#Filler post lowkey

[thefirstisopod]

I hope u guys get the reference or ts is gonna be real awkward

[nickloonie]

thinking about you is so stickvin to me. in many ways. dont let me talk about it

[skeletonenthusiasts]

Geno Sans Graphic.

F2U with Reblog. [ ! ] This Graphic was made for Simply Plural. It may have to be resized for rentry. Art credits —[ ! ]— alt coloring after cut.

[skeptiiciizm]

Lord of the Seas himself 🌊

I drew him twinkier than I intended but I still like how he came out. Esp the colors yummy yum

[twilight-deviant]

Just gonna put some BA 1x04 Fisk thoughts down. Honestly, don't even read this.

I wish I had more to dissect in Born Again, but so much of it is very surface level, innit. Like yeah, Vanessa moved closer on the couch in therapy, and now she and Fisk have the short side of the table between them instead of the long. She's making an effort. They're becoming close again. Blah, blah, blah. Very apparent symbolism we all noticed. I feel like I'm being starved of anything nutritious.

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I hate you therapy plot. I hate you so much. You're so dumb and unnecessary. (You won't see me reblogging gifs of it or anything because I don't support this filler trash.)

Also Heather's kind of a not great, not at all impartial therapist, isn't she? "Vanessa, tell me what interested you about another man right here in front of Wilson." It's kinda clear Heather doesn't like Fisk, and considering how much she's listened to her boyfriend talk smack about him (before even meeting), I'd question how she ever could be impartial. Girl, maybe recuse yourself? I still can't believe we wasted Heather Glenn's name on this nonsense. (◡_◡)

And I feel like no one mentions how dirty they're doing Vanessa by making her have an affair. You can tell how desperately they want to justify their own decision by constantly bringing it back to Fisk's mental breakdown absence and even having Vanessa condemn her mother's behavior in a similar situation. (Do two women's wrongs make a right, or does BA just hate women?) I'm sorry, I think I just lack patience for writing that wants a bad plot and then bends over backwards and breaks characters to force them into it. And still there is no indication of why they're doing this to Vanessa and the relationship, and I assume whatever payoff they have in mind will hardly be worth the destruction.

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Love to get a, "When I was a boy." Followed by Fisk not answering a question for 3-to-5 business days. BA doing something right. ............Hate how they didn't stick the landing. Guys, the topic was domestic abuse. All you had to do was have Fisk mention the violence he learned from his father, but the one thing he did not learn to commit was how the man treated his mother. You came so close. 🤏 I'm actually quite angry they didn't mention Marlene at all in that moment (making the subject of abuse about the abuser and forgetting the victim), but I'm holding it in so well. 👍

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That said, I kinda look forward to that basement being where Fisk keeps Adam and Rabbit in a Snowstorm. Since we know from trailers that this scene exists.

Considering Fisk's return to wearing white and us seeing Vanessa attend the gala, thus being active in Fisk's political life, I think it's safe to say one of both of them will kill this man. Also, Vanessa obviously doesn't care about Adam. Never did. She just wants to see Fisk be himself again, with her. Something we could have arrived at in multiple ways without making Vanessa have an affair.

At least now we know the identity of the long-haired guy Fisk was fighting in that basement in the trailer.

I truly, genuinely wish I cared more, but that's all going to depend on if they can write/direct this with any sort of competence. I'm keeping my expectations on the ground.

But I would like to thank shipperfiendobssesser for bringing a very obvious fact to my attention. It's now canon that Fisk is perfectly at ease keeping another man imprisoned in a cage for his own pleasure. ლ(╹◡╹ლ) I will take this vindication to heart as I continue writing said plot with Fisk/Matt. 🙏

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And then... I do think BA fails at making Fisk smart. One of the most clever things he said all of 1x04 was knowing that Heather asked Vanessa about her safety when he left the room. (This would notably be from one of the scenes they reshot after changes.)

The whole thing at the docks, I uuuugh. Yes, he's new to politics, and no, he is not college educated. But he's also one of the most aggressively self-taught characters imaginable. Someone who has read political science books since he was a child. He would especially learn as much as he could in the months before becoming mayor. Fisk does not suffer his own ignorance. (Remember in S2 when we see him in prison and he fills notebooks learning every single thing going on inside the walls??? Then he's running the place within months. That's Fisk!) But they want to paint him as entirely ignorant of bureaucracy so they can portray a slip in composure and a build of frustration. They want to lay the groundwork of him falling back into his old ways because he can't accomplish anything "the right way." Baby girl, I got news. Someone can have implicit understanding of the system and still not accomplish anything. That's politics. You didn't have to make Fisk ignorant to get the point across.

I dunno. It just sorta feels like... Well, you know how people say something along the lines of "you can't write a character smarter than yourself"? I feel like we're trapped in that. I wouldn't necessarily say the BA writers are dumb. Because I don't know them. (Not that I would dismiss it either.) I can say their writing is dumbing Fisk down. Because it is.

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And now that they confirm one dirty cop isn't responsible for Hector's death, I have to live in fear that writing will try to turn it around to pin on Fisk. (Due to a lack of other options right now. It's not going to be Frank, Bullseye, or Muse.) Even though it makes no sense whatsoever and contradicts everything established. I've already rambled about why. So even if it doesn't come true, I have to worry that it will. I'm tired.

