#Had fun making these outfits for them though

[lukie17]

As a follow up of sorts how would the LADS react to being gifted a body pillow of the reader?

LADS react to being gifted a body pillow of you

My first request ever! I hope you like it anon!

I do NOT write for Rafayel

Xavier

Xavier had been to bed rest after he went on a solo mission, he had broken one of his legs and he was not allowed to be your partner until he was fully recovered. He liked the fact that he had time to sleep but he did not like the fact that you would be going on solo missions for a while.

It got worse when you were going to go to another city for a uncover mission and he was the sulkiest man ever. What did you do? You decided to give him a little something until you came back. Xavier was still sleeping when you placed the pillow beside him.

Xavier woke up a few hours later with your printed face at his side. The sleep was still fogging his mind until he realized that the one beside him was not you, he found a little note at the side of the pillow.

I know that you will be lonely while I am going, so I hope this will keep you company ;) - You

Xavier felt so happy, even if you were miles away, he could still hug you. The pillow was his partner for the rest of his recovery, whenever you were away, he hugged it tightly to the point that it smelled like him. He almost killed Jeremiah when he laughed at him for the pillow, good thing that his leg was still recovering giving the time to Jeremiah to run.

Xavier used the pillow every time he was home, even when you were with him. he will hold you in his arms as the pillow rested at the other side of the bed. No matter where he turned, you will be him in bed! Though he preferred you over the pillow, it didn't not matter that you looked really pretty in the pillow, he could get freaky with it.

Zayne

Our favorite doctor felt conflicted to say the least. His reaction might have been different if you had sent the pillow to another location, like home, but you had decided to send it to his office at the hospital. The image was a little spicy to his liking, you were wearing a maid outfit and winking in the body pillow. And now Zayne would have trouble focusing on his work.

Did he like the pillow? He will never admit it out loud. That would be something that he could use behind closed doors or at home, but never in a public space like his office. Zayne will have to scold you for this, he liked your jokes, but it was too much.

He did not want to leave it in the office, but he also didn't want to take it home if someone saw it. His mind was conflicted, should he freeze the pillow? should he leave it here and hope no one would see it while he was working? It was a miracle that it had made all the way to his office without someone noticing what it was.

As he was pondering his options, he did not notice the door opening and Yvonne walking to leave some papers. They looked at each other in uncomfortable silence, until Zayne saw the flash of a camara, and he froze.

"Yvonne..."

"My! My!" the nurse chuckled "The fearsome doctor Zayne is a man after all, and he cannot resist the manly urge he has!"

"This is not what you think..."

But she walked away, calling for Gresyon in her leave. Zayne's gaze returned to the pillow, your checky expression was only annoying more. He will take the pillow home and with it a punishment. Hopefully, you would like the mandatory rest that he was going to force on you, and not because your heart condition, darling.

Sylus

It was a gift from the twins. They knew he sulked whenever you went away, so they took a photo session with you and made a body pillow for his boss! Only the best for the best boss man ever. But what they weren't expecting is that Sylus will have them in a hold as he examined the body pillow.

You looked ravishing in your little outfit, making a suggestive pose only for your husband. Sylus had made fun of you for the body pillow, and he was starting to see the appeal of it, but something was bothering him. Why did you let the twins take pictures of you? Why did you not let your husband take the pictures? He would have had more fun with you instead of them.

"We can explain!" Kieran cried as he was lifted into the air "It's a birthday gift! A birthday gift!" Luke nodded at his side.

"Is that so?" his red eyes scanning his henchmen "Then why has my gift arrived later?"

"We wanted to make it perfect, boss"

"So, you decided to take pictures of my wife," tightening his grip on the twins "in lingerie to put it on a pillow when I could just have my wife to myself?"

Sylus was unsure how to feel with the gift. He could have you whenever he wanted so why he needed a body pillow like that. He was both annoyed and amused. Was this some kind of revenge for him when he rearranged your insides after the body pillow accident? It didn't matter; Sylus was going to have to take measures for his kitten not to misbehave. And the twins? Well, let's say that they had taken a sudden mission at the other side of the globe.

Caleb

My man would be celebrating as if were a quinceañera that had been gifted the party and a trip for her birthday. We would have puppy Caleb at maximum level! What do you mean you are given him a body pillow of you? He was jumping with happiness. Especially because you were wearing a cheerleader costume, you looked so perfect.

It had arrived at his apartment in sky heaven, it was a nice pillow. And Caleb could not take his eyes off it, he had always wanted one, but he never crossed the line, but now you were giving him one!

Caleb would be so happy and would treat that pillow as if it were you, he would sleep so soundly with that pillow beside him, nightmares fading away due to his own personal cheerleader. But he still wondered why you had sent him one. He knew you had one of him, and he never thought you would, so why were you all nice to him right now?

He took his tablet and worked on one of his drones, trying to understand what you had done. When you were teenagers whenever you did something wrong, you would give him a gift and then drop the news on him. He could not find you anywhere, not in the arcade, nor in your favorite cafe, nor in your apartment.

He turned the GPS of your cellphone and found you in the N109 zone. Caleb knew who you went to see, and while he knew that your relationship with Sylus was platonic, that did not stop him from worry. Sylus was someone he wanted to punch in the face ever since he learned about him, especially because he took certain liberties with you. The pillow remained forgotten as Caleb walked out of his apartment, later there would be time to admire the pillow, now he had another matter to take care of.

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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 6

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 9.7k

warning: language

hey guyssss !! heres chapter 6 FINALLY 😭 ik i’ve been slacking a bit and kinda hit a wall towards the end, so it took me a while to push through—but i made it eventually 😃... ngl, i don’t love this chapter, it honestly just felt like a bunch of random yappa yappa, but i still wanted to get it out to you guys instead of delaying it any longer. i tried to edit it as best i could even though i was rushing a bit, so if there are any small mistakes just ignore them pls 🙏🏽 still, i hope you guys enjoy it !! 🥲🫶🏽

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Azzi woke slowly. For a few seconds, she stayed still, blinking up at the ceiling, her body wrapped in that hazy in-between state where dreams and reality blurred together. She could still feel the lingering weight of Paige’s hug, the warmth of her arm draped around her shoulders, the soft rasp of her voice saying goodnight.

A small, almost involuntary smile crept onto Azzis lips.

She stretched lazily, her muscles sore from the 1v1 last night, a pleasant kind of ache that reminded her of how hard they’d gone at it. But even with the soreness, there was a lightness in her chest she couldn’t quite explain. It had been a while since she’d felt something like that—easy, real, comfortable.

After a few more minutes of lying there, she finally rolled over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. It was later than she thought, almost 9:30 am but for once, she didn’t feel guilty about sleeping in. She unlocked her screen and saw a text from Paige, sent late last night after they said goodbye.

Paige: had a lot of fun tn. sleep well, Az 💗

Azzi stared at the screen, her heart flipping just once in her chest before settling into a steady thrum. The little heart emoji made her feel way more flustered than it probably should have. She bit her bottom lip, grinning down at the phone for a second before setting it face-down beside her.

Get a grip, she told herself, still smiling.

She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cool against her skin, and she shivered slightly as she padded over to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. As she stared at herself in the mirror, patting her skin dry with a towel, she noticed something she hadn’t really seen in a while, an unmistakable brightness in her own eyes.

Maybe it was the game. Maybe it was the late-night walk. Or maybe it was something else entirely.

Azzi shrugged on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, feeling the familiar comfort of her usual lazy-day outfit. She strolled barefoot into the small kitchen area, yawning as she started to make coffee. The smell filled the room almost immediately—rich, warm, grounding.

She leaned against the counter, cup in hand once it was ready, and scrolled absentmindedly through her phone. No new texts yet, not from Paige at least. She wasn’t sure if she should text first or wait. She had said she’d text when she woke up, but technically, she was awake now…

She shook her head, laughing softly at herself. Since when did she get nervous about texting someone ?

Azzi wandered over to the window and pushed it open a crack, letting the cool air drift in. Outside, campus was slowly coming alive—students walking to and from brunch spots, some heading to the gym, others sprawled out on the grass with textbooks and coffee. The world felt peaceful this morning, like it was moving just a little slower.

She sipped her coffee and let her mind drift.

Every time she thought about last night—Paige's arm around her, her laugh filling the quiet air, the softness in her voice as they said goodbye, Azzi felt her chest get a little tighter. Not in a bad way. Just in a way that made her notice.

There had always been something magnetic about Paige, even when Azzi had tried not to notice it. But last night felt different. It wasn’t just admiration or awe or friendship. It was something smaller and quieter, slipping beneath her skin when she wasn’t looking.

Azzi shook her head again, smiling into her cup. “Get it together,” she muttered under her breath.

She finished her coffee slowly, watching the clouds shift lazily across the blue sky. She didn’t have much planned for the day—maybe a little homework, maybe a run later if she felt like it. But mostly, she was just waiting. Waiting for a text from Paige. Waiting for an excuse to see her again.

Azzi set her empty cup in the sink and grabbed her laptop, settling onto the couch with a blanket tucked around her legs. She opened a textbook on the side, pretending she was going to study, but her mind wasn’t really on her notes. It kept drifting back to the way Paige had looked at her last night like maybe she didn’t want to leave either.

She let herself sink into the memory for a while, the edges of it blurring into something softer, sweeter.

There was a part of her that worried maybe she was reading too much into it. Maybe to Paige it was just a fun night between friends. But deep down, under the nerves and the second-guessing, Azzi felt something she couldn’t ignore. A pull. A possibility.

And it scared her just a little.

But it also made her want to lean into it, just a little more.

Azzi glanced at her phone again, hesitating for a second before unlocking it. Her thumb hovered over Paige’s contact name, heart tapping against her ribs. She had just remembered that last night she did invite Paige over today and that she would message first to let her know.

After a moment of quiet, she typed out a simple message:

Azzi: morning. hope u slept well. lmk when you’re up for today :)

She stared at it for a second, then hit send before she could overthink it.

Setting the phone down again, Azzi curled deeper into the couch, letting the slow, steady hum of the morning fill the room.

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Paige stood in front of the mirror, the cool water from the shower still dripping off her skin as she wrapped a towel around her body. The steam from the bathroom lingered in the air, making her feel like she had just come back from something warmer than just a typical morning routine. She stared at her reflection for a moment longer than usual, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she thought about last night. About Azzi.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d been looking forward to today, but now, as she dried her hair and got dressed, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Her heart fluttered at the thought of hanging out with Azzi, just the two of them, without any of the usual distractions. She quickly threw on a pair of black sweatpants and a simple hoodie, tying her hair up into a messy bun. The final touch was slipping on her favorite pair of crocs, the ones she wore when she wanted to feel comfortable and at ease.

Paige glanced at her phone, checking the time before deciding she had a few more minutes to get ready. The message from Azzi was still fresh in her mind: morning. hope u slept well. lmk when you’re up for today :)

She smiled to herself, tapping out a quick reply:

Paige: hey, good morning. i js finished showering, so im bout to head over. cant wait to see you

She hit send, her excitement bubbling to the surface. It felt so easy, this new dynamic between them. 

After a few minutes, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, and Azzi’s message made her heart skip a beat

Azzi: perfect timing !! im starting to make bacon and eggs for breakfast—thought u could join me when u get here

A soft laugh escaped Paige’s lips. Bacon and eggs, she thought, as she imagined the warmth of Azzi’s dorm and the simple comfort of being with her. She felt her pulse quicken, but she shook her head at herself, trying to stay grounded. This wasn’t a big deal. They were just two people hanging out. Nothing more.

