#she really deserves it lowk...

[lullambre]

okay, not to burst some bubbles, but i do LOVE ls!kazam.. i just know it would never work out? like i love the idea of kazam... like... okay, so kazam will never be a healthy thing until kaboodle understands herself or understands how to healthily manage her feelings in regards to her lack of ... guidance? all she has is karmas law to guide her morals and actions, but that's a thing she keeps separated from her "true" self. like some omnipotent thing she can't control (she can) [more below cut... this is a YAP fest now]

and on top of that, her mistreatment (intentional or not) of zam, and even other people around her is so? like okay, lets not get upset she killed a naked jepexx, lets not be stupid, the same thing has happened to her before so she just thinks its a thing that happens, its not right but i'll defend her there.

but her interpersonal relationships really bum me out? i think lskab is vv capable of learning, and her parallel of s4 zam w eclipsefed and zam taking that role for her... like zam grew, and so could they but for now? It's understandable why people dont like lskab, because we dont even know who lskab is... like? what does she stand for? what are her morals? she could say it's karmas law and keeping the server going, but is it?

take for example, mawn. zam and kab both love spawn and want preserve it, constantly rebuilding the homes and builds there, but when mawn came around, while yes zam left bcs he didnt wanna fight mapicc, another reason is bcs zam acknowledged people LIKED mawn. they ENJOYED not dying every time they went to mawn. and zam was unwilling to take that from the server

meanwhile, kab wants to keep spawn active, so she created her own, one that actively rivals mawn not just in name but in status, in activity, in function. and she seems to behave so naively about it? she thinks no one will blow it up, but manepear isn't the only one with access to tnt, and sure, re:spawn is above mawn, but it's the same chunks? if the stone and caves below mawn are still mawn, if zams Island is still mawn, then surely, so is re:spawn? i feel like.. this wasn't thought through very well... and beyond that, it's the fact that kab keeps going, "No one, person should own spawn," but mawn belongs to flame AND mapicc... and to a certain extent? even spoke and jepexx

It's just idk... lskab doesn't think through things vv well because she has a certain belief of how people act, and she thinks they wouldn't defy their expectations. meanwhile, zam is someone who thinks and overthinks every action every word, every look he gives up. its to the point that he gives people the bod because he KNOWS them, while lskab decides to trust immediately and then despise... kab is so .... genuinely interesting?

like i get so annoyed w lskabs mischaracterizations sometimes, but i love that? its so human to expect someone to behave one way and be shocked when they dont. even though i do think lskab and zam could def learn from one another, lskab holds a refreshing pov (being a new player and encouraging zam to build a place for himself [i think?!]) and zam holds very wise advice (for a new player whos going a similar path, zam is a very reliable person rn and a very loyal one too, beyond his paranoia), idk i just think they could be an awesome duo and even though theyre super toxic and fit like a dog and a cat, kazam is vv interesting and i hate that people just dont want to talk about it...

like you either hate lskab or love her, and im like... can we acknowledge her flaws and their misguided nature while also seeing her strengths and kindness and love?? i am talking abt lstwt btw,,, vv scary rn... anyways.. shoutout kazam, i hope they go to prom together and have another falling out bcs, lskab reminds zam why he is so uncomfortable around them!

or ideally, in a perfect world shaped in my image, zam and planet go together since bacon won't take planet.... dandelion duo COME BACK PLEASEEEEEE

[coolpeanutmiracle20]

all the glove fans know is easy hot chip ignore jeanette landray and cry

[makiwife]

F the big 3 CL16!

Driver’s Soft Launch Series

Charles Leclerc x Redbull Driver! Verstappen!Reader

Author’s notes: hihi!! back from my year long slump😭 all pics are from Pinterest. It’s a long one so hope you enjoy!! it gets vv messy😈.

Warnings: cursing, sexual themes.

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Y/nverstappen with love xoxo

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maxverstappen1: Where is your shirt in the first pic🤨🤨

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Y/nverstappen date before race ❤️‍🔥

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Redbullluv: DATE NIGHT W WHOM?!???

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Lilymhe: STUNNING☺️☺️

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danielriccardo: the people want to know who you’re soft launching

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Y/nloveerr: SHES TEASING US OH MY GOF

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Y/nverstappen fuck the big 3, it's just big ME.

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↳ Y/nverstappen: thank you maxie🙏 i love you.

y/nf1fan: THE CAPTION??? WHY DID SHE GAG OCON SO HARD

Redbullgirly3: THE VERSTAPPEN SIBLINGS HAVING BEEF WITH OCON IS SO FUNNY TO ME

lewishamilton: congratulations Y/n!! very proud of you.

↳ Y/nverstappen: THANK YOU LEW🥹 you're so sweet

charles_leclerc: P1 BABYY

↳ Y/nvestappen: my haters got me to where I am☺️

redbullracing: simply simply lovey!! amazing results y/n🙌 keep up the wonderful work. (nice caption)

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georgerussell: CONGRATS!! AMAZING RACE FROM YOU!!

josief1: THE WAY SHE QUOTED MAX WHEN HE DISSED OCON IN AN INTERVIEW 🤣 MOTHER IS MOTHERING FR

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A/n: Guys i literally had so much fun writing this!! I def want to make a pt2 because there wasn't really any soft launching/ flirting happening. I lowk wanted to show you guys a little bit of her personality, but I also wanted to ease into the romance yk. sorry for the yap sesh but I hope you enjoyed!!

[ysrjune]

lowk u found an endless request glitch bc i love sending requests lol

sam with a freaky alt gf (but she’s kinda more rock and grunge but still punk like him yk) bc i always find sam fics that are him and some pink coquette which is cute but guys. give him a freak. he deserves it.

ok tank

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// YOU . . . CUNT. 𝟹

I tried my best don't assassinate me for this thank s

@zapernz sub sam or what ho (not really sub I lowkey made him a switch)

Sam had always been into weird sexual stuff. "Weird," which is just usual kinky things like choking, dirty talk, and even using toys here and there. But this? Watching porn with his girlfriend? He had never thought about it. Even worse (better), she was masturbating to it right in front of him! Sam's gaze switched back and forth from his girlfriend, touching her swollen clit and the porn video they were watching.

It was just some regular shit. A girl bent over a couch while her boyfriend or whoever he is hits it from the back. Sam wasn't super into it since it wasn't that exciting. He enjoyed the way it was turning you on like crazy, though. And it helped his dick turn from half hard to full-on when you started talking. "M' imagining that it's you and me in the video.." She breathes as her fingers dug deep inside of her.

Sam adjusted his hips. "Yeah? You want me to bend you over 'n take advantage of you, huh?" He undoes his belt, jeans, and tugs down his boxers to his thighs, letting his cock tap against his tummy. "You wish I'd fuck you." He begins to stroke himself. "Mhm. Want you to fuck me so hard, Sammy." She keeps her eyes on the man's hips as they roll smoothly. "Gosh, look at the way he's moving.. 's so hot." She whimpers.

"Uh-huh.." He didn't care for the guy. He cared for the girl. It was alright since you were basically masturbating to another man, right? It's only fair that he's allowed to get off on the way her ass jiggles with every thrust. Sam squeezes the base of his dick and moans. "Fuck, damn it. Look at the way she moves." The position was now different. The girl was now put in missionary, and she was fucking herself on the guys cock. She was the one putting in the work. "Her pussy's so wet.." Sam's eyebrows knitted together.

"She looks so cute, doesn't she?" His girlfriend looks over at him, still fingering herself. Sam nods and closes his eyes. "Yeah.. yeah.." He swallowed. Hearing the girls moans and wet skin slapping against eachother had him cumming after a few seconds. "Hhhuh, Oh my-mmm.." He fucks his fist a little more, and when he's finished, he helps his girl out. He adds his fingers while she still has hers inside.

"Cum for him. Show him what a dirty little slut y'are.." Sam smirks and begins making out with her pussy lips. Sucking, nibbling, licking—he did it all. He was slobbering all over her like a dog would over a chew toy. "Sam, I'm gonna-uh.. right there.. deeper!" She cries as she gushes her release all over four fingers. "Mhm, good job." Sam pulls his fingers out and licks one and then shoves them into her mouth.

"Taste yourself. Taste that pussy. Fuckin' whore. Getting off of a guy who isn't me but pretending it is while I'm right there." He was practically shoving them down her throat—enjoying the way she gagged and tears pooled at the sides of her eyes. "You're gonna make it up to me. Doesn't have to be today or even a week from now.. but just know you are. And let me tell you, babe, you won't know when you're gonna pay the price."

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[tateszn]

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a/n: thanks for almost 40 followers <3!! lowk becoming a superman-centered blog. i thought this was cute. out of the box premise? perchance? clark says serving lawwl. 643 words.

all of my fics are black!reader

you splurged and brought a brand new camera! it was one that you’d been eyeing and doing research on for a while. you bought it because you felt that you deserved it, but did you really need a reason? you also went ahead and bought a few sd cards. you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop recording everything for a while.

ever since you purchased it, it was a hassle to get you get you to put it down (as expected). you were constantly filming everything, in awe of your new gadget. you’d film everything you found interesting, whether in public or around the house. 

“look at my wonderful boyfriend, guys,” you point the camera to clark, “he’s chopping up fruit for the both of us. what a gentleman, mr and mrs kent tought you right.” 

“guys? who are you showing this to?” 

“hmmmm.. i don’t know.” you mumble while slowly zooming the lens at his smiling face. the small screen is soon filled with his face. 

“should i show what i’m cutting up?” clark is starting to understand why you recording everything is so enjoyable. he knows that the both of you being two peas in a pod makes you happy. he’s loving the fact that he has the ability to put a smile on your face.

“ouuu yes please!” 

