steve’s denial. Before anyone could protest you say “five minutes. Nothing more. Nothing else Keith. If you try anything I will let them hurt you.” You warn him. He nods vehemently. “Let him go.” You request. Steve looks to Natasha for confirmation and she nods her head. This annoys you but it’s on the bottom of your list of things to be addressed. You walk past Kieth and the rest of the team and enter the conference room. You know he’ll follow.

When he does, he closes the door behind him, and for just a second you panic. Though you don’t show him. You can’t show him your weakness. That’s how he gets to you.

“There you are,” He says. He sidles up to your side, his hands cradling your face, as he looks into your eyes. You know the team is watching. “I was going crazy looking for you.” His hand falls to your chin, his eyes scanning your face, and you’re getting no reaction from him.

“Well, you found me,” You turn your head to tear your face from his grasp. You take a few steps backward to further the distance between you. Your stomach is in knots and you can feel nausea making a reappearance. “What do you want, Keith?”

“For you to come home,” He answers. “You and Kaia. Where is she?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” You speak carefully. You know what to say to not tick him off. You know how to play it safe. It’s shame that you do.

“Look, I know,” He clenches his fist. “I know I hurt you and I know what I did is wrong. We’ve talked about this before. I was just afraid to lose you and I get angry and…”

“You make my face look like this,” You say quietly. “Do you know how many times Kaia has seen you hit me, Keith?” You fold your arms under your chest. He doesn’t speak. “How many times we’ve woken her up because you decided to slam me against a wall? How much money I’ve spent on makeup just to hide what you’ve done to me?”

“I’m sorry,” He says. “I’m trying to be better. I’ll go to therapy. Just like you asked. I’ll go to AA and whatever else. I’ll stop seeing that girl. She doesn’t matter to me. You’re the one I want to marry. The one I want.” For a second you believe him. He falls to his knees, placing his hands on your hips, his head buried into your stomach as he cries. Under different circumstances, you might believe him. You do love him. He is trying, right? “Just come home with me. Come home and I’ll make it better. I promise.” He kisses your belly, practically soaking the hem of your shirt before he moves your hands to his head. “Just go get Kaia and we can go home. I need you.” He pleads.

You look up at the ceiling, blinking away tears, as you curse yourself for what you’re about to do. Maybe you are too weak. Maybe this isn’t what you want. He’s all you’ve ever known. You pull yourself from Keith’s arms, leaving them hanging in the air, as you exit the room. You walk past all of the Avengers, avoiding eye contact with them to head for the kitchen. They’ve all been listening. They can see everything. Which is why your next move leaves them perplexed.

Kaia is sitting in Wanda’s lap, tugging at her dark brown curls, as she sings to her.

“Y/n? Are you done talking?” She asks and you don’t even answer. You take Kaia in your arms, kissing the top of her head before you walk with her towards the conference room.

“What are you doing?” Sam questions.

“Hey, y/n, I don’t think you should do that,” Steve warns. Tony makes a noise. As for Natasha. She stays quiet. She knows what you’re about to do. She can’t stand by and watch. You can hear the ding of the elevator just before you walk into the conference room. You swallow down the pain to go and stand in front of Keith again.

“There she is,” Keith grins. He stands tall, clearly feeling victorious, as he pokes at Kaia’s belly. She seems disinterested, though happy to see him. “There’s my girl. Oh, you’re so big.” He smiles. You don’t speak as you watch him interact with her. Tears prick your eyes as Kaia matches his smile. She looks so much like him. Keith gives her another kiss. “I knew you would come home with me.”

Something about that statement startles you into action. Your decision has already been made. Before you have the chance to give up, you speak.

“Say goodbye to Daddy, Kaia.” You whisper brokenly. Keith’s eyes flash to yours. Had he heard you correctly?

“Bye-bye,” Kaia repeats. She’s unaware of the tension between the two of you.

“What do you mean goodbye?” Keith questions. You step back a few inches.

“I can’t go with you, Keith.” You inform him. “I can’t keep doing this.” You shake your head. “She deserves all of me. She deserves to have me forever.” You turn, rushing out of the conference room, spotting Steve and Sam as they step around you. You imagine it's to stop Keith from following after you. You meet Wanda at the end of the hallway where she leads you to the elevators. You can hear Keith yelling again. Screaming this time and you can tell its pain. Whatever they’re doing to him is none of your business anymore. You have yourself and your baby to worry about.

You stand next to Wanda until you reach the first floor of the Avenger’s quarters. Natasha is over by the bar, her head down, her eyes focused on some random object. You’re unsure if she wants to talk with you right now.

