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[slutzforbueckers]

SHES SAFE WITH ME—CHAPTER 2

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: smut

♡— synopsis: you accidentally walked in on paige in the bathroom and as the day went on things just got more awkward until they couldn’t.

♡— word count: 7.6k

♡— a/n: the longgggggg awaited chapter two. you already know it’s not proofread at all but anyway enjoy!!!!!

the sun was blaring in your face when you woke up. you groaned as you attempted to slowly blink open your eyes, the sun’s bright light making you close them immediately and turn over. the house was still quiet so you knew it had to still be early, or maybe you’d just slept late and everyone else had left—you weren’t sure. you let out a small groan and blindly felt around for your phone, you pulled it from under your pillow and cracked your eyes open to check the time. 7:57. not bad, you thought.

the birds were chirping extra loud this morning and the roosters sounded like they were right outside your window. you definitely didn’t miss that part about being home again. you figured since it was still pretty early you’d try to get another hour of sleep so you pulled the blankets back up and closed your eyes again.

everything was going great—your body had relaxed again, your mind was already creating some wild dream you’d forget the second you opened your eyes again—but then you felt that pressure in your bladder. you had to pee…really, really bad. you rolled your eyes at the bad timing and rolled over again, sitting up this time.

as you sat on the side of the bed you debated on whether you should really get up or lay back down, but then you remembered some tiktok you saw the other day about the effects of holding your pee and decided to get up. you slid your feet into your pink bunny slippers—the ones you’d had since you were a sophomore in high school—and made your way out of your room.

you walked down the hallway still rubbing your eyes and yawning. the hallway was dim and quiet, you could hear the hum of the a/c unit running but that was all. there was no evidence that anyone else was awake yet so you didn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door before entering. when the door swung open you froze—you were met with the sight of paige standing in the middle of the bathroom, towel wrapped only around her waist, her tits on full display.

steam was still swirling around in the air, the mirror was fogged up, and there were still droplets clinging to her skin—running down her collarbone and into the valley of her breast. her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with a few wet strands falling out.

“oh my god!” you choked out, snapping back into reality from whatever raunchy fantasy your brain had came up with. paige looked up and even though she didn’t say anything her skin flushed a shade of red. she wasn't really embarrassed, how could she be when there was a pretty girl staring at her body like it was the first one she’d ever seen—she was amused. your lips were parted and your eyes were wide but it was like your brain short circuited and didn’t send the signal to your body for you to close the door or even look away.

you knew you probably should’ve looked away but you literally couldn’t. what made it worse was that you weren’t even looking at her face—no, you’re eyes were trained on her abs and chest. paige clearly didn’t mind the gawking—she was quite enjoying it actually. the way your eyes couldn’t focus on one thing, how your eyes were filled with embarrassment and curiosity, and most of all how you hadn’t thought to close the door since you opened it.

“you gonna keeping standing there or…” paige smirked as she trailed off, making no effort to cover herself up or anything. she couldn’t lie and say that the way you were looking at her—like you almost wanted to jump her bones right then and there—wasn’t turning her on. she probably would’ve invited you in if she didn’t have to worry about krystal looking for her, or even just krystal at all.

“right—i’m so sorry—“ you rushed out as you quickly closed the door and you could hear her start to laugh on the other side. you closed your eyes for a second but when you saw the image of paige standing there half naked you opened them again immediately.

“i’m never getting over this.” you mumbled to yourself as you shook your head and made your way back to your room, you didn’t even have to pee anymore. as soon as your bedroom door closed you fell back against it, your head tipping back against it with soft huff. things would be awkward between you now, you knew that for sure, so now all you had to do was come up with a plan.

you could stay in your room all day, locked away with no chance of seeing her, or you could jump out the window and hope you die—either one worked for you. the image would never leave your mind now, every time you looked at her you would see her standing in the bathroom with nothing but a towel.

it would haunt you—become something you saw in your dreams every time you went to sleep. it would follow you all the way back to college. maybe that was being dramatic but you didn’t care.

you walked to the end of your bed and sank down, laying on your back and spreading your arms out above you. you stared at the ceiling for a while, contemplating if you wanted to crawl back into bed or continue on with the day. finally, you decided you’d call your childhood friend and make plans that’ll keep you out of the house all day.

paige on the other hand—she was just as flustered as you, she just didn’t show it. she also knew things would be awkward between you now but she would try her best to act normal and not like she wished she would’ve pulled you into the bathroom and had her way with you.

it’s crossed her mind more than she’d admit—fucking you untill you couldn’t remember your own name—but she had to be normal about it. she couldn’t be obvious about the fact she wanted to fuck her girlfriends daughter.

that would just be…wrong.

there were three loud knocks at your door before it swung open. you turned around and faced her, dropping your makeup brush onto the vanity. krystal waltzed in with a big smile on her face and stood behind you. “great, you’re already up. paige and i want brunch so we’re going down to that little cafe right down the street. care to join?”

the mention of paige made your skin crawl. you turned back towards the mirror and picked up your lip liner, trying to focus on something other than the memory of seeing her naked. you shrugged your shoulders and glanced at krystal through the mirror.

“oh, i already have plans.” you said as you brought the liner up to your lips. krystal sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip—giving you that look she always did when your answer wasn't the one she wanted to hear. you rolled your eyes because you should’ve known you weren’t being given a choice in the first place. “right…i’ll be ready in 15.”

“good answer, bug.” she patted your shoulders and gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head before walking out. as soon as the door closed you let out a soft huff because now not only did you have to cancel your plans, you had to face paige for nearly an hour.

you stared blankly into the mirror for a minute—trying to figure out why you came home in the first place—before picking up your phone and calling your friend, tay, on facetime. the phone rang for a minute before it beeped, you scrunched up your face and called again. this time it only rang a couple of seconds and she picked up—you rolled your eyes because, of course, her phone was on dnd so that’s why she didn’t answer the first time.

“i’m on my way! i promise—I just had to get in one more game.” tay rushed out, her locs falling in her face when she bent down to grab her other shoe. you propped your phone up on your vanity and leaned back in your seat with a small huff.

“i can’t go. it’ll have to be some later time.” you frowned. tay’s head snapped up, she looked at you confused and gave you that ‘what gives’ look. you straightened back up and grabbed your eyebrow brush. “mom is making me go to brunch with her and paige. i told her i already had plans but she gave me that look.”

“why’d you say “paige” like that? didn’t you have the hots for her like—12 hours ago.” tay questioned as she walked back to her couch to start up another game of call of duty. you forgot you hadn’t told her about the whole bathroom incident this morning—you were too shocked to tell her.

“oh, right—so, i walked in on paige in the bathroom this morning.” you said, trying to make your voice sound nonchalant even though your heart started racing just thinking about it. tay paused—you heard the soft clicks of her fingers moving on her controller stop—but you didn’t looked at her, you kept your focus to fixing up your eyebrows.

“you did what?!” she exclaimed, picking her phone so quick you might’ve gotten whiplash if you would've felt it.

you shrugged your shoulders—you were trying to not make it sound like such a big deal but in all honesty, now that you had the chance to talk about it you thought you might combust if you didn’t ever last detail out.

“okay, i didn’t mean to do it at all. so i woke up this morning and i had to pee and like it was still pretty early—i figured everyone was still asleep and i didn’t even hear anything while i was walking to the bathroom. anyways, i didn’t knock on the door—because i didn’t think anyone was up—and then when i opened it there she was. standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around her waist.”

“wait a minute—you saw her naked?” tay asked, her jaw dropping because even though she is pretty dramatic this situation definitely deserves some jaw dropping. you nodded your head with a tight lipped smile. “wowzers. you saw the paige bueckers naked—your stepmom paige bueckers.”

“well, i didn’t see everything. just her tits, but still—how am i supposed to sit through brunch without it being awkward?” you groaned as you shoved all your makeup back into your drawer, you never did care about it being a mess. tay whistled and shook her head, letting her phone drop back onto her lap as she started back playing her game.

“there’s no avoiding that, ma.” she laughed loudly. you rolled your eyes because you knew it was true, things would be awkward between you and paige until you went back to school. there really wasn’t any avoiding it.

“yeah, you’re right.” she sighed. tay hummed and mumbled something about always being right, you rolled your eyes again. “i gotta go, their waiting for me.”

“alright, tell me how it goes. love you!” she picked up the phone and started blowing air kisses to the phone. you pretended to catch them and place them in your heart with a smile before saying a quick ‘love you too’ and hanging up. you set your phone down on the dresser and stood up, checking your outfit in the mirror to determine if it was brunch worthy.

you were wearing a plain black tube top and a pair of denim jorts. you ran your hands down your sides and turned just enough to see check out your ass—yeah, this is perfect. you thought. now all you had to figure out was what shoes you wanted to wear, you walked to your closet and stood in front of your shoe racks. you had so many shoes you didn’t know which one to pick. you weren’t sure if you were feeling sneakers or sandals.

you stepped towards the rack and bent down as if getting closer would help you decide faster—it didn’t. you stood there for a good five minutes just staring at all the options you had. picking an outfit had never been your strong suit and whenever you did know what clothes you wanted to wear you didn’t know what shoes to wear—it was never just a simple task. after a quick game of pick a rabbit you decided to go with your black jordans.

“y/n! good lord girl, you take forever.” krystal groaned as she burst into your room. you were already tying your laces when she came in, you rolled your eyes and stood up from your bed.

“i’m ready, jeez.” you muttered as you grabbed your phone and jacket. krystal shook her head as you walked past her, muttering something under her breath before closing your door behind her.

when you walked down the stairs you spotted paige standing against the wall, one arm folded over her chest and the other holding her phone in front of her. you noticed that she was jorts too and a red crop top—god, she looks good. you thought. she looked up at the sound of footsteps and you looked away immediately, not wanting to make any unnecessary, awkward eye contact. you quickly made your way to the door and grabbed your keys from the key hook.

“and what are you doing, bug?” krystal stopped you just as you wrapped your hand around the doorknob. you stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around. paige was looking at you now—you saw her from the corner of your eye—but you refused to look at her.

“taking my car? we’re all going to the same place.”

“exactly, we’re all going to the same place. no point in taking separate cars.” paige piped in, you dared to look at her and regretted it immediately. she was still standing close to the wall, a little behind krystal, but her hands were shoved in her pockets now and she wore a small smirk that affected you more than it should’ve.

you cleared your throat and nodded, you were much more willing to do what she said when she sounded like that—voice low, like she was chill about the whole thing that happened earlier. you placed your keys back on the hook and waited for them to lead the way.

oh this is going to be a long ride. you thought.

when you arrived at the café, paige held the door for both you and krystal—-paige also took that opportunity to steal a few glances at your ass. she needed to commit the sight to memory for… future references. it could seriously be useful one day—definitely.

everything was going fine—okay, not really. after paige paid and you found a table, somewhere close to the windows so you could have something to distract yourself with, she decided to sit next to you instead of krystal. she used some lame excuse about how she wanted to be able to see everything around her, sitting next to krystal wouldn’t have allowed that.

you saw right through it because as soon as she sat down next to you, she bumped her knee into yours. you held your breath and quietly moved your leg. you tried not to think much of it as you flipped open the menu, but then she did it again and you knew it was definitely not an accident.

“wow, this looks good. what should i get?” krystal muttered—mostly to herself—as she looked through all the options. she was none the wiser to the game paige was playing under the table—was it a game or were you making something out of nothing? who knows. you bit down on your lip as you tried to hurry up and pick something to eat so everything would move along a bit faster.

paige caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, she glanced over at you and shook her head slightly. the only thought that ran through her head was how much she wished she could just reach over and run her thumb across it. she wanted to know if they were as soft as she’d been imagining, they sure looked it. she pulled her eyes away before it got too obvious that she was staring.

“i think i’ll just have the fruit salad.” you said, to no one in particular, and closed the menu. krystal hummed something about how it sounded good before announcing what she was going to have. paige was still flipping through the book, her eyes narrowed and her brows scrunched. you took the chance to look at her, mentally cursing at how good her side profile was.

a few minutes later the waiter appeared with a notepad and pencil in hand, a warm and welcoming smile on his face. he asked if you all were ready to order and you and krystal nodded and gave him your order’s. paige was still deciding, she couldn’t settle on any of the options and having everyone waiting on her almost made her break a sweat.

“i’ll just have what she’s having.” she looked at you to make it clear who she was talking about and that glint in her eye came back—that same one from the bathroom earlier. “sounds like it’ll taste good.”

as soon as those words left her mouth you felt your face get hot and a million thoughts raced through your head all at once: that can’t be real. am i just a hornball or did that have a double meaning? i’m definitely not making it through this brunch.

“alright, i’ll have that out as soon as possible.” the waiter smiled and turned on his heels.

krystal snickered from across the table and you and paige both looked at her. you were confused about what had happened that warranted a laugh. “matching outfits and meals. how cute.”

“right…i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you pulled your lips into a tight line and excused yourself from the table. did you think her comment was unnecessary? yes. did it make you a little uncomfortable? yes. did it make you think about how good you and paige could be together? also yes.

you tried to walk normally as you went to the bathroom but you could feel eyes on your back and it almost made you skip a step and trip—that would’ve been embarrassing to say the least. the neon bathroom sign came into view and you let out a breath of relief because to you that walk felt like it was 5 miles long with everyone laughing because they somehow knew what was going through your mind.

the wooden door was heavy as you pushed it open but it closed behind you slowly. you walked through and checked every stall to see if anyone was in them and to your surprise it was completely empty—and clean. another good thing you noticed was that they all were fully closed in, no gaps on any of them.

“definitely designed by a women.” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped inside the last stall, closing and locking it behind you. you made sure to clean the toilet seat before you sat down—don’t want to catch any diseases or something.

after you were done you went to the sink and started to wash your hands, checking yourself out in the mirror the entire time. you started to hum some song you’d heard on tiktok earlier and just as you got into it the door swung open. instinctively, you looked up but you were not expecting to see paige walk in. your throat went dry and you looked away immediately

she didn’t say anything—not yet anyways—and neither did you. you finished washing your hands and grabbed a few paper towels, silently praying she’d just go away. as you expected: she didn’t go away. no, she stood right there until you turned around and only then did she start walking towards you. you looked down at your feet and your brain told you to do the only thing it knew to do: talk. a lot.