“okay ‘guys’ we have apples, strawberries, dragonfruit, and a small watermelon.” he flashes the camera a smile and a small thumbs up. you smile behind the camera. 

“i’ll leave you alone, i’m going to show them my music.” ‘them’, really being no one. maybe some people someday, but for now, this was your own little video diary. 

when you’re out and about, you make sure to have your camera in your purse, just incase you see something cool. (obviously!) clark sometimes reminds you to bring it. partly because he knows you'll be dissapointed if you forget it, and partly because he also likes to record silly little videos with you while you’re both out.

“clark, record me so i can show them what i’m wearing, please.” he’s absolutely more than happy to oblige. you hand him the camera with a smile.

“how do i start it?” he asks with a confused tone. he’s staring at trillions of buttons, he couldn’t even begin to tell you which one does what.

“press the red button on the top.” you giggle. 

“okay, got it,” clark’s face lights up at his success, “look at my girl. ‘serving’ as she would say.” he narrates as he’s recording.

“boy, what do you know about that.” you laugh as you turn around to show the complete ensemble. you walk up to clark once you feel like the camera has had enough of you.

“alright! your turn.” you take the camera from him. clark stands in front of the camera awkwardly but charmingly simultaneously. 

“oh yeah, look at how handsome my man is, yall.” clark laughs and walks up to you to press a kiss to your forehead. he loves your compliments, but he’d be lying if he said they didn’t always get a little flustered. 

while you’re walking on the street, clark would randomly point at things and tell you to record it. 

“look! record me petting this cat!” he says, and of course you do it. you crouch down close to clark, and carefully capture the sight. the cat’s purrs are starting to be the only thing filling your ears after a while, the both of you immensely focused for some reason. the feline soon gets curious of the device in front of her. she begins to shove her face into the camera and sniff the lens.

“seems like she loves the camera, too.”

your storage is filled with videos of you and clark. you dont mind it at all, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

thank you @anitalenia for the divider!

[mike-wheel]

I wanted to talk about the way mike handles accountability when talking to El in the "From Mike" Fight scene V.S. The "Its hawkins its not the same without you" to will.

Obviously the two scenes are very different tones with different stakes. El and Mikes being a fight without the pressure of knowing she will be arrested soon, whereas mike and wills is a heart to heart where they "dont know whats going to happen next." But both scenes have a common motivation; Mike needs to say how he feels.

In El and Mikes fight, Mike actually starts the conversation very open. He addresses the issue, he tries to relate, and asks her questions to understand better.

"Are we going to talk about yesterday?"

" I guess I just dont really understand?"

"what dont I understand?"

Even when El says "you think I'm a monster too," Mike still remains open trying to explain and apologizes.

"i was surprised maybe I was a little upset in the moment but Im sorry I didnt know what to do...I care for you so much."

It is only when El starts accusing him of not loving her and actually showing him proof (the letters), does he lack accountability. He starts blaming others:

"Who said that I didnt?"

"You cant let these mouth breathers ruin you. Ruin us."

"Theyre nobodies"

And the "I" statements that helped him take accountability and create an open discussion, start turning into "you" statements, turning the accountability onto El:

"Eleven youre being ridiculous"

"You know what I think of you."

"You cant let these mouthbreathers ruin us"

"Youre a superhero"

V.S

Mike addressing and taking accountability for how he treated Will during the fight and clarifying he did miss him.

He starts the conversation to address the last few days. He constantly speaks about HIS feelings and not about Wills actions or what Will said during the fight, saying:

"I was worrying too much about El"

"I feel like I lost you or something."

"I think we should work together."

"I think we should be a team."

With the only "You" statements being:

"You didnt deserve anything"

A clarification that Will did not deserve and mistreatment

And:

"You know?"

"Does that make sense?"

Checkpoints to make sure he's explaining well and that Will understands.

Again, very different situations but it says something about Mike deflecting when it's something he can't tell the truth about. Because even though Mike can say dumb stuff in the heat of a fight, its also been shown he initiates apologies and tries to mend and understand afterwards. He spends a good amount of time comforting in this show; it's something we know he isnt bad at. Its only when he feels he must deny, does he fall short.

This is even present in his fight with Will in rink o mania

Mikes face when Will talks about him calling twice:

Seemingly confused and frustrated, especially bc later in the show we learn mike is CONSTANTLY complaining about the byers phone line being busy, the device he contacts will and will only on.

Mikes face once Will mentions El having a book of letters:

He raises his eyebrows, seemingly surprised Will brought el into this, And he immediately gets defensive, saying that Els his girlfriend and him and Will are "friends'" just friends and maybe Will should've reached out more.

His defense kicks in just like it kicked in when El confronts him about not being able to say I love you, because how can he explain that? How can he explain to Will that he has to treat El and Will differently otherwise it could be seen as romantic? But when he can tell the truth, that he does feel some kind of way for Will and he doesnt feel that kind of way for El, he deflects and puts accountability on them instead.

This is probably lowk obvious like yah no duh hes gonna take accountability when hes telling the truth and not going to when hes lying. But i thought the certain dialogue chosen and words said were really interesting and a way to understand what is going on in Mikes head.

[ningvory]

payment methods — ning yizhuo

CW: noncon, landlord gp!ning, reader has a boyfriend but ning doesn’t care, darcyphilia, power imbalance, creampie, cumming inside, squirting, ning has a thing for pretty girls, crybaby reader, ning’s lowk a perv and she REALLY hates readers bf, lowk yandere vibes from ning, tummy buldge, breeding kink, nipple play

word count: 839 words

anon ask? yes!

this is very noncon so pleaseeeee read with caution!!

ningning knows this is wrong, she’s a business woman and she should really evict you and your bitchass boyfriend from your apartment. it’s been multiple time that your rent payment had been late.

even her friend, karina warns her that her weakness for pretty girls would soon get her in serious trouble. but she honestly can’t help herself! the way you plead to her with tears threatening to fall, telling her to give you a few more days and that you promise you’ll pay the rent, while wearing shorts that are far too short. she can’t help but think about ways to corrupt you.

so, here she is infront of your apartment door once more, waiting for you to open the door.

once you open it, your eyes almsot automatically begin tearing up and mouth opening to speak but she beats you to it, “y’know, there’s other ways you can pay me,” she says. eyes dark and slowly walking closer to you.

you don’t understand what she means by that so you just look at her shockingly, “really? i-ill do anything i swear!” you babble out. you’re so naive it has her chuckling.

too innocent that you let her lock your door and she’s immediately pouncing on you, pushing you to the wall and pinning you there while grinding her already hardened cock into your ass.

“w-wait—i didn’t mean this!” you sob, desperately trying to free yourself from her grip but that does nothing but push your ass into her even more.

“i’m being nice and offering you another option, take it.” she mutters, making whimpers fall from your mouth.

your lips began to quiver and you let your tears ruin your face when you felt her hands slide up under your oversized shirt to grope your tits.

“no bra? tch, you’re basically asking for someone to fuck you, pretty.” she mutters, before diving in the crook of your neck to suck your neck.

she began to suck on your neck, taking a deep breath of your scent before moaning. she ran her hand under your shirt to grope at your tits. squeezing them before pinching your nipples, making you whimper at the stinging pain.

“n-ning—it—hurts,” you whine out between sniffles wanting her to stop tormenting your tits.

“oh don’t cry, baby, it’ll be over quicker if you cooperate.” she slides her hand down to remove your shorts and panties and unbuttoning her pants before removing her boxers, revealing her hardened cock leaking with precum.

you let out a unintended gasp when she pulls your hips back to meet her cock, pushing into your tight cunt with a whimper from the tightness.

“w-wait—stop! d-don’t wan’ it.” you cry and try to run away from the feeling of her cock bullying her way inside you.

but oh, ning doesn’t care what you want, she’s gripping onto your waist to hold you in place before pounding deliberately into you.

“you d-dont wan’ it? so whys your cunt squeezing me so well then?” her words are a bit slurred and she’s struggling to keep her pace.

“n-no! i’m-i’m serious! a-and what—if—what if he comes back?” you ask her, referring to your boyfriend. you try and put up a fight that you know you’ll loose, you’re trying to twist and squirm your way free but to no avail, causing her to growl in your ear, “fuck—him, he doesn’t—fuck!—deserve you anyways. you’re fucking mine. g’na mark you up so everyone can see who you—fucking belong to,” her mind is hazy and she’s struggling to make a full coherent sentence. nothing but the thought of breeding you in her mind.

she’s fucking into you wildly, chanting, ‘you’re mine, g’na fill you up’ repeatedly making you moan and drool all over yourself at the feeling of her big dick pumping into you.

her saying how she’s gonna fill you up with her cum as your cunt squirting all over her and the floor. but she continues to fuck you through it.

“please don’t come inside,” you protest, but your cunt is saying the opposite, your dripping cunny is suffocating her cock, making her whine and pump into you quicker and sloppier. she moans one last time before pushing her cock all the way in and holding your hips in place. thick ropes of her warm cum start spilling into your cunt.

the overstimulation and her cum painting your insides white causes your body to shake. you think it’s over when she pulls out a little but she starts her abuse on your cum filled cunny once more. you choke back a moan, “n-no—” you cry from the sensation, her cum began to leak out a little from her pumping herself once more into your cunt.

“sorry pretty.” she coo’s before pressing down on your tummy bulge, “gotta make sure nothing goes to waste,” she adds on. you’re too far gone to even realize what she’s saying so you dumbly nod at her words, letting her use your weak body as she pleases.

[ally1uvsu]

Milkshakes and cat eyes.. / Roh Jae-won x reader

⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Special .⠀›⠀Holiday series⠀‎ꪆৎ starring; Roh Jae-won — 🍨

·⠀warnings info⠀· SFW — . wc; 1.2k

Summary; Being dumped a few weeks before wasn’t in your plans, so this valentines, you had been sulking. Until your friend dragged you out of your bedroom to go for a walk and have a picnic nearby a famous tourist spot.. causing you to meet a certain guy while you got milkshakes for you and her.