“I'll show you where to clean up,” Wanda directs you to a suite a little further down the hall. You recognize this area as Natasha’s. There’s a closed bedroom door, one you know as Natasha’s when she’s here, and another bedroom. This is where Wanda puts you. She closes the door behind the two of you.

“She’s angry with me, isn’t she?” You dare to ask.

“Natasha doesn’t like it when we put ourselves in danger,” Wanda explains. “Though usually its followed by yelling at us. I think with you its special.”

“How so?” You sit Kaia onto the bed. She immediately crawls over to the headboard. She begins to pull the pillows to toss them onto the floor.

“I don’t know if it's my place to say,” Wanda wrings her hands. “For now, don’t worry about it.”

“My life is a mess,” You shake your head. “ I don’t know up from down right now and I definitely don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Lucky for you there’s a billionaire downstairs and a whole team behind you to help you figure it out,” Wanda looks around the room. “I can bring you clothes down. We’re almost the same size. Though you’re a bit curvier than me.” She points out. You look down to yourself and then to Wanda.

“Genetics,” You joke and she laughs quietly.

“You have a beautiful child,”

“Thank you,”

“I’ll be back,” Wanda leaves you to your own devices. When you hear the click of the door shut, you finally sit. You take deep long breaths, feeling the weight of the past few days hit you.

Everything’s changing. For the better.

******************************

Upstairs, in the conference room, Tony stands at the head of the table, eyeing Keith as the younger man rants about how he would be suing. Steve is seething in the corner while Sam stands completely still. Either this guy is dumb or he’s intentionally trying to goad them.

“You can’t do this to me,” Keith seethes. “You can’t keep me from my child. Once I go to the press you guys are done.”

“Is that so?” Tony tilts his head. “See I don’t think anyone in here takes too kindly to threats. Especially from men that put their hands on women.”

“You like knocking her around like that?” Steve questions. “What about that gets you off? Huh? You like seeing her hurt?”

“You don’t know shit,” Keith says snidely.

“We know enough,” Steve frowns.

“She’s not going to fuck you,” Keith grins. Steve raises a brow. He’s trying a different angle. Wanting to come off cocky. As if he has the upper hand. “She’s a prude. Took years to pop her cherry and you think you can get her to drop her pants because you’re some washed-up superhero?”

“Are you really that deluded?” Steve’s jaw ticks. He can’t believe he’s even listening to this guy.

“No, I know her,” Keith shrugs. “Once she realizes that she needs me she’ll come crawling back. She always does. Maybe this time I’ll finally get her to suck my-” Before he can finish his sentence it’s Sam that punches him square in the jaw. He flies back in his chair, spitting out the blood pooling into his mouth mere inches away from Sam’s shoes.

“Watch your mouth,” Sam warns him.

“Or what you’re going to kill me? You don’t have it in you. You’re an Avenger.” Keith smiles.

“He may not but have you heard of The Black Widow?” Tony gestures outside of the room. “She wouldn't hesitate and you know what? I would let her.” Tony hates that he’s referring to Natasha as some sort of killing machine but he needs to get his point across.

“Then I guess that doesn't make any of you better than me,” Keith argues despite his rising nervousness.

“Okay, I’m tired of you talking,” Tony rounds the table. “Here’s what is going to happen. I’m going to have Pepper speak with a lawyer to draw up papers signing away your rights. Then you’re going to take a plane ticket. You’re going to go far far away from here. You’re never going to speak to Y/n or Kaia again.”

“What’s in it for me? You can’t keep me away from my kid.”

“You get to keep all your limbs,” Tony pats his cheek. “She’s better off without you. You don’t have much of a choice.”

“Take the deal,” Steve says.

“I don’t get money or anything?” Keith presses. “How do you know I won’t go to the press anyway?”

“Oh, you won’t,” Tony says. “Unless you wish to find out how ruthless we can be. Avenger or no Avenger. What you did to that girl? You don’t even deserve to be walking right now.”

Tony takes one last look at him. “Get him out of my tower.” He says to the security waiting nearby. “Sign the papers, Keith.” He bids him one last goodbye.

***********************

You don’t venture out of the bedroom until Kaia has fallen asleep. You take a shower first, throwing on a larger hoodie, sans bra, with sweats to match your ensemble. You scrub the parts of your face that don’t hurt to touch. You want to deny the fact that you’re looking for Natasha but it’s true. She must be disappointed in what she thought you were going to do.

Instead, you find Steve. He's eating some kind of sandwich thing you’re not sure about.

“Hey,” You speak softly.

“Hello,” He drops his sandwich onto the saucer. “How are you holding up?”

“I’ve had better days,” You shrug. Your eyes scan the room again.