“paige—this morning i—i didn’t mean to walk in. i was just tired and i didn’t think anyone was awake yet. i should’ve knocked—i’m so sorry—”

“i didn’t mind. you looked cute all…flustered.” she said, cutting you off. your brain short circuited, your lips parting because she definitely did not just say that. she was standing close now—like almost toe to toe close—and that didn’t really help you calm down any more.

you needed to get away like, right now before you started saying things that’ll definitely make thing more awkward, but she smelt so good and you could almost feel her body heat if you’d just leaned in a little bit. your eyes were looking everywhere but her face, like her shoes, jacket, her abs, her arms—god, her arms looked heavenly. so perfect and strong and—put me in a chokehold, oh my lord.

you shook your head as your mind started feeling up with not so innocent thoughts and images, and you really needed to get away from her. “i—i need to—”

“is that why you’re being awkward? you saw my tits, no big deal.” paige shrugged like it really was no big deal—like you seeing her half naked was just another sunny saturday. you finally looked her in the eyes and your lips parted in disbelief.

“no big deal—” you cut yourself off with a dry chuckle and you shook your head before whisper-yelling, “that most definitely is a big deal. you’re dating my mom, remember? i shouldn’t be picturing you—” you paused and your eyes got wide because you essentially just admitted you’d been picturing her naked, “i mean, seeing you naked. half naked, full naked. whatever.”

you ended your rant with a frustrated huff, you’d basically just ruined any chance of peace you had left. there was no way you wouldn’t think of this very day 50 years from now when you’re old and wrinkly and still single. the worst part about it was that paige was just standing there smiling and somehow during your rant you’d moved closer to her.

“you picture me naked?”

“no, i don’t picture you naked.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking towards the stalls. paige hummed and slowly nodded her head, her hand hesitantly reaching out to ghost over your waist. your breath caught in your throat slightly and you finally looked back at her.

“did this start before or after this morning?” she teased, her grin getting slightly wider. you were getting hot again—like burning from the inside out. you felt that flutter in your stomach and you shifted on your heels to distract yourself from the fact that you were five seconds from kissing her if you didn’t leave soon.

paige tilted her head slightly and you scoffed again before bringing your hand to her chest and patting a couple of times. you had no idea where the confidence came from but you weren’t complaining, you leaned into her until your lips brushed the shell of her ear, “in your dreams, paige.”

and with that you brushed passed her and left the bathroom, leaving her standing there with a stupid grin on her face. paige let out a breathy laugh and turned to face the door, she stared at it for a few seconds before shaking her head and muttering to herself: “most definitely.”

when you got back to your table the food was already there and krystal was scrolling on her phone, probably on facebook, but she looked up when you sat down.

“what took so long? where’s paige?” she threw her left hand up in the air dramatically, her eyes narrowing as she questioned you. you shrugged and picked around the fruit salad to see what all was in it.

“some of the stalls were full and the others were down.” you lied and took a glance at her, not long enough for her to see you were lying though. she didn’t say anything but she squinted her eyes slightly before humming and settling back into her seat.

after dinner all you wanted was so shower and get in bed but krystal had other plans, she dragged you and paige into the living room with the game of twister in her hands. you groaned and plopped down on the couch next to paige, making sure to keep enough distance between you.

“mom, you don't even like playing twister. you always say “i’m getting too old for all this twisting and turning shit” like every time we play.” you twisted your face up as you badly imitated her voice. paige watched your face the entire time and threw her head back with a loud laugh, you reached over and playfully shoved her arm. “i’m serious, she doesn’t like twister.”

krystal rolled her eyes as she moved the coffee table to the corner of the room so that there was enough room for the mat to go down. “yeah, yeah. paige’s never played before and now that you’re here you can show her how it goes.”

“right, i definitely volunteer.” you said sarcastically as you pulled your legs onto the couch. paige looked at you and mouthed “ouch” as she placed her hand over her heart, pretending your words hurt her. you rolled your eyes at her and bit your bottom lip, trying to hold back the smile threatening to show. you saw her gaze flicker down to your lips and for the first time, you shamelessly did the same.

“bug, come help me smooth this out.” krystal said as she dropped to her knees and started to straighten out the crinkles in the mat. you let out a soft huff but still got up to help.

it only took five minutes, ten smart comments, and 7 thumps on the forehead to get the game completely set up. of course, paige watched and laughed the entire time. she didn’t bother to make any comments, not even when you looked at her for help against your mom’s antics—she just smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

after it was set up you and paige moved to stand on opposite sides on the mat, both of you staring at krystal for the next directions. she was sitting on the couch now, legs crossed under her and the spinner sitting in her lap. she picked it up and held it out in front of her before something was missing. “wait! i need a glass of wine before we start.”

she jumped up and ran to the kitchen to fix herself a glass, her padded feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. she looked through her wine rack to decide which one she wanted tonight, her hand on her hips, foot lightly tapping the ground. after a minute she decided on a bottle of rose. the original plan was to just get one glass but the longer she held it in her hand the more inclined she was to just take the whole bottle back to the living. which, she did.

“alright, where were we?” she hummed as she sat back down and picked up the spinner. you crossed your arms over your chest and shifted on your heel, starting to get a little impatient. krystal flicked the spinner and stared intently as it spun and then slowly started to settle on a spot. “okay! bug, left foot, blue.”

since you were already on a blue spot you just moved your foot over a few spots and placed it on the fourth spot. your hands flew out to your sides when your foot slipped on the slippery mat and you let out a nervous laugh, hoping it wasn’t too obvious you almost busted your ass. paige stood in front of you, still in the starting position watching your every move.

“p, right foot, blue.” krystal called out as she opened her bottle of wine, the cork flew out with a soft pop. paige moved her foot to the blue spot right in front of yours and she made it look so easy. even though she had socks on just like you she didn’t slip not once. her legs were already much longer than yours and she stretched all the time for basketball. you looked down and let your eyes rake over her legs because god—they’re literally just perfect.

you looked towards krystal and watched as she took a long sip of wine before spinning the spinner again, “right foot, red. that’s for you, bug.”

you stretched your right leg and planted your foot on a red spot, leaning forward slightly to keep your balance when your socks caused your foot to slide a little. “i should’ve took my socks off.” you whined.

paige snickered as she watched you regain your balance. you looked up at her and gave her your best glare, to which she laughed again. krystal called out another call for paige and she stretched her left leg to plant her foot on the third green spot. you were closer now, only a few inches away from each other—if that.

your hips were slightly rotated inward and paige’s were rotated towards you as she stretched across the mat—one wrong move and you would’ve ended up in an incriminating position that definitely would never leave your mind. hell, the whole conversation you had in the bathroom earlier was still replaying in your head over and over.

krystal called out another call that had you bending down and placing your left hand on yellow, your hair fell in your face and you mentally cursed at yourself for forgetting to pull it up before the game started. you weren’t facing paige anymore—no, you were turned around with your ass pointed directly into her face as you placed your hand down on a yellow spot. paige sucked in a deep breath as she tried to keep her eyes looking anywhere but your ass. that proved to be a difficult task when it was just right there in her face, but she knew krystal would be watching and she couldn’t be getting caught up.

“alright, lets see.” krystal said out loud before clearing her throat and imitating a news reporter or something. “paige, right hand, yellow.”

paige looked down at the options she had and she cursed under her breath when she realized there was no way she could put her hand on yellow without putting you two in another awkward position. she stood there for a moment, hands on her hips, thinking about what spot she wanted to choose. you lifted your head to see what was taking so long.

“paige, i’ll kick you if you don’t pick a spot.” you huffed, limbs already starting to burn from being in the awkward position. paige laughed at your sassiness and finally bent over and placed her hand on the yellow spot right above yours. she was leaning over you now and if you lifted your hips any higher you’d be pushing your ass right against her—wouldn’t be a bad “accident”, you thought. you ducked your head low as you heard the sound of your mom drinking from her bottle, you rolled your eyes because this game was already taking too long.

“i don’t stretch enough for this.” you muttered, low enough that krystal didn’t hear but loud enough that paige did. paige let out a quiet chuckle and you turned your head to look at her, narrowing your eyes slightly.

“maybe…we should fix that.” she said back. there it was again—those double meanings that would have your head spinning later trying to figure out which way she meant that. you let out a shaky breath and lowered your head again, hiding your face from her so she couldn’t see the affect her words had on you.

this seemed to be the theme of the day—double meanings, flirty comments, and awkward positions—and the worst part was that you weren’t entirely complaining about it. you might’ve actually enjoyed it, key word being might’ve—you’d have to have a discussion with tay later to fully decide.

she had to know what she was doing to you—what her words were doing—and something in you told you that she was actually enjoying seeing you get flustered and nervous. how can i flip this around? how can i make her nervous? you thought. you figured you could act innocent or flirt back—decisions, decisions—or you could mix the two and make it even worse. you decided you’d make it worse.

you turned your head back towards her and let your gaze fall onto her lips for a second before looking her in the eyes again. paige couldn’t help but look at your lips when you smiled sweetly—a little too sweetly. “i’d love to stretch with you, i’m sure you’re really good at it.”

paige smirked because she could see right through the doe-eyed look you were giving her. she parted her lips to say something but the sound of krystal’s voice broke the two of you out of whatever bubble you’d created around you.

“right hand, red!” krystal said, her words coming out a bit louder than intended. you and paige both looked at her to see who she was talking to and that’s when you noticed half the bottle was already gone, she was definitely going to fall asleep soon. she pulled the spinner away from her face and narrowed her eyes at you and paige, “why aren’t y'all moving?”

“you didn’t tell us who.” paige reminded her gently. krystal’s lips formed a small ‘o’.

“right, that was for you bug.”

in order for you to successfully place your right hand on red you had to change positions so that you didn’t slip, you lifted your hips a little higher and moved your hand over. paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth because she could almost feel your body pressing against hers. she just needed to tilt her hips even an inch forward and she would’ve been pressed right against your ass—such a tempting thought.

“hmm,” krystal hummed as she flicked the spinner again and watched as it slowed down onto the color blue. “okay, paige. left hand, blue.”

“how am i supposed to—” paige scrunched her face in confusion because you were covering the only blue spots that were close enough for her to reach. you noticed that and—without thinking—you lifted yourself higher so she would have enough room to go under you. paige felt her ears get hot when you pressed yourself right up against her, her breath caught in her throat and she closed her eyes for a split second.

“go under me.” you told her, trying to ignore the heat creeping through your core from the position. she hummed and nodded her head before sliding her left arm under her right one and under you. the reach wasn’t entirely impossible but as she moved she accidentally knocked into you and since you were already thrown off from being pressed against her, you lost your balance and fell down onto the mat.

“ha!” krystal shouted as she pointed a finger at you, her head fell back with a loud laugh. “you lost!”

“no,” you whined, dragging the word out with a small pout because one thing you hated more than anything was losing. you rolled over onto your back and stared up at paige with a blank expression. “this is your fault. you’re gonna regret this.”

“is that a threat?” paige laughed and tilted her head to the side. you narrowed your eyes and ran the tip of your tongue over your top teeth before sucking them. you lowered your voice so you sounded more sinister than you actually were.

“that’s a promise, bueckers.”

“ouuu, i’m so scared.” she teased back as she moved from above you. now she was sitting beside you with her hands planted on the floor behind her and her legs bent at the knees. you sat up and rolled your eyes, though there was no real heat behind them—okay, maybe a little, you really hated losing.

“you should be.” you pointed your finger at her as you stood up. you glared at her to make your words seem more threatening but she just laughed at you—like, head thrown back laughing. her eyes followed your every move as you picked up your phone and gave krystal a quick hug and kiss. “alright, i’m gonna shower and get to bed.”

just as you turned to walk away paige called out, “goodnight, bug.” her voice had that teasing edge to it because she just knew how much you hated being called that.

you held your hand up and stuck your middle finger up at her but you didn’t turn around, you just kept walking—mostly because you had one of those shy, schoolgirl smiles on your face you didn’t need her seeing that.

especially not after all that’s happened today.

sleeping should’ve been easier than what it was. close your eyes, take a deep breath, boom, you’re asleep, but unfortunately it wasn’t that simple. it would have been if every time you closed your eyes you didn’t see paige and her insanely hot body. you twisted and turned to try and get in a comfortable position to fall asleep but it was like nothing was working.

you couldn’t get paige out of your head and it was seriously starting to get annoying. all you wanted was to go to sleep but you couldn’t when you kept picturing her standing there in the bathroom—water droplets clinging to her skin, her nipples hard and staring at you like a deer in headlights, the way her abs looked still glistening with water. your thighs squeezed together at the thought and it was like suddenly you weren’t in control of your mind anymore.

visions of her fully naked started to cross your mind, fantasies of her running her hands up your thighs, and if you thought hard enough you swore you could actually feel it. your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and you exhaled a shaky breath as you shifted your thighs against each other. then, you started to think about how she was hovering over you just a few hours ago—how she looked looking down at you, how the veins in her arms showed from the effort of holding her weight.

before you knew it you were lying flat on your back, eyes wide open and staring at the ceiling. that small little ache you had felt before had now turned into something more, something intense, and you knew if you didn’t fix it you would never get any sleep. with a soft groan, you blindly reached for your phone to check what time it was. 1:10 am.

it was late, so you figured that everyone was asleep but then you remember what happened the last time you thought that. still, you let out a soft huff and mentally debated on if you should shove your hand down your panties or if you should roll back over and pretend to sleep until you actually did. after a minute or two you were still laying there but now you had somewhat decided on what to do.

i can be quiet, right? you thought as you started to gnaw at your bottom lip. you sat up on your elbows and let your eyes scan the room, and you were squinting them a bit because the moonlight only shined so bright. the fan was on and it was loud enough to cover any questionable noises. the door was closed, no one would come in without knocking. you held your breath for a moment to see if you could hear any noises that would prove someone was still awake.

when you didn’t hear any you slowly nodded your head—mainly to confirm to yourself that you were in the clear—and you relaxed back into the sheets. you kept your hands relaxed by your head and started to think about something to get you started. you tried to not let your thoughts wander to that but the longer you laid there the harder it was getting.

what’s the harm in just thinking though? it’s not like she would even know.

you dropped your hand down and let it rest on your stomach just above your pantie line, giving into the thoughts of paige. you let your mind wander from seeing her naked to feeling her hovering over you. the entire time you traced your fingers over your skin, letting out a breathy sigh as your eyes fluttered shut.

you started to imagine that it was paige touching you— paige guiding you onto your back as she littered soft kisses down your skin. you thought she’d be gentle with you because, well, that’s just what she gave off—you know, under that “nonchalant” demeanor she puts on. you imagined she would take her time undressing you, so that’s what you did. you slowly lifted your shirt over your head and let it fall somewhere off the side of the bed.

your hands cupped your chest gently, fingers already tracing your hardened nipples. a soft noise slipped from your throat when you gently pinched and rolled them between your fingers, your hips bucked slightly. you thought about how paige would touch you from here—would she take your panties off now or would she make you beg for it.

being the impatient girl you were, you went ahead and moved your hands down to slip your panties off. you kicked them off the side of the bed like you’d did with your shirt. the air from the fan sent a wave of cool air over your body and you shivered but if you were being honest it just turned you on more. you were already soaking wet from just the thought of her, the thought of what she would do if she had you under her like this.

you ghosted your fingers over your clit before sliding them through your folds, biting back a soft groan at how wet you were. you pressed your fingers against your clit in tight circles, making you suck in a sharp breath because you were so turned on you could already tell you wouldn’t last long.

the entire time you thought about her watching you, directing you the way she wanted it done. waiting no time, you ran your fingers down and eased your fingers. you squeezed your eyes shut and bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood so that you didn’t make a sound. when you started to move your fingers you thought about how her hands looked and how big they were, how deep her fingers would reach—how quick she could make you cum because she just looked like she’d be amazing at it.

your chest was rising and falling heavier now that your breathing had started picking up. you couldn’t control the soft whimpers falling from your lips as you pressed your fingers deeper and moved them faster. you rolled your hips forward in time with your fingers and somehow your brushed that one spot that had you moaning a little louder than you should’ve.

paige name slipped from your lips before you even realized it—a soft, breathy whine that had your eyes shooting open like she was really there to hear it. your fingers never stopped moving though, you couldn’t stop, not when you were already so close—your hips never stopped grinding down into your hand.

there was a soft creak in the hallways and you held your breath for a second, trying to see if you would hear it again. after a few seconds of quiet you decided that you were probably just hearing things and let yourself relax into the pleasure again. your cunt made a low, but obscene, noise as you gushed around your fingers and you thought that it might’ve had something to do with the fact your brain started to imagine that see was outside of your door listening to you. you knew that was probably not the case but the thought of it sent a shiver through your spine.

but what if she was? you thought. your lips parted with another trembling moan and you could feel your orgasm getting closer and closer. you were thinking about her voice now—how low and raspy it could get, how smooth she talked when she was talking to you. you just knew she’d talk you through it, tell you how good you felt wrapped around her fingers, how sweet you tasted. you could almost hear her telling you to cum for her or asking you if it felt good.