Tags; fluff, mentions of breakups, first meetings, reader doesn’t know Jae-won is an actor, fem!reader, initial lowk angst, use of Y/n, also a little bit of crying, he gets you to smile so yay!!!

Notes; Happy valentines day everyone!!<3

For the past couple of weeks, you had been stuck inside your bedroom and just sulking. You didn’t want to get out, eat, nothing. You just stayed inside your bedroom while looking at some old memories you had with your ex.

The days jumbled up into one, your phone had been dead on your nightstand as you stared at the ceiling. Your eyes all red and puffy from crying, it seemed you couldn’t even cry anymore.

You hadn’t been aware it was Valentine’s Day, today was just another day inside your bedroom. That was until your friend appeared on the door, flicking on the lights.

A whine left your lips as you pulled the covers over your head, but it seemed she wasn’t having that. Now, you regretted giving her a spare key. "Come on, Y/n, you have to get up. It’s been weeks since you saw daylight."

You heard the rustling sounds of curtains opening, the lights making your eyes strain as she tossed the covers off of you, hands on her hips as she sighed. "Girl.. you have to get over that guy. I told you he was a red flag from the start, he doesn’t deserve your tears."

You frowned, shaking your head as you sat up. "I loved him." It came out slightly pathetically, making you cringe internally. "I don’t get what went wrong.."

"And you need to stop sulking over that man, come on, Y/n! It’s valentine’s day and all that stuff, since he dumped you.. let’s just have a galentine’s day." She suggested cheerfully, making you raise your brow. What the hell was 'Galentine’s day?'

"Min-ji.. what the hell is a galentine’s day?" And you could see her smile dissolving into an incredulous look, scoffing. "Seriously? You never heard of that name? You really have been living under a rock."

"Damn, okay. I’ll just go back to sleep." You retorted, but before you could even slump back into bed, she was dragging you up. "Galentine’s is a Valentine’s day for best friends, of course! I’m not letting you stay inside your bedroom like this. Come on, go shower, get dressed, I’m taking you somewhere."

Seeing no other escape for this, you had no choice but to do what she said. You took a shower, got dressed into a comfortable and yet proper for going out outfit, and fixed your hair. Surprisingly, you felt a tad lighter as you stared at yourself in the mirror, as if sulking in bed was draining you even worse.

Shaking it off, you met Min-ji sitting in your bed, that was already made. You smiled at her and she squealed, standing up and hugging you. "See? That’s the smile I wanna see in you! Come on, let’s get some air."

The air outside was soft, the breeze warm and comfortable against your face. You full on had expected her to take you out in her car, but now? You were sitting in the back of her bike with your arms around her waist as you felt the breeze.

"I brought stuff for a picnic, it’s already all set up. Eun-ae is there too." Min-ji perked up suddenly, turning the corner into a park. Kids were playing around and some couples were walking together with their hands intertwined. For a second, you felt bad. Wishing that was you and your ex. But today wasn’t about him, was it? So you forced yourself to focus in what truly mattered.

And then finally, your eyes were met with a little ice cream truck that sold milkshakes. You hadn’t had one in a long time, and suddenly they sounded so damn good. "Min-ji.. can you drop me here? I want to get milkshakes." You said as you poked her side, and she halted the bike to a stop.

"Only if you get me one, and get one for Eun-ae too. You know our favorite flavors." You nodded, getting out of the bike and checking the money in your wallet. It was enough, you assumed. "We’re at the slot sign that says number six, meet us there."

Nodding, you walked off towards the truck. Ordering three different flavors; strawberry, vanilla, and chocolate. You stood there, waiting. Until you felt something walk between your feet, and you were met with a black cat. A little 'aw' left your lips as you kneeled down and scratched its chin.

A smile was brought to your lips, the cat was purring beneath your fingertips. But it didn’t last long, suddenly, it bolted and hid somewhere, making you confused. But as you looked forward, you saw a man approaching with a dog in a leash.

Cleaning the small amount of fur strands on your skirt, you rose to your feet and looked at the guy. He gave you an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare the cat.. you looked happy with it."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No, no, it’s fine, really. It wasn’t your fault." Your eyes darted to the dog who sat obediently next to him, waving briefly.

Before a word could even be said, your order was brought to the window of the truck. You reached for your wallet, cursing under your breath as you realized you were a few wons short. "Sorry, can I go get a little more money with my friends? They’re like— over there." You pointed towards the slot they were in, but then, the man you had previously talking to began;

"I can fill it in for you, consider it a small apology for scaring away the cat." He said with a warm smile, and of course, you denied. But he seemed really resilient, and in the end, he ended up paying for the rest.

So now, you stood here with the milkshakes in front of him, thanking him for what felt like the fifth time. He mainly brushed it off, saying that the gratitude wasn’t needed. "It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it." He said with a wave of his hand as if dismissing it.

"Still, thank you, uhm.." you trailed off, still unsure of his name. "Jae-won." He introduced himself as he extended his hand for you to shake. Nodding, you smiled back at him as you shook his hand. "Y/n." His hands were warm.. just like his personality. You were glad to meet such a sweet person, especially when you were in such a sad mood.

"Thanks a lot, Jae-won." You concluded, pulling your hand back as you took a sip of your milkshake. "The pleasure is all mines, miss Y/n." He paused, as if thinking about his next words, and then decided upon a farewell. "I’ll see you around, and.. Happy Valentine’s day."

"Happy Valentine’s day." You said back, parting ways with him with a dumb smile lingering on your lips. Finally, you met with your friends in the slot, and they seemed tired of waiting already. "Finally! What took you so long?" Eun-ae groaned, and you handed them their respective milkshakes, sitting down in the tablecloth they had placed above the grass. "The guy took a bit longer than I expected." You lied, or at least tried to.

"Oh, yeah? And did the guy write that number on purpose?" Min-ji teased, and you looked at the corner of your cup to see a phone number neatly written. Then, suddenly it hit you. It might have been when Jae-won was making his own order, you had been too distracted petting his dog. A chuckle of disbelief left your lips as you bit them. Taking another sip before shrugging. "Something like that."

Maybe life did have its own little ways of bringing your mood up and helping you to move on.

[cheralith]

hello challengers au but it’s polyamorous ryusae and your sae’s lowk toxic but gorgeous wife/soccer coach that had a thing with shidou back in the day but ended up leaving him for sae because he had more potential, was more accessible, was more crowd-favored. you live your shattered dream through him, despite him being evidently fatigued from soccer.

now shidou’s back in your life, adamant on trying to corrupt you and to cause a cheating scandal to ruin you and your husband’s well-built career. he slowly picks at you—asking you to dinner (he asks the waiter for a table by the window), driving you home (he removes the tint on the windows), inviting you to his games (he tells the camera to pan on you to make sure the crowd knows you’re within the vicinity)

… and it all comes crashing down on a singular rainy night where shidou just so happens to “return” an earring of yours you dropped in his car. it wasn't your fault that the rain made him look ten times more alluring than usual—white wet t-shirt outlining his figure, his hair down and framing his face? it was basically a given.

don't think your his only target either—he has his sight on sae, as well. he instills the same plan to him, disguising the secret meetups and hook-ups as just "buds catching up." purposely doesn't wear a mask and lets his flashy hair flow despite sae going out all the way to hide his appearance next to him. the paparazzi gets curious; who's this new friend shidou ryusei has been hanging out with that walks with a slight limp?

little does he know, you've been pulling the strings the entire time.

you weren't stupid. you and your husband went to a prestigious university after all, you're more than aware of what shidou is attempting. you knew from day one, when he’d ask you odd questions about sae and how you guys were doing.

so naturally, you decide to break him first.

you tell sae about where shidou is planning to take you next, so he can anonymously tip the paparazzi about his whereabouts. sae catches you on what shidou has been hinting to him about you, him whispering in the prodigy's ear that he deserves better than this shaky marriage, so you and him can plot out weak points for shidou to hit.

"she seems to be more in love with soccer than i am."

"he doesn't really want to acknowledge his true potential."

if anything, you have shidou to thank. you were on the fence about divorcing sae after his team loses the chance to play for the world cup, but you think this entire thing has brought you and him closer than ever before... in a twisted, sadistic sense.

and as shidou grows excited, more apprehensive about publicizing this affair to shatter you and sae, you and your husband wait by the sidelines. you and him are patiently looking at the clock, hand in hand, and waiting for shidou to arrive at the bistro you told shidou to meet you at, the paparazzi hiding in the bushes away from view, their cameras at the ready.

[waitingandwishing]

*runs up to u extremely out of breath and lowk dying* SBG X READER WHOS RLLY GOOD ACADEMICALLY? LIKE BRO CAN SPEAK MULTIPLE LANGUAGES, TOP OF EVERY CLASS AND OVERWORKS HERSELF TO THE EXTREME THAT PEOPLE GET WORRIED?? MAYBE SHE JUST CRASHES TF OUT WHEN HER GRADE DROPS?? IDK HAVE FUN BE CREATIVE *runs away but trips over air*

— 🍋‍🟩

UM ARE YOU OKAY??? *helps you up*

-> context: if you fail, you'll crash tf out

-> fandom: school bus graveyard

-> warnings/tags: female reader, reader can speak french, spanish, and english

Imagine Ashlynn's surprise when you just whipped out another language in your french class. And her surprise when you two had gone out to a restaurant and you ordered in spanish. How did she never know this about you?

She studied with you, helped you keep an open mind and take breaks, she shared her lunch with you in the library when you were too busy. She remembered the date of your exams/tests and leaves you some snacks on your desk the morning of.