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I kinda don't want to touch on the whole singing joke. It's whatever. More filler. Meh. But I guess I will. First off, Fisk loves kids, so jot that down. I would have loved a little something more than him mentally scratching at the door to leave. Second, they're being so unbelievably sloppy pushing a narrative of, "Fisk doesn't care about the people. He just wants to rule New York as a king." Especially apparent playing him not caring about the Latvian photo op versus Matt knowing/talking about Latvian Heritage Day. Seeeeeee? Villain versus hero, yes?

Sometimes I want to believe people understand Fisk. I thought by making him a co-lead character, BA would take the time to show his dimensions. But they're not interested in that. It's too much effort to say, "Fisk is a bad man who also cares about the people," and they can't be bothered. Too few writers are immune to the two-dimensional villain trap.

I think about the genius of DD S1 and how they had the forethought to introduce his kinder, human side with Vanessa first and then show the villain. I don't think we can ever have understanding like that again. I don't think we'll even get something like the comics where he's sided with heroes multiple times to protect citizens because they're what matter most.

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Born Again is writing my favorite character wrong, and I'm being so brave about it. 🥺 (Yes, there are aspects I still appreciate and maybe even adore, but they sure do feel outweighed.)

That's okay though. I already decided none of this is canon to the original series. Daredevil ended with 3x13. This is another reality in the multiverse. 👍

[sorrowfulwill]

UGH I fucking LOVE my blue cheese stick triangle wife guy he’s my favorite I love him

[agiidraws]

inktober 2024

day 6 • trek

[dannyriccsystem]

could you do one for oscar piastri dating a Rockstar!reader and she's just that hot messy person, kinda like vic de angelis from maneskin 👉👈 I really like the opposites attract trope

OH, MAKE ME OVER!

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Oscar 😍

SUMMARY: The internet is obsessed with the opposites attract dynamic you, an infamous rockstar, share with your racer boyfriend!

WARNINGS: Fluff, mature, sex jokes

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Rockstar!Reader

NOTE: This really reminded me of prime Gwen Stefani and Courtney Love, so I threw in a few pics of them (as well as vic) as face claims! Also, I put Generic Band Name as a filler for people to insert whatever they want, but lowkey that’s a fire ass name for a band so I went with it.

your.username

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your.username Happy to have put on such a successful series of shows, sad it’s come to an end. Thank you everyone for your endless support! 🤘

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generic.band.name - Is it hot in here? 🥵

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username1 - SO MAD I NEVER GOT TO SEE THEM PERFORM LIVE!

username2 - You’re so beautiful, please never date a man

username3 - Yeah… About that

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mclaren - We’ll keep you company in the paddock 😼

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your.username - Smooth 🤔

> username4 - Why does she have a whole car brand commenting?

> username5 - 💀??

username6 - Some fans are so clueless it’s entertaining

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oscarpiastri - I finally get my girlfriend to myself

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username7 - He says as he proceeds to spent 90% of his time racing

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username8 - Who is you? 😭

> username9 - Please tell me you’re joking

oscarpiastri

🎵 Generic Band Name • Sunday Morning

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oscarpiastri Decent race

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your.username - WOOO OSCAR P1ASTRI 😍

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username10 - Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😆

username11 - We love a supportive girlfriend

oscarpiastri - WOOO Y/N!

username12 - He used a song from her band 😞 I’m so jealous of them

username13 - They make me feel so lonely

mclaren - The griddy was a choice!

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your.username - I thought it was 🔥🔥

username14 - I aspire to be like him and Y/N

Y/N’S MESSAGES ☆

f1

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f1 Breaking: Y/N, lead singer and guitarist of Generic Band Name, trades in backstage passes for paddock passes as she is spotted at the Imola Grand Prix!

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username15 - When are we gonna start giving REAL fans paddock passes instead of just famous people 🙄

your.username - I’ve been watching F1 for as long as I can remember! Hope this helps🤗

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> username16 - I live to be like you

oscarpiastri - Please don’t tell her but I kinda have a crush on her

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username17 - Oooo @/your.username

your.username - Wait really 🥹🥹

> oscarpiastri - 🙈🙈

mclaren - That’s our girl!

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your.username - Loyal to the papaya team 🧡🫡

scuderiaferrari - We’re huge fans over here at Ferrari! 🤘

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your.username - Dw guys I’ll sneak over there

username18 - Atp let Y/N drive the damn cars.

username19 - She’d perform better than Lance 😭

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oscarpiastri Gotta post my good luck charm before the race 😉 My beautiful girl

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username20 - he’s so boyfriend

username21 - Y/N MENTION?? “MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL” ??? OHHHHH MY GOD

username22 - You mean to tell me you guys have been… Doing it…?

your.username - This made me laugh so hard Oh My God

username23 - Oscar Piastri dating a rockstar is exactly what society needed

username24 - She’s so pretty

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username25 - HARD LAUNCH AHHH

your.username - Bring home another one, Osc 🏆🧡

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mclaren - Maybe she’ll serenade us if we win!

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generic.band.name - Alright Romeo… Make sure you return our lead after you’re done playing cars 😉

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oscarpiastri - I’ll return her once I start losing.