“She went out,” He supplies and you look at him questioningly. “Natasha. She said she had to go out for something.”

You nod in understanding. She can’t wait for you forever.

“I’m sorry you had to see that today,” You pull at the sleeves of the hoodie.

“I’ve seen worse,” Steve shrugs. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel that you could come to us.”

“For what it’s worth I did,” You furrow your brows. “It’s embarrassing. I didn't want to bother you with my minuscule problems when you battle aliens for a living.”

“Even so,” Steve beckons you over to his side. It’s where he brings you into his arms. He’s safe. Just like Natasha. He’s your friend too. “Your problems are not small. If they are hurting you or they matter to you they’re not small.”

You nod into his neck. As you pull apart the elevator doors open, revealing Natasha, as she steps onto the floor. You wipe away your tears to look over at her.

“Hi,” You wave to her. You spot the bags in her hand. Had she been shopping again?

“Hi,” She waves back. There’s an awkward silence that Steve interrupts.

“I’m just going to go,” He says. “Let me know if you need anything.” He says to you before walking past Natasha.

“I brought the ice cream,” Natasha shakes the bag. “I got one I’ve seen you eat before. Rocky Road. That’s your favorite?” You can see she’s nervous and unsure. That’s a big deal considering just who you are talking to.

“Thank you,” You nod as she begins to put everything away. “Though I don’t think I’ll be eating anything for a while. My stomach is all messed up.” You reveal and her eyes immediately drop down to said body part. “No, everything’s fine. It’s just morning sickness.”

“Happens all day?” She questions.

“All day,” You say exasperatedly. “I’m sorry.” You feel the need to say.

���For what?”

“I don’t know,” You look down at your bare toes. “For bringing you all into this. For making you think I chose him.”

“I wouldn’t be angry if you did,” Natasha admits.

“Because you don’t think you’re anybody’s first choice,”

“This isn’t about me,” Natasha shakes her head.

You understand that. You know it’s too early to be jumping from one relationship to another. You know your feelings are all mixed up and your head is even more jumbled. This shouldn’t be so complicated and yet it is. Yet you can’t help but step closer to her. Her eyes drop to your lips and you want to. God, you want to. You don’t want to be rejected again. So you tuck that thought away.

You throw yourself into Natasha’s arms and she catches you. The hug is long and fulfilling as her strong arms wrap around you. You let out a shuddering breath.

Would it all be okay?

---> next part

[kkami-writes]

ok I just really need to rant and I really don't have anyone to talk to rn and i'm just feeling really bleeeeeeh you know?

I have a group of new york friends (I live in cali) who I spend a lot of time with, we play games together, watch movies and all that stuff. we're even planning a group trip soon and I really want to meet them. We've known each other for years and we've done lots of secret santas and everything. There's one person (who i'll call S). We were close, we had a lot in common and we got along great. We shared struggles together and could talk easily with each other. He had revealed he had a crush on me. (this is in 2020 during covid) I'm a very touch heavy person and one of my love languages. Him living in new york would be really hard. but he's a nice guy and I have a lot of fun with him so I agreed to a 'date' so we had a valentines date over video call and discord. and while I like him, I just don't think I felt the same and again, I really did NOT want to do a long distance relationship. so I turned him down and things were okay for awhile. Then a couple weeks past and I had mentioned that I went on a date with someone (i did NOT enjoy the date btw) but it set him off and he needed some space. which I totally get and understand!!

so back to now I don't really remember what mended our friendship but we were close again and have been for a few years now. I consider him my best friend. out of everyone in our group I felt like I could be real with him with my depression and anxiety. not that I can't with the group but I just felt he always understood me the best, considering he deals with it too. For the last two years we've gotten closer, we'd send stuff to each other, we did buddy reads, like typical?? best friend things. But recently I have felt a little? smothered by him, constantly asking me if my anxiety was acting up or whatever and it's like i'm glad you care but like if I needed help I would go to you, you don't have to ask me everyday you know? and then I was getting worried that he was relying on ME to much. which of course, i'm glad to help but it felt so overwhelming sometimes because I can't help all that much besides give advice, and try to comfort him. and the point is that I wanted him to be able to reach out to other people but it felt like he was dumping it all on me and I was starting to not be able to help bc it felt like I was just repeating myself over and over again you know?

anyway I needed to ask him if he was having feelings for me again because I could start to tell. he had told me no and then I asked if he was lying and then he told me no. but then he didn't talk to me for a few days and in my head i'm like. ok so you lied to me. but a few days later he was back to normal and i'm like...so we're just?? gonna ignore that? okkkkkkk.