It’s just one grade. That’s what they’ll say. Just a stupid number on a paper... But that number could decide your future! 89... That number made your vision goes blurry. Not from tears. From everything. From the weight in your chest and the nausea twisting in your gut and the way your hands go numb around the paper.

Now you can’t breathe. The hallway is too loud. Too bright. People are walking around you like the world isn’t ending. So you run. You don’t even know where. Just away.

Somewhere quiet. Somewhere nobody can see the way your lip trembles or the way your brain won’t stop screaming. You end up in the stairwell. Cold concrete, dim lighting.

Your knees hit the ground too fast and your bag spills. Pens and papers and highlighters scatter like your thoughts. You sit there, breathing hard, heart thudding like it’s trying to escape your chest.

You knew the reason your grades were dropping was because of the phantom dimension. Not being able to sleep well at night was probably the cause but you couldn't help but feel like it was also partially your fault. Because if you had worked harder you wouldn't be in this situation...

You're so tired. Not just sleepy. Bone-deep, soul-sick tired. You don’t cry. Not really. Just…Shut down.

You stare at nothing for a long time. Let the ache settle into your body like it belongs there. Even now, even here, part of you is still calculating how to fix this. How to be better. How to be enough.

You don’t know how long you sit there. Minutes. Hours. A lifetime. Your next class has probably started. Great, now you're skipping class...

The stairwell is silent, except for your breathing and the occasional rustle of paper every time you shift just enough to notice how much you hurt. You don’t hear the door open. Just the sound of footsteps.

“There you are.”

You flinch. You don’t look up. You can’t.

Ashlynn doesn’t push, just eases down beside you with her back against the wall, knees drawn up like yours. Not too close. Not too far. “I was worried,” She said.

You squeeze your eyes shut. You want to apologize. You want to explain. You want to vanish. But all that comes out is a whisper, “I wasn’t good enough.”

“You don’t have to be.” Ashlynn said after a moment of silence. “You’re not a number, you’re not a... A GPA.”

You swallow hard, throat burning. “Then what am I?”

She doesn't answer right away, just sits down with you and lets the silence stretch until it stops feeling heavy. And when she does speak, you feel a lot better then before, “You’re someone who deserves to rest.”

Aiden is the type of person to not even try and still get good grades. Sure, you were slightly jealous but at least you could study together! You taught him some words in French and Spanish (Mostly insults) though so that was a bonus.

Now see, he's the type of person to always always distract you when you two are studying. You try getting something done, Aiden makes you laugh or throw paper balls at his head. Even though he's always distracting you it's also from a good cause. He just wants to see you laugh.

You don’t remember falling asleep but you wake up with your face mashed into your desk, cheek stuck to a page of notes, and your neck screaming in protest. Your eyes sting and your mouth tastes like stress and stale air. For a moment, you forget where you are. Then you see the planner. The test.

The 89.

And it all comes rushing back. Before the spiral can start again, your door creaks open, “I bring gifts!” a familiar voice sings.

You groan. “Please leave.”

“Impossible. I have entered this room with snacks and zero dignity. You will accept my offerings.” You crack one eye open to see Aiden standing in your doorway holding a bag of chips, a juice box, and a lopsided drawing of you wearing a graduation cap that says 'Human Encyclopedia (With Bonus Existential Crisis)'

“I’m fine,” you mumble, voice like gravel.

“You’re lying,” He said, placing the snacks on your desk, “Which is fair, I lie about flossing every time I go to the dentist. But you look like a raccoon that lost its will to dig through trash.”

“Wow. Comforting.” Aiden slid onto your bed, legs criss-cross, “Okay but real talk. You don’t have to be perfect all the time. It’s not illegal to crash. You’re allowed to be a little disaster.”

You sigh, dragging yourself slowly upright. You did everything right. Every lecture, every flashcard, every all-nighter where your eyes burned and your fingers cramped and you told yourself it was worth it. That you were worth it... “I just—I worked so hard. And I still failed.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” He widened his eyes, popping open the juice box like it’s wine. “Eighty-nine is not failing. Eighty-nine is… A soft flex. A round-up-to-‘A’ situation."

You should really stop chasing that impossible, suffocating idea of "enough." But you won’t. You never will... "Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I just... Stopped caring, y'know?" You muttered with a sigh.

“Okay, okay, I know it sucks but you’re still the smartest person I know." Aiden said, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder, "And not just because you can explain quantum physics using marshmallows. You’ve survived the midterm apocalypse!”

You laugh. It’s small, scratchy, but real. And somehow, just like that, the weight doesn’t feel quite so unbearable. "Thanks, Aiden."

Logan respects you a lot. He blinks, like, 12 times when you speak fluent French out of nowhere. Honestly really confused but honestly just raised the amount of how much he admires you. You're so smart, and being that way is what makes you strong! How amazing is that?

Overthinks everything. Does he say congrats? Compliment you? Keeps trying to impress you but ends up awkwardly referencing medieval astronomy and ancient mythology instead. He does brings you calming tea though and he's also so adorable and incredibly sweet, so that's a bonus.

You don’t cry. You just... Sit there, motionless on your bed, surrounded by notes and highlighters and unfinished assignments that all feel heavier than they should.

Your body is buzzing, but your brain feels like static. You’re so tired. And even though there's a knock at your door, you don’t answer because if you did you're sure you'd collapse.

The door creaks open anyway, just a crack, and then you hear that familiar voice. “Um. Hi. I brought tea.”

You glance up and see Logan standing awkwardly in the doorway, holding a chipped mug. His sweater sleeves are pulled down over his hands. His hair’s a little messy, like he ran his fingers through it a thousand times before working up the nerve to come here.

“I—I can go, if you want,” He says quickly. “I just… You weren’t in class, and I kinda panicked. And then I remembered how you like tea when you’re stressed, so I made some, and it tastes kind of like flowers and regret, but—”

“You can come in,” You mumble.

Logan blinks like he wasn’t expecting that to work, and well, he wasn't. He stepped inside carefully, like your composure might shatter if he moved too fast. He sets the mug down on your nightstand and sits on the floor next to your bed, knees to his chest.

There's a wall of tension and awkward silence between the two of you before he speaks, “I don’t think failing a quiz makes you less of a genius,” he says.

“I didn’t fail.” You muttered.

“Right,” he nods. “Sorry. You… Crushed it slightly less than usual.”

You close your eyes. “It just sucks. I worked so hard. I feel like if I stop for one second, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

He nods again. His voice is quieter now. “But you’re not gonna fall apart... Right?”

You open your eyes, but don't dare to spare a glance at him.

“You’re the most terrifyingly brilliant person I’ve ever met,” He says. “But... You can rest, you know. You’re allowed to just… Be. Even if you’re not fixing the universe with your brain.”

You nod, finally letting yourself lean back against the pillows. The tea smells like warmth and thankfully he doesn’t leave. "Thanks, Logan... I..."

You look at him and he's staring at you like you’re made of starlight and cracked glass. Like you're enough...

"No problem."

She's just so... Great. She praises you and brings you snacks or little notes that say things like “don’t forget to eat". She looks at you like you're the smartest person in the world and then makes sure you’re resting well. All in all, Taylor's just so... Supportive.

She thinks you're so impressive to. Somehow being able to speak her language better then her is odd but she's thankful that you can remember all the verbs (I headcanon that her and Tyler don't know much Spanish because 1: Their dad's dead, and 2: Their mom never got to teach them bc she was dealing with her mental health)

You don’t even notice her come in at first. You’re sitting on the floor, surrounded by open textbooks, pens without caps, and crumpled sticky notes all while trying not to bash your head into the wall.

Your laptop is still glowing. Your hand’s still clutching a highlighter. But your brain is done. You’re staring at the wall. Not thinking. Not feeling. Just blank.

“Hey,” Taylor says softly, making you flinch slightly. She's kneeling beside you before you can speak, setting down a familiar mug “I didn’t mean to scare you, you didn’t answer my texts, and I got a little worried.”

You open your mouth to respond. Nothing comes out.

Taylor took one look at your face, the exhaustion behind your eyes, the slump of your shoulders, and doesn't tell you to keep pushing. You looked similar to her mom, and that scared her. Sleep deprived, pink eyes, hungry.

“You’ve been working so hard,” She murmured, “For so long. And I know you want to do well. I know how much this matters to you.”

You clench your jaw. Your throat burns. Your ears ring...

“But you don’t have to break yourself for it,” She said softly. “You’re allowed to rest. You’re allowed to not be perfect.”

Your eyes sting and you looked away. “I don’t want to let anyone down..."

“You haven’t,” She said almost immediately “You never have.” She reached for your hand, hesitant, gentle. “You’re more than your grades. More than your work. You’re you. And I love that version, even when she’s tired.”

Your breath hitches. And you feel yourself fall forward into her arms, into that warm, steady comfort. "I don't want to burden you with whatever mess I'm dealing with." You muttered, "You don't have to do this..."

"But I want to."

Tyler doesn’t say he’s proud and he acts like it’s no big deal. But if anyone else tries to mess with you? He’s immediately feral. He cares deeply, he’s just emotionally allergic to sincerity since he couldn't express his emotions in his childhood.

He’s lowkey checking your quiz for fun later and smiling at your notes like a dork I swear it's almost insane how much Taylor teases him for it. He buys you snacks but pretends they’re extras. (He 100% bought it for you.)

You’re just… Sitting on the floor of your room, surrounded by the shreds of what used to be your schedule and a quiz you didn’t ace. Your hands are shaking. Your vision won’t focus.

It’s quiet... You always hated the quiet whenever you were feeling like this. Until it isn’t and the door swings open a little too fast. “What the hell?”