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your.username I’m not a waitress but I’ll take his tip-💣💥

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oscarpiastri - WHAT IS THIS CAPTION

oscarpiastri - HEY TAKE THIS DOWN 😭

username26 - He posted beautiful pictures and she’s slutting him out HELP

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username27 - This about sums up their dynamic

username8 - Oh my God that random guy is your BOYFRIEND? I’m sorry for what I said

username2 - NOOO

username28 - A permanent Oscar post? No way 👀

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oscarpiastri - Okay fine whatever ily

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your.username - Awww 🥰

> oscarpiastri - ❤️

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lando - EWWW EW EW EW DELETE THIS NOW EW

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your.username - 😐 YOU HATE LOVE 😐

username29 - I like this one. Can Y/N fans adopt him

TIME STOPS FOR YOU when you step into the McLaren garage. Your Doc Martens squeak with every step, shining in the blistering Miami sun that tauntingly hangs high in the sky. Sweat glistens on your forehead, threatening to wipe away your bold makeup. The sunglasses perched atop your hair go unused, while you opt to shield your eyes from the glaring light with your hand.

It didn’t matter how hot it was, you’d still be sporting that same leather jacket, paired with a cropped shirt, slanted at the shoulders. Beneath that you wore a denim skirt that hugged your thighs, layered above torn tights. You were a statement in the paddock, incomparable to the model-like wives and girlfriends of the other drivers. No shade to them, though. Those were your girls, and despite your physical differences, you adored them more than anything. It was important to stick together.

“That outfit could use a little less… Orange.” Oscar perked up like a pathetic dog at the sound of your voice, whipping around to face you with a soft smile. He had already seen you multiple times throughout the race weekend— Hell, the two of you shared a hotel room, but it had been awhile since you showed up on a Sunday, and he was more excited than ever before.

“It’s papaya,” He responded coolly. With every step you took towards him, you could feel that nonchalant demeanor begin to chip away. He was putty in your hands. When you were nearly chest to chest, Oscar grinned; he was showing his teeth. “Hey, rockstar.”

Your hand darted out, grabbing the collar of his suit. “Hi, hotshot.” You, rather aggressively, pulled him down for a kiss unlike any other. It was a rather passionate smack of the lips— Certainly enough to make every nearby mechanic awkwardly avert their eyes, trying to focus on anything but the spectacle you’ve made.

“Barely five minutes and you’ve already hijacked my garage,” Oscar chuckled, his voice as relaxed as ever. Seemed like he was nearly unfazed by the kiss.

You tilted your head, slowly releasing the grip you had on him. He straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest. You shamelessly eyed his muscles, which flexed underneath the race suit. “This place? It needed some flair, that’s all.” Your eyes dragged down his figure, and then back up. “Missed you in this suit.”

“Did you now?” He grinned, contrasting your sultry smirk. “I missed seeing you here myself. It was quiet. Too quiet.” Oscar Piastri liked being left alone in the quiet until he met you. Then he started to crave some noise in his life, which was suddenly filled with dirty rock lyrics and grungy music.

“Careful, Osc. You almost showed a bit of emotion there,” You teased. He had shown every side to you, bared even his most vulnerable moments, but it was fun to mock his forwardly monotone behavior.

“You have that effect on me. When you’re here… It’s like I can breathe again.”

“Good,” Your tone sounded sincere as you cupped his cheeks. “I just got back from a very harrowing tour, so I need you to come back to me in one piece. Save me another heart attack.” You pulled him in for another kiss— This one was soft and tender, your love electrified.

“I’ll be smart.” Smart, not safe. Safe in Formula One meant coming in last place. Smart meant prioritizing your physical health and pace all at once.

You liked that. “I’ll be cheering louder than anything- Louder than your damn engine.” You two finally began to pull apart, sparked by his engineer letting him know he had about a minute left. He grabbed his baclava and helmet, slipping them on over his neatly combed hair.

“I’ll hold you to it.” His voice was muffled as he tightened the helmet straps. “It’s like luck walked into my garage.” He turned away to go load into his car, but before he could take a step, you sneakily reached out to firmly smack his ass. He flinched and turned around— Despite the visor, you could tell exactly what look he was giving. A very jokingly stern one.

“Bring it home, Osc.”

[chososcamgirl]

(SHE’S) JUST A PHASE CHAPTER FOURTEEN: when you’re sleeping

masterlist

extras!

• panda has been milking the liam payne reaction pics because he thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world

• sukuna def saw yn’s tweet on his burner LMFAO

• HI OIKAWA💕💕💕

• panda walked into yn’s room and then walked back out slowly after seeing megumi and yn cuddling in their sleep…

• floor was def creaking under him though

• choso was yn’s ex situationship before sukuna (FUCKK💔💔)

• he wanted to settle down after hooking up for like 4 months straight, yn didn’t, etc (can u tell i miss him)

• the guys are proud of megumi because this is his longest lasting “thing” with a girl LMFAO

• toge threw his phone at the wall seeing the megumi thirst edits of the bar fight

• one of the songs was that fucking russian song with velocity 😭 (THE BLONDE BRUNETTE ONE BYE)

• yuta being dad as always

a/n: sorry for the late update i’ve lowkey been dying and my mental health seems to decrease rapidly each passing day!!!! also bury a friend will finally be posted and focused upon!!!! another filler chapter but enjoy!! :3

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[fujouppy]

kagusaku fujos to lovers

[always1star]

valentines day with jjk men

Gojo who goes all out: taking the day off, spending thousands of dollars, making sure the day is absolutely perfect for his darling. He takes Valentine’s day very seriously. He wakes you up with your favorite breakfast in bed, one that he spent way too long making in the very early hours in the morning. He finishes off breakfast by gifting you a considerably large bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear the size of an actual bear. He beckons you to eat and get ready so you two can spend the rest of your day together. You go shopping (and come home with armfuls of designer shopping bags), go to a restaurant (that costs basically your entire paycheck for the appetizer alone), and drive around the city in one of his all-too-nice cars. You both fall asleep the second you come home, exhausted from all the love shared throughout the day. 