and then in chat I mentioned that I had given my number to a cute guy at the boba shop. (I wrote my name and number on a napkin, gave it to him and then ran away bc i'm a big baby). this had set him off because that is that last time I heard from him. the guy never even texted me back (which of course made me feel bad since i'm really insecure about my appearance right now). the thing that I hate the most is that he ghosted me. Our other mutual friend had to tell me that he's taking a break from our discord server. and it sucks. and then it brings me back to all the times we shared and it's like??? did you only do those things because you like me??? like I know you genuinely care about me but it's only because you like me. Like you can't??? respect the fact that I just don't like him like that and i'm trying to put myself out there? something I haven't done in THREE YEARS. I've been single since 2019 and for the first year or so I was happy bc I really needed to take a step back and focus on myself. and now i'm soooooo fucking lonely but it's hard to meet people. I don't have a license, I don't leave the house that often bc my friends all moved away my father is always out either with friends or at work (my parents are divorced and I see my mom rarely). and it's like the one time I put myself out there I get punished for it. and like I know he's going through a hard time I get that, he's been pretty bad lately but. does he even know how much he's hurt me by doing this too? like I get he needs space and like I get time heals all wounds blah blah but it's been a month and I have not heard from him since. He'll still join the discord but as long as i'm not there. and I avoid it too if he's already there. and it's just?? this week has been up and down and i've been feeling icky and god I just??? wish I could talk to him because he'd know what to say? How to cheer me up? and like I'd talk to my best best friend but she's dealing with so much right now that I hate putting more on her plate. She tells me I should hang out with our other friend Z but me and Z had not really a falling out but we didn't talk to each other for a long period of time after a friend situation but her and my best best friend still get together. but it's just??? awkward for me. I would like to be Z's friend again but it really feels like I don't know how to socialize anymore. I know I really need to expand my bubble but idk man.

and even if S gets over it and goes back to normal I don't know if we can??? have the same closeness as before because I can't keep doing this. like it's so unfair to me for you to come into my life ghost me. come back and ghost me again after we got REALLY close. like?? I don't wanna give you all of my heart if you're gonna give it back just because I don't feel romantically towards you?? I wouldn't mind being friends again of course but I'd keep him within a ten foot pole. I can't be emotional or real with him anymore. Just strictly whenever everyone else is in the discord playing games or watching movies.

honestly I've essentially lost a best friend.

this got...really long but I really don't have an outlet right now and yeah. sometimes I

[anonymous-bastard]

I'm alright. Really.

Dad? Are you okay?

@sentient-kryptonite

I'm fine just. Annoyed at myself.

[austinslounge]

Things That Make You Go Hmm... 🤔

📣 ⚠️ *WARNING* ⚠️: Rant coming through

Sorry to keep harping on this topic, but reading some of the comments online just frustrate me so much.

Something that isn't making sense to me at all: How come so many were so quick to assume that Austin and Kaia are in an "open relationship" after those pictures with Kaia and Marcello came out, but yet, people assumed that Austin cheated on Vanessa, when there has been absolutely no proof whatsoever, no compromising pictures of him with other women, and no anecdotal evidence.

Yet, Kaia can be seen in sightings making out with other men, seen in pictures making out with other women, sightings of Kaia and Marcello "all over each other" at dinner, going downstairs to the bathroom together for 20 minutes, looking close at a party together, and meanwhile, Austin has NEVER had any such claims or sightings about him being with other women, yet people just assume that they're in an open relationship". 🤔

Make that make sense! If it's an "open relationship", why is it that it seems only Kaia has been the one to take advantage of this "arrangement"? 🥴

Why the double standard? Is it because it's Kaia? Is it because she's a woman? Do you honestly think that women can't cheat on their boyfriends? 🥴

I'd really like to know everyone's honest thoughts about this, so if you feel like sending in an ask, by all means, do so! 😊

This is just irking me so much, because you all know good and well that Austin would have been slammed hard if there had been sightings of him and another woman getting cozy, "all over each other", "disappearing downstairs for 20 minutes", looking close at a party, making out with another woman, making out with his friends, etc. all while being in a relationship with Kaia. 😒

I'm just curious what everyone's thoughts are, because this is making me so mad.

Austin would have been called a cheater long time ago.

[happilyfeatherafter]

Happilyfeatherafter's ficrec Fridays

In an effort to actually post on my own blog and not just tag rant I'm going to try and start doing what makes me happy - shouting about the fic I've read and loved recently! ETA: thank you @bloodydeanwinchester for the inspiration and impetus to share recs last week!

So introducing my ficrec Fridays.