Tyler’s in the doorway, wide-eyed, holding a bottle of water and a half-baked excuse to check on you. But one look at you on the floor, burned out and blinking too fast, and something in his chest cracks.

“You… You okay?”

The words wouldn’t come. Just silence. And guilt. And the echo of a voice inside your that said, You should be doing more.

He runs a hand through his hair, visibly flustered. “Stupid question. Of course you’re not okay.”

You try to say something, anything, but your throat tightens. He steps closer, then hesitates. “Can I... Sit?” You nod.

Tyler drops to the floor next to you like it’s foreign territory. Like he doesn’t know how to do this. Well, he does, he's done this a lot with his mom and his sister but not with a person he likes...

“You missed one question on a test,” He says finally. “That’s not the end of the world.”

“It wasn’t just the quiz. I feel like… I..." You groan, shoving your face into your hands, "It's like every time I’m one mistake away from everything falling apart.”

He goes quiet and you hate it. You'd rather have him leave than watch you fall apart...

“You’re not a robot, you know.” You blink. “I mean—hell, I know you act like one, with your eight million study guides and your color-coded pens and your encyclopedic brain... But you’re still human. You’re allowed to mess up.”

You don’t respond.

“...It actually kind of freaks me out when you push yourself like this. I know you're brilliant, but even you have limits.” He clears his throat, looking away from you. “And it sucks seeing you like this. I like it better when you're yelling at me for distracting you instead of… Looking like the weight of the universe is on your back.”

You look up at him and he rubs the back of his neck. “…I’m really bad at this.”

“Yeah,” You say softly., turning to look at your notes, “But thanks.”

He shrugs, eyes flicking to your hands. “Here.” He reaches into his hoodie and pulls out a bag of chips, “It’s not much, but… you gotta eat. And drink some water, or I’m calling Taylor to deal with this mess.”

You smile, looking at him before taking the snack, "... Thanks... I guess."

If you forget to eat? Ben will slide a sandwich beside you, no words, just a soft tap to get your attention. He'll offer you his hoodie when you're up too late in the library, draping it over your shoulders and giving a little shrug like “You need it more.”

When someone (Barron) makes a snide comment about you “trying too hard”? He doesn't speak but his glare says it all. He smiles when you talk about things you're passionate about, nodding along and reassuring you when you doubt yourself.

You don't know when your breathing got so shallow. Everything’s buzzing. Not in your head but your whole body. Your fingers hurt from writing. Your back aches. There are sticky notes on your arm.

And you don’t remember the last thing you ate. Or slept. Or felt.

You’re sitting on the floor of your room, surrounded by torn-up flashcards and an unfinished practice test. Your laptop is still open, the screen blinking like it’s taunting you.

Your thoughts began to drag, thick and sluggish, like trying to run underwater. And for the first time in a while, the thought hits you: I can’t do this. You've never felt that way before. Never... Never been so helpless...

That’s when the knock comes. Soft. Barely there. You don’t answer but the door creaks open anyway and Ben steps inside. Quiet as always. He freezes when he sees you, red-eyed, shaking, barely holding it together.

You don’t speak. Neither does he.

But then he’s kneeling in front of you. And gently, carefully, he places something in your lap. A folded piece of paper. His handwriting.

You can let yourself have a break.

Your lip quivers and your vision blurs and when your body finally gives in, you lean forward and he catches you before you can fall too far.

Ben's arms wrap around you like he’s done this before. His hand traces grounding circles across your back. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.

When your tears start to fall, he wipes them away with soft fingers. You don’t even realize you’re shaking until he cups your hand in his, squeezing gently. And then, slowly, he pulls out one more note. You unfold it.

You’re not just brilliant when you’re winning.You’re brilliant just for being here.

[asapeveryday]

nika smut pleasee

Make a Wish

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Warnings: smut (thigh riding), alcohol

Summary: After a good game the team is ready to celebrate with a fun night out…you and Nika have a different kind of fun afterwards

A/n: I’m not gonna lie this lowk sucks 😣 forgive me. I’ll get better at writing for her I promise.

The drink burns your throat on its way down, but the warmth it brings to your body makes it worth it.

Fingers tingling, mind racing and body moving. The music was loud and the place was bustling. The girls usually kept it lowkey, but this win was so big it deserved something more, so when you suggested clubbing nobody objected.

Being Nika’s girlfriend meant you were automatically invited to these things. You felt awkward at first, seeing as you two were a fairly new couple and this was a team celebration, but she never failed to reassure you.

“You’re my girlfriend…there’s no way I’m going to a club without you.” She said with a smile. Who were you to argue?

Seeing her like this was something else. The lights were flashing, her hair was swaying against her moving body, her eyes closed and enjoying the music. You needed to be closer to her.

Dancing with Nika was something out of a dream. She was upbeat, singing along to songs, pouring shots into your mouth and spinning you around. It was all fun until you took it upon yourself to really dance. Slowly moving, pressing your backside against her front and tilting your head so her own could fit above your shoulder.

The look in her eye immediately changes. You’d never had a situation like this before. That point in the relationship hadn’t been met yet, so being pressed against her like this, your ass basically grinding into her? It was nerve-wracking, and turning you on to no end.

When her hands find your waist you can’t help but smile. You can feel her breathing on your neck and it sends goosebumps down your spine. Her eyes are burning holes into yours as you grind together to the music.

The moment is interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. A very amused KK whispers something in Nika’s ear, and she parts from you. “Paige just puked everywhere, so we have to head home.” She yells over the music. You’re disappointed, but there’s nothing you can do. The three of you join the others outside. You, Nika and KK call an Uber as you were all a little too tipsy to drive.

The quiet inside of the car is is shocking in comparison to the pounding noise of the club you’d just been in, you and Nika were squeezed in the back together while KK was in the front. Your knee was bumping into Nika’s, and although it was nothing to think twice about, your skin was tingling. Perhaps it was the tequila, or the memory of her calloused hands strong on your hips.

You almost choke on your breathing when she reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek. After shooting her an inquisitive look she says “There’s an eyelash on your face.”

On her finger there is in fact an eyelash, and she holds her hand in front of your mouth with a smirk. “Blow, make a wish.”

Nika’s eyes are stuck to you like honey, when you blow on her finger and hold her stare you don’t miss how her vision darts to your lips.

Lowering her hand casually to grip your thigh, she whispers “I played pretty good today, didn’t I?”

“So good.” You mumble, nervous at the change in atmosphere. She’d never touched you like this, possessively, and her usual cute and almost awkward voice had turned quiet and serious.

“I don’t think I can stay at my dorm tonight.” She murmurs into your ear. It’s less of a statement and more of a suggestion, one that you’re willing to take.

“Stay with me.” You look up at her. “That’ll make one wish fulfilled.”

You can tell that if it weren’t for KK and the Uber Diver in the front, Nika would’ve kissed you by now. Her hazel eyes keep darting to the mirror upfront, KK is on the verge of passing out and the driver is pretending not to notice anything. You and Nika share an understanding look between each other, one that says “just a little longer”

-

The lights are still off in your apartment when the two of you tumble inside, and you slam the wall multiple times before you actually hit the switch. Nika’s lips are too distracting, and she’s been dying to taste you all night.

Being flush against the wall, one hand is beside your head and the other on your face as her mouth clashes with yours. It’s urgent and fiery from your combined drunkness and Nika’s confidence from the earlier victory. You can feel yourself get wetter by the minute.

Her leg is positioned between yours, and her lips are trailing from your face to your neck. She sucks and licks at the sensitive skin, smiling at your breathy moans. You can’t help but lightly grind against her leg in hopes for any type of pressure.

At that, you’re moving around the apartment again, tangled in one another as you crash into things before finally landing on the couch. You scramble to sit on top of her, straddling one of her almost bare thighs as your lips connect again. One hand grips your ass and the other gropes your breasts, pinching at your nipples which causes you to gasp.

Your core is pulsing and she can feel it on her skin. Suddenly both her hands find your hips again, and she slowly manipulates you to grind onto her.

You pull away from the kiss to look at her, hair wild and makeup smudged. You don’t care how you look, you just want her to see how she’s ruining you, puppeteering your movements as you make a mess on her thigh. Her tongue occasionally wets her lips, muttering in Croatian and whispering praises.

When Nika starts to flex her leg muscles you feel the knot building gradually. You’ve fully soaked through your underwear now, and the skirt you wore to the club was riding up to no amend. Your breathy moans turned to louder ones with her help.

“C’mon baby, keep going.” She sweetly murmurs, your forehead pressed against hers, her eyes glued to your body grinding against her skin.

You’re tired but determined to chase your high. Nika had preformed for you all day so you were happy to put on a show for her, rocking your hips to achieve that heavenly friction as she slapped your ass and kissed you sloppily.

When you cum it sends shivers down your spine, the deep knot inside your stomach unraveling. You can’t help but slump over her, sticky, hungover and exhausted.

“So good.” You mumble against her neck.

Nika traces on your back and places a soft kiss on your cheek before saying “You looked so sexy.”

You lift your head to meet her eyes, her expression is tired but satisfied. You can’t help but laugh as as you swipe her cheek with your finger and show her the stray eyelash you’d captured.

Holding your hand to her lips, you smile.

“Blow, make a wish.”

[h8aaz]

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[ilovewomenbornin2001]

ok so ik this is lowk bad but i had this idea and i needed to write it lol and this is inspired by the story Flight 2136 or something like that lol ill come back and tag the creator later bc they deserve credit yk lol and this prob is confusing and very fast paced so im sorry in advance if you read this im new to writing bc normally i keep it to myself lol but i hope one person enjoys this and i have another section planned out so i will continue if some1 wants me too :) i don’t have a title so if you have an idea feel free to tell me and give me advice

warnings: mentions of drug use and abuse, swearing, and mental health issues (pls tell me if i forgot something)

this is based in an alternative universe and reminder ! nothing is real ! this is all fake ! they are real people and this is not intended for them to see !

playlist:

dark red - steve lacy

fine line - harry styles

listen before i go - billie eilish

the greatest - billie eilish

xanny - billie eilish

high and dry - radiohead

freaks- surf cruse

race - alex g

piano man - billy joel ⭐️

symphonia IX - current joys

invisible string - taylor swift

7:09 AM January 19th, 2020

“Azzi, Azzi, Azzi! Wake up!” Jose practically sobbed as he violently shook Azzi awake.