Geto who likes to treat Valentine’s day as if it were any other date. Don’t get me wrong though, because every date with him is special and unforgettable. He picks you up from your workplace with an assortment of purple, pink, white, and red flowers. He plants a kiss on your lips as you get into his car, and the two of you head to the restaurant that you seem to always come back to. Dinner is eaten, conversations are spoken, and the two of you head back home to watch a movie. Whether it be The Notebook or The Conjuring, movies are always enjoyable with him. The two of you bundle up under one blanket on the couch and share a couple snacks, very much enjoying your Valentine’s this year.

Nanami who prefers to do Valentine’s at home. Although going out and spoiling you is nice too, he would much rather stay at home with you. A mundane day is his favorite, considering his incredibly demanding life. So, for Valentine’s day, he skips out on whatever overtime he may be forced into, and comes home to you with some white tulips. You two make and have a candlelit dinner, bake a cake, watch a shitty romcom, have a warm bath while talking about your days, and sleep entangled with each other. It’s nothing special, but it’s something the both of you couldn’t keep yourselves from looking forward to. 

Toji who truly is trying his best. It almost makes you hysterical, seeing him be so stupified by a holiday for love, but you know he just wants to try for you. He comes home with totally irrelevant gifts: lilies (which is normal), a whisk, red towels, and play-doh. You’re dying laughing, clenching onto your core and holding onto the counter for support as you fall over from laughing. He’s just utterly mortified. So, in an attempt to make it up, Toji invites you out to dinner. Toji loves to see you all dressed up, so this is great for him too. He treats you to dinner, but the wait for a table during Valentine’s is absurdly long at every restaurant. Toji ends up taking you to get some random ramen place he knows, and after treating you to ice cream. The two of you come home and fall asleep. Some people may not have considered your day favorable, but you think it’s absolutely perfect and wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

Sukuna who doesnt give a single flying fuck about Valentine’s day. But, he is willing to give it a chance this time around, just for you. He grumbles as he walks through the store staring at all the people deciding what to buy for their loved ones. He eventually picked up a box of chocolates, a bouquet of pink carnations, and a white stuffed bear because those just happened to be the things that were popular amongst other shoppers. He looks online for date ideas, and figures tickets to a museum wouldn’t be so bad. He surprises you with the gifts when you come home, and you are so excited. He thinks that maybe this whole “Valentine’s” ordeal isn’t so bad after all. He’s trying, and maybe soon he will see improvement, and that’s wonderful to you. 

lowkey a filler post bc my real valentines special is not done... enjoy this instead. happy valentines, everyone!

[thefirstisopod]

Ts is so ahh but i hope yall still like it

[jhyoos]

REBEL GIRL

rockstar sevika x influencer reader

Chapter 8 : My Muse

summary : sevika posts her first picture of you and it’s definitely not what you expected.

mentions : funny usernames, modern au, fame au, lesbians being lesbian, sevika attempting to be romantic, kissing and groping

notes : lowkey a filler

chapters : one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

The next morning, everyone was bustling around the hotel, gathering their belongings and making final checks before heading to the airport. The next stop on your journey was New York City—a place that held so many memories for you, as it was where you were born. You knew what to expect: frigid air, heavy snow, and the kind of chaos only New York could provide.

Once you arrived at the airport, your group made its way through check-in and security with little trouble. You made sure to book first-class seats for everyone, refusing to settle for anything less than comfort on a long flight. Naturally, you ensured you were seated beside Sevika, while Caitlyn, Vi, and Jinx took seats nearby.

As the plane took off, you settled into your seat, opening your laptop to get some work done. You planned to edit photos from your trip so far and the videos Caitlyn had filmed, documenting your adventures. But it quickly became apparent that focus wouldn’t be on the agenda today.

Sevika, seated beside you, had other plans. Every so often, her hand would rest on your thigh, her fingers lightly tracing patterns that sent shivers up your spine. Then, without warning, she’d lean over to press a kiss to your cheek or your neck, her lips lingering just long enough to make your heart race.

You closed your laptop with a soft sigh, placing it on your lap before turning to her. “I can’t focus with you kissing me like that,” you said, your voice laced with mock annoyance but softened by the smile tugging at your lips.

“I know,” Sevika replied, a smirk playing on her face as her hand slid to take the laptop off your lap and tuck it into your bag. “But you’re so hot when you’re focused.”

“You flatter me,” you teased, leaning closer. Before you could say anything else, she cupped your face and pulled you into a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and firm against yours, and you felt yourself melting into the moment. She tilted her head slightly, deepening the kiss as her free hand slid under your shirt, groping your breast with a possessive grip that sent your pulse racing.

You broke the kiss abruptly, glancing around to remind yourself that you weren’t alone. “Sevika,” you whispered sharply, your tone a mix of amusement and exasperation. “We’re on a public plane. You know that, right?”

Sevika chuckled, her hand still resting on your waist as her smirk grew more mischievous. “I’ll fuck you anywhere. I don’t care who’s watching.”