Paige quickly grabbed her keys before heading out of her dorm, her mind still lingering on the thought of breakfast with Azzi. As she made her way across campus, the cool air was a welcome contrast to the warmth she felt inside. She took the familiar path toward Azzi’s dorm, her thoughts drifting between the little moments they’d shared so far—the game last night, the hug outside the dorm, the way Azzi’s smile had made her heart flip. She hadn’t expected any of this to happen. Not like this. But now that it was, she didn’t want it to stop.

When she reached Azzi’s dorm, she knocked lightly on the door, the soft sound echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway. A few moments passed, and then the door swung open. Azzi stood there, looking effortlessly comfortable in her sweatpants and hoodie, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She was barefoot, her socks tucked into a pair of slippers, and she smiled warmly as she greeted Paige.

“Hey,” Azzi said, stepping aside to let Paige in. “I was just about to start cooking.”

Paige grinned back, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her as she stepped into Azzi’s space. It felt familiar already, even though she hadn’t spent much time here before. Azzi’s dorm was cozy, cluttered in a way that felt inviting and real. She could smell the faint scent of coffee mixed with the savory promise of breakfast.

Azzi closed the door behind them, her hands moving instinctively to the stove, where a pan was heating up. “You can sit down if you want,” she said casually, but there was a certain softness in her tone that made Paige’s heart race a little faster.

Instead of sitting right away, Paige took a few steps closer to Azzi. The two of them just stood there for a second, neither of them saying anything, but the silence felt comfortable, not awkward. Paige moved without thinking, stepping into Azzi’s personal space just enough to close the distance. Azzi looked up, eyes soft, and then Paige found herself pulling her into a hug.

Azzi’s arms wrapped around Paige almost instantly, her face pressing into the crook of Paige’s neck. Paige felt a small sigh escape Azzi’s lips, the kind of sigh that was warm and content. She couldn’t help but rest her cheek on the top of Azzi’s head, closing her eyes as they stood there, holding each other. The feeling between them was so natural, so easy, that Paige didn’t want to pull away.

Azzi was warm against her, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, and Paige felt like time slowed down just a little bit. She let her arms tighten around Azzi, feeling the softness of her hoodie beneath her fingertips, and smiled softly to herself. This moment, standing there in Azzi’s dorm with her arms around her, felt like something she could hold on to forever.

For a few seconds, neither of them moved. It wasn’t an awkward hug or an intense one, just 2 people holding each other in a way that felt completely natural. Paige’s heart fluttered a little at the feeling, the simplicity of the connection.

Finally, Azzi pulled away just slightly, but only enough to look up at Paige. She smiled, a quiet, genuine smile that made Paige’s chest swell a little. “I guess breakfast is on hold until you get settled in,” Azzi teased lightly, her voice soft.

Paige chuckled, stepping back slightly. “I’m already settled,” she replied, a little breathless, still feeling the echo of their embrace in her chest.

Azzi laughed quietly, moving toward the stove. “Alright, well, you’ll just have to wait a minute. Bacon and eggs coming right up.”

Paige took a seat at the small table, her eyes lingering on Azzi as she moved around the kitchen. Her heart still raced, but in the best possible way. 

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The smell of sizzling bacon and eggs filled the room, and Paige couldnt help but smile as Azzi worked efficiently, moving around the small kitchen with ease. The soft sizzle of the pan was the only sound breaking the comfortable silence between them, and Paige just sat there, her eyes never really leaving Azzi as she prepared their breakfast.

Azzi glanced over her shoulder at one point, catching Paige’s gaze, and the corners of her lips twitched up in a soft smile. “You’re staring,” Azzi teased, her voice light and playful.

Paige blinked, snapping out of her thoughts, and felt her cheeks heat up. “Sorry,” she said quickly, laughing a little. “Just… thinking about how good this smells.”

Azzi chuckled, turning her attention back to the pan. “Well, I’m glad you’re excited. You’d better be hungry.” She finished cooking and plated the food, handing Paige a plate with eggs, bacon, and toast. She followed suit with her own plate, and they both sat down at the small table. The room was quiet except for the clinking of forks on plates and the soft sound of their breathing as they dug into the food.

The moment felt peaceful, like the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them in this quiet, cozy bubble. Paige had been so used to rushing through everything, but this? This felt different. She didn’t have to worry about anything—there was no pressure, no expectations. It was just her and Azzi, sharing breakfast together.

“So,” Azzi began, breaking the comfortable silence. “What’s your idea of a perfect day?”

Paige paused, her fork halfway to her mouth, thinking. It was such a simple question, but it felt important, like one of those questions that would help her get to know Azzi a little more. “Hmmmmm” she said, chewing thoughtfully. “Honestly, I think it’s a day like today. Something chill. Maybe a lazy morning, some time to just… be. Then maybe going out for a quick shootaround or to the park, just getting out and not worrying about anything. You know?”

Azzi nodded thoughtfully, her eyes soft. “That sounds nice. I get what you mean about the no-worries thing. I like days when everything feels simple and easy. The days when I don’t feel like I have to be somewhere or do something specific. Just being present.”

Paige smiled, feeling a little more connected with Azzi in that moment. “Yeah, exactly. And for me, that kind of day always has some sort of comfort food. You know, like this breakfast. It just makes everything feel better.”

Azzi laughed softly, her eyes twinkling. “Well, good thing you came over then. I’m a pro at making comfort food.”

Paige smiled back, her heart warming a little. “You definitely know your way around a stove.”

They ate in companionable silence for a moment before Azzi glanced up, a playful glint in her eyes. “Alright. What’s your biggest fear?”

Paige blinked, a little taken aback by the question. She had expected something lighter, maybe more about her favorite song or something simple, but this? This was deeper, realer. It made her heart beat just a little faster. She set her fork down, thinking carefully before responding.

“I guess my biggest fear is… not being good enough. Like, I’ve always had high expectations for myself, you know? Whether it’s basketball or school or whatever, I always feel like I have to be the best. And sometimes, I’m scared that if I don’t live up to those expectations, I’ll disappoint people. Or worse, disappoint myself.”

Azzi’s expression softened, and she reached across the table, resting her hand gently on Paige’s. “Paige,” she said quietly, “you’re already amazing. You don’t have to be perfect. Just being you is more than enough.”

Paige felt her chest tighten slightly, her heart fluttering with the sincerity in Azzi’s voice. She squeezed Azzi’s hand gently before pulling away, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Thanks, Azzi. That… means a lot.”

Azzi gave her a small, encouraging smile. “Of course. We all have our fears, but they don’t define us. You’ve got so much going for you already.”

Paige’s eyes softened, grateful for Azzi’s kindness. “What about you? What’s your biggest fear?”

Azzi paused, her eyes dropping to her plate for a moment as if contemplating how much she should share. Finally, she looked back up at Paige, her gaze vulnerable but honest. “I guess I’m scared of not being able to live up to my potential. Like, I have all these things I want to do in life, but what if I never get there? What if I let my own doubts and fears hold me back? I just don’t want to look back one day and regret not trying harder.”

Paige could hear the weight of Azzi’s words, the raw honesty behind them. She didn’t respond immediately, instead letting the silence stretch between them as she thought about how she could help lighten that burden. She reached out and gently touched Azzi’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’re going to do amazing things, Azzi. I can tell. You’ve got so much heart and strength. Don’t let anything stop you.”

Azzi smiled at her, her eyes shining with warmth. “Thanks, Paige. That means a lot.”

They sat there for a moment, just smiling at each other, before Azzi broke the silence again with another question. “What annoys you the most?”

Paige thought for a second, tapping her chin as if considering the answer. “I can’t stand when people don’t take responsibility for their actions. Like, when they act like nothing’s their fault and they just blame everyone else. It drives me crazy.”

Azzi laughed softly. “I get that. I can’t stand when people are dishonest or fake. I like it when people are real with me, even if it’s uncomfortable. I’d rather someone tell me the truth than beat around the bush.”

Paige nodded, feeling a sense of alignment in their answers. “That’s fair. I respect that a lot.”

Azzi’s eyes sparkled again, and she leaned forward, a bit of mischief in her gaze. “Alright, one more question. Fun fact about you. Go.”

Paige grinned, feeling a little mischievous herself. “Alright, alright. Fun fact about me? Hmmmm.  I once tried to bake cookies and forgot to add sugar. They were awful, but I ate them anyway, like some kind of sad cookie monster. No regrets.”

Azzi’s eyes widened, and she burst into laughter. “Oh my god, that’s amazing ! You didn’t even notice?”

Paige laughed too, shaking her head. “Nope! I was so focused on the process, I totally forgot the sugar. But I still ate them because, well, they were cookies.”

Azzi laughed again, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re something else, Paige. I can’t believe you did that.”

Paige grinned back, her heart lighter than it had been in a long time. “What about you? Fun fact?”

Azzi paused, her eyes glinting with thought before she shrugged playfully. “I once tried to teach myself how to juggle… ended up hitting myself in the face with one of the balls. That was the end of that dream.”

Paige laughed, a bright, genuine laugh that made her feel more connected to Azzi than ever before. “Oh my goodness, that’s hilarious. You’re lucky you didn’t break your nose.”

Azzi gave her a playful look. “Well, I didn’t, but it was close. So now I stick to safer hobbies.”

The two of them sat there, laughing together, sharing more of those little moments that made life feel brighter. There was a comfortable rhythm between them now—easy, genuine, and fun. Paige didn’t know what would happen next, but in this moment, with Azzi, she felt like everything was exactly where it needed to be.

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The moment they finished their breakfast, Paige stood up from the table, looking around the small kitchen. She felt the urge to clean up, the familiar instinct kicking in to help, but as she reached for the plates, Azzi’s voice stopped her.

“No, no, I’ve got this,” Azzi said, waving her hand in a dismissive yet playful gesture. “You relax. Let me handle it.”

Paige raised an eyebrow, the familiar pull to help still tugging at her. “You sure?” she asked, glancing between the dishes and Azzi, who was already walking toward the sink.

Azzi flashed her a smile, her eyes lighting up. “I’m sure. You can just… chill out for a minute, yea ?”

Paige hesitated for a moment longer but then gave in, her shoulders relaxing as she sat back down at the table. The sound of Azzi humming softly as she washed the dishes filled the space between them, creating a sense of domestic comfort that Paige wasn’t used to.

Still, a part of Paige felt like she should help, so when Azzi turned her back, Paige stood up again, walking toward the sink with the intent of grabbing the drying towel.

“I’m serious,” Azzi said, catching her before Paige could reach for the towel. “Go sit down. I’m the one who cooked, remember?”

Paige smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yeah, but I’m not about to leave you doing all the work. It’s not fair.”

Azzi sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. “Fine,” she said with a grin, “but you’re not allowed to lift a finger after this, got it?”

Paige laughed, feeling a lightness in her chest that she hadn’t realized she’d been missing. “Deal.”

Azzi finished up the dishes, and when the last plate was rinsed, she turned to Paige, wiping her hands on a towel. “Alright, now that we’ve got that sorted, what do you wanna do?”

Paige paused for a moment, glancing out the window where the day was slowly starting to brighten. “I dunno,” she said, her voice light. “What do you usually do when you have a day off?”

Azzi grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Well, one of my favorite things to do is watch movies. I’ve got a soft spot for Frozen,” she added with a playful shrug, as if it was some deep, personal confession.

Paige blinked, then laughed, the sound of it filling the room. “Frozen? Seriously?”

Azzi chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve watched it. It’s a classic, and I think it’s one of those movies that just makes me feel… happy, you know?”