“What do you want Jose- wait what wrong,” Azzi quickly woke up once she saw the hysterical state her brother was in.

“It’s Paige! Something’s wrong, look at the news!” Jose said as he shoved his phone into his sister’s face.

Azzi barely had registered anything else but once she saw the headline on the article in front of her all she could read was:

“PAIGE BUECKERS, NO. ONE RECRUIT OF CLASS OF 2020, DOES NOT COMMIT TO ANY SCHOOL AND GONE OFF SOCIAL MEDIA, WHAT HAPPENED?”

“What the fuck!” Azzi almost screeched when she read the headline. 

Azzi shoved Jose out of the way before running to her parents bedroom, Jose quickly trailing behind her.

“MOM, MOM, WAKE UP PLEASE! ITS PAIGE SOMETHINGS WRONG! MOM!” Azzi was frantic and uncontrollable at this point, opening up her last messages with Paige.

p💗:

practice was so bad today

coach sucks

i miss you

i feel terrible like the life is sucked out of me

i don’t want to go out there im scared 

a💗:

i’m sorry:( practice should be good tmrw tho right?

coach just knows you can do good i promise you’re great yk

it’s gonna b ok though, you can always call me and i can even fly out if you really want me to

you’ll be ok i promise, you’re great with the media

i miss you too

p💗: 

thanks

i just feel like im losing my spark 

like no one believes me

well i know you and my family do but like

i don’t believe in myself anymore and that’s the hardest part

i feel like basketball is gonna b the death of me tho 😂

i see you in three weeks though its ok dw abt me too much ;) lol

thanks 

a💗:

quit be annoying 

and you’re not bad at all 

you’re literally number one recruit in the u.s. 

i believe in you enough for both of us combined even though it’s hard for you to see

i can’t watch the livestream so text me when you’re done pls 

i’m always here for you <3

p💗:

thanks

i will 

ily az

a💗:

ilyt p 💗 sleep well tn pls you need it 

last read yesterday 6:58 PM

“Honey what’s wrong, tell me, I can’t do anything to help if you don’t tell me,” Katie Fudd said as she rubbed her temples from being up so early in the morning.

Azzi frantically texted Paige,

a💗:

16 missed calls from p💗- 12:17 AM 

PAIGE

PAIGE MADISON

PAIGE MADISON BUECKERS

PAIGE

WHATS WRONG

I SAW THE NEWS ARTICLE 

FROM LIKE 30 MINUTES AGO

ANSWER ME

WHATS WRONG

THIS ISNT LIKE YOU

WHAT HAPPENED 

PLS TELL ME

WERE YOU HACKED OR SOMETHING

YOU WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS DELETE YOUR SOCIALS

PLS TELL ME THIS IS A PRANK

YOURE FUNNY YK

PLEASE ANSWER ME 😭😭😭

*37 missed calls from a💗 7:16 AM

“Mom, it’s Paige, she- she…” Azzi lips trembled before she could finish her sentence.

“She’s gone offline and won’t answer Azzi,” Jose finished for Azzi, after calming down a bit.

“What- What do you mean, Jose?” Katie asked as she hugged her daughter and rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her.

“Look,” Jose said tears coming to his eyes again while he showed his mom his and Azzi’s phones. At this point, Tim and Jon were stirring awake from all the commotion in their house.

“Babe- wait Honey what’s wrong..” Tim said as he sat up looking at his family standing around in their bedroom.

“Holy shit…” Katie mumbled as she read the news headline and Azzi’s last conversation with Paige.

“It’s Paige, Tim. She, she-“ Katie sighed before she continued her brief rundown to Tim, “She deleted all her social media and won’t answer Azzi.”

“Holy fuck,” was all that Tim could muster up before he grabbed his phone, starting to text Bob, Paige’s dad.

“I’m blocked,” Azzi’s dad stated a matter of the fact, before turning the face his sobbing daughter. 

October 2nd, 2023, 11:57 AM

“So, Azzi, has anyone helped you keep your spirits extra high for this upcoming season as your third year here at UCONN?” the reporter stated before looking up at Azzi who stood there silently tapping her foot, anxiously waiting for the interview to be over.

“Um,” Azzi mumbled before looking at her feet. All that Azzi could think about ever for three years straight was Paige. Was Paige ok? Is she alive? Does she still play basketball? Does she hate me? Is her family ok? Is she in school? Did she miss me as much as I miss her?

The only thing that kept Azzi upright on most days and continuing playing basketball was the thought that Paige was going to someday be there beside her playing, living out their dream of playing together. All she ever thought about was Paige. Paige was what motivated her and kept her spirits up even though she hasn’t heard from her or her family in over three years.

“Uh, I would say my, um… best friend, Paige, you know, Paige Bueckers,” Azzi’s quietly said, silently praying now at this point the interview would be over.

“Oh! Have you been in contact with her? How is she doing?” the overwhelming, overly excited interviewer responded with while waiting for a response with her notebook out taking notes.

“Oh… uh, no,” Azzi said as tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, before stating “Um, I actually have to go, Coach is calling me.” Azzi gave a fake, lighthearted laugh while she heard her phone buzz violently in her pocket. Thankful for the excuse, she teared her phone out of her pocket and excused herself out of the lounge into Geno’s office. Once Azzi made it into Geno’s office, she immediately noticed the solemn, but tense expression on his face, filling the entire room with an energy that she knew she could not escape.

“Hey Coach” Azzi said before sitting down in one of the chairs across from Geno. 

“Well this is going to be an awkward conversation,” Geno stated before taking a deep breath. Azzi’s breath hitched, not knowing where this conversation could lead to.

“So, as I’ve been made aware of your situation with Paige Bueckers, you two were best friends until she um… disappeared you could say?” Geno said while slowly looking back up at Azzi. 

No. No. No. Why now. Any other time please. I do not want to have this conversation anymore even though it hasn’t even started. Azzi thought before looking at her coach and nodding her head, agreeing with what he was saying, too scared to say anything, afraid she would start crying.

“Well there has been some news that came out this morning, her family had contacted us explaining their situation and stated that Paige would be contacting us soon about transferring here, to UCONN, to complete her college degree and was interested in playing basketball with us this season if possible. We responded back saying that’s wonderful and we would love to meet her and get to know her before making further decisions. They also said that she wanted you, specifically, to know before anyone else on the team because she was nervous and wanted to know if you were okay with it. And yes, I got a brief rundown by them, they didn’t go into detail so I don’t know too much, about how she hasn’t texted you for the past three years or so and how you will most definitely be confused why she hasn’t said anything to you but I want you to know I can tell something happened and you need to be there for her and be welcoming when she just visits us soon,” Geno vocalized before standing up and giving Azzi a pat on the shoulder and sitting back down.

All that went through Azzi’s mind during that conversation was holy fuck, she’s gonna be here after three years would she even still want to talk to me. Azzi’s eyes immediately started welling up before she started spewing questions, “Do you know why she didn’t go to college in person? Is she ok? Is her family fine? What else do you know?!” Azzi sobbed as she wiped her face with her practice jersey.

“Her family stated that she could not attend college in person and had to get rid of her socials due to the fact that they had some issues at home and needed to focus on their family first. Trust me, I want to know the real story too and I am concerned for the poor girl because I know this is a big step for her. But they did tell me she has been doing online college for the past three years, but they believed she was ready to come back to school in person and wanted her to be able to play basketball because they know she couldn’t just go back to school and do nothing. I want her to play here because she could be great. Her playing here for just one or two years could really be big for us and her. You’ve got no reason to be afraid kiddo, maybe just the fact that she maybe an emotional wreck when she’s here,” Geno said chuckling at his last statement.

“Uh, ok. Thank you for letting me know Coach,” Azzi mumbled before standing up and walking out of the office. She quickly shot Nika a text, stating that she needed a ride back to the dorms because she couldn’t drive, before receiving a quick thumbs up and an ‘omw’ from Nika. Azzi was confused. How was she doing? Is she going to play with me again after the past three years? Is she going to want to play together again? She stood there outside of the practice facility in the chilly breeze before Nika pulled up.

“Girl, where’s your jacket? Oh wait, what’s wrong Honey?” Nika said as she quickly jumped out her car in a pair of sweats, opening the passenger door and putting Azzi’s gym bag in the back seat.

“Az, what happened?” Nika said softly as she wiped Azzi’s tears as she laid there looking out the window.

“She’s gonna be here Nik, she- she’s gonna want to see me after three years. Omg-“ Azzi hiccuped before completely breaking down.

“Oh baby, it’s gonna be ok,” Nika reassured her before pulling out to drive back to the dorms. 

“What if she never wants to see me again Nika, like, does she still consider me her best friend?” Azzi asked as she slowly, slowed her breathing down. 

“I think she would, wait, how’d you find out Paige is coming here, wait, she’s like coming back almost?” Nika asked incredulously once she processed sudden realization as she took a right turn.

“Coach told me, the rest of the team doesn’t know or the media, don’t tell them before Coach does please,”  Azzi said before laying down in the seat, closing her eyes, with tears still running down her cheeks.

“Don’t worry Az,” Nika reassured her as they pulled up to the dorms.

October 10th, 2023 1:23 PM

“Okay everybody, listen up” Geno barked as the group of girls in front of him shuffled into position.