5 January 2024 ficrecs

Beggars Would Ride by tiamatv was recommended to me by @ilarual and I am so glad I dived in on their suggestion. Combining two of my great loves, destiel and disney's Aladdin, this AU fic has an absolutely gorgeous depiction of a genie Castiel, in all his trueform splendour! Tia does an incredible job interweaving the two stories, with street rat Dean doing what he must to support his brother and his community, and maybe just maybe finding love and freeing a genie in doing so.

Everlasting by @entropic-saudade (art by @golby-moon) is a recent fic from the stabfest bang, featuring a grieving post-15x18 Dean, and a still adjusting to having Kaia back Claire. It also beautifully examines the parallels between Dean and Claire, and their joint tendency for flirting with people by comparing scars. Achingly romantic, Dean is looking for a way to bring Cas back, and Claire is seeking a momento of Kaia to keep close to her forever...and what's love without a little stabbing?

As A Friend by imogenbynight (@thevioletcaptain) is absolutely best summed up by it's own summary: In which Dean accidentally learns about Castiel's porn preferences, and one thing leads to another. With one last chapter pending, this fic is a smutty delight, in which a newly human Cas in a post-Chuck defeated world and a still adjusting Dean learn a thing or two about each other and decide the best thing to do is lean into it with a secret no strings friends with benefits kink exploration set up...what could possibly go wrong?

doors unlocked and open by sidewinder (@hawkland, art by @fluffsnake) brilliantly combines The Winchesters finale with a post-canon continuation, in which Cas has become the new ruler and embodiment of the Empty whilst Jack is busy restructuring heaven. But Dean is not finding peace, not even in Jack’s improved afterlife, and has instead been traversing the Axis Mundi in the search of his family...in search of Castiel. But there might be a new fate to await them.

tie your wrists with leather by kalmialatifolia is a short but sweet post-canon D/S kinktober fic, in which Cas gets Dean spread eagle in leather cuffs leading to this exchange which captures their voices so perfectly:

“Jesus, Cas,” is all Dean says, and then, as Castiel crawls between his spread legs, “They—they smell good. They smell…” He laughs a little, a soft huff. “Like the Impala? Kind of?”

Castiel snorts, putting his hands on the backs of Dean’s knees and spreading his legs just a little farther apart. Dean goes easy. “Yes,” he says dryly, “I thought you might like that.”

and if that wets your appetite for a longer form wip, then reclusive secret romance novelist Dean and Priest with a past Cas are getting up to all sorts in their fic Benedictions.

[sugrrru]

— all i did was bleed | g. satoru & g. suguru

part one: never going back again

2007

“You get it, don’t you, Sug?” The nickname rolled off Satoru’s tongue with such ease that it disgusted Suguru. Because he couldn’t get it, he didn’t understand. He was furious, he was heartbroken, and he felt as though he had been betrayed. But, he was still a good friend. And he remembered the promise they made to each other when they were in middle school. No girl will ever get between us. A promise was spoken by chosen brothers then. Black and white. Yin and Yang. Day and night. The tallest mountain and the lowest valley. And yet, they had chosen each other—more than friends, family– brothers. They were brothers. And no one would destroy that bond; no girl would come between what they had. 

So, Suguru nodded, smiling at his brother. “Yeah, I get it. She’s a great girl.” He told him, tilting his head to blow the bangs from his face. The pesky bangs always fell from his tied-back hair and stuck to his forehead. So, even if Kaia had been his first, even though he had been working up the courage to ask her out for over a year, Satoru had been the one to seal the deal. So Suguru gave her up, anything to keep the peace between him and his brother. Even if that meant losing the best friend he had fallen in love with to Satoru. “So, uh- where are you taking her for this date?”  

“I remember you telling me about that geek café she likes, with the computers and the games, that nerdy shit you like, too. So I booked the whole place for an hour. Gonna show her some of the best street art after and then take her to some of the best food vendors. Thanks for the idea, by the way.” Satoru laughed, sitting down on the arm of the chair, watching Suguru intently, the way his brows creased just slightly, corners of his lips twitching in a frown. “Hey, I don’t want to mess up your friendship with Kaia or anything, so you’d tell me if I was overstepping, right?” He asked him, reaching forward to grab a handful of candy from the dish on the coffee table, immediately shoving one of the chocolates into his mouth. 

Suguru was supposed to be the one taking her to the gaming café, showing her his favorite street art, and taking her to the best food trucks. That had been his date idea, word for word. He should have never told Satoru. Ever. He should have never even let Satoru meet her. 

“Yeah… yeah. I hope you guys have a nice time. You’ll have to tell me about it when you’re back, so call me.” He offered a smile, one that barely met his eyes. It was a poor attempt, but he knew Satoru wouldn’t see through it. He was too in his own head now about his latest conquest. 