Paige grinned. “I mean I’ve already watched it but you’re gonna make me watch it again, huh?”

Azzi raised an eyebrow and gave a slight nod. “Yes. You won’t regret it, I swear.”

Paige let out a mock groan, but the playful smile on her face betrayed any hint of actual reluctance. “Okay, fine. Let’s do it. I’m sure it’s gonna be a magical time.” Her voice was teasing as she mimicked a dramatic, over-the-top tone.

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible,” she teased, before grabbing the remote from the couch and heading toward the TV. Paige followed her, taking a seat on the couch with a dramatic flop as she leaned back against the cushions.

Azzi sat beside her, and for a moment, there was just the soft clicking of the remote and the rustle of blankets as Azzi settled in. Then, with surprising confidence, Azzi lifted Paige’s arm, carefully draping it over her own shoulders, before resting her head gently on Paige’s shoulder.

Paige stiffened for a moment, feeling a little caught off guard by the closeness. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t expected Azzi to be so comfortable in such an intimate space. But when Azzi relaxed against her, breathing softly, Paige felt a warmth spread through her chest. She shifted a little, trying to adjust to the situation, but it felt right.

Azzi, seeming completely at ease, moved her arm around Paige’s waist, draping it gently across her stomach. The proximity felt natural, almost like they had done this a hundred times before. Paige’s heart began to race, but she tried to keep her cool, focusing instead on the screen in front of them.

The opening credits of Frozen rolled, but Paige found it hard to focus on the movie with Azzi so close. Her breath caught in her throat each time Azzi shifted, each time the warmth of Azzi’s body pressed a little closer against hers. She could feel the steady rise and fall of Azzi’s chest, the gentle weight of her head on her shoulder, and her hand across her stomach, grounding her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. It wasn’t just a casual touch, it felt like Azzi was seeking comfort in her, and Paige wasn’t sure she could breathe.

A part of her wanted to lean in, to let the closeness envelope her entirely, but another part of her was terrified of ruining the moment. So, instead, she just sat there, trying to breathe steadily, trying to pretend that everything was normal, even though her heart was thudding louder than she cared to admit.

Azzi let out a soft sigh, snuggling closer, and Paige felt her own heartbeat echoing in her ears.

It felt so easy, so natural to have Azzi next to her like this. They didn’t need to say anything, didn’t need to force anything. The silence between them was comfortable, warm. The movie played on, but Paige found herself lost in the quiet rhythm of their shared space.

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As the movie played on, the room grew quieter, the only sounds coming from the soft hum of the TV and the occasional rustle of the blankets as Azzi shifted slightly. Paige’s focus kept drifting between the movie and the feeling of Azzi so close to her, the warmth of her body pressing against her side, the gentle rhythm of Azzi’s breathing as she relaxed. Paige’s heart fluttered in her chest every time Azzi moved, but she did her best to keep it under control, pretending as if everything was completely normal even though it felt anything but.

Halfway through the movie, a sudden knock at the door shattered the quiet. Azzi lifted her head from Paige’s shoulder, making Paige’s heart drop for just a moment. She had grown so used to the weight of Azzi’s head against her that the absence of it left a strange emptiness. Azzi got up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head, and Paige couldn’t help but follow the movement, her eyes tracing the curve of Azzi’s body as she crossed the room.

“Hold on, let me get that,” Azzi called back to Paige with a smile.

Paige nodded, a little disappointed that the moment was interrupted, but she quickly turned her attention back to the TV, pretending to be engrossed in the movie. She heard Azzi open the door and the sound of two voices—familiar voices reaching her ears.

“Ugh, it’s too early for this,” Caroline’s voice groaned, and Paige immediately recognized the tired tone.

“Right?” Aubrey added, sounding just as rough. “I feel like I’m gonna die.”

Azzi chuckled softly as she stepped back, allowing Caroline and Aubrey to enter. “How’s the hangover?” Azzi asked, her voice lighthearted.

“Terrible,” Caroline muttered, dragging herself in with a hand on her forehead. “I’ve been trying to get in touch with you all morning. Texting, calling, no response. Thought you might’ve disappeared or something.”

Aubrey trailed in behind Caroline, holding her head with one hand. “Yeah, we were starting to get worried. Especially since Paige has been ignoring my messages, too.”

Azzi blinked in surprise. “Paige? She’s here.”

“Wait, seriously?” Caroline’s eyebrows shot up, her voice filled with disbelief.

Aubrey, still a little blurry from her hangover, took in the surroundings. “Looks like you two are cozy,” she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully. Caroline followed her gaze, and both girls gave each other knowing glances before heading toward the couch.

“Hi, Paige,” Caroline said with a teasing smile as she sat down next to her. Aubrey dropped onto the couch beside her, still holding her head, but both girls seemed to be finding comfort in the familiar environment despite their rough condition.

Paige smiled faintly, though she was a little unsure how to act with them suddenly here. She glanced at Azzi, who was standing near the door. “How’s your hangover?” she asked them, trying to keep her voice casual.

Caroline grimaced, leaning back against the couch. “Like I got hit by a truck, but I’ll survive.”

“Same,” Aubrey added with a small groan, adjusting her position on the couch. “Just make it stop spinning for a bit.”

Azzi, still standing near the door, took in the scene. Without saying anything, she walked over to the counter, grabbing two bottles of water. She handed them to Aubrey and Caroline with a quiet but thoughtful smile.

“There you go. Drink up,” Azzi said softly, before turning to Caroline. “You’re gonna have to move over.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “What, am I in the way?” she asked playfully.

Azzi didn’t respond but just gave a small grin and nudged Caroline’s leg with her knee, the subtle action leaving no room for argument. Caroline, though still teasing, scooted over without hesitation. Paige, who had been watching the exchange, felt her face flush at the motion. Her breath hitched in her throat when Azzi settled next to her, and for a moment, she froze.

Azzi settled in so naturally, so effortlessly. Paige couldn’t help but notice how their shoulders brushed as Azzi made herself comfortable. Her heart fluttered, and she didn’t know how to act. A part of her wanted to pull away, unsure of what to do with the proximity, but another part wanted to stay there, to be close to Azzi.

Paige, trying to play it cool, pretended to stretch. She raised her arm above her head in a dramatic yawn, stretching her back to relieve some of the tension that had built up in her chest. But as her arm lowered, she carefully placed it around Azzi’s shoulder, pulling her just a little closer.

Azzi’s breath hitched for a brief second, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed into the touch, leaning into Paige’s side, the soft hum of the movie still playing in the background.

Caroline and Aubrey exchanged a glance from the corner of their eyes, but neither of them said anything, though they both noticed. They just continued sipping their water, trying to act like they hadn’t seen the subtle shift in the air. But it was clear they both knew something was happening.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” Aubrey said, putting her head back and closing her eyes. “Wake me up when you two are ready to, I don’t know, finally admit whatever’s going on here.” Her voice was teasing but filled with a quiet amusement.

Caroline snorted, but her gaze lingered on the two of them. “Right? It’s so obvious.”

Paige stiffened slightly but quickly masked it with a chuckle. “You guys are insane,” she muttered, trying to hide the warmth that crept up her neck. Azzi’s hand had shifted slightly, resting lightly on her leg, and she could feel the warmth of it, the subtle pressure that sent a little shock of electricity through her.

Azzi smiled softly, her head resting more comfortably against Paige’s shoulder once again. “Yeah, yeah, keep teasing,” Azzi said in a low voice, though there was no trace of irritation. “I’m sure you both have some brilliant theories.”

“Maybe we do,” Caroline said, her tone light but knowing.

“I’m just here for the drama,” Aubrey chimed in, already halfway asleep.

The silence that followed felt different this time. It wasn’t awkward, but comfortable almost like the space between them had shifted, like a new understanding was forming. And for the first time in a long while, Paige felt like she was exactly where she was supposed to be, the warmth of Azzi beside her grounding her in a way she didn’t know she needed.

Azzi’s head nestled against her shoulder again, her hand resting lightly on Paige’s, and Paige, with a soft sigh, gave in. She closed her eyes, not caring that her heart was racing, not caring about anything except the quiet warmth of Azzi’s presence beside her.

—---------------------------------

The room was still and quiet .The movie had long ended, and now the only sound was the occasional shift of bodies and the soft rhythm of breathing. Everyone had somehow ended up asleep on the couch, scattered in an uncoordinated mess of limbs and blankets, their exhaustion from the previous night’s shenanigans finally catching up with them.

Caroline, still struggling with the remnants of her hangover, had drifted off with her head resting awkwardly against the armrest. Aubrey, still a bit fuzzy and feeling the slow throbbing in her skull, had ended up half-lying across Caroline, one of her arms flung over her friend’s chest. Azzi, nestled next to Paige, was curled up against her side, her head resting comfortably on Paige’s shoulder. Paige, in turn, had one arm draped around Azzi, pulling her closer as they both slept deeply, their bodies pressed together in a way that would have been too intimate if they were awake but felt completely natural now.

And then, as if on cue, Aubrey’s unconscious movements decided to make their mark. With a sudden shift in her sleep, she rolled over, her hand coming down sharply to smack Caroline right in the face.

“OWW! What the fuck, Aubrey?” Caroline’s voice was a mix of sleepiness and annoyance, her hand instinctively swatting back.

“Fuck! What the hell?” Aubrey shot up, rubbing her forehead as she blinked rapidly, groaning at the remnants of her hangover. Her hand had hit Caroline square in the face, and now both of them were wide awake, squinting at each other in the dimmed room.

Caroline, still groggy, rubbed her face dramatically, glancing over at Aubrey with narrowed eyes. “You just fucking slapped me in the face! What’s wrong with you?”

Aubrey looked down at her own hand and then at Caroline’s irritated expression, and she could only laugh, albeit weakly, considering the pounding headache that was still blaring in her skull. “I swear to God, you make me sound like a damn trainwreck.”

Caroline flicked her finger at Aubrey’s forehead, not at all sorry for the slap she’d returned. “You are a damn trainwreck.”

Aubrey was about to snap back with something witty when she froze. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to look over at Paige and Azzi, who were still sleeping soundly on the other side of the couch. The sight made her pause for a moment. “Uh… Caroline,” she said in a low voice, her tone suddenly taking on a mischievous quality. “Look at this.”

Caroline, who was still rubbing her face, followed Aubrey’s gaze, and then her eyes widened. “Wait… What the fuck?”

On the side of the couch, Paige and Azzi were sleeping in a full embrace. Paige’s arm was wrapped securely around Azzi, pulling her closer as Azzi’s hand was draped across Paige’s stomach, both of them pressed together in an almost impossibly intimate position. Azzi’s head was nestled gently into Paige’s neck, her breath soft against the skin there, while Paige’s head rested atop Azzi’s, her body fully entwined with hers. It was a scene that, had anyone else walked in, would have made them question everything they thought they knew about the two.

Aubrey snickered, leaning back slightly against the couch, clearly entertained. “Well, well, well… look who’s cozy,” she whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly and disturb the scene in front of her.

Caroline, still a little hungover, squinted at the pair and then at Aubrey. “Oh my. This is too perfect. We gotta get a picture of this.”

“Absolutely,” Aubrey agreed, a grin slowly spreading across her face. “I mean, how can we not? This is the best content we’ve had all week.”

As they both reached for their phones, Caroline whispered, “Wait, hold on. We don’t want to scare them.” But just as Aubrey was about to snap the picture, Azzi shifted slightly, her face scrunching up in her sleep, and she burrowed even deeper into Paige’s side.