“Paige is going to be here at 2. I expect nothing but kindness and welcoming introductions, no snarky comments or remarks, and especially no personal questions about those three years she was at home, got it?” Geno stated before staring at the group before him.

There were a few ‘Yes Coach’ and ‘Yes Sir’s before Geno spoke again.

“While we have time before she arrives, make sure the facility and your rooms are neat and tidy,” there was a brief pause before he spoke again, “I have a complete in depth map of the facility in case you want it, now before I let y’all run wild, I need Nika, Aaliyah, and Azzi to stay behind.”

Azzi’s breath hitched as she heard her name being called out by Geno but she stood there as she watched all the other girls leave, some heading towards the locker room, others going back to the dorms. The three girls stood there with as much confidence they could muster up, with all of their nail-biting nerves begging them to leave. 

“You guys will tour her around, show her everything and introduce her to all of the girls, got it?” Geno asked, waiting for a response.

“Yes Coach,” all three girls said before getting shooed off by Geno.

“I’m so royally fucked,” Azzi mumbled once they were out of earshot from their coach.

October 10th, 2023 11:45 AM

Paige stood their pacing her room. Her arms hurt and she could barely take a full breath. She woke up early that morning, trying to warn off any nerves she had before she had to face them, and her. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek, but messy bun, with little face framing pieces and light makeup. She wore long black cargo pants, a dark blue hoodie she had since her and Azzi were friends, and a small silver chain that had a small silver cross dangling off of it with some silver rings on her fingers that she liked or fidget with. She was put together on the outside for the most part. But on the inside, she was an emotional wreck. Her stomach dropped at the sudden ring from the room phone. Hoping it was not her parents, she breathlessly answered the phone, “Hello,” was all that she could put together before she hiccuped, hoping the other person on the line couldn’t hear the shakiness in her voice.

“Is this Paige Bueckers?” a small voice on the other line asked.

“Uh, yes- wait who is this?” Paige asked before she would answer anymore questions.

“Paigey! It’s Drew! Mom doesn’t know that I am calling, I just wanted to let you know that I love you and I hope you have a good day today,” there was a brief pause before he spoke again, “tell Azzi I said hi!”

Paige couldn’t believe it, she hadn’t heard from Drew since she got seperated from them three years ago. Her heart shattered when she heard Drew again,

“Oh, uh, I gotta go, Mom is coming. I love you Paigey.” 

Paige dropped the phone. 

“What the fuck,” she gasped as she scrambled to grab her phone and keys.

As Paige rushed out of her room, a whirlwind of emotions coursed through her veins. Drew’s voice echoed in her mind, reminding her of a time when family bonds felt unbreakable, a stark contrast to the reality she had faced over the past three years. She had missed so much due to herself, and the weight of that missed connection felt heavier than ever as she prepared to face a world that felt foreign to her now. Her hatred for her parents coursed through her veins as she pounded her way down the flights of stairs. 

So many emotions crashed over her like waves—relief that she was alive and breathing, guilt for leaving Drew, confusion about everything she had lost and everything she was about to face. It had taken her three years of fighting for her freedom, slowly chipping away at the barriers her parents had built around her since that terrible night in January 2020. After her overdose, everything changed dramatically. Her mother, terrified of losing her again, had imposed a strict regimen of control that included a sudden and complete cutoff from her former life. Friends became distant memories, her social media accounts vanished overnight, and the family she had once been inseparable from turned into strangers. The isolation felt suffocating, but Paige had poured all her energy into basketball—her one true escape and the one thing her parents let her do during that time. Waiting back in her hotel room were the hundreds of letters she wrote for Azzi, all of Azzi’s stuff she left back in Paige’s room years ago, and the letter from her mom she tore up and threw out before she read it. After almost tripping down the last three stairs, she got to her car and immediately started pulling out, GPS already pulled out to UCONN. She had watched every single one of Azzi’s games the past three years in the darkness of her own bedroom only feeling guilt of not being there right next beside her. All that she knew in this moment was that she was going to see Azzi again, reopening the already unhealed wound that cut deep through her heart and body.

October 10, 2023 2:03 PM

“Oh God,” Azzi said as she carefully watched Paige walk up to the gym through the doors.

“Hey, Azzi, you’re good girl. She is probably just as nervous as you,” Aaliyah reassured Azzi while giving her a small pat on the back.

“Yeah, as much as I have my own doubts, I know she’ll do just fine here,” Nika stated while also carefully staring out the glass double-doors.

Azzi’s heart dropped when she caught another glimpse of Paige. Her blonde her was just as she remembered, long, golden, and bright. Hey eyes matched the deep blue of her hoodie she wore that perfectly hung off of her tall but broad frame. She still walked with confidence although Azzi could see the slight hesitation she had in every step. Her posture was slightly lowered, Azzi assumed because of the cold breeze.

"She looks nervous," Azzi whispered, her voice barely audible. Nika and Aaliyah glanced at her, understanding the sentiment that lingered in the air as they sensed Azzi's growing unease.

"Remember what Coach said," Nika reminded her softly. "Just be welcoming. She needs to know that you’re still here for her.”

Once Paige made the pain staking walk to the entrance she opened the door anticipating the worse. She didn’t move far once she entered since she was instructed to not enter further without any of the coaches or teams’ guidance. But when she looked up to the second set of doors she saw her. She stood there, like always, with a quiet confidence, eyes big but comforting, and an oh so familiar aura around her Paige could not get enough of once she was in Azzi’s presence. They both immediately froze at the sight of each other, not knowing what to do. Paige was fortunate enough for Azzi to make the first move. She took a small step forward, with Nika and Aaliyah looming behind her.

“Hi,” Azzi breathed.

“Az,” Paige whispered, almost inaudible.

Before either of them could process their actions fully, they grasped onto each other like they were their lifelines.

“I’m sorry, like so sorry, I’m sor-“

“Don’t be sorry P, you’re here and that’s all that matters,” Azzi said as she buried her face into Paige’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to leave you, I promise, I-“ Paige sobbed as she dug her face into Azzi’s neck, trying to engrave every detail about Azzi into her brain all over again.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” Paige pleaded into Azzi’s ear.

“I could never be mad at you P.”

[sukunasweetheart]

That schoolboy sukuna art you reblogged got me thinking🤔its a bit basic but still😵‍💫 tsundere bully!sukuna being so mean to popular!reader cause he likes her‼️ Anytime one of his friends suggest that he likes her, he gets 10x meaner. Meanwhile reader genuinely thinks the dude that just tore up her homework HATES her. Then one day he goes too far and really embarrasses her so she starts crying while her friends try to comfort her (he threw dirty water on her or something🤷‍♀️) Obviously readers had enough of him so she confronts him the next time they see each other alone, only for that dude to end up blurting out how much he likes her. Readers standing there flabbergasted😦🧍‍♀️ and then tells him off (he deserves it💀) . They dont see each other until their highschool reunion 5 years later(?) Sukunas matured alot but of course readers still hesitant to even talk to him. Blahblahblah he apologizes, reader forgives him after they hang out a few times and then BOOM dating‼️

This was such a anticlimactic end but i hope you get what i mean. Reader doesn't start liking him until monthsss after the reunion. Sukuna still seeing her as his first love/crush except he's not a weirdo about it anymore. And cause he probably just threw all his focus on taking over the family business (this is canon gege told me)

Literally i lowk fw this idea sooo hard... like childhood bully that grows up around you, little sukuna has always been a harrassing you ever since youve moved into the neighbourhood, and it carries over into highschool as well...

Its like, to the point where you have personal beef with him, always ready to square up when he's around...

but the fact that he never has his lackeys with him when he does bully you, and the one time someone did try to give you some silly treatment while he was watching, he gave him the beating of his life behind closed doors...

Sukuna having silly wet dreams of you and then being extra mean the next day. You retaliate physically, giving dainty little punches and kicks, you know, the kind that does zero damage, but for some reason he backs off easier than usual that day and walks away, muttering something under his breath, something that you can't quite hear clearly.

after all those years of pretending to hate you by calling you names and teasing you relentlessly, sukuna has the gall to confess right after graduation. he just blurts it out kind of accidentally, in the spur of the moment, because he feels like it'll be his last chance to ever come true with his feelings.

except, he ends up getting the scolding of his life, as you tell him off for the pestering way he's treated you, only for him to turn around and tell you he has feelings for you?! you tell him that it was cowardly of him, and he should take this as a lesson to treat the people he likes better, before turning on your heel and leaving him in the dust. you're his first love, and also his first heartbreak.

couple of years later, there's a highschool reunion happening, and although you wanted to avoid it because of the awkwardness of having to meet sukuna, you still ended up going because you really miss your old highschool friends.

you're at a nice restaurant with your buddies, enjoying your time, yet also noticing sukuna's missing presence in the back of your mind... you probably think he's not coming to avoid you. not that you care for it.

things were going smoothly, but then he eventually did show up. late to the party, as if he were the protagonist... everyone goes silent for a moment when he shows up, because he's arguably changed the most out of you all...

the rather bold tattoos done all over his body, piercings, and the black nail polish, how much he's bulked up in muscle. and that black button-up shirt is... well, very erotic. no longer that awkward, juvenile teenager you've always pictured him as. sukuna was never ugly per se, but goodness, this kind of glow up was really unexpected. and it turned out that he ended up taking over his family business, which kept him quite busy the past few years.

you catch his eye for a moment across the table, but you quickly look the other way. maybe he might've gotten hotter over the years, but you're not sure about that damn personality of his.

it seemed like he was finding it difficult to approach you in front of everyone else - he chases after you only when the meeting is over, and everyone had begun to go home. you feel a little nervous about the encounter, but the first thing he does is apologise, which gets you feeling a lot better about him as a person. sometimes, time does change a person.

and then sukuna tells you he wants to take you out for a meal, and asks you for your number... your old, easygoing self takes over for a moment. certainly a meal or two wouldn't hurt, would it?

