#and this one is apparently making a comeback??? YEAH??

[bandzboy]

it’s so insane how some of the ot6 fans are reacting to the news of seunghan coming back because i think for a while, they really thought they won. they thought he was gonna be another idol who was gonna get kicked out for doing normal human shit that for some reason, bothers them to the core. things he did PRE DEBUT were bothersome to this people.

but then, he came back. if it wasn’t for the members constantly supporting him behind the scenes and the fans who were constantly reminding sm that they cared about him and wanted him back then maybe this wouldn’t happen and it’s truly sad to think how these crazy fans who have no life almost controlled the narrative yet again.

i am glad seunghan was not another victim of this. it must have taken a lot of courage and self determination to continue despite being slandered by the media and the ot6 fans and also other kpop stans. all of this to say, that i hope another situation like this doesn’t happen again. it’s too normal in this industry to punish idols for being human but i hope this starts a shift in the right direction

[decembermoonskz]

:/

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ CARMEN kim chaewon x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ previous chapters | richgirl ⭢ that girl (she’s delicious) ⭢ idon’t smoke ⭢ pretty when you cry ⭢ homesick ⭢ super rich kids ⭢ girl, so confusing ⭢ consume (bonus) ⭢ take your mask off

↳ warnings richgirl!yn, more sakura and yn focus on this chapter, angst, flashbacks, guilt, a lot of confusion, over working, mentions of fainting, mentions of not eating, arguments, guilt, alcohol

it had been exactly a week since the girls stayed at the moons' humble home, and things had taken a strange turn, really strange.

yn returned to the dorms a couple of days later, though this time, she didn’t have much of a choice. their comeback preparations were in full swing, and her absence wasn’t an option.

but ever since their visit to yn’s family home, something felt… off. it wasn’t anything anyone could point out directly, but the shift in the air was undeniable. with everyone back together, practicing and prepping for the comeback, the strange energy became even more apparent.

yet, no one mentioned it. it was as though everyone had silently agreed to ignore the unsettling vibe that lingered between them, as if pretending it didn’t exist might make it go away.

no one noticed.

except sakura.

the first thing sakura noticed was how frazzled chaewon seemed after leaving the moon house. she had gone back to grab her phone and returned looking visibly shaken. when sakura asked what was wrong, chaewon brushed it off with a shake of her head.

the next thing she noticed was yunjin. normally the one to eagerly join in on chaewon’s rants about yn, yunjin had suddenly become... quieter. she didn’t even want to hear it anymore, shutting down conversations with comments like, "let’s just focus on this," or, "it’s really not that serious." it was strange, yunjin had always been vocal when it came to their shared thoughts about yn.

well, all of them except for kazuha, sakura thought.

but now, it seemed like yunjin was distancing herself from anything related to yn, actively changing the subject whenever her name came up. sakura couldn’t fathom what could have caused the sudden shift. what happened at the moon house that had made yunjin so... different?

sakura didn’t know where she found the courage, but she finally asked yunjin what was going on with her. the younger girl’s response was short and cryptic, “we’re a group, we should act like it.”

whatever that means.

you see, sakura had worked incredibly hard to get to where she was now, and she continued to push herself every single day. that was her problem with yn.

yn was the embodiment of having it easy. the brand deals, the fans, the love, it all seemed to fall into her lap without much effort. sometimes, it looked like she didn’t even have to try. she just had it, effortlessly shining in a way that made it hard to look away.

sakura liked to call her teruhashi. whenever yn asked what she meant by that, sakura would just laugh it off, shaking her head like it was some inside joke yn wouldn’t understand.

so yeah, sakura felt like she had every right to feel the way she did about yn. everyone in the group had put in years of hard work to get here, sacrificing everything to make it. and then came her—this rich girl whose dad conveniently got shares in the company, who was plopped into the group last minute before debut, only to become the most popular member overnight.

it wasn’t fair.

the room was filled with heavy breaths, the squeak of sneakers against the floor, and the steady rhythm of the music.

"one, two, three, four, all the girls are—"

"sakura, straighten your arms. make sure your lines are clean," the choreographer called out, scanning the group. "actually, all of you— wait, yn, come here."

they gestured for yn to step forward before turning back to the others. "this. this is exactly how you should be doing it."

"can you demonstrate?" the choreographer asked, turning to yn.

all eyes were on her now.

she stood there, unfazed, wearing bedazzled sunglasses so dark it was a mystery if she could even see. paired with baggy pink sweatpants, a top that barely passed as a shirt, more like a bikini top and, of all things, a pair of low moon boots.

what the hell is she wearing? chaewon had muttered under her breath when they left the dorm that morning and how does someone where that and still look good yn did, gosh she was a mess, a mess who was still the best in the room.

she unpaused the music, and immediately, yn started moving.

yn was versatile. no matter what concept was thrown at them, she adapted effortlessly, slipping into each one like it was made for her. sakura wasn’t going to lie, she had to mentally prepare every time they switched concepts, had to push herself to embody something new.

so watching yn do it so easily… it always made her feel a certain way.

like now.

the choreographer clapped after yn finished the part she instructed her to do, “that’s exactly how I want you guys to do it, keep your eyes on yn for now on.”

sakura kept her eyes on yn the whole time, noticing how the girl didn’t seem all that pleased with the choreographer’s praise.

why was that? if it were her, she’d be basking in it.