“fuck, paige—fuck fuck fuck—m’gonna cum.” you whined without even meaning to, your orgasm crashing into you like a tidal wave. your back arched from the bed, only causing your fingers to press deeper, and your eyes rolled back. you let yourself ride it out by slowing your thrust but not stopping just yet. with a soft puff of air, you relaxed back onto the bed.

you pressed your thighs together as soon as you pulled your fingers out and the air from the fan blowing suddenly felt too cool. your fingers were still slick with your cum and getting out of bed again, getting dressed, and going all the way to the bathroom seem like too much of a task at the moment. instead, you placed your fingers in your mouth and licked them clean, humming softly because damn, you really did taste good.

after you were done you pulled the covers back over you and rolled back over, a satisfied smile on your face because well…

what better way to go to sleep?

[platypus-brained]

Is Linda a bad Mom?

Is this a “yes” or “no” question? Is it more complicated? Ultimately, that’s up to you!

Is she the best cartoon Mom? No, she has obvious flaws but in my opinion she’s not all bad! Especially compared to Doofenshmirtz’s Mom!!!

But I understand why some people don’t like her and viewer perspective plays a key role. A younger audience is more likely to see Linda as a bad Mom, while an older audience is more likely to see the bigger picture (and it can depend on the amount of times you’ve watched the show)

Angry that Linda doesn’t see what the boys do? Yes, it can be very annoying but it’s not really her fault because the show intentionally keeps Linda unaware if we apply real world logic, so the real blame is the “mysterious force” and the script

Also Linda’s in her 40s to 50s so it makes sense she’s struggling to believe or keep up with her hyper 15 year old daughter (16 in the revival) but she still continuously answers her phone to come home and lets Candace drag her to the backyard

Think that Linda calls Candace “crazy” or is a “dismissive” or “neglectful” Mom? Yes, there are instances that support this but think about real world logic again because we the viewers see everything but Linda doesn’t. Also think how when Candace screams at Linda that the boys have build some crazy thing EVERY single day and Linda repeatedly doesn’t see anything then those words lose all meaning

How you’d feel if you had someone who kept interrupting you every time you were shopping, cooking, watching a movie, hanging with friends, at the dentist, sleeping, etc to try to show you something you never actually see? Linda has dealt with that for months if not YEARS

You can roll your eyes at me, but admit there’s truth in the points I’ve made! If you can’t see it then you’re in denial just like how Linda’s in denial that her kids have more than “overactive imaginations”

Anyway, I’m going to go over some episodes in non-chronological order that indicate Linda is a good parent (not perfect but not bad)

Don’t like long posts? Then this isn’t for you😅

(By the way, I’m not counting what Linda does in “Phineas and Ferb get Busted” because that was a dream within a dream within a dream)

• In the episode “Mom’s Birthday” Linda is shown to love and appreciate everything that her kids do for her! And even though she's unaware that Candace’s efforts were unintentionally overshadowed by what Phineas and Ferb did, Linda does mention more than once that she doesn’t want the boys to overdo it:

“Oh, wow. You boys really outdid yourselves.”

“Oh, those boys are too much!”

“Oh, I hope the boys don’t go overboard with my present.”

And she asks where Candace is because she wants to spend time with her too: “Candace? Candace? Where’d she go?” Then later she asks Candace to sit next to her: “Candace, honey, come join us. The boys have put together a little video.”

Then Phineas and Ferb’s video reveals the song Candace wrote:

Phineas: “But a true testament to what a great Mom you are, is that your daughter would take the time to write this song.”

*The video reveals Candace practicing her “I Love You Mom” song in the music room*

Linda shreds a tear and goes over to hug Candace then says, “What a beautiful song, honey!”

And tells Lawrence on a video call: “The boys threw me the greatest party. And Candace wrote me this really amazing song.” Which brings a smile to Candace’s face!

(-> Here’s Candace’s full song on YouTube <-)

• Speaking of birthdays, in “Candace Loses Her Head” Linda makes Candace a birthday breakfast: “Happy birthday, Candace! I made you a special breakfast!” *holds a plate with a stack of pancakes with whipped cream, syrup, and a birthday candle on top*

Then the boys make them go to Mt. Rushmore and Linda offers to buy Candace anything she wants in the gift shop (at least she’s trying)

Linda: “Okay, Candace. It’s your birthday, you can pick out anything you want. Ooh, what about the Mt. Rushmore bobble head?”

Candace: “Mom, that's lame.”

But during the end credits Jeremy gifts Candace the same Mt. Rushmore bobble heads because he saw her looking at them and she immediately loves it and calls today the best birthday ever

Also before Linda can see the statue of Candace’s face it explodes with lava but Linda mistakenly believes Candace was talking about the president monument and says: “You're right! It's beautiful! *hugs her* Happy birthday, honey. *kisses Candace on the cheek* Now let's go find your father.”

• Another birthday episode is “Phineas’ Birthday Clip-O-Rama!” where Linda is shown frosting the cake for her son’s birthday party: “Where are you, Candace? You promised you’d help frost the cake after you got Phineas’s present.” And later serving it to the party guests: “All right, everybody. *standing next to a cake with a Phineas ornament on top* Who wants cake?”

• In “Out of Toon” Candace tries to call Linda and her voicemail says: “Hi, this is Mom. Leave your psychotic rant about the boys when you hear the beep.”

And before you go Ah ha! Proof Linda’s a bad Mom! listen to the voicemail Candace leaves: “Uhh! Mom, come home quick! There’s a giant mob, I’m a super fiend, I’m roasting them with laser vision! Hey, what do you mean, psychotic rant?”

Candace is talking about how Phineas and Ferb made her the super villain in their cartoon show (ironic) but her wording definitely doesn’t help her case of it not being a “psychotic rant” and at the end of the episode this exchange happens:

Linda: “Well, I’m here. Now, where’s this giant animation studio?”

Candace: “It got up and it danced away.”

Linda: “It what?”

Candace: “It got up and it danced away.”

Linda: “It got up and danced away…?”

Candace: “See? It even sounds crazy when you say it. I'll be in my room.”

��� Another time Candace says something unbelievable to her Mom (that I want to bring up because it’s funny) is in “Split Personality” when Candace tells her the boys “made” her:

Busting Candace: “Mom, Phineas and Ferb made me!”

Linda: “Um, I’ve got some stretch marks that would say otherwise.”

Busting Candace: “No, I mean, they split me in half! Well, not like I’m cut in half, but they’ve made another me.”

• In “Tour de Ferb” Linda just got out of the shower and Candace picks up her up against her will and puts her Mom in her bicycle basket while Linda’s only wearing towels and a robe but instead of getting super mad about this (wouldn’t you?) Linda is glad that she picked that day to wear her bike helmet into the shower

Candace: *picks Linda up* “I know where the last obstacle is. Hee-hee-hee-hee.”

Linda: “Whoa! Whoa! *gets placed in the bicycle basket* Candace, I'm not even dressed!

Candace: “Sorry Mom, it’s an emergency!”

Linda: “Luckily, I picked today to wear my bike helmet into the shower.”

• In “Lawn Gnome Beach Party of Terror” Linda gets worried when Candace hasn’t called her like usual and leaves the spa to go see what’s wrong: “Something is very wrong. Not a single call from Candace. *checks her phone* Not even a text message. Oga hose me down. I'm going home.”

Then she calls Candace while driving home:

Linda: “Uh, Candace? Is everything okay?”

Candace: “Ohh, everything is just wonderful...”

Linda: “And...Phineas and Ferb? What are they doing?”

Candace: “Ohh, such wonderful things...”

Linda: “Candace, honey, I’m coming home.”

Candace: *breaks out of trance* “Wait, WHAT?”

Linda: “I’m right around the corner; I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Candace: “Wait! No Mom, you can’t!”

This is the first time we see Candace have fun with her brothers instead of trying to bust them, but her unusual behavior worries Linda enough that she leaves in the middle of her spa day to go home to see what’s going on to cause this change in routine. Sure, she “ruins” Candace’s time with Jeremy but it's mostly out of concern

• Something similar happens in “Tree to get ready” where Phineas and Ferb and Candace and Stacy are having a treehouse robot fight but Linda wonders why Candace hasn’t called:

Linda: “Hmm. That’s funny. I haven’t gotten the usual call from Candace.*gets phone out and calls her* Candace, honey, I’m at the car-wash, and I’m be heading home very soon. Bye bye.”

Candace: “Oh, no!”

Again Linda unintentionally “ruins” the fun but it works out in this episode since they all race back home and the treehouse robots break into normal treehouses before Linda gets there:

Linda: “Looks like you’re having fun.”

Phineas: “Well, Mom, you know what they say-” *Candace and Stacy throw a water balloon at him*

Ferb: “Fun never falls too far from the tree house.” *Also gets hit by a water balloon*

• In “It’s a Mud, Mud, Mud, Mud World” Linda goes to her cooking class and her cooking instructor breaks her phone after Lawrence called her about the boys having a monster truck in the backyard:

Chef Guilbaud: “Ahem. Madam Flynn, I have told you a hundred times, *uses meat tenderizer to break phone* No phone calls in class!”

Funny enough, his phone rings but it’s actually Candace asking to speak with Linda, implying this happened often enough that she has her Mom’s cooking instructor's contact information but Linda still picks up the phone despite being glared at and threatened

Candace: “Mom, I think the boys are building a monster truck.”

Linda: “Um, honey, I gotta go. No- B-Big chef. Big meat tenderizer in front of Mommy! Bye bye.”

• In “Ask a Foolish Question” she makes Phineas and Ferb homemade granola bars:

Linda: “Hey boys, want some fat-free whole-grain granola bars? They're still warm from the oven.”

Phineas: “Whole-grain and fat-free? *They each take a granola bar* You know us so well.”

Linda: “Yes, yes I do.”

Then the boys end up building a super computer just to ask it what’s the nicest thing they can do for Mom that day:

Phineas: “You know, Mom's always doing nice things for us. I think it's time that we did something nice for Mom!”

Then Linda goes out to use a coupon for a free hair styling from a new salon but she comes home with bags under her eyes and ugly yellow hair 

Candace: “Mom! Mom! Mom! Mo…*Stops when she sees Linda’s hair* Uhhhh....”

Linda: “I’m having a bad day.”

Candace: “Uh, never mind. Come on, come on, come on! *Pushes Linda into the backyard with eyes closed* It’s over here! It’s over here! See?”

And when Linda doesn’t see the giant super computer she complains that it’s too much that day: “You know, Candace, most days, this is just a little disturbing. But today, with the free coupon and this whole awful thing with my hair…”

But if you remember Phineas and Ferb had followed the super computer’s instructions and unknowingly fixed her hair:

Phineas: “We did something nice for Mom! We fixed her bad hairdo. Apparently.”

• In “Journey to the Center of Candace” (and in most other episodes) Linda takes an interest in what her kids plan to do that day

Linda: “What a beautiful summer day. Do you boys have anything exciting planned?”

Phineas: “We’re either gonna make this nuclear-powered submarine or this incredible shrinking ray. But for some reason, Ferb and I can't seem to make up our minds.”

Linda: “Well, I’ve made up my mind. *hugs Phineas and then hugs Ferb* You two have the most wonderful imaginations.”

But she’s in denial that her sons aren’t playing pretend so there’s a clear disconnect (too bad she’s unaware she’s a cartoon character)

Candace: “It’s real, you know.”

Linda: “What’s real, dear?”

Candace: “The submarine? The shrinking ray? They’re really gonna build that stuff.”

Phineas: “Well, actually we haven’t decided yet- *Candace uses her spoon to push Phineas away by his nose*

Candace: “Anyway, when I try to bust them, everything will just magically disappear. Always happens. you’ll see. Well, you won’t see. I'll see, trust me.”

Linda: “As usual, the imagination in this room is astounding!”

Hey, at least we know where Phineas gets his “oblivious genes” from

Also it’s hinted that her kids enjoy Linda’s cooking:

Phineas: “Ah tacos. You know who makes the best tacos? Mom!”

• In “Bee Day” Linda mentions how she and Candace played in an inflatable wading pool when she was little after seeing one: “Oh, look at that, an inflatable wading pool. Oh, it’s just like the one I used to play in with Candace when she was little. Remember, hon?”

This gives Phineas and Ferb the idea for what they’ll do that day. Then when Candace takes a teen identity magazine test and it tells her that she’s emo Linda is supportive: 

Linda: “Hi, honey. Love the new look.”

Candace: “You obviously don’t know me. Nobody does. And if somebody did, I’d just deny it.”

Linda: “Sweetie, I went through a similar phase when I was your age. Try writing some poems.”

Candace: “Whatever. I don’t care, No one gets me... Except my hair.”

Linda: “That's my girl.”

Candace is later seen writing poems under the tree, which means she followed Linda's suggestion. Bees deflate the giant inflatable wading pool before Linda comes outside to offer everyone iced tea, but she joins some kids in Candace’s old Ducky Momo one:

Linda: “Hey, kids! *Comes out with a tray with a pitcher and glasses of iced tea* Anyone up for some iced tea?”