(sukuna goes home and starts kicking his feet in bed that night, after scoring your number - beginning his lovesick era.)

[rovasdiary]

Hii could u do a Lynn or Annaka shy/quiet reader headcannons? xx

OFC I CAN!!! i decided to do lynn cuz like polar opposites lowk?? idk i stayed up all night making this cuz i couldn’t sleep hope you enjoy xxx

lynn loud x fem!reader . ✧.*

warnings: bullying lowk.. protective lynn, fluff, quiet/shy reader, bad writing lol!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

꩜ you weren’t used to being noticed.

not in the way lynn loud looked at you—like you were a puzzle she wanted to solve, or a song she was slowly learning the lyrics to.

she was all loud laughs and bruised knees, shouting across fields and clapping her teammates on the back. you were the quiet girl with your nose in a book at lunch, earbuds in, hoodie sleeves pulled down past your hands.

you weren’t in her world.

not until coach made you water girl for the girls’ soccer team.

you didn’t even like sports. but it was community credit, and the school counselor said it might help you “make friends.”

you’d rolled your eyes at that.

but now, standing on the edge of the field after school, holding a crate of water bottles while the sun dipped low behind the bleachers—you weren’t so sure.

especially not when lynn loud waved at you.

again.

the first few practices, you mostly kept to yourself. dropped off water bottles. nodded when someone asked for a towel. tried not to flinch when the coach yelled plays.

but lynn kept finding you.

offering high-fives. smirking when you jumped at her soccer ball rolling too close. sometimes just walking past and saying, “hey, quiet girl,” like it was a nickname only she was allowed to use.

she never pushed. not really.

but her attention felt… warm.

and dangerous.

and you couldn’t help wanting more.

you were sitting near the goalpost during warm-ups when it really happened.

you had your sketchbook open, doodling aimlessly, trying to ignore the way lynn kept glancing at you between stretches.

one of the other players—a tall forward named kara—noticed. she nudged the girl beside her and whispered something behind her hand.

they both laughed.

you looked down fast, heat rushing to your face.

you heard one of them say, “is that your little fangirl over there, loud?”

another girl chimed in, louder: “she even know what soccer is? or is she just here to draw pictures of you?”

you froze. tried to focus on your pen. act like you couldn’t hear.

but then someone else—rachel, you thought—called out, “maybe she’s just shy ’cause she’s obsessed with lynn. cute, right? little stalker energy.”

your stomach dropped.

the words stung more than you wanted to admit.

you felt exposed—like every glance, every smile, every scribble in your notebook had been some stupid mistake. a secret written in bold ink for everyone to see.

and then lynn’s voice cut through the air.

louder than anyone else. sharp.

“yo. knock it off.”

the field went quiet.

“seriously,” she said, stepping forward, jaw tight. “you don’t talk about her like that.”

kara scoffed. “c’mon, we’re just messing—”

“don’t,” lynn snapped. “she’s not part of your stupid little game.”

you didn’t look up. didn’t move.

but your throat was tight, and your fingers were clenched around your pencil.

“get back to warm-ups,” coach barked from across the field, not bothering to ask what happened.

the girls scattered. lynn didn’t move.

after a minute, you felt her crouch beside you.

“hey,” she said, voice softer now. “you okay?”

you nodded, still not meeting her eyes.

“they’re idiots,” she muttered. “and i’ll deal with them later.”

you swallowed hard. “you didn’t have to do that.”

“yeah, i did,” she said simply.

you looked at her.

she was still in her practice jersey, hair tied back, cheeks flushed from running. but her eyes were steady—fierce in a way that made you feel seen and safe all at once.

“you don’t deserve that crap,” she added. “ever.”

you managed a whisper: “thanks.”

she gave you a crooked smile. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want. but just so you know… i like it when you do.”

you looked away again, but you were smiling this time—just barely.

after that, things shifted.

not in a dramatic, everyone-knows kind of way. it was quieter than that. just small changes.

lynn started sitting next to you during breaks.

she’d sneak you orange slices from the team cooler.

help you carry water jugs without being asked.

walk with you to the back lot after practice, even when her ride was on the other side of the parking lot.

she didn’t talk about what happened.

but she always checked in. with her eyes. her shoulder nudging yours. her presence.

and you started to open up.

just a little.

you let her see your sketches.

you told her your favorite band.

you made her laugh once by accident, and she looked at you like she’d found her new favorite sound.

game day came faster than you expected.

the bleachers were full. the sun was brutal. the energy buzzing in the air made your stomach twist.

you were on the sideline, nervously organizing water bottles, when lynn jogged up to you.

she was already half in game mode—focused, electric.

but she stopped in front of you, hands on her hips, and grinned.

“you nervous?”

you blinked. “me?”

“yeah,” she said. “you’re fidgeting.”

you looked down. sure enough, you were wringing your sleeves.

you exhaled. “you’re the one playing.”

she shrugged. “yeah, but you’re the one i wanna impress.”

your breath hitched.

before you could respond, she reached out and tugged gently at your hoodie drawstring.

“hey,” she said. “thanks for coming.”

“i always come,” you whispered.

her grin softened. “i know. but it still means something.”

you didn’t know how to say all the things you felt in that moment.

that being near her made you feel brave.

that maybe you liked her more than you’d meant to.

that maybe she wasn’t just a crush anymore.

so instead, you pulled your sleeve up and offered her a hair tie from your wrist.

“for luck,” you mumbled.

she stared at it like it was a gold medal.

then she tied it onto her wrist, nodded once, and jogged off to join the team.

you watched her go, heart pounding.

the game was rough. close. sweaty. full of shouting and missed shots and penalties that made the crowd groan.

but lynn was on fire.

and after the final goal—hers, of course—the whole team erupted.

you were still packing up the cooler when someone threw their arms around you.

“we won, shy girl!” lynn practically yelled in your ear.

you stumbled back a little, laughing despite yourself.

she pulled away just enough to look at you, eyes bright and wild with adrenaline.

then she paused.

“can i—?”

you knew what she was asking.

you nodded.

and then she kissed you.

not a big, dramatic kiss. not the kind that drew attention.

just a quick, soft press of her lips against yours, like a promise.

you froze.

then melted.

when she pulled back, she was grinning.

“been wanting to do that all season.”

you stared at her, dazed. “you’re… crazy.”

“you like it,” she teased.

you rolled your eyes. but you didn’t deny it.

you still weren’t used to being noticed.

but being loved—slowly, gently, fiercely—by someone like lynn loud?

yeah.

you could get used to that.

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rova’s notes ౨ৎ

so… what do yall thinkkkkk??? i’ve been writing a lot of annaka and wanted to switch it up. thank you for the ask! hi poppy ily

[hitmeharderandsofter]

Hi! Pls could u write a Billie fic where reader is at uni and all her deadlines are hitting at once so she’s super overwhelmed and stressed and Bills just takes care of her? Like makes her favourite food and helps her organise herself etc?

hi anon!!! I'm so sorry that this fic took me forever to do but schools lowk been fucking me over so bad and I recently had surgery done but I'm glad to be back!

overwhelmed

I don't think this needs any warnings besides like really bad writing, a bad ending 💔, THIS SHIT BEING SHORT AS FUCK and girlfriends being girlfriends (I LOVE WLW RAHH)

"baby it's been hours"

"I know billie but it's just all this work is due tomorrow-"

"hey, you're gonna stress yourself out even further if you keep burying yourself under all this work. take a break with me and let me take care of you for a bit.."

you finally look at your girlfriend after having your eyes glued to your paper-littered desk and a small nod comes from you before billie immediately pulls you in for a hug

"I promise you'll get through all this work, but you can't burn yourself out.."

after a little more convincing, she pulls you from your desk and takes you downstairs to the kitchen

"have you eaten anything yet my love?"

"no.. I've been studying all day, I really have to turn this paper in-"

suddenly, a plate of food lands in front of you

"I got food from our favorite vegan place today, I tried knocking on your door but I don't think you heard me..."

billie sits down next to you and waits for you to take a bite

"billie you really didn't have to get me food.."

"if I didn't, you would've gone the whole day without eating and I can't just let that happen.."

a small frown forms on her face once that sentence leaves her mouth

"I'm worried about my girl and she deserves to be treated right.."

you take a bite of the food and quickly finish eating, you hadn't noticed how hungry you've gotten over time since you started studying

billie watches as you finish the food she had bought for you, she places your plate in the sink

"c'mon let's get your hair out of your face"

she guides you into her room and sits you down on her bed before pulling out a hairbrush.

"let me know if it hurts.."

you nod and let billie brush through your hair. after some brushes, you didn't notice how knotted your hair had gotten.

you must've fallen asleep while doing your work and didn't bother to fix it when you woke up, snapping right back into finishing your essays and other papers your teachers had given you.

"feel good?"

"mhm... thank you bills.."

billie eventually ties your hair up and let's you fall against the pillows

"someone's tired aren't they?"

a small yawn escapes your mouth

"just a little bit, I could use a nap.."

billie smiles and pulls the covers over the both of you

"I'll be right here when you wake up.. and maybe I can help you with some of your work"

"that would be really nice billie.."

"I'm always here for you love I promise... just don't forget to take care of yourself.."

you give billie one final nod before quickly falling asleep.

she's really everything you could ever ask for..

---------------------------------------------------

hi loves! it's mari and as I said in the beginning, I'm glad to be back! I honestly relate to this ask because I've had so much school work pile on top of me and it's becoming so much to take care of 😓 with that, I'm on break from school and should have another fic coming out for you guys soon!

- with love, mari ♡