Aubrey froze, phone in hand, and Caroline stopped moving altogether. “Shit… What if she wakes up?” Caroline whispered, her eyes wide.

But Azzi didn’t wake up. She just snuggled even closer to Paige, one of her legs slipping between Paige’s, and her head shifting to nestle more comfortably against her neck. Paige, completely unaware, just mumbled something inaudible in her sleep but remained blissfully unaware of the teasing spectacle unfolding around her.

“Alright, fuck it,” Aubrey muttered. “We’re getting this picture.”

Caroline snuck her phone out and angled it carefully, making sure the moment was captured before either of them had a chance to ruin it. The flash went off, and the pair held their breath, waiting to see if Azzi or Paige would stir, but neither of them moved.

“Perfect,” Caroline said, trying to stifle a giggle. “This is going straight into our team group chat so we can annoy Paige. Maybe even Insta, if I’m feeling brave.”

Aubrey rolled her eyes, still holding her phone. “You’re evil.”

Caroline smiled, clearly pleased with herself. “Evil, but it’s for the greater good.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna have to get them back for this,” Aubrey said, sitting back and rubbing her eyes, groaning softly. “But right now, all I want is food.”

“Oh my God, same,” Caroline agreed, trying to sit up but grimacing as her headache throbbed. “I’m so fucking hungry, I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”

Aubrey gave her a sympathetic glance. “Yeah, me too. Let’s order something. We’ll wake them up when the food gets here. Let them sleep off whatever weirdness is going on between them.”

Caroline raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You really think they’ll sleep through the food delivery? They’re both huge eaters. There’s no way.”

Aubrey smirked. “We’ll see.”

Caroline and Aubrey quietly began scrolling through their phones to order takeout, carefully choosing a spread of greasy comfort food that would hopefully ease their symptoms. Pizza, chips, burgers—anything that could be delivered fast and wasn’t too complicated. When the order was placed, Aubrey put her phone down with a sigh, rubbing her temples.

“We’ll give them a little more time,” she said with a smirk. “Then we’ll wake them up. This is going to be funny.”

Caroline nodded, resting back against the couch, and they both shared a knowing look. They knew exactly what they were doing and that when Paige and Azzi woke up, they’d be in for a very different kind of surprise.

But for now, they both relaxed, watching the quiet, peaceful scene before them, amused at the way their friends were tangled together. It felt like the calm before the storm. And when the food arrived, it would be the perfect time to let the chaos—and the teasing—begin.

—---------------------------------

The soft, lazy silence stretched on for a while longer, broken only by the occasional grumble of a stomach or the faint buzz of Caroline’s phone vibrating on the coffee table with updates about their food order. Finally, after what felt like forever, a sharp knock at the door echoed through the room, followed by the familiar ding-dong of the delivery guy mashing the doorbell.

Aubrey groaned dramatically and pushed herself off the couch, grabbing her wallet from the table. “That better be our fucking salvation,” she muttered, shuffling toward the door like a zombie.

Caroline cracked an eye open and mumbled, “If it’s not, I’m throwing hands bru.”

Aubrey came back a minute later, balancing 2 huge bags of greasy goodness in her arms. The smell alone was enough to make Caroline sit up straight, her headache momentarily forgotten.

“Operation wake the dumbasses begins now,” Aubrey said, grinning wickedly.

Caroline laughed under her breath. “Poor things don’t even know what’s about to hit them.”

Aubrey set the food down carefully on the low table, then turned to survey the couch, hands on her hips like a general planning an attack.

Paige and Azzi were still a tangled mess of limbs, dead to the world.

“Alright,” Aubrey said, rubbing her hands together. “Time for some fun.”

Caroline tiptoed closer, crouching by Azzi’s side. She reached out and poked her cheek lightly.

“Azzi…” Caroline whispered, then poked harder. “Wake up, dude.”

Azzi groaned softly, her face scrunching up, but she didn’t move much beyond burrowing even closer into Paige’s side. Paige, still deep asleep, just mumbled something incomprehensible and tightened her arm around Azzi.

Aubrey, meanwhile, was bouncing on her heels in excitement. “Ok, fuck this,” she whispered to Caroline, grinning like a devil. “Watch this.”

Without any more warning, Aubrey leaned down, cupped her hands around her mouth, and screamed directly into Paige’s ear.

“PAIGE, THERE’S A FIRE !!!” 

The reaction was immediate and chaotic.

Paige jolted awake so violently that she flinched and practically yeeted Azzi off the couch. Azzi yelped as she tumbled onto the floor with a dull thud, groaning as she blinked in confusion.

“SHIT—Azzi! Fuck!” Paige cried out, scrambling to sit up, her heart pounding out of her chest. “I’m so sorry, are you okay ?”

Azzi, still laying on the carpet, blinked up at her with the most disoriented, betrayed look. “What the hell just happened?”

Caroline was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach, almost falling over herself. Aubrey had collapsed onto the couch, tears of laughter coming down her face.

Paige leaned over the side of the couch, offering Azzi her hand sheepishly. “I didn’t mean to. Aubrey screamed and—and I panicked”

Azzi took Paige’s hand and let her pull her up with a dramatic, suffering sigh. “You flinched so hard, I thought there was actually a fire.”

Paige gave her a guilty half-smile, scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry. Reflexes. You know… athlete shit,” she said weakly, trying to play it off.

Azzi snorted and shook her head, amused despite herself. “You owe me like 10 ice cream tubs for that.”

Paige grinned, relieved. “Deal.”

Once Azzi was safely back on her feet and dusted off, she rubbed her eyes and glanced around the room, her voice scratchy from sleep. “Wait… what time is it?”

Caroline and Aubrey exchanged mischievous glances but said nothing.

Azzi stumbled over to the table and checked Caroline’s phone, her eyes widening comically. “IT’S 5:30pm ?!?!”

Paige, still half-asleep, muttered, “In the evening?”

“YES, in the evening!” Azzi exclaimed, running a hand through her messy curls. “We slept the whole fucking day away!”

Aubrey shrugged, clearly unbothered. 

“I feel like a new person.” Caroline said, grabbing a slice of pizza and sinking back into the couch. 

“After you slapped me in the face, maybe,” Aubrey muttered.

Everyone settled around the low table, grabbing food greedily. Paige sat next to Azzi again, this time a little more cautious about where her limbs were. Azzi plopped down beside her, stealing a handful of chips off Paige’s plate without even asking.

They were halfway through demolishing the food when everyone’s phones buzzed simultaneously.

Paige glanced at hers, mouth full of pizza. A notification from the university:

“Reminder: Upcoming Assessment Next Friday. Attendance Mandatory.”

A collective groan rippled through the room.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Aubrey moaned, dropping her burger onto her plate. “Next Friday? I’m not mentally prepared for this shit.”

Caroline scowled at her screen. “I’m still not mentally prepared for today.”

Paige was about to complain too when she noticed a second email notification—this one addressed just to her, from the professor.

Azzi, curious, leaned over closer, casually resting her chin on Paige’s shoulder to read along with her. Paige stiffened for a split second at the warm weight of Azzi against her, but managed to stay cool.

The email read:

Subject: Academic Eligibility Reminder

Good evening Paige,

Just a reminder that the upcoming exam is crucial for maintaining your eligibility for the season. Please reach out if you need any additional support or resources. You’re capable of this—stay focused.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, her chin still on Paige’s shoulder, and murmured, “Looks like someone’s under pressure.”

Paige gave a small, tired smile. “Yea. No big deal or anything,” she muttered, trying to sound casual but clearly a little stressed.

Azzi nudged her gently with her forehead. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you. We’ll set up extra sessions this week. You’re not failing on my watch.”

Paige turned her head slightly to meet Azzi’s gaze, their faces much closer than either of them seemed to realize. “Thanks, Az,” she said, voice softer now, genuinely grateful.

Azzi smiled and bumped their shoulders together. “Anytime.”

Aubrey, oblivious to the moment, stuffed another handful of chips into her mouth and mumbled, “You two are disgustingly cute sometimes.”

Caroline raised her soft drink can. “Agreed. To disgustingly cute friendships—and surviving next Friday.”

They all clinked their drinks together with exaggerated solemnity.

Azzi perked up suddenly, her eyes lighting up with mischief.

“So…” she said, sitting up a little straighter, “cards after this?”

That earned her a mix of groans and laughter.

“God help us,” Aubrey said, dramatically collapsing onto the floor like she’d already lost.

Paige smirked, eyes locked on Azzi. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”

Azzi just raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Hope you’re ready to cry.”

—---------------------------------

The aftermath of the massive feed and drinks left the 4 of them in that perfect mix of content and just bored enough to do something mildly chaotic. Plates pushed aside, cans half-empty, the table was cleared in record time. Azzi pulled out a battered deck of cards from the little drawer by her bed like she’d been waiting for this exact moment her whole life.

“Ight gang,” she said, cracking her knuckles dramatically. “Let’s play.”

“What game?” Caroline asked, stretching out her legs and stealing the last chip off Aubrey’s plate.

“Speed,” Azzi replied, already shuffling the cards with practiced ease. “Two people at a time. We will swap around.”

Aubrey groaned. “Oh god, not speed. That game turns people into animals.”

“Exactly,” Paige said, already rolling up her sleeves. “Let’s go.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow at her, grinning. “You sure you’re ready to get demolished?”

“Oh, I’m ready,” Paige said, sitting cross-legged across from her on the floor, cracking her neck like she was about to step into the ring. “You’re the one who should be scared.”

“Cute talk,” Azzi replied, handing her half the deck. “Let’s see if your hands are as fast as your mouth.”

Aubrey choked on her drink. “Pause.”

Caroline laughed, flopping onto her stomach with a pillow under her chin. “This is gonna be good.”

Cards were dealt with lightning speed, the centre stacks slapped down, and then chaos.

Azzi and Paige’s hands flew, slapping cards like their lives depended on it. Paige’s fingers were a blur, her focus laser-sharp, tongue peeking out between her teeth. Azzi tried to keep up, but her eyes kept drifting just for a split second to Paige’s fingers. Long, quick, stupidly agile fingers flying across the cards like it was nothing.

Which, ok, was fine. Except she found herself getting distracted. Again.

“Fuck !” Azzi hissed as Paige laid down a 7 right before her.

“That’s two in a row,” Paige said smugly.

“I hate your hands,” Azzi blurted without thinking.

Everyone paused.

Paige blinked. “…You what?”

Azzi froze. “I meant-I hate that your hands are fast. For the game. Shut up.”

Aubrey wheezed from the couch. “OOOOOOOO slip-up alert !!”

Paige, cheeks pink, grinned anyway. “It’s ok. Lots of people love my hands.”

Azzi made a strangled noise and threw a card at her face. “Play again, idiot.”

They reset the game, both of them trying very hard not to look directly at each other. Or smile. Or explode.

The 2nd round was even more ridiculous. Paige kept talking shit, and Azzi kept getting flustered.

“Queen,” Paige muttered, slapping it down.

“Frick.”

“King.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you always curse this much when you lose?” Paige asked sweetly.

“I will throw this entire deck at your head.”

“Try me.”

It ended in another Paige win and an extremely dramatic Azzi fake-dying on the carpet.

Aubrey was already halfway off the couch. “Tag me in. I’m gonna smoke Caroline.”

“Please,” Caroline said, getting up with an eye roll. “You’ve got the hand-eye coordination of a toaster.”

“Oh, that’s fucked up,” Aubrey muttered, reshuffling the cards. “We’ll see who’s toast.”