Phineas: “Sure! Thanks, Mom!”

Linda: “Oh, look! You kids found Candace’s old wading pool! How sweet!”

Phineas: “We’re gonna have a pool party! Go ahead, wade away!”

Linda: *Dipping feet into the pool with Isabella, Holly, and Gretchen* “Aw, it’s just like old times.”

• In “Rollercoaster: The Musical!” Linda does call her “crazy” but Candace is getting in the way of her going grocery shopping for the who knows what time and she does suggest that Candace yell at the cheese in the grocery store until she feels better (which is funny since Candace is allergic to dairy and shows that Linda does care)

Candace: *Pulls Linda to where the poster used to be* “Here, look, look, look, look, look, see? I told you I'm not crazy! I told you!”

Linda: “And you’re not crazy because...?”

*Candace screams when she opens her eyes to see the poster’s gone*

Linda: “I see your point, Candace. No crazy person would scream at a post like that. I’ll be in the dairy section if you want to come yell at some cheese. *goes off-screen then comes back* Would you like that, honey? Would you like to yell at some cheese?”

Candace: “A little.” *takes Linda’s offered hand*

Linda: “Well, c’mon, then.”

• In “What A Croc!” Linda is shown trusting Candace to be in charge while she’s not home more than she trusts her husband after seeing him watching “Horse in a Bookcase” with the boys

Linda: “Alright, Candace, I’m headed out to the zoo to do my volunteer work.”

Candace: “Which means I’m in charge.”

Linda: “Well, not really, ‘cause Dad’s here. Right, honey?”

*Cuts to Lawrence, Phineas, and Ferb in the living room watching Horse in a Bookcase*

Lawrence: “That’s right, dear.”

Linda: *Looks at Candace* “You’re in charge.”

Candace: *Smiles and opens the door for Linda* “Bye, Mom! Have fun at the zoo!”

• In “Backyard Aquarium” it’s shown that Linda’s favorite author wrote the book series “You & Your High-Strung Teen” which implies that Linda reads a lot of books to try to understand her daughter (with varying degrees of success)

Linda: “I’ve gotta tell you, I read your first book and I love it.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “Do you have a high-strung teen at home?”

Linda: “Uh, you could say that. *her phone beeps* Oh, this must be her.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “She sent you a picture? Lemme see.”

Linda: “Well...okay.”

Bridgette Oshinomi: “How bad can it be? After all, I've been through with my own- *sees picture of Candace’s up close face while screaming* Oh. I think that maybe you need the rest of the set. *gives her two books* Uh, and why don't you take a whack at that first book again?”

Funny enough, this Bridgette Oshinomi character is also a news reporter who reported about Phineas and Ferb’s Perry the Inaction Figure in “Toy to the World”

• In “Phineas and Ferb Interrupted” Linda wants to spend the whole day with Candace:

Linda: “Hey hon, I was just reading this article about mothers and daughters, and really listening to your teen. And I realized I’ve hardly seen you all summer, so for the whole day today, it’s you and me. Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours. Anything at all.”

Although they end up sitting there watching the boys do nothing exciting after they got hit by Doof’s Dull-and-Boring Inator:

Candace: “Phineas, come on! What is wrong with you guys?”

Linda: “Candace?”

Candace: “Mom...”

Linda: “How about if I go get some lunch and bring it back for us?”

Candace: “No, no, no, stay, stay! I'm really enjoying this quality time with you.” *kisses her on the cheek*

Linda: “Me too, sweetie!”

• In “Hip Hip Parade” Linda and Candace have a girl’s day out but Linda understandably wants Candace not to try to bust or obsess over her brothers:

Linda: “Candace, you have to promise me that you won’t obsess about Phineas and Ferb.”

Candace: “Yeah, sure Mom, I promise.”

Linda: “Don’t just promise this time. Raise your right hand. Do you, Candace Gertrude Flynn, solemnly swear not to obsess about your brothers, or you’ll suffer the Pharaoh’s Curse?”

Candace: “The Pharaoh’s Curse?”

Linda: “Yes or no?”

Candace: “Okay, yes.”

Linda: “Okay, now we can have fun.”

And Linda says how she enjoys spending time with Candace!

Linda: “See Candace? Isn’t this nice to just get away and enjoy a day together?”

Candace: “You’re right Mom, this is the best. I’m not even going to think about– Mm, you know. I’m not even going to say their names.”

Linda: “That’s the spirit.”

But Candace is Candace and she can’t resist her busting instincts:

Linda: “Candace, I’m having a great time with you today. See how relaxing it is when you’re not obsessing about your brothers?”

Candace: “I can’t take it anymore! Mom, I really tried my best to give you a day, but it’s… the boys. The boys! They’re in the parade! With giant floats! So come on, you gotta bust them.”

• The whole “Ladies and Gentlemen, Meet Max Modem!” episode where Candace learns her Mom was Lindana:

Candace: “Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom! You never told me you were a pop star!”

Linda: “Oh yeah! Well, that was long before you were born. It was fun, but I was happy to give it up to raise a family.”

Then Candace comes with Linda to a revival concert (-> Here’s a video of that on YouTube <-) and she wants her daughter to sing with her onstage:

Linda: “I wouldn’t be here without you, honey. You backed me up all the way. So it’s only right that you should back me up onstage.”

Candace: “Me? Sing?”

Linda: “Just relax. You'll do fine.” *Candace grins and gives her a thumbs up*

Candace then had the time of her life! She and Linda even dance together during “Alien Heart”

(There are more but I’ll end this post here)

[izzyy-stuff]

Hi, how are you? I hope you're doing well♡

I saw that your requests are open & something just came to mind that I feel like can go both ways either smut or fluff and I'm curious to see your take on it. It was: txt's reaction when he's doing live and y/n turns it off (either the live or the wifi) so the live will end so they can kiss him

That's it, if you do decide to do this, I hope you have fun! Either way I hope you have a wonderful day!!♡♡♡♡♡

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↪ izzy speaks... this was fun :3 Just a cute little thought really which is what I love

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Soobin lets you know he is live as soon as you step into the room, holding two plates with dinner. “Wait, guys,” he smiles softly towards the camera, pushing his chair back and walking over to you. “Dinner is supposed to be eaten at the dinner table,” you remind him, trying your best not to smile as he cups your cheeks and presses a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he whispers sweetly. “Give me a few more minutes and I’ll be all yours, okay?” You nod, letting him take his portion and walk back to his seat, lying that it was Taehyun who cooked dinner for him when the fans ask. You sit down on his bed, making sure you are out of frame before you start eating your food, admiring your boyfriend from afar as he laughs with his fans and talks about their latest songs. Just a few minutes. 

But it’s never just a few minutes, is it? 

You’re done with eating within fifteen minutes and so is he, but he doesn’t rush to end the live, sitting in silence as he reads through the comments, answering some from time to time. And before you know it, a half an hour passes by and you’re still sitting on his bed, bored and alone. 

You’ve had enough of that, honestly. Soobin doesn’t notice you as you get up and leave the room, nor when you come back in your pajamas, ready to go to sleep. He continues chatting with his fans without even glancing your way and you don’t like that. Stepping closer to him while still making sure the camera doesn’t catch you, you click the ending button without hesitation, watching as his eyes widen and he turns to you. 

He isn’t mad, though. The only thing you can see in his eyes is amusement. “Oh, no, did you miss me, baby?” He coos, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you closer. You hum, little annoyed as you sit in his lap and let him snuggle his face in your neck, leaving soft kisses. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it’s been so long.” Your breath shakes as he bites your collarbone, pulling back. He simply chuckles, catching your lips in his before you can say anything else, keeping you as close as possible. 

Yeonjun smiles into his phone, just as he always does when he is on his way from work. You sit beside him, watching him from the side as he talks about a performance they had earlier. It was an amazing one and you watched it in awe, cheering him on quietly. “It was great, I love performing Love Language,” he says and you feel proud. He’s worked so hard for this and it’s nice to see him be happy with himself. 

He giggles at the few cheerful comments, briefly glancing at you to see if you’re okay. It’s a small move, one he is sure no one will be able to catch. Still, he masks it right away, saying how nice the weather outside is at the moment. You roll your eyes at him playfully, opening your own phone for games while he talks about his day. 

It’s when a fan asks him about his abs and he says he’s been working out for it lately that you raise your head again, intrigued. He has been working out, yes, you can confirm that. Your cheeks catch pink as you think about it—the way his abs flexed last night, his hands roamed your body and his lips felt against yours. He seems to notice your slight change in behaviour, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he teases revealing his abs on live right now. “You want to see?” he lowers the camera and as soon as he grabs the bottom of his tank top, you immediately turn his live off without thinking. 

“What are you doing?” He teases. You don’t answer him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer. He smirks into the kiss, one hand resting on your waist while the other cups your cheek, tilting your face as he deepens it. “Jealousy suits you, baby.” 

Beomgyu didn’t go live a lot, so when he did tell you he wanted to go, you never had a problem. His beomidio is fun, and seeing him have so much fun with it always warms your heart. So why would you make him stop doing it? 

It’s simple, really. Because even though you love listening to him and you could do so for hours, the need to spend time with your boyfriend is strong, stronger than your fondness for his voice. 

You watch him with a pout, your leg bouncing up and down as you wait for his live to be over so you could go eat dinner together. You’re not even hungry really, you just miss him. You miss his hugs, the comfort of his arms, the addicting sound in a form of his laugh, his kisses—oh god, his kisses. 

You take a deep breath, looking at the time to see how long he’s been live for. Twenty minutes. You hesitate, debating how dumb the idea is and if you’d get in trouble for it. Maybe it’s unreasonable and you should just wait for him to finish up like any good partner would, but your heart tells you to go for it, knowing he won’t be mad. 

Giving it one last thought, you stand up from the couch and gently knock on the studio door, opening it without waiting for an answer. As soon as Beomgyu notices you, he smiles, a warm, calming smile meant for just you. You nod towards his phone on the table and his eyebrows furrow, questioning what you mean. You don’t explain yourself or wait for him to understand, though, simply stepping closer and turning his live off without a prior notice. His eyes widen but he doesn’t get a chance to question you as you settle in his lap, pressing your lips onto his. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses you closer, kissing you back and completely forgetting he was just in the middle of his live. 

Taehyun notices you in the corner of the room as soon as you step inside. He gives you a brief smile before focusing back on the chat, sharing his gym routine after seeing the question. You hover by the door, listening to his every word. You should go and focus on your responsibilities but it’s hard to leave him. The whole day was busy—for both you and him—and it felt like ages since you had the opportunity to just sit down with him and talk or cuddle, even though that’s exactly how last night looked like. 

He’s cute. The passion and love in his eyes as he shares his day with his fans makes you love him even more and it’s hard to just stay still and listen. You step closer, sitting down on the edge of the table where you know you can be close to him but out of the frame. He glances at you, eyes quickly scanning your figure before focusing back on the camera to make sure he doesn’t look suspicious. His hand finds your ankle under the table, holding you as his thumb draws small circles on your skin. Your cheeks redden, biting your bottom lip as you watch him. 

He’s fucking beautiful, the possesive grip of his hand on your ankle making your head spin. He chats with his fans about what he is up to lately for a bit more before his eyes meet yours again and you mouth for him to turn it off. He scoffs quietly, brushing a hand through his hair as if to regain focus. “Alright,” he finally says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He listens, saying a quick bye before ending it with ease, finally giving all his attention to you. You smile as his hands trail up your thighs before they settle on your waist, manhandling you to the middle of the table and positioning himself between your legs. You lean forward, closing the gap between you as your lips connect with his, running a hand through his hair. 

As soon as you turn Kai’s live stream off, his eyes widen and shoot to you, surprise written all over his face. His cheeks are pink as he watches you, blinking confusedly. The pout on your face makes him even more flustered, the feeling of uncertainty when he doesn’t know if he did something wrong eating him alive. “Are you…Is everything okay?” He stutters, eyes widening when you sit on his lap and run a hand through his hair. “I miss you.” 

I miss you. He expected anything but that. He thought he was in trouble, that he did something to upset you or you needed to talk to him about something—but the fact you would just simply miss him hasn’t crossed his mind for a second. 

He lets out an awkward, disbelieving laugh, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You huf, your pout only growing wider as you see him making fun of you. 

But it’s far from that. In fact, he thinks you’re adorable. He raises his head, his eyes meeting yours, and cups your cheek immediately, pulling you in for a tender kiss. His cheeks are still flushed but so are yours now, your heart beating faster as if it was the first time you’ve kissed. One of his hands finds your lower back, keeping you close. 

“I miss you too,” he whispers against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You smile shyly, the confidence you had before while turning his live off suddenly disappearing. “You’re so cute,” he exhales a giggle, kissing you again. He kisses you as if it could be his last, the butterflies in your stomach he evokes making you feel like a silly teenager in love. 

Because with him that’s exactly what it feels like. A pure love between two people who don’t know how to hurt each other.

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[itsnotyouithink]

AFRAID

SUMMARY: After a study session thick with tension, a quiet dare slips between the two of you: pass the test, and Tara will be at your next game. You’ve never cared about school — but now every page, every note, feels like a shot at something you can’t name yet.

PAIRING: tara carpenter x fem!reader

WARNINGS: mature language

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: being sick during summer is terrible and wtf is this heat

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The lawn was a frying pan. Your team? The eggs.

You were drenched—shirt clinging to every dip of muscle, sports bra soaked through, ankle taped and already starting to throb again. Your mouth tasted like Gatorade and iron. Coach had you running suicides like he'd personally been offended by your existence. And still, you didn't stop.

Because she was there.

Tara Carpenter sat under a sad excuse of a tree with crossed arms and murder in her eyes, looking like she'd rather be set on fire than outdoors - which you guess was one in the same considering the temperature. Her navy T-shirt was stuck to her back, her black shorts riding up her thighs, legs folded beneath her like she was trying to vanish into the earth. Sunglasses dangled uselessly from her fingers.

Her book was open but completely ignored. Her eyes, though?

All yours.

You caught her more than once. Every time you wiped sweat from your jaw, every time you winced and shook out your ankle, her gaze drifted. And every time you caught her, she looked away just a little too slow. Like she knew better. Like she couldn't help it.

When Coach finally called for water, you didn't go to the cooler. You went right to her.

You dropped to the blanket like your body had short-circuited, one leg stretched out, one arm slung lazily across her textbook. Your head tilted back, neck glistening, chest rising and falling like a warning siren.

"I hope you're writing this down," you muttered. "This is what greatness looks like."

"You're sweating all over my Criminal Law notes," she replied dryly.

"You're welcome. They've been blessed."

"I'm going to set you on fire."

"You already have, Carpenter."