Your eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to your face at her brazen words. “Yeah, well, I do,” you shot back, though your voice lacked the sternness you intended. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, shaking your head at her boldness.

“Relax,” she said, her tone softer now as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just teasing. But you can’t blame me for wanting to touch you. You’re irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but you couldn’t hide the grin spreading across your face. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips.

As the flight continued, Sevika kept her hands to herself—mostly. Occasionally, she’d brush her fingers against yours or steal a quick kiss, but she behaved well enough to let you get some work done.

The group arrived at the hotel in the early afternoon, each of you excited to settle in before the evening's events. The room arrangements were already decided: you and Sevika shared a suite, Caitlyn and Vi were paired together, and Jinx had her own room. Luckily, she wouldn’t be fifth-wheeling for long, as her boyfriend Ekko was attending school in New York, studying engineering. She had already texted him about meeting up later, her excitement buzzing through the group chat.

When you and Sevika arrived at your suite, she wasted no time. The moment the door shut behind you, her hands were on your waist, pulling you close as her lips latched onto your neck. “Sevika, we just got here,” you laughed breathlessly, but she ignored you, her kisses trailing lower, her teeth grazing your skin as she left a trail of hickeys.

Before you even registered what was happening, Sevika had you undressed, your shirt tossed onto the floor, and your pants swiftly following. Her mouth found every inch of exposed skin, marking you. “Jesus… are you in heat?” you whined, feeling overwhelmed but unable to stop the grin spreading across your face.

“For you? Always,” she said, her voice low and husky as she hovered above you, pinning you to the bed. Her lips found yours, peppering you with soft kisses, one after the other, leaving you dizzy.

You groaned and gently pushed her back, giving her a playful glare. “We went at it all night before we left. I’m exhausted and sticky, Sevika. And don’t forget, you have a concert to practice for tonight.”

Sevika smirked but didn’t argue. “True,” she said, brushing her fingers through your hair. “But I don’t need to practice. You’re my muse.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the way her words made your heart flutter. “Shut up,” you muttered, sitting up and swinging your legs off the bed. You stretched, feeling the soreness in your muscles—a testament to Sevika’s stamina—and turned to look at her.

“I’m gonna shower,” you announced, standing up and making your way toward the bathroom. “And no,” you added over your shoulder, already predicting her next move. “You cannot join.”

Sevika raised a brow, her smirk widening as she leaned back against the pillows. “Tease,” she muttered, watching you walk away.

You disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Under the warm spray of the shower, you took a moment to gather yourself, the events of the past day—and the past night—still fresh in your mind. Sevika had a way of overwhelming you, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you immediately noticed Sevika sitting on the plush couch in the hotel room, her legs spread casually as she strummed her guitar. It wasn’t plugged in, so the sound was soft, almost like a whisper, but it was still captivating. Her brows furrowed slightly as she worked through a melody, completely focused.

You leaned against the doorway, an oversized sweater draping over you, your damp hair pushed back away from your face. The sight of Sevika like this—relaxed and in her element—brought a soft smile to your lips. She looked up when she noticed you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice light with curiosity.

“Working,” she replied, continuing to strum as her eyes flicked back down to her guitar. “All of our songs are self-produced, and I help with it.”

You raised a brow, stepping further into the room. “Hm. I thought Vi and Cait were the only ones who produced the songs.”

“Nope,” she replied simply, a hint of pride in her voice.

You walked over and perched on the arm of the couch, watching her hands move effortlessly across the strings. “Don’t you need to practice for tonight?” you asked.

She smirked, glancing up at you briefly before returning her attention to her guitar. “We’ve been performing the same songs for the past few months. I promise. I’ve got it locked down, baby,” she reassured, her voice dripping with confidence.

You hummed, your eyes lingering on her fingers as they danced over the strings. “Can you teach me?” you asked, your tone playful but genuine, a soft smile tugging at your lips.

Sevika looked up at you, her brow quirking in surprise before her lips curved into a grin. “I can teach you a bit,” she said, setting her guitar down momentarily to beckon you over.

You wasted no time, sliding onto her lap as she positioned the guitar in front of you both. Her arms wrapped around you, her calloused hands guiding yours to the right positions on the strings. The warmth of her body against yours made it hard to concentrate, but her calm and steady voice kept you grounded.

“Alright, start here,” she said, placing your fingers gently on the fretboard. “Press down—no, not too hard—and then strum.”

You did as she instructed, laughing softly when the note came out a little buzzy. “Not bad,” she said, her voice low near your ear. “Try again. Relax your fingers a little.”

With her hands guiding yours, she showed you how to play a simple pattern, her patience surprising you. The buzz of the strings turned into clear, sweet notes, and you grinned in triumph.

“There you go,” Sevika praised, her voice carrying a rare softness. She leaned in a little closer, her lips brushing your temple. “You’re a natural.”

“Maybe I should join the band,” you teased, glancing back at her with a playful smirk.

Sevika chuckled, her deep voice rumbling against your back. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart. Stick to being my muse.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face. For a moment, the world felt distant, and all that mattered was the two of you in that room, wrapped up in each other and the quiet strum of a guitar.

Sevika’s phone buzzed, interrupting the intimate moment. The screen lit up with the name “Pinky Pie” and a funny .5-angle photo of Vi that had you snorting. Sevika rolled her eyes dramatically before answering.

“What?” she asked flatly, though her smirk betrayed her amusement.