Caroline snorted. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Azzi, now flopped sideways, curled up next to Paige on the floor, her head naturally resting against Paige’s shoulder as they watched the next match. Paige glanced down at her but said nothing, just let herself lean slightly into the contact.

“Should’ve kept you in longer,” Azzi murmured, voice quieter now, a little rougher.

“Couldn’t help it, you kept staring at my hands,” Paige said, smirking.

Azzi groaned into her hoodie. “Why do you talk.”

“Because I’m charming.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You like it.”

Azzi mumbled something into Paige’s shoulder that sounded suspiciously like shut up, but she didn’t move away.

Across from them, Caroline and Aubrey’s game had devolved into actual war. Aubrey slapped a card down so hard the entire stack slid halfway across the carpet.

“WHAT NOW?” she screamed.

“You played a king on a nine, dumbass,” Caroline said dryly.

“Fuck.”

They reset. Again.

“Fucking hate this game bro,” Aubrey muttered.

“Say it louder,” Caroline said, gleeful as she smacked down 3 cards in a row. “Maybe the cards will fear you into playing themselves.”

Aubrey flipped her off.

Paige whispered, “My money’s on Caroline.”

Azzi hummed. “Same. Aubrey’s trying, though.”

“Like you tried?”

“Do you want to die?”

“I mean, if it’s by card game, at least I’d go out on top.”

Azzi just groaned again and shoved lightly at her side, but didn’t budge her head from Paige’s shoulder.

—---------------------------------

The latest round between Aubrey and Caroline had devolved into the most chaotic yet. Cards were flying, insults were flying faster, and Aubrey had somehow managed to wedge one under the couch trying to “strategically slam” a queen. 

Azzi’s head still rested against Paige’s shoulder, her body tucked slightly into her side like it was just the most natural place to be. Paige didn’t mind. Not even a little. She didn’t say anything about it either, afraid that if she acknowledged the closeness, it might disappear.

They were both mid-laugh, Aubrey had just dramatically thrown her entire body across the floor in defeat when suddenly Azzi’s phone buzzed from beside her thigh.

She shifted slightly, lifting her head from Paige’s shoulder to check it, the absence of her weight immediate.

Paige noticed. Her arm twitched, like it wanted to reach back out for her.

Azzi frowned at her screen, thumb hovering but not typing. Her expression scrunched up in that half-apologetic, half-uncomfortable way she got when something mildly annoying had just landed in her lap.

Paige leaned in. “What’s wrong?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. Paige took the cue and inched closer until her chin rested lightly on Azzi’s shoulder, peeking over to look at her phone. Her voice was low, softer. “Who is it?”

Azzi didn’t hesitate, she tilted her phone slightly toward Paige so she could read the screen.

It was Jace. 

Jace: yo azziiiiiii u see the exam alert thingy ay ??

Jace: u got time to run it back ?

Jace: maybe tomorrow? or like now lol even tho its kinda late 

Paige didn’t move her chin from her shoulder. “He’s the worst.”

Another ding.

Jace: cmon dont leave me hangin az

Jace: ur the smart one 

Jace: u know i suck at this 

Jace: n also I wouldn’t mind seeing u again 😏

Azzi groaned, more out of secondhand embarrassment than anything. “Why does he talk like that.”

Paige didn’t answer, because another message came in.

Jace: or we could skip studying 👀 jk jk unless…

Paige’s jaw tensed. Her hand, which had been resting casually on her own knee, slid around Azzi’s waist without really thinking, settling there with easy confidence. “Give me your phone.”

Azzi blinked at her, but didn’t resist. She passed it over, letting Paige take it with one hand while the other stayed wrapped around Azzi’s side.

Paige started typing immediately with the ruthless efficiency of someone responding to a telemarketer.

Azzi: im busy this week.

Azzi: and next week.

Azzi: and probably the rest of the semester.

Azzi: find someone else.

Jace started spamming.

Jace: whoa chill 💀

Jace: im just askin

Jace: why u so cold now 😭

Jace: u were mad cool b4

Jace: damn girl u got sum1 new or sum ???

Jace: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Azzi leaned her head against Paige’s, her temple touching Paige’s crown. “You’re really gonna ghost him for me?”

Paige, deadpan, replied, “This isn’t ghosting. This is pest control.”

Azzi snorted, low and warm. “He’s just… persistent.”

Another message came in.

Jace: yo fr tho

Jace: i miss ur lil study face 

Jace: ur so cute when u r explaining stuff

Jace: I was barely listenin fr but it was fun 🙂‍↕️

Paige made a face so disgusted, Azzi choked on a laugh. “Did he just admit to not listening and still want more help?”

Paige’s thumb hovered for half a second, then she typed again without hesitation.

Azzi: u didnt listen the first time, and u r not getting another. stop texting me.

Paige hit send and muttered under her breath, “Absolute dumbass.”

Jace’s reply came almost instantly, like he’d been hovering over his screen like a gremlin.

Jace: damnnnn chill 😅

Jace: u dont gotta be mean

Jace: i just thought we had a vibe fr

Jace: u were all smiley n shit

Jace: was thinkin maybe next time I could bring snacks 👀

Jace: or we could like chill after, u kno

Jace: just me n u 

Jace: i will behave… unless u dont want me to 😂

Paige physically recoiled, eyes squinting at the screen like it had personally offended her. “Ok. That’s enough.”

Azzi looked over, eyebrows raised. “What did he say now-”

Paige just turned the screen toward her. Azzi scanned the message and visibly cringed.

“No,” she muttered. “Absolutely not. Why is he like this.”

Paige didn’t answer. She was already in motion, thumb moving quickly, calmly, mercilessly.

Contact - Info - Block Caller - Confirm.

The press of the confirmation felt like the digital equivalent of slamming a door in someone’s face.

“There,” Paige said, placing the phone back in Azzi’s lap like she’d just finished taking out the trash. “Congratulations. You’re officially Jace-free.”

Azzi blinked at her. “You didn’t even ask.”

“I didn’t need to. That man was two texts away from calling you ‘mami’ unironically.”

Azzi groaned and dropped her head into Paige’s shoulder again, laughing into her sleeve. “I think he was trying to flirt.”

“Flirting implies charm,” Paige muttered. “That was a verbal health code violation.”

Across the room, Aubrey was dramatically brushing herself off like she’d just survived a battle. “Alright. I’m calling it,” she declared, flopping onto the couch beside Caroline with an exaggerated grunt. “My ego can’t take another loss.”

Caroline yawned, stretching with a squeak. “It is late. We’ve got math first thing tomorrow anyway.”

Azzi lifted her head from Paige’s shoulder, eyes flicking toward the clock. “Shit. You’re right.”

There was a flurry of card gathering, hoodie grabbing, and general post-chaos tidying. Aubrey was still complaining under her breath about how Caroline “definitely cheated at least twice” while Caroline tossed a pillow at her in retaliation.

“Alright, Az,” Aubrey said as she pulled on her jacket, “thanks for the last minute hosting. And for letting me dramatically lose on your floor.”

Caroline gave Azzi a warm side hug. “Don’t let Paige stress you out. She does that.”

“I do not,” Paige said automatically, hands stuffed in the pockets of her hoodie like a guilty raccoon.

Aubrey and Caroline both turned to her, identical knowing smirks on their faces. Aubrey pointed. “You literally stress out Ice and KK on a weekly basis.”

“They love it,” Paige muttered.

Azzi giggled, eyes flitting toward Paige. “Should I be worried?”

“No,” Paige said too fast, then added, “…You’re good.”

Aubrey bumped Paige’s shoulder as they headed toward the door. “Come on. Time to go.”

Caroline called over her shoulder, “Night, Azzi!”

“See you in math,” Aubrey added.

They both stepped outside, lingering by the door as Paige hung back for a beat.

Azzi stood near the door, one hand on it, the other loosely holding her phone. Paige hesitated for a second, then stepped in.

They didn’t speak right away. The air felt warmer, heavier now. Slower.

Paige rubbed the back of her neck. “So… uh. Good luck staying Jace-free. Even though we have him with us in class tomorrow.”

Azzi giggled. “Thanks to you.”

They were close again, closer than before. Neither moved to open the door just yet.

Paige let out a soft breath and opened her arms in silent question. “Can I…?”

Azzi nodded before she even finished the sentence.

The hug was immediate and easy. Familiar, even though it was new. Azzi folded into her, arms wrapping around Paige’s back while Paige’s slid naturally around her waist again. This time there was no flinching, no nerves, just stillness. Warmth.

Neither let go right away.

Azzi’s cheek was pressed against the top of Paige’s shoulder now, her fingers loosely clutching the fabric of her hoodie. Paige closed her eyes briefly, inhaling slowly, like trying to memorise the moment through touch alone.

“You’re really warm,” Azzi mumbled into her shoulder.

Paige smiled. Her hand gently rubbed Azzi’s back once before settling again.

The hug lingered. And lingered.

Eventually, Azzi pulled back just a little, just enough to look up at her. Their faces were still close. Paige’s hands were still at her waist, like she hadn’t quite registered they were supposed to part.

Azzi bit her lip, her voice quieter now. “See you tomorrow?”

Paige nodded, eyes soft. “Yea. Tomorrow.”

And then, slowly, finally, she stepped back.

Azzi opened the door for her, and Paige paused at the threshold for one more second before flashing a small, tired grin. “Night, Az.”

“Night P.”

Caroline and Aubrey were still standing just outside, arms crossed and mock-impatient.

“Took you long enough,” Caroline muttered as Paige stepped out.

“Shut up,” Paige said under her breath, but she was smiling.

Azzi closed the door slowly behind her, back pressed to it for a second longer than necessary, her smile still lingering like Paige’s arms had never left.

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[urcoolgf]

PARTY 4 U

been seeing the ‘this part of the song is actually when . . .’ all over my fyp, so naturally i wrote a blurb about it

one night. it was only one night with ‘the king of the kooks’, and you were sure it meant nothing to him… but it meant everything to you.

it wasn’t special because he was ‘the king of kooks’ though, it was special because he was real. you guys snuck away from the party that night to walk the beach. you didn’t even remember how long the two of you talked, all you knew was that the conversation hadn’t left your mind. his laugh, his smile, the way he was so genuine with you—the way he never was with anyone else.

he had told you all about the pressure of living up to his father’s expectations, and how he wished he could just run away from it all. the way he said you ‘made him feel a little lighter’. it had been months since that night, and you hadn’t had any other form of contact with him.

there had been tons of parties since then, but after he was nowhere to be found at the first three you stopped going. you were never a real ‘party girl’, you just went in hopes of getting a replay of that night.

something about tonight felt different though—something telling you to go. you listened. you weren’t one to test fate.

so, you found yourself here—standing in front of tannyhill in an outfit that was guaranteed to have eyes on you, and a mission.

you knew rafe cameron wasn’t the type to have a relationship, but you also thought he wasn’t the type to escape a party just to talk to you—not even expecting anything in return, so maybe you were wrong about him…

the second you walk inside, there’s bodies everywhere—people dancing, drinking, singing, yelling, having a good time. it makes you wonder how this could genuinely be fun for anyone.

you made your way through the crowd, navigating toward the kitchen to get a drink to make this at least a little more bearable. there were eyes on you—you could feel them—but you chose to ignore them. there was only one set of blue eyes you wanted on you tonight. you walked around semi-aimlessly for a bit, trying to search for him in the most inconspicuous way.

eventually, you turned a corner into a full room with none other than rafe cameron standing in the middle of it. it was crowded, but your eyes immediately went to him—bodies crossing in front of your line of vision, trying to distract your mind from him, but it was impossible. he was impossible to ignore.

the second he turned your direction, it felt like your whole world had stopped—like everyone around you was moving in slow motion, and the loudness of the house had dulled into nothing but low vibrations in your ears. his bright blue eyes looking straight into yours.

he stared at you for a moment, eyes raking down your body in the way you had hoped they would. you finally took another step toward him like you had gained a sense of confidence having seen him, but his gaze was stolen by some girl snaking herself into his side. he looked down at her with that damn smirk that made you weak in the knees.

you just stood there, watching as she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him closer to whisper something in his ear. he laughed, and—even though you couldn’t hear it—you knew the exact way it sounded from memory. the hope left your eyes, leaving you to stare blankly at the interaction as everyone else moved around you like a tornado. a tornado that had you trapped right in the middle.

rafe gave her a quick, sloppy kiss before swinging his arm around her shoulder, guiding her out of the room. as he got closer to you, you could feel your heart beating faster, breath caught in your throat, jaw tightening trying to ground yourself as your nails dug into the palms of your hands.

when you felt him pass you, giving you a quick glance like you meant nothing—like he didn’t even know you—you went numb. you couldn’t even look at him, didn’t turn around to try and get a ‘last look’ out of him, you just stared ahead, watching the bodies in the room move in slow motion.

he was exactly who they said he was… and nothing like who you thought he was. it felt like a punch in the gut, or a slap to the face.

rafe cameron, ‘the king of kooks’… you should have known—should have known he was an asshole, should have known that night meant nothing to him, should have known he would never think of you the way you thought of him.

part of you knew.