Her mouth twitched.

Just a little.

From her other side, Mindy made a noise that sounded vaguely like a scream into her hands. "Can you two not flirt during heatstroke?"

Anika peeled her sunglasses off. "No, this is amazing. This is enemies-to-lovers but the enemies part is just foreplay."

Tara turned her face slightly toward you. Her cheek was flushed. Her jaw tight. But her voice? Smooth as ever. "You look like you just lost a fight with a hose."

You grinned. "You still think I'm hot."

"You're literally steaming."

"You like it."

"You're delusional."

"You're obsessed."

She exhaled hard, then turned back to her book—still untouched. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

"Oh, I do," you said. "I just want to hear you say yes."

"To what?" she asked, not looking up.

You leaned in, voice lower now. "Come to the game."

Tara blinked.

"You've never come to one," you continued, still close. "You sit here during practice. You ask questions during tutoring. But you've never seen me play. Really play."

Her fingers tapped against the spine of the book. Then stopped.

You tilted your head. "Scared it'll make it worse?"

"Make what worse?" she said too fast.

"The thing you're pretending not to feel."

She rolled her eyes. "You've had one too many heat strokes."

"Forty points, Carpenter. I’ll drop forty next week, if you show up. You don’t want the team to lose, now do you? Oh, and you should bring me Gatorade."

She stared at you. "You think you'll actually hit forty?"

You smirked. "If you're there? Easily."

"And if I say no?"

"I won’t even get off the bench."

She tilted her head at you with a smirk, “Seeing you fail is my excitement, why would I let you succeed?” Tara shrugged, “Besides, you’re exhausting."

You let your knee brush hers. Let it linger. "You're still here."

She looked down at where your leg touched hers, then back at you. "If—and this is purely hypothetical—you pass your film studies test..."

You leaned closer. "Yeah?"

"Maybe I'll show up."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe."

You looked down at her mouth. Then back up. "Do I get anything else?"

"Yeah," she said, eyes flicking to yours. "A cold Gatorade and a restraining order."

You laughed. "I'll take the Gatorade."

"You're not getting the kiss."

"I never said kiss."

"You were thinking it."

You didn't deny it.

She didn't move away.

Mindy clapped like someone had just hit a buzzer-beater. "Oh my Gosh, she's gonna show up and she's gonna fold."

"I'm not folding," Tara snapped.

But when you stood—slowly, lazily, stretching enough for your jersey to ride up and reveal just a sliver of your lower stomach—her sunglasses came up faster than her defense ever could.

You turned as you jogged back to your team, calling over your shoulder, “I’ll text you my favorite Gatorade flavor later!"

Tara didn't answer.

But her thumb hovered over her phone screen for the next ten minutes.

And her eyes?

Locked on you.

⸻

Your dorm room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of notebook pages and the occasional groan you make when your brain short-circuits.

The overhead light is too harsh, so you've turned it off and settled with the small desk lamp in the corner, which casts a yellow glow across your notes. Your film studies textbook lies cracked open in front of you, highlighters and loose paper scattered around it like the remnants of a storm. Your laptop screen is split between the lecture slides and the Google Doc you're barely holding together - Brad Pitt glares at you through the screen.

You've read the same sentence four times. You don't even know what mise-en-scène is anymore. You're sweaty from practice, sore from pushing through drills on a busted ankle, and your eyes are starting to blur—but none of that matters as much as the fact that if you fail this test, she doesn't show.

A passing grade is all you need, B- or higher! That's the deal. And you want her in the bleachers more than you've wanted sleep in a week. You stare at the screen again, thumb hovering over your phone. It's past midnight. You've already chugged an iced coffee. It didn't help.

You send the text.

[1:03 AM — You]

you up or do you value sleep and sanity

You watch the typing dots appear, vanish, reappear. Your heart thuds like a free throw.

[1:05 AM — Tara]

what's wrong

is this a medical emergency

did you forget what a director is again

You smile in spite of yourself.

[1:05 AM — You]

worse

i don't get any of this

can you come help

like actually

i think i'm gonna fail and then i'll never get to see u in the student section

There's a longer pause this time. Then:

[1:07 AM — Tara]

give me ten minutes

don't do anything you’ll regret, i’ll be right there

You stare at the screen. Blink. Sit up straighter. Something tight and strange winds low in your stomach.

Tara Carpenter is sneaking out. For you.

————

Ten minutes later, she's in the hallway.

Well—trying to be in the hallway.

The dorm's fluorescent lights buzz low overhead, flickering slightly, and she pulls the hood of her sweatshirt up like she's about to commit a crime. Her arms are folded tight across her chest, and she walks like someone trying not to be perceived. Tara had never been in the athletics dorms before - Chad chose to go a more safer route for himself after the murders. She rolled her eyes at the spirit practically oozing from the walls — the bold signs, posters of the athletes, and the infamous Bulldog statue at the end of the hall wearing a crown and funnily enough, your jersey.

She's nearly to your door when she hears them.

"Carpenter?" a voice calls down the corridor. "No way."

Tara freezes. Slowly turns her head.

There, just outside the lounge, half a dozen of your teammates are sprawled across beanbags and couches, a few still in practice gear. One of them—Dani—is eating instant noodles straight from the cup and staring like she's just seen a ghost.

Tara blinks. "Hi," she says flatly.

"Wait," Ava says, sitting up so fast her hoodie falls off one shoulder. "You're here? For her?"

"I'm... delivering notes," Tara lies. Poorly.

"For her film test?"

"Yes."

"Right. At one in the morning."

Tara sighs.

Dani's eyes narrow. "Are you two, like... dating?"

"Absolutely not.”

"So you're just studying in her dorm. At 1 a.m." They all glance at each other quickly, like they’re in on a joke she isn’t a part of.

Tara mutters something under her breath. Then, louder, "Can you just point me to her door?"

The team snickers as Ava leans her head out dramatically. "End of the hall. Left side. You'll hear the tragic groans of someone crying over poor formatting."

"Tell her she owes us sprints if this ends in a forehead or cheek kiss," Dani adds. Another one of your teammates chimes in, “Full suicide sprints if it’s on the lips!”

"I'm ignoring all of this," Tara mutters, already walking again.

⸻

You swing open the door.

Tara's standing there in a black zip-up hoodie, sleeves pulled over her hands, her bun falling apart in the best possible way. Her eyes are tired, but alert, dark and shining beneath the low dorm hallway light. There's a red flush creeping up her neck—probably from the walk, maybe from passing your teammates, definitely not from nerves, definitely not.

"You rang," she deadpans.

You step back and gesture her inside. "Welcome to the disaster zone."

She steps in, eyes sweeping over the room with that same semi-judgmental expression she always wears when she's trying not to smile. Your desk is an explosion of papers and coffee cups. Your bed is half-made, like you gave up halfway through fixing it and decided to suffer in it instead. The desk lamp in the corner casts everything in this golden-yellow haze, soft and a little hazy, like the warmth left in a gym after a long practice. She tries to ignore the posters practically hanging off the walls - Fight Club, The Arctic Monkeys, and a poster of.. a pie with the mathematical pi symbol in the middle?

Tara drops her bag with a soft thud and moves toward the bed like it's routine—like she's done this before. She sinks onto the edge, crossing her legs under her and tugging one sleeve down so it hangs over her knuckles.

You eye her, amused. "Comfortable?"

She lifts a brow, tugging her hoodie tighter. "If I'm gonna babysit your academic survival, I get a soft surface."

There's a flicker of something behind the sarcasm—a softness to the way she settles in, back straight against your pillow, like she belongs here. Her knee bounces once before she steadies it with her hand against the royal blue sheets.

"Wow," you say, settling into your desk chair and spinning it halfway toward her. "You've grown into such a nurturing presence."

"Shut up and open your notes."

You grab the crumpled packet from the pile and scoot closer, spinning the chair to face her directly. You're close now. Not close enough to touch. But close enough to feel the subtle pull of her presence. The way her breath shifts when you lean forward. The small, almost-invisible tension in her shoulders when your knee bumps the side of the bed.

Her eyes flick to your ankle—still wrapped, still swelling slightly. She doesn't say anything about it. Just gestures at the notes. "Start."

You try. You stumble. You're tired and wired and every word feels like static.

"Okay," she says after a beat, "Define diegetic sound."

You glance at her. "Um..."

She leans forward slightly, just enough for her shoulder to brush your bent knee. Her voice drops. "Don't make me regret this."

"Sound that... exists in the story world?"

Tara hums. Approving. Barely.

You glance up at her. Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes are watching you closely.

"And non-diegetic is like... the score, voice-over, stuff only the audience hears."

She nods, slowly. "Not bad."

You smirk. "I'm hot and smart. Dangerous combo."

"I wouldn't go that far," she says, but the corner of her mouth twitches.

"And yet," you say, flipping the page. "You came all the way down here just to watch me study in short shorts.

Tara blinks. Her gaze drops—too quick, too obvious.

You grin.

"I came to stop you from failing."

"Same thing."

She exhales, but it sounds like she's trying not to laugh. She takes your notes from you, her fingers brushing yours—warm, quick, deliberate. There's a pause when they touch. You feel it. She does too.

"Okay," she murmurs, skimming the page, "talk to me about cinematography."

You groan. "That's the one with... framing?"

She nods. "Composition. Lighting. Color. Movement. It's what you think of when something feels like a movie."

"Like this?"

You gesture vaguely between the two of you—her on your bed, hoodie rumpled, lamp casting golden shadows across her collarbone; you, in a hoodie you never zipped, sitting a little too close, leg pressed against the mattress like it's holding you up.

She doesn't answer right away.

Instead, she looks at you. Really looks.

"You're tired," she says quietly.

You blink. "That's your takeaway?"

"You look like you're gonna pass out."

"Maybe I'm just overwhelmed by your beauty."

She snorts. "You're ridiculous."

"You're pretty when you're annoyed."

"I'm always annoyed."

"Exactly." You smile.

There's a beat of silence.

You watch her carefully. The way her fingers curl slightly in the fabric of your blanket. The way her mouth opens like she's going to argue—then doesn't. Her lashes are dark, casting soft shadows on her cheeks. You want to trace them with your thumb.

"You're not gonna fail," she says again, gentler this time.

You nod, biting your lip. "You think I'll pass?"

Her voice lowers. "I think you want to impress me."

Your mouth curves.

"I think," she continues, "you'd study for twenty more hours just to make me show up."

You tilt your head. "Would it work?"

She leans back on her hands. "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"You're still flirting," she murmurs.

"You're still here," you counter.

She blinks slowly. Doesn't reply. Just... watches you. The quiet between you stretches and deepens, full of all the things neither of you are saying out loud. Tara glared at you, “Is that your favorite line?”

You shrug and push your notes off your lap. "Okay, lightning round."

She straightens, already smirking. "You're gonna fail the lightning round."

"If I get four out of five..."

"No."

"Three out of five?"

"Still no."

"You don't even know what the deal is."

"I know it involves kissing."

You pause. Let the silence hang.

Then: "Is that a no?"

She doesn't answer right away. Her eyes linger on your mouth for a second too long.

"Three out of five," she says finally, voice barely above a whisper. "You pass. I come to the game. And... we talk about the rest after."

You exhale slowly. "That sounds dangerously close to a yes."

"It's dangerously close to a maybe."

"Progress."

She looks down, smiling—just for a second. The kind that slips out before you can stop it. Then she grabs your notes and whacks you lightly in the chest.

"Back to work."

“No lightning round?” You argue. The response that’s given is a simple glare, “You ruined that idea when you involved kissing you into the mix.”

But when she shifts forward again, her leg brushing yours, her voice low and quiet as she starts quizzing you—there's no mistaking the way the air tightens between you. No denying the soft press of something growing where grades and flirting collide.

She stays for another hour.

And when she finally gets up to leave, her hoodie sleeves pulled back down to her wrists, she pauses in your doorway.

You glance up.

Her mouth opens.

Closes.

Then, quietly, without looking at you: "B- and up, right?” You nod, heart skipping.

"Okay," she says, backing out of the room. "Make me show up, Varsity.”

The door shuts gently behind her.

And you sit there, notebook still open, pulse hammering in your throat, knowing damn well: you're not just passing that test.

You're playing for her now.

⸻

The doors to the humanities building creak open behind you, but you're already squinting into the heat.

It's late morning, but the sun's high and heavy—spilling down across the quad, coating the sidewalks in gold and turning every step into a slow drag. The humidity hangs low, dense and unmoving, the kind that makes your skin feel just a little too tight and your shirt stick to your back in damp, uncomfortable patches.

You've got your hoodie tied around your waist like a security blanket. Your shoulders ache from sitting too stiff for too long, and your brain feels like it's been rung out and hung on a line to dry. You survived your Film 101 test—barely—and you haven't even had the nerve to check your grade yet (you were busy shedding an exhausted tear or two in the bathroom).

But then you see her.

Tara.

Standing near the low brick ledge that curves around the quad's edge, partially shaded by a tree that does absolutely nothing to help with the heat. She's leaning casually against the stone, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle, the toe of her sneaker lazily tapping the ground in a slow, unconscious rhythm.

She's in a fitted black tank top and soft gray hoodie unzipped halfway, sleeves shoved up to her elbows. Her hair's pulled half-up in a loose, slightly messy twist that should look careless—but on her, it's lethal. A few strands of her bangs stick to the sides of her neck, damp from the heat, and the breeze lifts the rest just enough to make her look like she walked off the set of a film you're not cool enough to be in.

Her sunglasses are perched on her head, nudging her hair back from her face, and she's holding an iced coffee in a way that's almost theatrical—lazy, precise, like she knows it draws attention to her ring covered fingers.

She doesn't see you right away.

But when she does—her eyes flick up, and she smiles just barely, like it's a secret she wasn't going to share unless you made the first move.

"You look like hell," she calls as you approach, her voice flat and fond at the same time.

You drag a hand through your hair, still catching your breath from the nerves of the exam. "Thanks. I'm going for post-apocalyptic student athlete."

"You nailed it. Very The Road, but make it sweaty."

You stop a few feet from her, close enough to smell the faint sugar in her coffee and the sharp, clean scent of whatever soap she uses. She's got her whole I'm too cool for this act on full display, but her eyes are too sharp to sell it. She's scanning you—taking in your flushed face, the slight drag in your step, the twitch in your fingers.

"So," you say, trying not to sound too breathless, "how much do you know?"

She sips her drink, lets the ice rattle. "About what?"

You tilt your head. "Don't play dumb, Carpenter."

She doesn't look at you right away. Instead, her gaze flicks to some imaginary spot past your shoulder, like she's debating how much to admit.

Then: "You passed."

You blink.

"You got a solid B," she adds. "He curved it."

You let out a breath so loud that it turns into a laugh, half-shocked, half-weightless. "Holy shit. I was ready to fail and spiral for like, a month."