“Meet in Jinx’s room,” Vi said through the phone, her voice buzzing with energy. “I wanna do a new song tonight—surprise the fans.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be on the way, Assface,” Sevika replied, leaning back on the couch.

“See you then, Shithead,” Vi clapped back before hanging up.

As Sevika locked her phone, your eyes caught her lock screen. It was a picture of you—*that* picture. The one from Bora Bora, where you were lounging in a white bikini with a pink flower tucked behind your ear, holding a coconut with the shimmering ocean waves in the background. It was unmistakably from your Instagram, and you knew it well because it was your most-liked post.

Your jaw dropped in playful disbelief. “And you said this wasn’t a relationship…” you teased, snatching her phone from her grasp to get a closer look.

Sevika groaned, but a small smirk tugged at her lips as she quickly took the phone back. “Gotta show them what’s mine,” she said casually, her tone laced with confidence.

You couldn’t help the warmth spreading across your face as you leaned back on her shoulder, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I am yours. All yours,” you murmured.

Sevika glanced down at you, her smirk softening into something more tender. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I love you,” she said quietly, her voice steady and full of conviction.

Your heart stuttered—did it stop for a moment? You weren’t sure. The unexpected confession left you breathless, but your smile widened until it almost hurt. “I love you too, Sevi baby,” you replied with a playful lilt, trying to lighten the overwhelming emotion you felt.

Sevika raised an eyebrow at the nickname, a rare laugh slipping from her lips. “You just ruined the moment,” she teased, gently pushing you off her lap with a smirk.

“Oh, come on!” you protested, grinning as she stood up and began gathering her guitar and other gear she needed for the meeting.

She slung her guitar over her back and glanced at you, her eyes still holding a trace of softness. “I’ll see you at the concert,” she said, her voice low and warm.

“Yeah… I’ll see you then. Tell your stylist to dress you warmly please,” you replied, standing to walk her to the door.

Before she left, she leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, her lips brushing your skin in a way that left your heart racing all over again.

And then she was gone, leaving the room quieter but somehow fuller than before.

While getting ready for the concert, you started with your usual routine—skincare first, then brushing and flossing your teeth. You swirled mouthwash in your mouth as you reached for your phone, noticing it vibrating repeatedly on the counter. Curious, you unlocked it, only to freeze at what was on your screen.

Your eyes widened, and in shock, you choked on the mouthwash, accidentally swallowing it as your breath hitched. Sevika had posted on her social media.

There it was—a photo Sevika had posted on her Instagram. It was an off-guard picture of you laying on the bed, a book in hand, still in nothing but your underwear from the night before. The soft lighting from the bedside lamp illuminated your features, making the scene feel intimate and peaceful.

What made it even worse—or better?—was the caption:

"My muse 🎶🖤"

And she had tagged you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelled, staring at the screen with a mix of horror and disbelief. You quickly scrolled to the comments, which were already blowing up.

Fans were flooding the post:

shatteredsoulsstan “OKAY SEVIKA WE SEE YOU 😍🔥.”

sevikasthirdleg “Wait, are they official now?!?!”

(y/n)updates “This is so hot I can’t breathe.”

caitlynscooch “Y’all need to chill, I can’t handle this power couple energy.”

Your notifications were exploding with likes and tags, and people were already screenshotting the post and sharing it.

You frantically wiped your mouth and called Sevika. She picked up on the second ring, her tone calm and amused. “Hey, baby.”

“Sevika, what is wrong with you?!” you shrieked. “You posted that picture and tagged me?!”

She chuckled, clearly unbothered. “Yeah. What about it?”

“What about it?!” you sputtered. “It’s… it’s—”

“Beautiful,” she interrupted, her voice low and steady. “You’re stunning in it. I wanted everyone to see what I see every day.”

Your frustration faltered as warmth crept up your neck. “That’s… that’s not the point!” you stammered, even though your heart was racing.

“Relax,” she teased. “It’s nothing everyone hasn’t seen before. You’re a model, babe. I just gave them a little reminder that you’re mine.”

You sighed, trying to stay mad, but her confidence—and her words—were impossible to resist. “You’re impossible,” you muttered.

“And you’re irresistible,” she shot back smoothly. “Now, hurry up and finish getting ready. I wanna see you when I get out on that stage.”

She hung up before you could respond, leaving you staring at your phone in exasperation. You muttered under your breath, “This woman is going to be the death of me.”

But as you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror, a small, shy smile crept onto your lips. Maybe Sevika’s boldness wasn’t so bad after all. You’d just have to brace yourself for the chaos waiting—and the fans who now definitely knew you were hers.

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[thatbitchery]

There's a common misconception among level up and success circles about the kind of woman that achieves her goals. When I go through female level up spaces often I see the Amal Clooney Lori Harvey type characters in the pictures and it's because that's the kind of woman most women aspire to be. When I talk to girls about what they want to be it's always Skinny Clear Skin Hot Always Put Together Hardworking Follows a Strict Routine type, and that's why you're stuck and stunted in your journey. This is why you won't achieve anything. Because that's not real. That's not real at all I'm sorry and that's why I say most of these girls on these spaces are downright lying to you so you need to look at the world around you and the one inside you and realized no you're not stupid no you're not dumb no youre not that unique or special and the life you live is the life hundreds if not thousands of women have lives like yours so no you're not isolated in this and you should just use your brain. Like respectfully, learn to think for yourself instead of guzzling up information you get online like an empty vessel. Think. At least try to.