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BEST NEW ARTIST

cw: matt in a suit. established relationship, sweetheart!matt, anxious mess reader (duh! we at the mf grammys), just one mention of throwing up, all the fun grammy things!

a/n: i was watching the grammys (yes i’ve been sitting on this that long…) and had a realization… matt x singer!reader at the grammys. OH and ofc him in a mf suit.

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 that you would be attending the grammys, your heart sunk. literally felt like it fell to the floor, and you probably would have had it not been for matt sitting right at your side, along with a couple of your other friends. it didn’t seem to stop there though, it went even farther when the invitation was extended as a nomination. who the fuck were you being nominated for a fucking grammy? it was, of course, for the category “brand new artist” and you were up against some seriously talented individuals. the thought of even being compared to any of them made your head want to explode.

people have been congratulating you since the nominations came out, but nothing could have possibly prepared you for the first time you stepped foot on the red carpet. you and matt have walked many red carpets together by now, and he usually was able to help calm your nerves, despite his own. but to this degree? it was something that made both of you a nervous wreak.

as the cameras flashed like you’ve never seen before, you and matt made it down the red carpet. the whole time you had to have your hands somewhere, anywhere on matt, terrified that if you let go of him he’d somehow disappear. you could feel the sweat collecting on your palms and wouldn’t be surprised if you moved your hand and saw a sweat mark on his sleeve.

“you’re doing great.” he would whisper every now and again, squeezing your hand or waist comfortingly. he easily looked past your glowing smile, hoping to ease the nervousness even if it was a tiny bit.

unfortunately, the fear didn’t go away when you two exited the red carpet. in fact, it only grew as your highly anticipated performance was starting to come up. they scheduled you, for some reason, a bit before they announced the winner for “best new artist”. it made you wonder why they’d risk you not being able to switch back into your outfit before. did it mean they already knew you wouldn’t be the winner?

the moment you felt someone tap your shoulder, it seemed like your soul almost left your body. you looked at matt, trying to tell him it was time for you to get ready—which he understood perfectly. he also understood that you really wanted him to go with you in that moment. he stood up in response, trying not to make a big scene out of it, immediately grabbing ahold of your hand, following the security guard that came to escort you.

the moment one of the workers gave you your earpieces, you knew it was starting to get realer by the minute. there was no way you were about to perform at the grammys, yet by some miracle, you were. and of course, all this came with its own questions!

“what if i mess up?” you spoke barely above a whisper.

“you won’t,” matt immediately made his way over to you, not a doubt in his mind.

you frowned, already on the brink of tears. “it’s the grammys, matt.”

he quickly noticed your glossy eyes, and cupped your cheeks in his hands, pushing your little extra hairs off your face, looking into your eyes as he spoke, “i know, just take a deep breath for me.” you both inhaled and exhaled at the same time, making sure it was long and refreshing. “you’re going to be amazing and you already look beyond beautiful.”

despite his encouragement, you couldn’t repress the dire need to just start sobbing. every time you even thought about how you were going to be preforming at the grammys, tears filled your eyes and right now was no different. “i think im gonna cry,” you told him, starting to get yourself worked up again.

“that’s okay, a lot of people cry here, sweetheart. it’s a huge fucking deal.”

“i know, it’s just—” you were cut off by one of the security people, they were telling you how you had five minutes until your set started.

“holy shit—” this time you cut yourself off, suddenly not able to breathe as easily as you did before. your dress felt as though it had shrunk five sizes, you could barely feel your legs, and on top of all of that you felt so nervous that you could throw up.

“hey, listen,” matt said, caressing each side of your face in an attempt to make you look at him. he wanted to know you were listening and not accidentally tuning him out. and it wasn’t until your eyes connected with his, when he continued, “i just want you to hold yourself together for just a little bit longer, okay? i want you to go up there and give them your all, because i know you. and i know that you will never forgive yourself if something happens up there. and when you’re done, i’ll be right here for you. whatever it is that you need. alright?”

you nodded, unable to speak out of fear that you might explode right then and there. his words were beyond comforting, and after taking a few more deep breaths, you were finally functional enough to confidently walk onto the stage and wait for the curtains to draw.

you looked over at matt once again, still in his same spot right off the stage, a huge fucking smile on his face.

the preformance itself wasn’t at all the best you could’ve done, and sure that was a result of the nerves, but there was not much else you could do about that. it wasn’t like you could bring matt onto the stage with you.

the first thing you did when you walked off that stage, was let all the tears that you had been suppressing fall from your eyes. and exactly as matt promised, he was right there ready for you to fall in his arms. and all you needed was for him to be there and hold you for a second… okay a lot longer than a second.

he started to rub your back, pulling your attention from the embrace for a second while he said, “i really hate to be like this, but we’re going to have to get back to our table, sweetheart.”

“why? we can’t just stay right here?”

he wiped the tears off your face before they started to dry up, before answering, “they’re announcing your category soon.”

“it’s not like i’m winning anyways,” you mumbled into his chest, fully convinced that you were not about to walk out of here with a fucking grammy?

“don’t say that.” matt, in turn, looked devastated and truthfully hated how you were talking about yourself right now.

about a half an hour later, the words on the screen read “best new artist” and your face was on the screen among all the other nominees. your head started to buzz right before they announced the winner. it must’ve been some kind of coping mechanism to protect you from the inevitable heartbreak. but then suddenly, all the cheers and clapping broke through the buzzing sound and they were getting louder and louder as you became more aware of your surroundings. matt had stood up, looking down at you with the proudest glint in his eyes. the speakers started to play your most popular song and that’s when all the pieces started falling together. you looked over at your face on the big screen and the title “best new artist” on the other.

tears formed in your eyes and your first instinct was to hold onto matt. “you don’t even understand how proud i am right now.”

you literally couldn’t speak, biting back your tears because you were still on live television. you hugged almost everyone else at your table, before wrapping your arm through matt’s and walking up to the stage to accept your award.

it was all a complete blur, and all you could remember was the way matt held onto your hand the entire time you were up there, the biggest smile on his face, like he won the award himself.

and in his mind he did, because in that moment, he was holding onto you.

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Wedding Day

Featuring: Swapfell Gold Sans "Wine" x You (Core)

Today was the day! After almost two years, you would finally be marrying the love of your life. The journey had not always been an easy or pleasant one, but now you could do the one thing you had been longing for ever since you had confessed your true feelings to your partner.

Funnily enough, your fiance was probably even more excited than you were about today. You had talked through "what if" scenarios on and off before, but when the legislation went through to legalize interspecies marriage, Wine's enthusiasm only grew more and more with each passing day. Indeed, he had all but insisted on planning out the whole ceremony, which made sense because he had always been good at that sort of thing.

It was a small affair, but that suited you two just fine. While Wine had a penchant for grandeur and large displays of power, he knew when to hold off when it counted. This was to be the first human-monster marriage since the whole race was freed from their underground prison after all, and what happened today would set the precedent for any future ceremonies to come.

Another reason you two had agreed to keep the wedding small was the fact that there just weren't that many guests to invite. Sure, Wine's brother would be there in support, but he did not have very many friends he wanted to be there. Despite this, the Monster Queen would be in attendance, as would the human ambassador who had freed their entire race. Although you had tried to tell yourself otherwise, this ceremony was a political one, especially since Wine still held a high rank in the Royal Guard. However, there would be a few other monsters attending as well, such as the Royal Scientist, the former Monster King, and a few plus ones, but you didn't mind since you were friends with most of them already.

As for you, it was a bit of a similar story. A few of your good friends were coming, in fact they had been overjoyed to be invited, but your family had declined when they learned who you would be marrying. It was not a huge surprise, since your parents had pitched a fit when they found out you were dating a monster a year ago, but you would have been lying if you said it didn't still hurt. The one good thing was that you were joining a new family, one who loved and accepted you for who you were, not for what you could do or whether you made them look good.

When the time for the ceremony began, it felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but a small voice in the back of your head knew better. If you could just make through your vows, you would count it as a win, although in reality you were already winning. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, you would end the day married to the one you loved more than anyone else.

Wine was already waiting at the altar when you stepped into the auditorium. You remembered thinking that he had always looked good, but seeing him like this - dressed up in his full ceremonial guard uniform - you felt like you could admire him forever. His hands were folded behind his back and he stood tall, as if ready to take on the very world itself for you. The gold accents of his uniform gleamed under the lights and really brought out the scarlet pinpricks that rested in his sockets. Despite his rigid posture, there was a warmth to his presence that could be felt throughout the whole room, as if he was just barely suppressing the sheer joy in his soul to be here today.

Your outfit wasn't a traditional wedding suit or gown, but something more fitting for this unprecedented event. You wore a dress shirt with lace detailing, smart-looking slacks, and a loose cloak with a gold clasp. Your normally shoulder length hair had been plaited and tied back into a sort of wreath encircling your head. Your makeup wasn't anything too over the top, but it brought out your ebony eyes and made your warm sepia skin glow beneath the lights. You felt good, like you could let loose and have a little fun, but still seem sophisticated and elegant at the same time.

Wine's permanent smile only seemed to widen the moment his eyelights landed on you. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away either as you made your way down the aisle to stand by his side. Truly, if he was the happiest monster in the world today, then you were the happiest human as well.

"Well Now," he purred in a voice that was meant for you and you alone as the pianist wrapped up the refrain. "I Was Beginning To Wonder If You Might Stand Me Up, But I Have Never Been More Glad To Be Wrong, My Paramore."

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[beetle-goth]

A Cinderella Jooster AU that @jumpin--bean and I have been playing around with

Jeeves takes the role of Cinderella and Bertie as the prince. Jeeves working under Lord Worplesdon and Aunt Agatha with Florence Craye as his evil “stepsister”

Prince Bertram is giving a ball that is open to peoples of all class statuses (an easy way to invite all his pals that range from the idle rich to bohemian artists).

Jeeves, seeing the opportunity for a little fun, requests the night off. Other servants are allowed to go, but his request is rejected. Even though he never gets the night off, he’s never even sick and the ball is open to all people of any class status. Well.

Open to, but still very obviously divided once you get there.