"You still might," she says, smirking over the rim of her cup.

You squint at her. "How'd you know?"

Her lips twitch. "The portal updated twenty minutes ago."

"Did you check before I got out?"

"I was... curious."

You raise a brow. "Curious?"

She shrugs with one shoulder. "Nosy. Whatever."

You grin, stepping just a little closer, enough that your shoes are nearly touching. "Admit it. You care."

Tara scoffs. "I care about the chance of never having to tutor you again."

"When I do pass and I don’t need you anymore, you're gonna miss me." When I don’t need you anymore, that hit Tara.

"I'll manage."

There's a pause—too long to be casual. Her eyes drag over your face, lingering for a second on your mouth before flicking away.

"So," you say, softer now. "You're coming?"

Tara raises a brow.

"To the game," you clarify, even though you both know what you meant.

"I never said that."

"But you implied it."

"I implied a maybe."

"But now it's a yes."

She crosses her arms, iced coffee nestled in the crook of her elbow, fingers drumming lightly against her bicep. "You're awfully confident."

"I passed the test we thought I’d bomb. What's more impressive than that?"

She laughs under her breath. "Is that what this is? A seduction via GPA?"

"I have layers."

"Mm. Like a freshman's film analysis."

You grin. "If you come, I'll drop forty."

She hums. "That sounds like a threat."

"It's a guarantee."

Tara eyes you like she's trying to figure out if she should kiss you or kill you. Maybe both. She shifts her weight, her knee grazing yours in a way that doesn't feel accidental at all.

"And what do I get if I show up?" she asks.

You don't even blink. "A free show. Me, center court. You, second row. I'll even do a special hand signal at you if I'm feeling bold."

"I will walk out."

"You'll stay. You'll bring Gatorade. Red."

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"It is now." The grin on your face makes her shift her stance, you keep talking like you usually do. “I was thinking a hand gesture like this,” you put two fingers over your heart and then point it to her, “or if I’m feeling really bold I could do the full-on I love you sign.”

Tara doesn't reply. Just watches you for a moment, jaw tightening slightly like she's trying to hold something back—an eye roll, a laugh, a blush. She turns, finally, slowly beginning to walk away.

But halfway down the path, she tosses a final look over her shoulder.

"If I show up, it's not for the Gatorade," she says, almost too quietly.

You swallow hard.

"Then what's it for?"

She smiles—sharp and low and dangerous. "You'll find out. If you don't choke."

And then she disappears into the heat, leaving you dumbfounded.

[holyblonded]

https://www.tumblr.com/holyblonded/781579935776129024/is-chickie-in-the-barca-gc-because-its-literally?source=share

chickie is def gonna end up dating a la masia wonderkid that goes into the first team in a couple of years when they’re 17 and now everyone’s worried bc chickie def has a great relationship with barca that makes the move likely *but* the precedent in their elders (mario and lia) says the opposite

— leah sees one (1) singular photo of chickie laughing with said la masia wonderkid on insta and immediately drops her phone like it burned her

— she calls sam at 2am and just says “we’re doomed” and sam, equally dramatic, responds “they’re gonna take her”

— kristie, meanwhile, is completely unbothered, scrolling on her phone while nursing baby jagger and going “you two need to get a grip”

— arsenal camp is shaking

— steph is giving chickie the coldest side-eyes and pretending it’s about tactical focus

— beth starts writing her a song called “please don’t leave” and sings it half-seriously at breakfast

— kyra just mutters “traitor” every time chickie’s phone pings with a message that looks too spanish

— leah decides to have “the talk” with chickie

— “you’re young. impressionable. this is how it starts. a little flirting. some croquetas. next thing you know you’re in blaugrana and i’m having a breakdown on sky sports”

— chickie just blinks and says “i was asking if she wanted to trade stickers”

— sam goes full secret agent and starts investigating the wonderkid’s stats, background, and if she’s ever tweeted anything questionable

— kristie snatches the laptop from her and tells her to act normal for once

— lia sighs and tells everyone “if it’s true love, she’ll stay anyway. like i did.”

— and that spirals the team into a full breakdown because lia and mario is the ultimate precedent

— “what if chickie is mario— oh god we’re really doomed”

— meanwhile chickie has no idea what’s going on

— she’s just vibing, sending her barça girls pics of her arsenal fit and asking when they’re visiting london again

— at training she’s like “guys why is everyone looking at me like i’m gonna defect?”

— leah dramatically clutches her chest and says “because you might.”

— it all culminates in sam sitting her down that night like

— “do you love us?”

— chickie, confused, holding a juice box, nods

— “then don’t you dare wear barcelona’s colors in public again. you stay in london.”

— two weeks later chickie is wearing a barça hoodie that la masia kid gave her and all of arsenal collectively dies inside

— but she has her arsenal shorts on underneath and kristie is like “balance”

— the threat is real. the drama is high

— and no one has control of chickie but chickie herself

— god help them all.

[k-loves-u]

LaDS as Dads - A flower ring by a 'boyfriend' [5yo]

Masterlist ---- Context

How would the LI's react if their baby, Aurora, was gifted a flower ring by her 'boyfriend'?

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Small, fast thumps and a blur of white hair announces a little girl’s return from school.

“Whoa, cutie. Slow down.” Rafayel intercepts Aurora mid-sprint, scooping her up into a princess carry. 

She lets out a giggle, twitching in his grasp as he nuzzles into her tummy.

Xavier drops onto the grey plush of the couch, groaning. “How is she so hyper when it's so hot outside?” 

“I’m just happy!” She beams, escaping Rafayel’s hold.

“You’re lucky that my mission ended early, Xavier.” Caleb calls out from the doorway, watching her run to him. “And you’re extra lucky that I showed up with the car. Otherwise, you would’ve had to walk in that heat with her.” He smirks, Aurora now helping him pull off his boots.

“Thanks.” Xavier mumbles. He then directs his voice at Aurora, “Alright. No more running around. You’re sweaty all over."

"He's right." Caleb agrees. "Let’s put you in the shower and you’ll feel great, okay?”

“Nope.” She pops the ‘p’ cheekily and zips past him, towards the stairs.

“Come on. Please?" Xavier slumps into the softness. "Daddy doesn’t want to play chasey today.”

Rafayel shifts off the sofa. “I’ll take her. I need to take a bath too. Let’s go, cutie.” 

“Nooo." She stomps. "I already did a shower this morning!”

An arm whisks Aurora a few feet in the air. Her legs flail around as she is pulled into a familiar hold. A deep voice chuckles, “Hello to you too, Kitten.” 

“Oh, she must’ve woken you up.” Caleb sympathises. “Listen to us, Pip.”

“Not quite.” Sylus sighs. “I have a business meeting to attend in two hours, so I was bound to get up soon.” He ruffles her hair with his other hand. “Rafayel. Take her uniform off of her.”

Rafayel makes quick work of it while she pouts. “I’m not sweaty!” 

As she protests, a pale green object slips out her fingers and spirals to the ground. 

She momentarily forgets about the shower, looking straight down.

“NOOOO! My ring!”

“Your ring?" Rafayel pauses mid-lift of her shirt at the outburst, raising an eyebrow. "What ring?”

“You don’t have a ring.” Sylus states. “Do you want one, Kitten?”

“What a strange way to ask for a ring.” Caleb expresses.

Aurora gets confused. ”What?…I already have a ring! It fell out of my hand.” She points at the floor. “Stooooop! You’re gonna step on it!” Squirming in Sylus’ hold, she bites his arm, making him reluctantly let her go.

She picks it up, cradling it in her hand.

A bright, golden-yellow flower sits on top of a green, stem ring.

She slips it on her finger.

“It really is a ring.” Xavier comments, resting his chin on the edge of the sofa, peering at the outburst.

“Yeah…” Aurora holds her hand out in front of her, admiring it. “My boyfriend gave it to me.”

…

Silence.

The front door clicks open.

A black-haired man with a tall, white coat walks in. 

“Why is it… so quiet?” His golden eyes narrow. “What broke? Who’s injured?” 

Caleb’s voice is deceptively calm. “You have a boyfriend?” 

“That’s not possible! You’re too young!” Rafayel exclaims, prying her fingers open to examine the ring.

“Who is your boyfriend, Aurora?” Sylus asks, tone flat.

Zayne simply chuckles, already sensing what’s coming.

She giggles. “Daniel gave this to me. His dad taught him how to make it.” 

“No way!” Xavier bursts. “Daniel? As in that bakery guy’s son?” 

Sylus huffs. “You still have a grudge on Charlie?”

“Princess.” Xavier stands up, making his way to Aurora, effectively ignoring Sylus. “This Daniel boy isn’t good. His dad tried to take mummy away from me. I told you, remember?”

“Buttttt, he’s so nice. He plays with me at the park all the time.” She sways side to side.

Caleb chuckles. “Are you for real, Xavier?”

“I am.” He rolls his eyes. “Charlie tried to steal my wife. And now his son is trying to steal my baby. It’s generational treason.” 

“If Xavier is this fired up, then something’s off.” Rafayel mutters. “Sorry, cutie.” He begins dramatically, “No blessing from me. I do not approve of this relationship.” He holds his hand out, palm waiting. “Come on now, pass me the ring.”

“No way!”

Zayne snorts.

“She probably doesn’t even know what ‘boyfriend’ means.” Sylus states at the two guys.

Zayne inquires. “Sweetie. What does ‘boyfriend’ mean?”

“Pfft. It means...he’s my friend, who's a boy!”

She crosses her arms, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

…

A beat.

The corner of Zayne’s lips curls up. "I thought so." He mumbles, pushing up his glasses.

Then Caleb breaks.

He lets out a deep laugh, one hand covering his face.

Sylus chuckles alongside him.

“What’s so funny!?” Aurora grumbles. 

Rafayel turns away and scoffs, concealing a sheepish smile and blushed cheeks.

Xavier lets out a breath and plops back on the couch, an arm over his face. It fails to hide his red-tinted ears.

“This isn’t funny!”

“Yes yes, Pip.” Caleb smiles at her. “Off you go to the shower.”

---

Later, the ring was somehow crushed under Xavier’s foot.

“Oops.”

Aurora stares in betrayal. “You stepped on it! On purpose!”

“I didn’t see it.”

“You’re lying.” She growls. Jumping onto his back, her forearms wrap around his neck.

He smirks, nuzzling into her hold like it’s a hug. “I didn’t say I wasn’t.” 

“Fine! I’ll ask him for another one.” Xavier starts choking.

“Nuh uh, cutie.” Rafayel approaches her with a menacing grin. “No, you won’tttt.” And he tickles the thought away.

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Aurynn: Yeah, sure, but 1. He will be so insufferably smug about it and 2. He don’t work for free baby so you gon’ owe him a favor. ❤️

+

Also L still would not be sure any of this is worth it and is going to eventually have to start telling mc they’re gonna have to cough up a favor for this shit :( (and by that I mean they want like 20 uninterrupted minutes of staring luridly at mc 👍).

Combining these two answers with the anti-medicine scheming MC...

(Yes, im still the same anon who sent the first ask about it, I hope you don't mind me coming back to it so often)

... This just creates a web where all of the three end up owing each other favors LMAO. My mc would not mind owing favors, favors for them in this specific setup are not about getting what they want and more like a fun way to track "scores". (This will totally not trigger a competition, right?) They hope it will

But also, now that they've got favors on their hands, if Aurynn is being especially insistent on embarrassing them when they don't really feel like it, they can and will threaten him with the awful activity that is Doing Chores. Don't fucking test them, or they will also add PAPERWORK on top of it. And if that's not enough, they might as well use catsitting Farwah as a second add on. Ohhh, and put a timer on it all. He fails - he owes double the favors MC just cashed in. Downright evil.

Can't think of anything so drastic for L. Maybe just cash in one in to make them do the opposite of what they'd ask - not allowed to look at mc at all for 20 minutes. They try to turn or cheat and MC catches them - timer resets.

That's probably the wildest they'll get with it tbh. For all those threats and shittalking they do they'd only ask for something that those two either would've have done regardless anyway, have already done for MC before, or something MC could ask them to do even without cashing in a favor. Or roping them in into different schemes MC is setting up (like the letter thing during the library access talk), because it surely would be too suspicious for MC to be involved everywhere personally...

+ that ask about taking our own tonics and L getting their own... That would be a great solution if they get caught by Samira. Calmed down her wrath at least a little and kept the game alive, even roped another person in!!! She gotta make L double the tonics if she forces both MC and Aurynn to take theirs after catching them tho. Because its hilarious to watch L downing not just one but two of her tonics in a row L will surely catch on that there's now only one dosage. Trust them, it's absolutely necessary.

Chores, paperwork, AND cat sitting for Aurynn????? 😨😨 That’s pure evil.

Also very fucked up to force L not to be allowed to stare at MC. 😨😨 I can just imagine L fidgeting the whole time and then getting caught peeking only for MC to so cruelly reset the timer to their utter dismay, the poor suffering little wretch. 😔💔 And then just flopping their head down onto the table and burying it beneath their arms with a whine. L: has it been 20 minutes yet???? :( MC: it’s only been thirty seconds. L: …oh my fucking gods 😨

Also ain’t no fucking WAY L is downing two tonics in a row 🤢 unless they’re getting something really good out of this at this point. You’re taking them out on a date immediately after. 🫵😠 And they get to stare AS MUCH AS THEY WANT.

[kings-highway]

Impulsively wrote this middle school friendship AU intro for Ushiten. It would follow a week of them working on a school project together and probably be mostly canon compliant with the change of them meeting in middle school. Theyd play volleyball eventually and maybe Id extend it long enough to see the high school days its unclear. It would include both artist Ushijima and mega anime nerd Tendou and also tw for suicidal thoughts and feelings but no attempts just two deeply, deeply depressed 13 year olds finally meeting someone who gets them. Also Ushijima would have a stammer and an amount of autism that might be lethal before he had any decent self regulation. It would be the return of Adopted Tendou and probably a few other things. Anyway why am I telling you this? Because I have a habit of impulse writing the first 1000 words of something and then forgetting about it so instead I've given it to you. So like. Maybe all this will be nothing idk.

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It was 9:08 on a Thursday morning when Tendou Satori decided to kill himself.

And then at 11:13 that very same Thursday morning, he’s forced to delay his decision due to a school assigned group project.

Now, normally Tendou would not be so altruistic as to care about whether or not he pulled his weight in a group project or left people hanging. No, the reason why this is an imposition at all is because of how he ends up assigned to a group project. He’s not paired up with the girl he sits beside as she rolls her eyes, they don’t draw straws or count numbers. No, they’re told that everyone can pick a partner to work with for this particular assignment, and then they have to make and colour project board on - you guessed it - a type of animal to then present to the class on.