I am INCREDIBLY successful and I know this for a fact because I achieved all my goals before I hit 25, and then some more. I had a depressive episode back there when I started this blog because I had no motivation to do anything because I already did everything I wanted so what's even left to do? And the paradox is when I was still chasing my dreams is when I looked successful the most, Yves Saint Laurent and Chanel and Dior make up, and now I just don't care that much for it. The person I was at 20 is literally supreme I was waking up at 4 am and doing a full face make up and walking these streets in Louboutin's in winter then yesterday I took a walk in sandals and shorts and a bun no make up no nothing. And it made sense why girls in these spaces chase aesthetics so much, because you feel like that's what success is placed to look like and you feel like okay looking a certain way is half od it, but it's not. I recently watched this video by a billionaire heiress (The name is Albina something on YT) and she said how when her family was almost bankrupt she was posting in chanel and Armani every ten seconds then when they made their billions back she couldn't care less. Which ties to the Anna Delvey paradox of how she'd run around in H&M and had billionaires and people fooled. My husband and I were at a networking summer event thing hosted by his office and there's this one person I wanted to be friends with so bad I'd commit crimes for it that has such a stake in the spaces I'm in and we were introduced bla bla and I remember him pointing out a lady with a Birkin and saying that's the one he'd take home for the night, bring to a cruise and then ghost because it was obvious she was hungry for status because who brings a Birkin to a fun networking event? That's Monaco escort behavior the real ladies that were secure in themselves and positions didn't come to compete for social class. A hypergamy lady n Instagram said that Chanel jacket (God i hate it SO MUCH) is getting you escort profiled, like the chin fillers and lip injections. You walk in the affluent areas and usually couples that are matched are very average looking the bombshell platinum blondes with BBLS are usually with Donald Trump type oldies. My husband's neighbor is a polish couple that looks so painfully average Priscilla Zuckerberg and husband look vogue worthy. When my husband and I met I was wearing a plain asf blue Ralph Lauren sweater and nameless pants and a tote bag not dior tote like the instagram totes that look like they cost 0.003 $ to make and push back braids and nothing else.

Why am I telling you all these?

Aesthetics are a measure of how insecure you are. When I was 20 during covid and I'd just come from whatever tf high school was surviving by staying lowkey and being the power in silence I was secure in myself because everyone around me was by all means , and by birth and upbringing, better than me and I'd found my space in that, then went back home and felt the need to prove to everyone I am successful and bought a car renovated the house all that donated to the local school was slaying in covid looking like a rich k-drama housewife plunging through my money knowing now I have no source of it because I was insecure and anted everyone to know actually yes I did make it. Hair done 24/7 broke quarantine to get a facial throwing money around like all and no I didnt go bankrupt but damn I blew up so much and for what? And then came back with almost no money staring from almost zero again dripping in YSL and coco Chanel and full glam in summer sun and the perfect social media posts.

There's a lady in my church that gives me so much pressure just by the way she exists. And she's so- simple. Sunday she came in a simple linen set and hair in a simple low ponytail and natural nails clear gel perpendicular to that chair and I was just thinking JESUS I want to be her so much. Such effortless elegance. Yet she bikes around and brings her 'tacky' Stanley cup and has this one suede bag (I have BEGGED her for the brand holy gatekeeping) that she brings everywhere and this cheappp mint gum that I tried once and almost threw up. She gives me so much pressure I. When I see her I immediately check my posture and think maybe I overdid it with the leather bag? She has that laid back Kerry Washington confidence and she's so plain looking? There's a lady in my gym that I'm conmsidering just giving free coahing and lessons to because? Platinum bleach blonde extensions that I know for a FACT are ruining your hair ma'am. And she's so- perfect- but no. It's just- I feel bigger next to her. By textbook definition she's what makes it to the thumbnails of those female level up videos but ? ?? I just don't feel it. And I've been thinking about it because when I was 20 she would have given me so much pressure and I'd be thinking maybe I need a new Dior palette?

Achieving your goals does have a lot to do with how you look I will not lie BUT on today's episode of I know what I want to say but don't know how to say it, PLEASE stop listening to these people and just think about it. Just think about it. I tell my girls to ditch the designers and go thrifting for no name brands because that Bulgari isn't sending the message you're thinking it does. And obviously I lost the plot of what I was going to say BUT i still stand by what I said. Even if it's not what I was going to say.

WHAT i was going to say is more often than not that has nothing to do with how successful you are and then give you a How_To_Actually_Be_Succesful list. Which would've been choose 3 things you want to work on and forget the rest. Washing your face 3 times is stripping you of natural oils and will not make you a millionaire, and neither will waking up at 4 am? So much of that information is so mepty which is why you need to learn to think for yourself. "MiLLiOnaiRE HaBitS" lol no no one is doing all that stop. Open a business work on what does any of that have to do with working out at 5 am? Millionaires are made by businesses not investing and not drinking chia? Clear minds are made by reducing the noise input ie delete social media do NOT keep up with current affairs what does waking up that early have to do with any of it? So much of the information out there is so much trash and GOD I'm glad I wasn't watching Iman Ghanzi at 20 bc I tried watching it and I was like do you hate your followers? Then turns out he sells courses so ah ok I get it now it makes sense. EsCapE tHe MaTrix lol dominate the matrix why would you leave a controlled space for whatever is out there? ManiFeSt please stop. Set a schedule follow it. Gosh. Y'all will do EVERYTHING but what really matters

OPEN A BUSINESS non one cares which one just do it?