But Aunt Agatha says “no, you will stay here where you won’t get into any mischief. You’re sneaky and you’re dishonest and I will not have you bring shame to my household”

That evening Jeeves is visited by a fairy godmother to fulfill his wish to go out, but the godmother’s spell turns him into a filly for one night so he can freely dance with his preferred partners at the ball. Afterall. The magic was supposed to be for only one night. It was supposed to just be a magical memory for him to carry around through the drudgery of everyday life

Jeeves still mostly looks like himself just slightly more feminine. Jeeves looks at his outfit and notes that it’s made up of all his privately favorite women's fashion, examines his jewelry and finds that it's all genuine. He shows up with a massive (size 9) and extremely elegant tiara

When Jeeves is at the ball, he’s so unused to being on this side of things. Judging the servants for chatting amongst themselves, having to make a converted effort to not fade into the background like he always does

Meanwhile! Bertie is just trying to have a fun night with the lads and is dreading having to dance with women who only want the title of “princess”. He’s excited for the party and to be with his pals but everyone just ends up flirting with each other and/or getting in fights. Meeting “Regina” was the only good part of the night where he wasn’t being eyed up like a piece of meat or playing relationship counselor. It’s a masquerade ball but most idle rich women can smell Bertie out from growing up in similar circles. But Bertie is sick of them and sick of having to come up with plans to get his friends’ together with their crushes. There's only so many times you can push a pal's paramour's snotty younger sibling into the fountain, it tires out the arms after a while

Jeeves as Regina starts to give Bertie more clever plans to deal with them and Bertie is just gobsmacked she’d even want to help. And even moreso when her plans work.

The underlying theme of Regina's plans is secretly "get these people to leave Bertie the fuck alone for a sec". Effective at healing relationships? Maybe. Effective at giving Reg an opportunity to flirt? Yes.

Which was absolutely NOT his goal coming to this party. He's not even sure he had a goal. Maybe he wanted to convince himself that the upper class is still beautiful & worthy, after so many shit years with the Crayes. Afterall, Jeeves didn't even realize he was spending his whole evening palling around and flirting with the prince! But Bertie takes off his mask for Vulnerability near the end of the eve and Jeeves has to run because of both “oh shit” and he’s running out of time.

And this does absolutely work at reinforcing Jeeves’ worldview. Because look at the prince, and how kind and good and deserving he is.

Makes Jeeves even more miserable when he goes back to his normal life working for the Crayes, knowing someone so worthy is out there but so out of his league to even try to work for.

And then he finds out about the search for the owner of his tiara.

Ladies around the kingdom are teasing their hair and getting extreme haircuts to try and make the tiara fit. It’s only when Bertie looses hope at his Aunt Agatha’s home, that he’s doomed to marry Florence Craye and he’ll never find his dream woman does he see a very similar profile shimmer around the corner serving tea.

Bertie had always been very kind to the staff and they all think very fondly of him and Jeeves is completely mortified that he fell in love with his master’s nephew at a ball of all places (not even to mention Bertie’s status of Prince). But Bertie isn’t embarrassed.

Bertie finds his way into the servants’ quarters and says “Jeeves, old man, I know it isn’t the done thing but you look remarkably like… ahem… remarkably like someone I admire greatly. More than admire. And uh… would you please just try this old thing on. To give me… peace of mind?”

And Jeeves responds“sir, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking”

So Bertie says “I’m not a smart man, but I think I know what you’re telling me, dear thing, and I’m not afraid of the truth”

(whether that be the truth that his dream women is gone for good, or that Jeeves the servant man is his dream woman)

And Jeeves puts the tiara on and Bertie gets all choked up and he’s like “my god Regina, you’re beautiful”

And Jeeves is like “Reginald, my given name is Reginald”

With Bertie being a prince, there can be some convoluted loophole that allows him to elope with Jeeves, if only to just rescue Jeeves from Bertie’s terrible family, as they fall ever more in love with each other. Falling in love with their true selves, and not just the masks they wear.

[sereia4skz]

hi hi!! this is in favour of my birth week, cause it’s my bday this money ٩(๑>ᴗ<๑)۶ yay!!!!!!! i’m here to keep you updated about the events with your followers special (which is so so cool btw, congrats) so ahem, lemme get into character for the request

Dear Reia,

It’s been quite fun hanging out with Felix and his pack, despite the hot heat of the summer. Though as my birthday approaches, I kinda miss spending the day together with you mucking about and eating out for dinner. I haven’t really made a big deal about my birthday up until now but since it’s me on my own I’ve started to miss how sweet the little outings were. But accidentally Jeongin found out about my birthday this week, the fox hybrid that is in Felix’s pack. He insists on dragging me to the shops, saying that a new wardrobe is a must for a birthday— or at least buying something is. He even spent his own money on it, that stressed me out so much. I got everything from these nice skirt that are a bit short to pretty dress. I also bought something for you with my own money too. Jeongin is so kind and adorable, his hair gets all fluffy in the mornings when I see him. It’s nice, that he felt comfortable taking me out.

That white fox even took me out for dinner at this nice ramen place, inviting Felix along with us. That sneaky kitten got me a necklace, this necklace with a watch pendent—a picture of a creek painted on where you read the time. But it was a bit awkward, the two tugging me to sit next to one of them in the booth or trying to talk over each other. Felix even bite me! Like full on, trying to break my skin biting! It was interesting. I hope they can sort it out.

From, 🐣 anon.

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1k Followers Event | birthday shopping

pairing: fox!Jeongin x reader x kitten!Felix

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: mild MxM, they get interrupted, themes of marking (licking and biting), dry humping, jealousy (jeongin)

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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My dear little 🐣,

I’m glad your trip is going well.  Happy Birthday <3!! 

You let Jeongin take you shopping before I could??? Rude. Treason. I’m drafting your betrayal charges as we speak. You buying me something… Now you’re not supposed to give presents when it’s your birthday, baby bird. Happy the boys took you out anyways tho, a birthday should be celebrated.  

I don’t remember Felix to be a biter, how strange, it must be something he picked up from his pack. I hope your night went well regardless. 

I can’t wait to hear more about your adventures.

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The day had been fun. A little long with the hot summer sun hitting your skin, but fun regardless. You weren’t used to making a big deal about your birthday usually but with Felix around, he had let it slip that your day was coming up. 

Jeongin had insisted on taking you out shopping early in the week, saying that you always needed a new outfit for your birthday. That's how you ended up at dinner with him and Felix, at a nice little ramen place a short drive from the cabin. With a new little skirt paid for by the little fox and adorned with the necklace Felix had given you as an early gift.

Dinner was an awkward affair with Jeongin and Felix fighting for your attention. Although it was cute that they bickered like this in the pack, it had been a long time since you've seen Felix this comfortable with anyone. 

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt a breath on your shoulder, before you even had time to turn around and look at the person responsible you felt his tongue run against your skin. His teeth barely have time to sink into your shoulder before he's yanked away. You turn around surprised to see Jeongin holding Felix by the neck.

“Hyung!” the younger boy scolded the sneaky kitten. Felix, looked at you like the cat who got the cream, a look that had been showing up on his face more and more these days, and gave a soft hiss, but didn’t fight back. His tail flicked with annoyance, but his eyes stayed trained on you like he’d already won whatever game was being played.

You blinked at both of them, shoulder still tingling where Felix’s teeth had grazed your skin. The heat of the day had nothing on the warmth creeping up your neck now.

Jeongin released him with a grumble, brushing down the collar of your shirt like he was checking for damage. “You can’t just bite people when they’re zoning out, hyung.”

Felix smirked. “Didn’t see her complaining.”

You glanced between them, caught between laughter and the urge to throw something. Probably a dumpling. “Okay, okay, enough,” you said, raising both hands like a peacekeeper. “No biting. And no fighting in front of the nice old lady who runs this restaurant.”

At that, both boys went quiet, sheepish glances darting toward the counter where the owner was very obviously pretending not to listen in while aggressively wiping down a spotless surface.

After that, you and the boys are quick to vacate the restaurant under the watchful gaze of the old lady. Before you know it, you’re back at the cabin.

It’s dark and quiet, very uncharacteristic, as you’ve come to learn. You look around as you toe off your shoes, peering down the dark hallway before flicking on the lights.

“They’re probably playing in the woods… The moon is out tonight,” Felix mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. His words hang in the air, the quiet of the cabin settling like a blanket over the three of you.

You pad toward your room, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, the fabric still warm from the summer air. “I guess we’re alone tonight, huh?”

Jeongin hums behind you. “Lucky us.”

You roll your eyes at his tone, but your grin betrays you. When you push open the bedroom door, Felix is already toeing off his socks and dropping onto your bed like he owns it.

“You’re not even gonna ask?” you say, raising a brow.

Felix stretches across your mattress like a satisfied cat. “Our cabin.”

Jeongin follows, a little more hesitant, lingering at the door. “I can stay too, right?”

You tilt your head at him, smirking. “I suppose with that logic, yes?”

You go to change, and that’s all it takes, by the time you come back, the fox has shrugged off his hoodie and tossed it onto your desk chair before settling on the other side of your bed. You giggle as they settle in.

“I swear,” you mutter as you flop between them, “if you two start wrestling again, I’m kicking both of you out.”

Felix nuzzles into you, propping his chin on your shoulder. “Just cuddling.”

Jeongin pouts, wrapping an arm around your waist like a claim.

You snort, pressing your face into the pillow. “You’re both needy.”

“Only for you,” they say, at the same time.

The silence that follows is… charged. You feel it before you see it, Felix shifting behind you, Jeongin’s breath hitching just slightly. You peek through your lashes just in time to catch it.

Felix kisses him.

Quick. Soft. Barely more than a press of lips.

But it’s enough to still the room.

Jeongin blinks, stunned. “What was that?”

Felix only shrugs. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

You exhale, dragging your hand over your face. “At least you two are figuring it out.”

They both look at you then, like remembering you’re there at all, and just like that, the attention snaps back to you like a rubber band. 

Jeongin shifts first, his hand sliding beneath the hem of your shorts where his knuckles brush against the bare skin of your thigh. Felix leans in close again, nose skimming along your neck before you feel his tongue, hot, slow, teasing, dragging across the same spot he’d tried to bite earlier.

“You taste sweet,” Felix whispers against your skin.

“She’s mine tonight,” Jeongin mutters, pulling your leg to cross his and pressing kisses trailing after Felix’s saliva.

“You have to share, she was mine first,” Felix purrs, fingers ghosting over your waist, his mouth leaving damp trails that cool too fast against your overheated skin.

You don’t say anything.

You can feel both of them getting bolder as the moments drag on. Felix’s teeth graze your skin again, this time along your jawline, his hands slipping under your shirt as his thumbs brush against your bare ribs. Although the contact isn’t unusual in your friendship, it’s been a long time, it’s become forgotten, and the addition of the fennec boy’s affections has your skin buzzing.

Jeongin is gentle. His lips trail kisses along your collarbone and then to the side of your neck, slow and deliberate, as if trying to savor every moment.

You let out a quiet sigh, eyes fluttering shut as Felix’s lips press a kiss at the corner of your mouth. His fingers grip your waist, pulling you closer to his chest until you can feel the heat of him against your back. It’s hard not to melt at the sensation of Jeongin’s soft kisses mixed with Felix’s fiery touches.

“God, you’re perfect,” Felix whispers, his breath a hot puff against your skin. His hand slides lower, teasing the waistband of your sleep shorts, before moving up to cradle the side of your face, pulling you toward him with a surprisingly tender kiss.