Tendou, at first, is actually thrilled with this. He simply won’t partner up, and then he’ll be dead, and it will be okay. But when the class is wrapping up and everyone is getting ready for lunch, the teacher is suddenly whistling for him and waving him over like a scheming villain.

He’s not even sure he’s the one she wants at first. He frowns, glancing around and watching the other kids file out of the class, and then looking back to her. She waves him over again.

Her name is Kobayashi, and she’s… fine. Middle school biology is generally just fine.

He stands in front of her, wondering if he’s done something wrong.

“Hey, Satori,” she says, like she’s about to ask for all his gold. “I have a… huge favour to ask you. You don’t have a partner in mind for the animal project, do you?”

He shakes his head.

“Great, good, okay. So… do you think you could do me the favour of asking Wakatoshi to be your partner?”

Tendou frowns, glancing behind him to where the other kid usually sat, but he had already left the class.

“Uh… why?”

She seems to hesitate on this answer for a second, before eventually saying: “Well, it’s just that… you know he doesn’t really talk much, and has a really hard time making friends. And usually I help out by introducing him to someone, but I think he’s begun to notice that nobody ever approaches him on their own, and…”

Tendou stares at her for a moment, then glances behind him and scans over the occupied seats in the class to identify and even number of students. So an even amount of pairs.

We’re probably leftovers, he decides. There’s probably something wrong with this kid the way there’s something wrong with him, and she wanted them stuck together to avoid contaminating the other kids.

“Okay,” he says, because what does it matter to him?

“Oh, you’re the best, thank you,” Kobayashi says, clasping her hands together for a moment before adding: “Okay, I won’t take any more of your time. Go enjoy your lunch.”

Tendou nods slightly, and figures he should probably go find this kid to set up their collaboration. And it’s about then, (11:13) that he realizes if he asks to partner with someone, and then kills himself, that would be super inconsiderate and lame. So he decides he’ll wait until after they present.

But he heads down to the school cafeteria and starts scanning the available seats. It’s interesting that there’s apparently another social loser like him in his very class, and he’d never noticed. He’s fairly certain he can recognize the kid by face, but it still takes him a moment of intensely scanning before he notices him. He’s not exactly sitting alone, which is what surprises him. It looks like the kid is surrounded by friends.

Except for that, as Tendou approaches, he realizes that while he’s sandwiched in between two very loud groups of friends, he’s not actually engaging in either circle, and is instead sitting with his head down, peeling an orange so carefully he’s kept the peel all in one piece.

Tendou has to fight through crowds, then, to get to the other side and worm into the seat across from him and between those two groups. He doesn’t look up.

Tendou clears his throat.

He still doesn’t look up.

So he reached forward, knocking his knuckles against the table to get his attention. This makes him jump, and he looks up in alarm, as if shocked someone had snuck up on him despite being locked in on that orange like it owed him a life debt.

Tendou immediately regrets the rude way of getting his attention, realizing he probably seemed like an asshole, and withdrew his hand quickly to sit on it.

“Uh, hey,” he says. “Ushijima, right?”

He gets a single nod back. Well, Kobayashi had said he was quiet. Tendou wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him speak, actually.

“Well, I’m Tendou - we’re in class together-”

Ushijima is nodding, indicating he does recognize him.

“-uh, and we’ve got that stupid animal project coming up, and I don’t have a partner yet, so I was wondering if you wanted to, like, I dunno, do that together or whatever.”

Ushijima looks at him for long enough that Tendou is beginning to get concerned that he didn’t actually speak any Japanese, and then eventually the blank look turns to a frown.

What, did I offend him? Why is he looking at me like that?

“I mean, unless you already have a partner,” Tendou starts. Ushijima continues to stare at him. “Do… uh… sorry… What's happening? You can say no, dude, that’s fine, I just-”

After a second, Ushijima glances around, as if psyching himself up, before lean towards Tendou and very carefully saying:

“Okay.”

Tendou leans towards him at the same time. “Okay as in… partners?”

Ushijima nods, and then looks back down to his orange. Tendou is fairly certain that that’s the end of the conversation and this project is going to be the most boring partnership on the planet when Ushijima splits the orange in half, and offers half over to him.

“What? Why?” Tendou says, not quite able to stop his tone from coming out distrustfully.

Ushijima doesn’t seem to notice, and instead answers the question:

“You do not have lunch with you.”

It’s not a question of ‘are you hungry’ or ‘did you eat’ or ‘would you like half of this orange I’m holding,’ but rather Ushijima has now decided that since Tendou does not have any, he was going to put food in front of him.

Tendou feels a very heavy, hard beat in his heart, and reaches forward to take the orange.

“Oh. Thanks.”

[shosweet]

geto suguru prides himself in cutting his own hair.

… a little too much.

he has never let a single person come near him with a pair of scissors — not his best friend, gojo, and not even you. if he ever did, his body was just simply possessed (lol).

however, after losing a bet to his pretty girlfriend, you decided on something evil, something so sinister not even the devil would try it. 

“please just the bangs, baby,” he begged while holding your wrist and clinging onto your (his) shirt as if he were a toddler going on a rollercoaster against his will. 

“but i wanna cut all of your hair,” you pouted.

“i will smack you upside the head if you do that. just. the. bangs. take it or leave it,” he said with wide, terrified eyes. you roll your eyes at his dramatic display and agree to his little proposition. 

thus, here you are in the bathroom with the lights switched on and several flashlights pointed in sugurus direction — “please you need to see super duper well i’m not exaggerating” pleaded the poor boy — as he nervously bounced his knee on the closed toilet seat. 

“fix your face, sugu, i didn't even start yet,” you stated with frustration. his behavior is definitely something to laugh at, but you really were going to mess it up if he doesn’t just suck it up.

“okay okay fine, i’m gonna close my eyes,” he breathed out in defeat. at his submission, you pick up the little pair of scissors on the counter. using what he’s taught you, you start off by trimming to a working length.

“is this okay?” you ask as the hair falls onto the rugs, softly landing on suguru’s socks. he hesitantly opens his eyes and sighs in relief.

“good, really good. you remember how to frame my face right? use the thinning shears so it’s not blocky. you’re surprisingly doing great, just keep going,” he ranted out in attempts to calm his nervousness. you smile to yourself and pick up the shears, angling it so the result would be of his request. 

huh, this isn’t so bad, suguru thought to himself. maybe he should just start letting you cut his bangs from now on—

“shit.”

suguru perked his head up, eyes still closed because he wants you (and himself) to think that you have it all under control.

“babe..?” suguru asks, patience running thin as panic starts to set in. he keeps his eyes screwed and sealed shut as to not see whatever you just did to his precious hair — out of sight out of mind, right?

“y’know, chopped bangs are kinda in right now—”

“i know you did not just say chopped bangs are you serious— oh my fucking goodness.” he completely turns pale the moment he opens his eyes.

“it’s not that bad!!! trust the process!! maybe if we pin it to the side..”

“there’s a reason why i have bangs! oh my fuck i cannot be walking around with my large forehead.”

“humongous actually.”

“shut the hell up.”

now, you’re walking through a claire’s store for any hair accessories that would help suguru’s awful haircut. you beam as you glide through the store, overjoyed that suguru’s letting you do “girly” hairstyles on him. however, he’s looming behind you, covered in a hoodie and sunglasses, trudging behind your every step as if he’s about to kill someone. 

“you need any help, ma’am?” a kind store clerk asked. “i think those clips on the left would suit you perfectly!” she smiles, trying to ignore negative nancy next to you.

“aw thank you! but it’s not for me, it’s for my boyfriend,” you reply, placing your hand on his chest. after paying for everything and returning home, you have suguru sit on the floor as you sat behind him on the sofa, styling his hair in ways you think would flatter him. 

as he sits, closing his eyes as his scowl softens, he thinks to himself: this actually isn’t that bad… 

will he ever let you be his barber again? hell no, you were fired the moment you suggested it. but, he’d never turn down a free hairstylist. 

silly draft because why have i been writing sm angst lately

[uhuhmaries]

Just One More Question, Mr. Stan | S.S.

Warnings...... another smut, of course. Let me COOK! Romanian Accent kink... 🙂‍↕️ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆ ⊹

The lights are blinding, but you've done this before. Professional, composed, mic'd up. You smooth your notes out of habit, crossing your legs as the floor manager counts you in.

"Interview with Sebastian Stan. Thunderbolts press tour. Keep it sharp, playful, not too thirsty."

Too late for that last one. He’s already sitting across from you — blue eyes watching, hands folded, that damn smirk tucked just at the corner of his mouth like he knows something you don’t.

“And we’re rolling in three… two…”

The red light goes on.

“Today, we’re joined by none other than Sebastian Stan— star of Marvel’s upcoming Thunderbolts,” you say, all smiles and charisma. “Welcome back.”

He leans forward slightly. “Thanks for having me. I feel like I’m always here when something explodes.”

You chuckle. “Well, with this cast, I’d say you’re the least dangerous one.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” he murmurs.

There’s a flicker in his gaze, just for a second. You move on quickly, asking about stunts, returning cast-mates, his workout routine— all the pre-approved, polished questions. He answers like a pro, charming and funny, but not too much. That balance only seasoned actors pull off.

Until you go off-script.

“Okay, so— Mr. Stan…” You glance up, lips quirking. “You know I have to ask. The fans love it when you do the Romanian accent.”

He gives a small laugh, head tilting. “Oh, do they?”

“Apparently it breaks the internet every time. So—” you lean in slightly, tone teasing, “for research purposes… could you say something? Anything.”

He watches you. Like really watches you.

Your breath tightens when his voice drops, smooth and deliberate: “Îți place cum sună, nu?” (You like how it sounds, don’t you?)

Your body betrays you—you absolutely cannot hold up a conversation in Romanian but you do know a few words and sentences, picking up from movies, shows, music, etc.

You slightly twitch— the way your knees shift, spine tenses, lips part. It lasts no longer than a heartbeat. But it’s enough.

He doesn’t miss it. You see it in the way his lips twitch, the way his eyes narrow with sudden, dangerous amusement. You’re sure your face is still composed, but something inside you is not.

Sebastian chuckles softly, leaning back, voice still velvet.

“You alright over there?” “Oh, I’m great,” you lie.

The rest of the interview is a blur. You do your job— ask questions, smile, wrap it up. But your skin feels too warm. Your thoughts, disjointed. He thanks you like a gentleman, and the crew claps. You unclip your mic, standing to stretch.

The floor clears quickly. You’re packing your notes, distracted, when a low voice behind you says:

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You spin.

Sebastian stands at the edge of the set, hands in his pockets, just watching. The studio’s mostly empty now. His team? Gone. Apparently, he told them he’d stay back for business.

Your pulse jumps. “What question?”

“That one in Romanian.” He takes a slow step toward you. “Îți place cum sună?” (Do you like how it sounds?)

You try to laugh it off. “You’re really going to interrogate me after I just grilled you for twenty minutes?”

He doesn’t smile. Instead, he closes the distance until he’s inches away.

“You tensed up when I said it,” he murmurs. “Thought I didn’t notice?”

“I—” you start, but he cuts you off, voice low:

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

There’s a pause. He breathes in through his nose, gaze darkening.

“Jesus.” You can’t tell if it’s frustration or temptation.

“You?” you ask, even though you know.

“Forty-two.” A beat. “This isn’t smart.”

“Probably not.”

His smile sharpens. “You into older men, then?”

You nod before you can stop yourself. It’s the truth. “I am.”

He exhales like he’s just made a decision. The next moment, his hand is on your jaw, thumb brushing your lip. “That why you got all squirmy when I talked like that? You want the older guy with the sharp suit and the accent to bend you over the desk?”

You gasp, breath caught in your throat. “I didn’t say—”

“You didn’t have to.”

And then he kisses you.

It’s not sweet. It’s rough, hungry, like he’s been waiting all interview to do it. His mouth claims yours, warm and commanding, tongue sliding against yours as his hand fists in your hair.

You grip his jacket for balance, moaning into him when he presses you back against the wall behind the interview set.

“You should stop me,” he breathes against your lips.

“I don’t want to.”

That’s all he needs.

Sebastian lifts you effortlessly, hands strong under your thighs, and you wrap around him instinctively. He drops you onto the interview couch like you weigh nothing. His jacket comes off, followed by yours. His hands roam over your body, precise and possessive.

“You’re trembling,” he says, almost pleased.

“You’re—fucking intense.” You whimper.

His laugh is dark. “Wait until I’m inside you.”

You gasp as he kisses your neck, hot and biting. He murmurs something in Romanian against your skin.

“Te voi strica pentru toți ceilalți.” (I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.)

You shiver violently.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Say that again.”

He does — slower, darker. And then he's between your thighs, pulling your clothes down, leaving a trail of kisses along your inner thigh.

“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, fingers sliding through your folds. “Is that for me?”

“Yes—fuck—Sebastian—”

“You’re not gonna forget this.” He slides two fingers in, curling perfectly. “I’m gonna make sure of it.”

His mouth replaces his fingers a moment later, tongue flattening against your clit, working you with precision. You moan — loud, raw, no longer caring who might be nearby.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he growls, voice vibrating against you. “Keep moaning. Let them hear how good I make you come.”

Your orgasm hits fast, sharp, wracking through you as he sucks you through it.

But he’s not done.

He undoes his belt with a dark look and pulls his cock free— thick, hard, flushed at the tip.

Your eyes widen. “Holy fuck.”

“You can still take it, right?” he teases, lining up. “You’re a big girl.”

You nod, breathless.

“Good.”

And then he thrusts in.

The stretch burns in the best way, and he gives you no time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that has your hands clawing at his back.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he growls. “Ruining you already.”

Every thrust drives his point home— this is not some lazy hookup. He’s wrecking you on purpose, fucking you so thoroughly that no one will compare.

You cry out when he hits that spot again and again, hands gripping your thighs wide open.

“Come for me again,” he orders, voice hoarse. “Let me feel it. I need to feel you fall apart.”

You do—shaking, crying his name, scratching down his arms. He groans, hips stuttering.

“Gonna fill you up,” he rasps. “Gonna fuck my cum into you so deep you dream about it.”

And he does—thick, hot, hips buried deep as he groans your name into your shoulder. You feel every pulse of it inside you, raw and real.

After, there’s only silence and heavy breathing.

He stays inside you for a moment, forehead against yours.

“You okay?” he asks, softer now. You nod, dazed. “I’ve never—no one’s ever—”

“I know.”

He pulls out slowly, careful, and helps clean you with a laugh when you nearly collapse trying to stand.

“Ruined?” he asks with a smirk.

“Destroyed,” you whisper. “Absolutely fucked.”

He kisses your cheek, then your mouth. Tender, this time.

“Good. Now maybe next time…” he murmurs by your ear, “you’ll ask me to speak Romanian sooner.”