Satoru nodded, pushing up from the couch and clapping Suguru on the back as he smiled, mouth full of chocolates. “I’ll tell you what panties she wore later. They’d be coming home with me in my back pocket if I had it my way.” 

Pig. But Suguru didn’t dare say it; he was a coward. He knew the type of guy Satoru was, and he still let him get close to his Kaia. “Watch it, Satoru. She’s still my best friend.” He warned, letting out a pained laugh to make a joke of his threat. He wouldn’t do anything. He was nothing compared to Satoru. “Bye, Satoru.” 

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Now, Suguru was sat at his desk, phone on speaker as he listened to Satoru rant and rave about his third date with Kaia, talking about how hot she was and how funny, and Satoru was expressing regret for writing her off as some prudish nerd. Suguru only hummed every few seconds to act interested; instead, he focused on the pen in his hands and the marks it made against the paper. He didn’t know how he had let it get this far because now Satoru had planned their next date aloud, talking about some fancy restaurant Kaia might be into because it’s vegetarian. 

“Are you even listening, Sug?” Satoru groaned through the phone. Suguru wasn’t sure how long he had been trying to get his attention or what for. “I think I might really like her… at first, I just thought she was hot, but-”

“She’s not just another notch to be made on your bedpost.” Suguru interrupted him, a bitter taste in his mouth. He loved his brother, but he also recognized that Satoru was a total playboy, going through girls like they were nothing but toys to be used and discarded. The lucky ones he’d let go once he got in their pants. The unlucky ones he strung along for weeks, even months, doing the bare minimum to keep them around. Suguru didn’t want either of those to be Kaia. 

“No… I know. Suguru, I- I might actually want something with her. I know I’ve always said I’m not the committal type but… she’s really great, Sug. I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard or had that much fun. Thanks for introducing us. I can’t wait to take her out again.” Satoru spoke, letting out a nervous laugh through a stretch of uncomfortable silence. “Everything okay, Sug?” 

“Just peachy.” The black hair boy responded, trying to put on his most chipper voice. He was thankful Satoru couldn’t see him, because he’d instantly call him out for the lie. Suguru was never any good at hiding his emotions. He tried. God knew he tried. But he wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t casual about everything like Satoru was… and things didn’t come easy to him like they did to his white-haired brother. 

“You sure? Are you taking your meds?” Satoru pressed on. “Are they working?” He knew Suguru hated when he asked that or when Satoru asked about therapy and how it was going, just to ensure he was still attending. “You can talk to me about anything, Sugie.”

“Don’t call me that,” Suguru muttered, finally putting his pen down and directing his attention to Satoru, away from the drawing on his desk before him. “Am I not allowed to just- just to have a bad day? Does it have to be because I’m not taking my zombification drugs? Which I am, by the way. Every morning and every night.” 

“You had a bad day?” Satoru hummed, almost as if he was amused. “I’m coming over.” He told him. Suguru could see the smirk Satoru wore if he closed his eyes. “Granny won’t mind. She’s gotta be asleep at this hour.” 

“It’s two am. I think it’s safe to say my 71-year-old foster mother is asleep, Satoru.” Suguru sighed, closing his notebook and picking his phone off, taking it off of the speaker. “Is there anything I can say to convince you otherwise?” He asked, listening to Satoru let out a hm. “I’m... I’m fine, Satoru.” 

“Well, I wanna see you anyway. Fine or not. Do you want to come over here? The house is empty. Too empty.” Satoru would never admit it, but that was the real reason he wanted to go over Suguru’s.

The boys truly were Yin and Yang in every sense. The crack of lightning and the boom of thunder. Oil and water. Fire and ice. Suguru had been raised in and out of foster care and group homes for most of his adolescence and bounced around from family to family. Sachiko, the older woman he had been placed with three years ago, had been his longest stop yet. But soon enough, he’d age out of the system and have nowhere to go. So he devoted most of his time to his studies, hoping to get a full ride to the college of his choosing and have another four years of housing before panicking.

On the other hand, Satoru was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His parents were the CEO and VP of some big international tech company. But no amount of money could make up for their absence. Nannies, drivers, and housekeepers had raised Satoru, and he could count on one hand the amount of hugs he’d received from either parent. Neither was ever home, maybe two or three days a month. Satoru never put much effort into anything, he never had to. Things came easy to him, not like they did Suguru. 

But it didn’t matter. They found family and belonging and solace in each other. Every time Suguru ran from a foster or a group home, he’d end up at Satoru’s, only leaving when his parents demanded it. The Gojo’s looked down on him like he was nothing. Always telling Satoru what a bad influence Suguru was– when it was the opposite in reality. 