“yn you can go back, let’s start from the top.”

the rest of practice was a disaster, not in terms of their dancing, but the energy in the room. it didn’t feel like teamwork. it felt like competition.

sakura didn’t just want to match yn’s movements. she wanted to surpass them, but she couldn’t and that was the problem.

sighs of relief filled the room as the girls took sips of water, exhaustion settling in while they packed up their things.

sakura slung her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave, when she noticed something, yn was the only one who hadn’t packed up yet.

she stood alone in the corner, quietly sipping water from the dispenser, as if in no rush to leave.

sakura wasn’t the only one who noticed.

she watched as kazuha’s gaze landed on yn, her brows furrowing as she said something to her. whatever it was, sakura couldn’t make it out over the chatter of the other girls.

her curiosity only grew when kazuha suddenly shook her head, turning away from yn and heading back toward the group.

"let’s go," she muttered, not looking back.

"wait, wait, what’s up with yn?" sakura asked as the rest of the girls filed out of the room.

kazuha let out an annoyed sigh. "she’s staying to practice more. said she’ll be home in an hour, but knowing her, that probably means tomorrow."

"hasn’t she done enough?" sakura scoffed. "she already embarrassed us today. does she even realize we’re supposed to be on the same level?"

if yn wanted to be that good, maybe she should’ve just been a soloist.

kazuha opened her mouth to respond, but she just let out a sigh and shook her head.

most nights, sakura was the first to head to bed or at least the first to retreat to her room.

but not tonight.

it was nearly 1 a.m., and instead of sleeping, she sat on the couch, mindlessly watching netflix, barely paying attention to the time.

she flinched at the sound of the front door creaking open, instinctively pulling her blanket tighter around herself.

she had just finished a horror movie and was already onto the next so this was definitely not an ideal situation.

sloppy foot steps was heard making her furrow her eyebrows until it hit her, yn.

yn came into view, the sunglasses she had worn earlier now gone, revealing tired, red rimmed eyes. an oversized sweater hung loosely over her frame, swallowing her up.

she stumbled slightly as she walked through the entryway, one hand reaching out to the wall for support.

"yn?" sakura called out, her voice laced with confusion.

yn looked up at her, her eyes barely open. when she saw sakura, they widened in surprise. "um..." she mumbled, unsure of how to respond.

“I thought you came back hours ago, were you still practicing?” sakura questioned, yn’s whole body language setting alarms in her head, “how did you even get back?”

“it was one of my family’s drivers. It doesn’t matter what time, it's their job." yn mumbled, her words barely audible as she completely avoided sakura’s eyes.

"that sounds pretty privileged," sakura scoffed, her tone sharp with disbelief.

"it was either that, or I would’ve passed out with no one around to help." yn snapped back, her words laced with frustration.

"huh?" sakura muttered, finally noticing the hospital bracelet wrapped around yn’s wrist. "yn... were you just at the hospital?"

"what does it look like?" the younger girl shot back, heading toward the kitchen without a second glance.

sakura followed her without hesitation. “what? how? why?”

yn opened the fridge and grabbed a cold water bottle. “you know, the usual, undereating, overworking.”

“the usual?” sakura echoed, disbelief creeping into her voice.

yn let out a heavy sigh, leaning against the counter. “why do you even care?”

"because one of my members was just in the hospital, didn’t contact any of us, and then just casually calls it the usual?"sakura shot back, her frustration clear, “why would I not care?”

"because it is the usual. not my fault you haven’t noticed," yn shot back, her voice tinged with irritation. "and why would you not care? because you haven’t before, sue me."

sakura let out a frustrated sigh. "yn... this is different. this is important. this is your health."

yn shook her head, taking another sip from her water bottle. "it really isn’t different. with all the stuff you say about me, all the things you probably think about me, why on earth would you care about this?"

“yn-”

"well, since you’ve gotten me started, I guess I should finish, right?" yn cut her off, taking another sip of water, her movements sluggish like someone trying to sober up. "you know, you were probably the one who hurt me the most." after chaewon of course but she wasn’t going to say that out loud.

sakura furrowed her brow, confusion flooding her expression as yn continued. "I mean, you’re the older, motherly one who takes care of everyone... but you never even batted an eye at me. so, sorry for being freaked out right now by you suddenly caring."

the words hit sakura like a punch to the gut. she felt a sharp pang in her chest, she didn’t know how to respond.

"and when I found out you and chaewon were former idols, I thought, great, I have someone older who can guide me through this crazy industry," yn rambled, her voice thick with frustration. "but I guess I’m just too rich and perfect for that. instead, I had you laughing along with everyone else while old men belittled me."

sakura opened her mouth, but no words came out. it felt like everything yn said was just pouring out, and she was left speechless.

yn leaned further against the counter, taking another sip of water, and sakura couldn't shake the thought, was that even water?