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I LOVE SEB!!!!!!! AAAARGHHHHHHHHH

[fingertipsmp3]

Maybe I did this to myself but it does irk me when people see me knitting and they ask who it’s for and I say it’s for me and the immediate reaction is “you should sell it” yeah… let me spend at least a week’s worth of my free time making an item I like, want, and would wear just to sell it on etsy, making at most a £2 profit on materials and not being compensated for my time whatsoever 👍🏻

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

I love learning ASL it’s so good. Makes me happy to learn it. I’m so glad my university has classes for it with professors actually steeped in Deaf culture.

[kashverse]

“i don’t get you,” sukuna mutters, arms resting on his knees as he stares at your cat, who sits primly on the floor, tail flicking lazily. “you’re small. your head is tiny. you have no claws worth a damn, and yet you strut around like you own this place.”

your cat blinks at him slowly. the audacity.

“oh, so now you’re being mysterious? yeah, real intimidating, runt,” sukuna scoffs, leaning in. “tell me, why the hell do you scream at five in the morning for no reason?”

your cat meows. sukuna nods, as if that was an actual answer.

“nah, i don’t buy it. i know when someone’s bullshitting me.” he strokes his chin, as if deep in thought. “and what’s with the scratching? you have a whole damn tree to tear up, but no, it’s gotta be the couch, huh? or my chair. my throne in this shitty modern world.”

your cat remains utterly unfazed, licking a paw and dragging it over its ear. sukuna clicks his tongue in frustration.

“you think you’re untouchable. you think you can do whatever you want just ‘cause you’re small and cute?” he narrows his eyes. “you remind me of someone.”

you narrow your eyes right back from your hiding spot behind the doorway. excuse me?

but sukuna is too deep in his investigation to notice. he gestures toward your phone lying face-down on the table. “and what’s with you and cameras huh? every time there’s a flash, you go feral. you act like you’re being dragged to hell.”

your cat’s ears twitch. a clear tell.

“ohhhh,” sukuna smirks, leaning in like he’s caught onto something juicy. “what, you got a dark past? you some kinda criminal? don’t want your face out there ‘cause you’re on a hit list?”

the cat swipes at sukuna’s knee, and he actually pulls back with a scoff. “oi, don’t get violent with me, brat. i asked a simple question.”

you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“i should make you my disciple,” sukuna suddenly muses, tilting his head as he assesses the feline before him. “you got the attitude down. the little mind games. yeah… you could be something great.”

your cat sneezes.

sukuna frowns, as if personally offended. “...you’re turning down my offer? just like that?”

he sits back with a dramatic sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “unbelievable. you’re worse than your owner.”

excuse me again???

before you can march in and object, your cat gets up, stretches leisurely, and then—just to really assert dominance—turns around and sticks its tail right in sukuna’s face before trotting off.

he stares after it, jaw clenched, eye twitching.

“…i’m gonna eat it.”

you finally lose the battle against your laughter.

[yujisdreamgirl]

as the speakers blasted bass boosted music, you sit on the couch with a red cup in your hand, rationing the drink in it because you’re too afraid to go up to the bar alone.

it’s a bit crowded, your friends on the dance floor while you just watch other people rubbing up against each other. not an ideal way to spend your weekend when you have exams coming up but oh well, yolo.

you’re not much of a party person, well- you’ve tried to become one but it just didn’t work. not when it felt awkward to dance and everyone ignored you in conversations. you’ve never felt so unseen.

that was, until…

you felt the couch sink on your right side. you turn your head to see the one and only—“Most Popular” Playboy—Satoru Gojo.

you panic internally, why is he here?!

“hey,” you nod back in response to his greeting, visibly confused on why he’s talking to you—the girl he’s been basically in all of the same classes with since high school but has never uttered a word to?

“you here alone?” you hum in disagreement. he looks out to the crowd of dancers then back at you. “where are your friends?”

okay, now you’re really confused. why is he asking you all of these questions? is this a prank? “oh, uhm.. they’re on the dance floor.” he nods, then eyes your figure up and down.

“i like your ring, it’s from ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ right?” your eyes light up, you definitely did not expect that. you stutter a bit before letting out a quiet mhm. he asked you to repeat it, and you just nodded. he smiles at you and suddenly you understand why every girl falls for— no, no. no you don’t. you’re not falling for this propaganda!!

“what other animes do you like?”

—

you step into the room upstairs, entering what looked and felt like being at an anime shop. blue walls, posters everywhere, displays of action figures in glass boxes… who knew this popular frat guy would be such a geek??

you spot various pieces of fiction, such as digimon, ghibli movies, 2000s romcoms, resident evil, and so much more!!!

“didn’t take you for a romcom guy.” he chuckles, sitting at the edge of his bed. “yeah, i don’t think anyone does.”

you hum then gasp at his displayed pokémon cards. “is that the pikachu illustrator?! how the hell did you acquire such a rare card??” he chuckles and explains how he got it, he’s rich obviously!

—

the night was long. the speakers still blare from downstairs, but you and gojo talked about the same interests for hours. this definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, ‘befriending’ the most popular guy in school history who also happens to be super similar to you??

in gojo’s eyes, he’s never met a girl like you. call him teruhashi from saiki k because everyone is all over him. he’s never even had a relationship or involved himself in hookups despite being known as a ‘playboy.’ but tonight.. tonight seemed genuine—like you’re not just another person who’s trying to get in his pants.

it can be tiring. despite there being people who would kill to be him, all he wants is someone he can settle down with for life. someone who’s not there for the money or the popularity, but for him. and that’s exactly how he feels about you. 4 hour conversations about films and niche interests? yes please.

his fantasy was cut off by the sound of a ringing phone—of course it was your friends. why did you have to leave the party just because they want to?

“i have to go, it was great talking to you though!” he grips the sheets as you smile, god you were adorable. he waves goodbye, sinking into the sheets as you closed the door behind you.

he’s definitely gonna search for you on campus tomorrow.

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[shiftthemoon]

reality shifting isn’t hard. you’ve been told it’s hard because everyone’s too scared to admit it’s not. they cling to their 800-step methods, their must-have crystals, their perfect conditions because they think that if they let go of that control, they’ll fail. but here’s the thing: the more you try to control the process, the more you convince yourself it’s out of your control. and that’s the problem. that’s why so many people feel stuck. shifting isn’t some big, far-fetched thing. it’s just you. it’s always been you.

we’re conditioned to think we’re powerless. think about it—school, work, society, all of it drills this idea into us that everything has to be proven, earned, validated. so, when you hear about shifting, your brain freaks out and says, wait, wait, this is too easy, this can’t be real. and then you spiral. you overcomplicate it. you make yourself think you need the “perfect” script, the “right” subliminal, or that you have to meditate for three hours while the stars align perfectly. like, no… you don’t. all of that? it’s fluff. it’s noise.

at its core, shifting is belief. just belief. no, really, let that sink in. you don’t need to “do” belief perfectly. it’s not something you master through sheer willpower. it’s something you already have. you’ve believed in things your whole life. you believed in gravity without needing proof. you believe your favorite songs are beautiful without needing to explain why. belief is natural. it’s effortless when you stop overthinking it. that’s the energy you need to bring to shifting—trust. trust that your mind knows what it’s doing, and that if you let it, it will take you there. every single extra thing you pile on? the overthinking, the doubt, the need for guarantees? that’s what’s slowing you down. not the “lack of progress,” not some mythical “block”—it’s you convincing yourself it’s harder than it is.

and let’s talk about social media for a second. oh my god, the shifting community on social media… i get it. it’s comforting to see other people on this journey. but let’s be honest—how much of that content is actually helping you? like, really? 90% of the time, scrolling through shifting advice isn’t inspiring; it’s overwhelming. everyone’s got their own opinions, their own “best methods,” their own rules. one person says scripting is a must, another says it’s a waste of time. one person swears by affirmations, another says visualization is the only way. and before you know it, you’re sitting there questioning everything you thought you knew, wondering if you’ll ever get it “right.” spoiler alert: you already know how to shift. you don’t need a thousand voices telling you what to do. in fact, the more you listen to them, the harder it becomes to hear yourself.

take a break. seriously. log off the apps. give yourself space to breathe and think. ask yourself: why do i want to shift? what’s stopping me? what feels right to me? no tiktok trend, youtube guide, or reddit post can answer those questions for you. only you can. and i know that sounds scary. we’ve been conditioned to think we need external validation for everything, but shifting is a deeply personal thing. you don’t need a step-by-step tutorial. you need to trust your instincts. that’s it.

and let me be clear: i’m not saying methods or subliminals are bad. they’re fine if they help you feel aligned. but they’re not what makes shifting happen. you are. methods are just tools. if you use them, great. if you don’t, that’s great too. because the truth is, shifting isn’t about doing things “right.” it’s about letting go of the idea that you need to.

so let me break it down for you. the only things you really need to shift are:

1. a desire. you have to want to go to your desired reality. no brainer, right?

2. belief. this is the big one. you have to trust it’s possible. no “what ifs,” no “but hows.” just trust.

3. persistence. if it doesn’t happen right away, that’s okay. don’t give up. if you’ve ever learned to ride a bike, you know that falling doesn’t mean you can’t do it—it just means you’re learning. shifting is the same.

that’s it. no fancy rituals, no endless research, no “perfect” conditions. the process is simple because it’s natural. you’ve probably done it before without even realizing it— the only reason it feels hard now is because you’ve convinced yourself it has to be.

stop making it harder than it needs to be. shifting isn’t this unattainable, mystical thing reserved for “chosen ones.” it’s something anyone can do. you can do it. your mom can do it. that anti-shifter lurking in every crevice of shiftblr could do it. you’ve always been capable. but you have to stop getting in your own way. stop doubting yourself. stop relying on others to tell you what’s possible. this is your journey. own it.

and above all, be patient. shifting is not a race. it’s not about how fast you can get there or how perfect your dr is. it’s about trust, intention, and focus. log off, tune into yourself, and let it happen. shifting has always been yours to claim. it’s not something you need permission for. it’s not something you need to earn. it’s just you, your mind, and your belief. always has been, always will be.

[paddockletters]

redeemed | lando norris

serie of this smau summary: After a messy breakup, Lando’s fans blame his best friend for ruining his relationship. request: yes! sorry took me too long :(( tbh, this had been sitting in drafts for a while because i wasn’t entirely convinced about it (still not 100%, to be fair), but i thought, “Well, maybe they’ll like it,” so here it issss

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user1: I want to be Y/N so baaaad🤧 lando’sgf: love you so muchhhh!!!❤️ user2: Y/N made it again in Lando’s post, love them! user3: I’d love a friendship like Lando and Y/N’s 😭😭😭

yourusername: Great weekend, miss you alredy muppet 🤧❤️

landonorris: It was! When are you coming to visit again?

user4: Lando replied to Y/N but not his gf…💀💀 user5: THE fit, THE smile, THE overtakes 😭 user6: She really needs to back off from Lando and Alice user7: Photo 3 >>> everything else 🫠

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carlossainz55: Feeling special for being in your post 🤧

yourusername: You should, cos it won’t happen again 💀

user8: Lando’s smile in the 3rd photo? how do I sign up for your life? 😭 user9: She can’t post without Lando or some driver in it 🤮

user10: True that, she’s all about the fame

user11: living my dream life AND looking flawless while doing it?❤️😭 user12: always getting in the way of Lando and Alice, proper messing with them 🙄

user13: what are you on about? Lando and Y/N have been friends for yearsss 🤡

user14: well, why didn’t anyone know about her till now? she just wants Lando for the fame, no doubt

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user15: Lando— HAHAHA

user16: where’s Alice???

user17: y'all are obsessed with his gf, mind your own business ffs

user18: Bet Y/N’s asking Lando not to take Alice 🙄

user19: giiiirl, touch some grass! Alice has been back in her country

user20: Y/N’s always with Lando, so he’s footing the bill for everything

user21: Everything, mate—GP trips, holidays, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s got him paying her rent too 🤮

user22: I wouldn’t want to be Alice, seeing Y/N everywhere around Lando 💀

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user23: an unexpected crossover user24: Oh, so the gold-digger’s moved on to someone else now? user25: Hope you’re proud of yourself for ruining Lando and Alice’s relationship, biTCH user26: Hope you die

carlossainz55: should I feel proud because you went to a Real Madrid match or bad for "L" because you went out with someone from that team???

carlossainz55: nah, estoy orgulloso

user27: stay away from Lando, you slut

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user28: Nearly had a heart attack, thought Lando was going to be a dad 😭😭😭 user29: No way, she was the one who cheated 💀 user30: 💀

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landonorris:  I lost the best thing in my life because of all of you.

Because of your words, your hate, your accusations. You turned her into the villain when all she ever was, was my best friend.

You all tore us apart, pushed me to let go of the one person who truly mattered, all because you couldn’t mind your own business.

And now, seven months later, I see the truth—she was never the problem. I was. I should’ve fought for her. But instead, I let you win.

I’ll never forgive myself for that. I lost her because of you.

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user31: lando, you did what you thought was best at the time. We’re all human, and nobody should have been attacking her like that

user32: we judged her without knowing the full story 🤧

user33: can’t believe we believed the lies

user 34: I feel so bad now

danielricciardo: Lando, I’ve got your back. It’s crazy how people act like they know your life when they don’t 🤛

user35: It’s hard to see things clearly when the pressure is on you. Glad you’re speaking out now, nobody deserves that kind of hate, especially someone as good

user36: It’s obvious she meant a lot to you but the media and fans never understood that

user37: We were too quick to judge her

maxverstappen1: People love to talk without knowing the full story. Stay strong, mate, always here if you need to talk 🤜🤜

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landonorris: I don’t think there’s anyone who deserves this more than her. From being the absolute boss she is in everything she touches to owning this year’s CEO of the Year award (seriously, she’s amazing), I couldn’t be prouder I of course I’m the best wag

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user38: YOUR WIFE?!?!? 😱 i can’t even process it. Lando, what’s happening?!

user39: wait, I thought you were single?? How did we miss this??

user40: no… I THOUGHT THE WERE FRIENDSS????

user41: wait a damn minute—Lando’s married??!! And she’s holding CEO of the year??? I need answers 😭

user42: OH MY GODDD She’s literally living the dream!! And Lando, we all knew you were the best, but now you’ve just confirmed it

user43: HE’S MARRIED?!? And she’s CEO OF THE YEAR?!?! You guys are literally goals

user44: i’m happy for you but also I’m crying in my room so… mixed emotions 🫠🧡

user45: Y/N is literally TOO perfect and it’s offensive to the rest of us 😭😭😭

user46: No hate, but also… I’m fighting for my life over here while Y/N is living my dream 😭

user47: @/yourusername you wake up every day and think, ‘how can I flex on everyone today?’ Because wow 💀