“Why do you wanna come over here? There’s nothing to do. I can come over there, and we can smoke this joint.” Suguru countered, letting out a chuckle at the heavy sigh he heard Satoru let out. “Is that a yes? See, I must be okay if I’m willing to get off my ass and come to you.” 

“Alright, fine. But don’t walk. I’ll call you a taxi. It’s too late. Too many weirdos out on the streets right now.” Satoru told him. He was constantly nagging like he was somebody’s mother.  Suguru only laughed in response, but he wouldn’t put up a fight. He knew how the white-haired boy was.  Satoru could be the most carefree, nonchalant, unserious person in the world. But he was clingy, too, paired with a hefty dose of crippling anxiety. “Don’t laugh, Sugie. You’re a pretty boy… and with all that hair, some perv could easily mistake you for a girl.” 

“I’ll let you call me a taxi, but I draw the line at letting you call me a pretty boy. I’m getting off the phone. See you in an hour, Toto.” Suguru teased him back, the childish nickname causing warmth to bloom in his chest from the nostalgia. 

“Don’t call me-” click. 

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And an hour later, Suguru was barreling into the Gojo family estate, stopping to wave at each and every security camera as he passed by them. When he was younger he’d make cruel and vulgar gestures as if it were Satoru’s parents on the other side and not the family’s own security team. He let himself in, the perks of having his own key, calling out for his brother as he left his combat boots by the door. He froze in the foyer though at the unmistakable sound of female laughter- Kaia’s laughter. His Kaia. Is this why Satoru had invited him over here? To gloat about how well the date had gone? To rub it in Suguru’s face that he had gotten the girl and not him? 

No. Satoru was many things, but he wasn’t cruel. Suguru knew that deep down, even if the pang in his chest never subsided… if the pain never dulled. Satoru was his best friend… his brother. He’d never do anything to intentionally hurt him. Suguru was just a coward, unable to speak up for himself. He contemplated pulling his boots back on and leaving, it’d be so easy, one foot after the other. He’d smoke the joint himself, the entire thing, allow himself to get so mind-numbingly high he wouldn’t remember a thing. But he didn’t. Against his better judgment, he followed the sound of Kaia’s laughter into the large family room. 

The girl was sat in an armchair, legs draped over the side, laughing as Satoru shoved a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. Both straightened up though at the sight of Suguru. Kaia excitedly stood to greet him, forcing herself into the dark-haired boy’s arms for a hug. “Suguru! I didn’t see you all break… I was beginning to think you’d fallen off the edge of the earth or something. I’m so glad ‘Toru picked me up! We haven’t hung out together in so long. I missed you!”

Suguru couldn’t stop his brows from knitting together at the nickname. Toru? Toru had picked her up. This might have been the worst thing to ever happen to him. They had been his friends first… and just like that he had been pushed out. He hugged her back though, burying his face in her soft honey blonde curls. “Hey, Kaia… missed you too.” He pulled away after a moment, looking down at her. She only smiled in response, her big brown eyes meeting his. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat as he sunk down into the plush couch. “So are we lighting this shit or what?” 

He rolled the joint between his forefinger and thumb, laughing as Satoru raced over to the couch next to him. His laugh got caught in his throat though when Satoru pulled Kaia down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around the girl’s waist, nuzzling into her neck. It made Suguru physically sick, the sight of the two of them. It wasn’t right. None of it was right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He tried not to pay the two of them any mind, instead placing the joint between his lips and lighting it, taking a long drag to start it. He puffed on it a few times before he passed it to Satoru, knowing if he hogged the joint any longer he’d be accused of being greedy. And he couldn’t bear the sight as Satoru placed the joint between Kaia’s lips, encouraging her to take a hit. He searched for anything else in the room to fixate his sights on… the exquisite grand piano he wasn’t sure anyone in the Gojo family knew how to play… one of the fancy hand-painted family portraits hanging off of the walls… the overpriced artwork he was sure Satoru’s parents had paid hundreds of thousands or even millions for. 

Satoru had everything. Everything. And he couldn’t let Suguru have this one thing. And Suguru knew as soon as he watched Kaia turn to place her lips on Satoru’s and Satoru kissed her back, that things would never be the same between the two of them. 

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To all the anons and shippers:

First, kindly fuck off. Grow up and learn how to engage with people on the internet who's opinions differ from yours. Secondly, get a hobby. Thirdly, ask yourself why you are defending someone who doesn't know you, will forget you moments after meeting you, and doesn't care that you are up in arms for her.