You barely have time to react when Jeongin’s hand slides over your thigh, his fingertips brushing dangerously close to the hem of your shorts, brushing Felix’s. His lips, still soft but insistent, move to your shoulder, leaving a trail of warm kisses.

But then, just as you feel Felix’s fingers begin to move lower, footsteps echo from the cabin’s entrance. The front door opens, followed by the sound of voices, the boys are home.

“Be quiet, boys… They might be sleeping,” Chan’s voice rings out despite his hushed tone, followed by the soft footsteps as the others disperse to their rooms.

Jeongin immediately freezes, his face turning a shade of red as he pulls his hands away. He clears his throat, looking embarrassed but still wearing that adorable, shy smile that makes it hard to stay mad at him. Felix smooths out the hem of your shorts as if to ‘fix’ the accidental mess he’s caused.

“We should rest,” Felix whispers in your ear, just loud enough for the fluffy-haired boy to hear.

“Can we stay?” the other boy asks, hopeful.

The tension that had been thick in the room evaporates almost immediately, replaced with the normal, relaxed atmosphere you’ve grown used to with them.

“Okay… just for tonight,” you whisper back, settling comfortably between the two.

It doesn’t take long for the weight of the day to catch up to you. You close your eyes, Felix’s warmth at your back, Jeongin’s soft breaths beside you, and the distant noise of the others in the house fading into the background.

Just for tonight, you think as you drift off.

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The Hundred Line: Last Defense Academy - First Ending Thoughts

I won’t be saying my thoughts on each ending, but since the first ending is the same, I might as well. I also want to talk a lot, specifically about the characters, because they are what make the story for me.

Major Spoilers for the first 100 days!!!

I've already seen some criticism for characters, but I am filled with love and joy, so the majority of my commentary will be positive. I will say that overall, this game was insanely fun. Each battle had a different aspect to it and there were so many twists and turns. Didn’t proof read, so sorry for any mistakes.

Darumi Amemiya (飴宮 怠美)

I really liked her at the beginning and was sad when she became so depressed later in the story. She seems a bit too attached to the killing game idea but I was kinda hoping she’d develop a different idea. I also wish she had more serious moments, like Genocide Jack did, but that’s okay. Even if the fighting was for fun in her case, it still made her feel like a reliable person in my eyes.

Great for battle and has both fun animations and combat voice lines. I’ve said this before, but she also looks a million times better in her battle armor rather than her regular outfit. It just looks so much better with her hair colors.

Eito Aotsuki (蒼月 衛人)

I’m pretty observant, I could tell he was going to have some sort of twist, yet still found myself surprised at his weapon hitting the capsule. I did really enjoy his innocent facade and am kinda sad his true nature is so twisted. I thought it was interesting how they’ve never heard of the moon, but “tsuki” means moon. I’ve seen people compare him to Nagito but I honestly see them as complete opposites. Also, he looked good with his hair back.

He’s decently fun to play and does good damage. Even though he loses energy after one turn like everyone else, save Tsubasa, I often used him repeatedly for nearby enemies. He gets the job done quick and easy.

Gaku Maruko (丸子 楽)

I really ended up liking him. I had my doubts due to his personality, but as he was more fleshed out, he grew on me. Especially with the backstory, the idea of loving people even when you feel like they don’t care about you is so sad. Having to work every day and never reap any benefit sounds miserable, I can’t even hate him. I still wouldn’t exactly call him a “mood maker” though. He has his moments.

Very good for when there are a ton of enemies, because then he can deal with the 1 HP ones easily. I didn’t use him as much as I think I could have, looking back, he’s a great character.

Hiruko Shizuhara (雫原 比留子)

Ugh, I am so sad our time with her was so short. I really thought she’d be leading us to the end. When the group discovered her corpse, I genuinely had to put my switch down and just sigh. They didn’t even need to say anything, just seeing the glasses made me realize. She was cold and ruthless, but I could see a side of her warming up to the others, I do think she would’ve been a good leader after some more time.

In the little time we got with her, she was my favorite. Her damage is great, and I know that’s the whole point, but still. The only downside was she could only attack one at a time, but I understand everyone needs some limits on their abilities.

Ima Tsukumo (九十九 今馬)

Absolutely love his character development. I never disliked him from the start, but he grew to be one of my favorites. The implications at his past are also heart breaking. Kako is all he has and he’ll do anything to protect her. I was so happy when they joined battle together. He went through a lot, straight up getting a new body Nekomaru style. When he still ended up dying I knew Kako was going to go crazy. Also how did he drive the bus as Sirei?

He was fun to play but unfortunately did not get much time with him as he joined late and when he came back he couldn’t even fight. Still was good in that little bit of time he had.

Kako Tsukumo (九十九 過子)

If you asked me who would be my favorite before I played the game, never in a million years would I guess Kako. But, here we are. Her development is amazing and I really felt her pain. When she said her and Ima had promised to die together, but then they promised to keep living without each other, my heart broke. Kodaka said they’d be even more controversial after release, so I thought it might get very incestuous, but that was not the case. At least in the first route, the twins relationship progression was very wholesome yet sad. I love how Ima means present, Kako means past, and she can see the future.

She was good it battle, especially the hellfire move. Some enemies reflect damage if you are nearby, so long distance characters are very useful. I would not say she’s a need in battle, but fun to have nevertheless.

Kurara Oosuzuki (大鈴木 くらら)

She came on very strong at the beginning and I was worried that I would find her annoying, but I did not! I really enjoyed her character and her soft spot for Nozomi. Her real face is cute too, but I honestly like the tomato mask. Perhaps I’ve just grown use to it. I did enjoy her dynamic with Kyoshika, it reminds me of Hiyoko and Mikan but if Mikan was more assertive. I also love how the tomato changes with her expressions.

I’ll be completely honest, I did not care for her combat. She is useful in building barriers, but it kinda loses meaning when everyone can build when and Shouma can straight up be one. I did like how she repairs the barrier if attacking an enemy nearby.

Kyoshika Magadori (凶鳥 狂死香)

I love her! She’s stupid and funny and great. I really enjoyed her voice actor as well. I love how she just. Cannot read the room. I really would like to learn more about why her name is so violent, but perhaps I must wait a while longer. Also her voice lines during combat are stuck in my head and have been all day. “This is my true power!” “Nin nin!” “You’ve left yourself open!” “I’m burnt out!” Great stuff.

Without a doubt, my favorite in terms of combat. She is such a fun character to use and does great damage. I often took her out on explorations because of that. I already knew I was going to like her but her attack really sealed the deal.

Moko Mojiro (喪白 もこ)

Okay so… I don’t really have anything to say here. We barely saw the real her and couldn’t even fight with her. I do like her based on Nozomi’s word, but when it comes to forming my own opinion, there’s not much to work with. I didn’t really find her wrestling stories in the cafeteria engaging. Idk, sorry Moko fans.

Nozomi Kirifuji (霧藤 希)

THE BABYYYY. It’s common for characters that are liked by everyone to be hated, but I genuinely just could not imagine hating her. Even Kurara loves her. It’s well deserved, she’s wonderful. The twist made me so sad, I didn’t want to make her cry!!! Her death was awful and knowing it could’ve been stopped made it so much worse. I will save you in my next route, I promise!

Next to Kyoshika in favorite for combat. I pretty much never used her for direct combat, but her healing is a lifesaver. When she died I thought I was screwed for upcoming battles. I really like hearing everyone’s thanks after being healed, it’s sweet.

Shouma Ginzaki (銀崎 晶馬)

Shouma, I am sorry for doubting you. He was annoying at first, constantly being a pessimist in ways that didn’t even lighten the mood. When he finally agreed to battle, he grew on me so much more. He maintained his low self esteem but still became a part of the team and used his weakness of being bad with fighting as a strength, being a shield. His stupid hat has also grown on me as well.

Not much to say in terms of combat, he kinda just stands there, but was definitely useful when a lot of enemies are nearby and you need to keep someone with low health alive. His voice lines are also great during battle, even if they are sometimes sad.

Takemaru Yakushiji (厄師寺 猛丸)

Another character I must apologize to for doubting. He had that whole dynamic with Hiruko going but later in the story he shows he misses her and that was a really strong moment for him. Again, when Takumi brought up going back in time, I thought I would dislike Takemaru for being so aggressive, but he ended up accepting it. His “punishments” for Ima and Kako were also a good moment. I do like him.

This is the kind of character I’m looking for. Attacking all around is great, despite the low amount of damage, it’s still good when the enemies have low health. I do wish he kept the shades on when he was on his motorcycle.

Takumi Sumino (澄野 拓海)

Incredible strong protagonist in terms of character. Like he might actually be one of my favorite Kodaka protagonists. I love how he didn’t follow the usual “I’m just a normal guy” trope and actually saw his own strengths and used them. His loyalty to Karua is also very strong. He isn’t outright about his feelings until later, but even if they never were romantic, they were still incredibly powerful. He’s a great character.

He looks cool in every combat scene. I really loved when his sword turned blue because it still matched his color palette, at least his eyes. Very helpful in defeating groups since he can just go row by row. Even though it’s nothing crazy, he’s still fun.

Tsubasa Kawana (川奈 つばさ)

I love her very much. A total cutie patootie. I really enjoy the moments when she gets really excited. I was very happy at how Takumi accommodated her issue with throwing up. She helped the team a lot with everything mechanical, a lot of things would have been impossible with out her. She didn’t end up being my favorite like I thought, but is still very high on my list.

Even though she doesn’t do much damage, the fact she can do continuous attacks without loosing any distance is great, even if i do end up spending a lot of AP on it. Either way, I really enjoyed having her in battle, her voice lines were cute as well.

Yugamu Omokage (面影 歪)

One of my favorites but I fear I projected Genocide Jack onto him a lot. I just really like her, sorry not sorry. Either way I still ended up liking him, despite his oddities. He also came in clutch multiple times, so I think he needs more love for that. Love his voice actor, especially during combat, he sounded great. I thought it was funny how Takemaru called him pretty boy, because this boy is ugly, sorry. Still like him.

Despite my love for him, I didn’t really get much out of using him in battle. Yes, he makes the enemies bleed, but I’m a bit busy to keep track of that, sorry Yugamu.

Sirei and Nigou (ＳＩＲＥＩ) & (ＮＩＧＯＵ)

Can’t say much for these two as neither got much screen time, like surprisingly low. Due to the announcements it felt like Sirei was there every step of the way. Still, I can’t say much on them, but I definitely did not hate them.

This will likely be my last THL post for a while, I want to get back to Danganronpa and also get through more endings. I might do a similar style post with Danganronpa characters, but I’m not sure yet.

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Drew a Renko to go along with the Merry from yesterday

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Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

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"Mundus vult decipi."

From Chapter 21 of “The Last Will and Testament of Cazador Szarr” by AbigailMoment

If you haven’t read this banger you should!! Reluctant vampire lord Gale is a treasure and that’s all I’ll say. Go read it!! (Timelapse under cut!)

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auggie!!

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for the art requests thing - i would looove to see your take on a phantom of the opera style papa V with a half face mask!

:-]

i am so bad at character design but ill take any excuse to combine my favourite things

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gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

what skins do u wanna see in the game if charles gets added

For Sure i'm gonna need the Warlord/Shi'ar armor to be added at some point... it already got a big fuck-off helmet too...

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guys its finally done

after exactly like 3 months the killer analysis is FINALLY done......oh my trio we're so back WE'RE SO BACK!!!!! in exchange for this long awaited victory i will be working on a little comic.........killer WILL be featured there will be no more of excluding him here ‼️

here's a wip panel from it x3