CLEAR YOUR MIND why is your screentime 8 hours and 6 are from social media? Do you not like yourself? God forbid you have an original thought?

GO OUTSIDE. Pick up a hobby that demands being ouside. Skate or something. '

MOVE YOUR BODY and eat gut healthy food and practise IF?

HAVE PEOPLE.

Buy Me A Coffee

[callikari]

0FF THE REC0RD — yang jungwon

1. WHAT?

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AUTHORS NOTE — lowkey a filler chap AND ALSO if it didn't make sense when yn went out even though the episode comes out at midnight ITS BECAUSE the episodes are prerecorded and like scheduled posting

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[judeslove]

accidental - or maybe not

pairing - jude bellingham x fem!messi!reader genre - smau warnings - swearing, google translate spanish summary - you and jude had hidden your relationship successfully for two years, but an accidentaly posted picture ruins it, or was it accidental after all? face claim - pink pantheress a/n - im gonna be honest this is just a filler post as i havent posted the second part of my series .. FORGIVE ME

ynmessi miami, florida

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ynmessi thank you miami for being the opening of my tour 🩷🌴.

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leomessi estoy muy orgullosa de ti (so proud of you)

↪️ ynmessi 😋😋🫶

antonelaroccuzzo puedes dejar de hacer música tan buena que los niños la tienen en repetición todo el tiempo lol 😫 (can you stop making so good music the kids have it on repeat all the time)

↪️ ynmessi jajaja gracias 🙏

messironaldo107 you are ruining messis legacy

↪️ ynmessi ok noob

↪️ fan1 ATEEE

↪️ user1 the glazing 💀💀

georginagio hermosa 😍😍 (beautiful)

↪️ ynmessi hihi gracias 🫶🫶

user2 marry me please

user3 who is she? why does her name say messi??

↪️ user4 shes messis daughter, a singer

↪️ user3 you didn’t tell her name 🤦‍♂️

↪️ user4 my bad, thought you could see it from her username

fan2 GORGEOUS 😍 IM SO SAD I COULDNT BE THEREE

↪️ ynmessi 🫶🫶

tolami_benson absolutely gorg xx ❤️❤️ liked by creator

↪️ ynmessi you 😫😫💍💍

yourbff mi radio está rota por escuchar demasiado tu canción (my radio is broken from listening to your song too much)

↪️ ynmessi JAJAJAJJAJAJSKS

user5 can you come to kosovo

↪️ ynmessi maybe lol

user6 GIRLLLL YOU NEED TO COME TO CONNECTICUT WERE STARVINGG😫 liked by creator

↪️ user6 OMMGGGG SHE LIKED

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leomessi miami, florida

(lets just pretend our yn is in the family pic aswell)

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leomessi sí, también vamos de vacaciones en familia (yes, we still go on family vacations aswell)

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ynmessi NOOO PAPÁ POR QUÉ ELEGISTE ESA FOTO (NOOO DAD WHY DID YOU CHOOSE THAT PICTURE)

↪️ leomessi qué quieres decir (what do you mean)

↪️ ynmessi me veo raro 😣😣 (i look weird😣😣)

↪️ leomessi eres famoso acostúmbrate (you’re famous get used to it)

antonelaroccuzzo 💍🌴👩‍👩‍👦‍👦👫.

↪️ leomessi jajaja creativo (hahaha creative)

cristiano 🙌

↪️ leomessi 😉

↪️ user7 yo you guys gay or what

ronaldofan1 ronaldos better

↪️ leomessi ☕️☕️

user8 finished

user9 why yn lowkey fine

↪️ judebellingham how are yall noticing just now [this comment has been deleted]

angeldimariajm 🤩🤩🤩 liked by creator

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antonelaroccuzzo posted a story

[this story has been deleted]

user10 hello?? why is no one talking about this???

user11 oop exposed

user12 YN AND JUDE BELLINGHAM OH MY GOODNESS

user13 beautiful couple

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deuxmoi

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deuxmoi artist and daughter of world famous footballer lionel messi, yn messi has been seen with another famous footballer, jude bellingham on antonela roccuzzo‘s now deleted instagram story.

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user14 you should delete this, invasion of privacy

↪️ user15 mate that’s how the internet works

user16 NOOO MY JUDE😣😣💔💔

↪️ user17 💀💀💀💀

user18 can they confirm this ship it‘s cute

↪️ user19 FORREAALLL

user20 why is this necessary to post again?

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judebellingham

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judebellingham it’s true, we’ve been dating for 2 years LOL 😝 #ilovemygf ynmessi

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ynmessi HAHAHAHAHAH

↪️ judebellingham HAHAHHAHAHA

↪️ user21 i dont think theyre ok

leomessi 🫡🫡 liked by creator

antonelaroccuzzo oops 😅😉 (definitivamente un accidente) (definitely an accident)

↪️ judebellingham KNEW IT

↪️ ynmessi MAMÁ???? (mom????)

user22 2 YEARS??

user23 WE ARE SO DUMB

user24 COUPLE OF THE YEAR EVERYONE CHEER

user25 the couple we didn’t know we needed but got anyways

fan3 i’m still waiting for the album ..😔😔

↪️ judebellingham me too girl me too

↪️ fan3 oh my gosh?