Now to every bringing up that Zoe what at the party as a defense for kaia's actions and behavior... What does those two things have to do with each other? Was Zoe's mere presence supposed to make Kaia behave herself? Was zoe there to baby sit her and somehow fail? Was zoe supposed to police this grown ass adult and keep her faithful (we'll say it this way since we don't have confirmation that they broke up) was zoe supposed to get between Kaia and Marcelo and remind them to leave a foot for Jesus?

How does Zoe and Austin working together mean she is some how responsible for Kaia at a party? What does her existing or non existent relationship with Kaia supposed to do to change the contents or context of those pictures? Explain it to us like we're five.

"The pictures are innocent. I dance with my guy friends like that, it's not a big deal. Austin likes to work, Kaia likes to party. They were drunk. Blah blah blah!"

At the end of the day you make yourself sound like the kind of girls, yes girls not women cause y'all be acting childish, that think kissing a girl isn't cheating on your boyfriend. Or giving a lap dance to a guy friend would be ok with your partners cause, y'all just friends. In adult relationships, there's boundaries and expected behaviors. Kaia is a child acting out and y'all wanna defend her by making yourselves sound trashy and toxic.

Grow up, get some life and love experience, then come join the conversation.

Sorry for the long rant, I'm just really tired of seeing this bs. They have their own blogs to bitch on, they need to leave us alone.

Hugs and loves to you, even to you bratty idiots. You'll wisen up one day.

First and foremost long rants are welcomed. I want this to be a safe space for people since we don’t get that much in the fandom.

I’ll say it again Zoe has nothing to do with the actions of Kaia. Just because she is working with Austin doesn’t mean Kaia will have any shame doing what she did.

I am over shippers at this point . You can’t even have a reasonable conversation with them. They see that you don’t kiss Kaia’s ass and turn into fucking trolls.

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[fiona moore. 26. cis woman. she/her] is here! they’ve lived in asbury park for [five months] and are originally from [mclean, virginia]. they are a [podcaster] and love [reading] and [beach running]. they look like [kaia gerber] and live on [pine street]. the song reminds me of them is [whore by in this moment].

personality overview:

+ charismatic, visionary, responsible, empathetic - calculating, distrustful, hypocritical, self-conscious  when it comes to fiona, there’s really no in between. you’ll either find her absolutely delightful or unbelievably unbearable. commanding a room comes second nature to her, and her confident aura could lead someone to believe that she’s got it all figured out; but, much of it, is just a carefully crafted facade.

family history:

married in 1996, david and allison moore met while working as interns in washington, dc. the couple welcomes twins, finn and fiona in 1998 and allison gives up her career to raise their children. over the years, david becomes one of the most prominent financial consultants in the industry, earning the moores' high-profile connections. wanting the best for their children, the couple settles in mclean, va, a wealthy suburb outside of dc, where they have since become influential figures in the community.

about fiona:

fiona grew up in an affluent suburb, but she wasn’t your typical privileged child. her dissonance started at six years old on a field trip to the national zoo. for the first time, she saw a unhoused person, hunched over on a park bench. unlike the unbothered adults who passed by without a second thought, fiona couldn’t help but stare. the contrast between the idyllic life she led and this person’s reality would fuel her mission for social justice.  at the age of ten, she spearheaded fundraisers; by thirteen, she was organizing charity events; and by sixteen, she had written her first set of policy initiatives. it comes as no surprise when fiona’s voted most likely to succeed in her senior year. her path is clear to anyone who knows her– go study at an ivy and run for office. and she does just that, choosing to study political science at princeton. debate and policy come as naturally as breathing, making her a standout student. after graduation, the next step in her ten-year plan is to attend law school. however, the harsh realities of the legal system quickly shatter her sense of idealism– technicalities over justice, pragmatism over principle.  it all begins to take its toll and in her second year at columbia law, she drops out and returns to her parents’ home in virginia. after some encouragement from her brother, fiona launches a political commentary podcast called nasty woman. the podcast becomes an overnight sensation after only four episodes, thanks to a friendly algorithm and an impassioned rant about roe v. wade. ever since then, fiona has been gen z’s favorite political news source.  propelled by her success, she moves back to new york city to reconnect with her best friend from college, who joins her as a co-host of nasty woman (now nasty women). but, after her brother's stint in rehab, the best friends decide to temporarily relocate to asbury park to support him during his outpatient treatment.

tldr:

fiona has enough charisma to captivate crowds. effortlessly connecting with others comes easy, but her sharp wit and unapologetic opinions can be a double-edged sword. growing up, fiona internalized the need for perfection. however, if you're able to get past the facade, you'll discover fiona can be both playful and compassionate. after high school, fiona attended princeton to study political science, even spending two years at columbia law before ultimately dropping out. with her brother's support, she launches a political podcast that becomes an overnight success. she's now in asbury, to try and provide him the same kind of support.