"maybe it’s just me being dumb and craving that mother figure but it was such a shock for me," yn continued, "because when I was at sm, the girls I was with took care of me so well. you know aespa, right? you probably know I was supposed to debut with them?"

sakura nodded, her mind numb, her stomach sinking. guilt consumed her, she felt sick.

“yn-”

"did you also know I was forced out of the lineup because of my father?" yn’s words were laced with venom, and sakura flinched, the sharpness stinging her more than she expected. "I don’t want to be in this group as much as you don’t want me here."

"yn-"

"I have a question for you, unnie," yn said, dragging out "unnie" with a mocking tone. "do you hate me, or is it your insecurities getting the best of you?"

sakura was speechless. yn was right. yn was rich, pleasant, and constantly praised, yet that was just the surface, what sakura had seen from the outside. she didn’t know the full story, but the proof was standing right in front of her.

sakura wanted to be her in some ways, and that desire had only gotten in the way of building a connection with her.

"yn… I-"

"what’s going on?" chaewon’s voice broke through the tension, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she stepped into the kitchen. "I heard noise—what the hell, did you just get here?" her words were aimed at yn, who just shook her head, walking past chaewon and down the hall.

sakura’s gaze lingered down the hall where yn had disappeared, her chest heavy. chaewon’s questioning tone snapped her back to the moment. "what happened?"

a lump grew in sakura’s throat as she struggled to find the words. "um, nothing. just go back to bed."

she finally understood yunjin.

[sturnlia]

gaming

my first fic! i hope you guys like it, im sorry if its bad :3 fluff and making out!

you’re sitting on chris’s couch behind his gaming chair, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through your phone while he’s gaming. the sound of gunfire and explosions fills the room, but you’ve learned to tune it out by now.

“you gonna sit there like a loser all night or actually talk to me?” you tease, tossing a throw pillow at his head.

it hits the back of his chair, to which he turns around, giving you a look. “first of all, rude. second, you’ve been on your phone for the past thirty minutes. who’s the loser now?”

“still you.” you lean back, stretching your arms over your head with a dramatic sigh. “i was hoping for some entertainment, but apparently, you’re more into playing with random dudes online than hanging out with me.”

“oh, you want entertainment?” he finally pauses the game and turns to you, one brow raised. “what, you wanna arm wrestle? see who can shotgun a pepsi faster? oh wait—i forgot, you suck at both.”

you narrow your eyes. “bold words for someone who cried over a jump scare last week.”

chris glares, pointing at you. “fuck you, that was a well-timed scare. any normal person would’ve jumped.”

you grin, triumphant. “but did they scream like a little bitch?”

he launches the pillow back at you, and you barely dodge it. “you are so annoying.”

“you love it." you say, sticking out your tongue.

he doesn’t respond right away, just stares at you with that cocky half-smile that always makes your stomach flip. his eyes flick down to your lips for a second—so quick you almost miss it.

“you know what’s actually annoying?” he finally says, leaving the game and walking over and sitting next to you. “how you always act like you don’t want me, when we both know you do.”

your breath catches, but you force yourself to scoff. “oh my god, your ego is out of control.”

he hums, tilting his head. “am i wrong, though?”

you open your mouth to argue, but he’s already shifting closer, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind you. the air between you changes—like someone turned the dial up on the tension.

“c’mon, baby, just admit it,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “you wanna kiss me so bad.”

your heart is hammering against your ribs, but you roll your eyes. “in your dreams.”

his smirk widens. “oh, you have no idea.”

and then he moves. slow and testing. he tilts his head and brings his lips so close that you can feel his breath against your mouth.

you don’t pull away.

he takes that as a green light and finally, finally closes the distance, kissing you like he’s been dying to do it for ages.

your fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer instinctively. his lips are soft, but the way he kisses you? it's desperate, like he’s been waiting too long for this moment. his hands find your waist, warm and firm as he tugs you onto his lap.

“fuck,” he mutters against your lips, voice a little rough. “knew you’d taste good.”

you’re already breathless, but you muster a retort. “jesus, chris, that’s so corny.”

he chuckles, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “yeah? didn’t hear you complaining.”

you don’t have a comeback because he’s right. instead, you grind down just a little, testing the waters, and his reaction is instant—a sharp inhale, fingers gripping your hips tighter.

“oh, we’re doing that now?” his voice is deeper, rougher, like he’s barely keeping it together.

you shrug, but the teasing is weaker now, your own body betraying you. “guess so.”

he doesn’t waste time. one hand slides under your shirt, fingers dragging over your skin in a way that makes you shiver. the other is tangled in your hair, keeping you close as he kisses you like he wants to ruin you.

and the look in his eyes and the way he touches you, seems like he does.

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[rueclfer]

Can I request a best friends brother touya plssss :)

Ur loser Touya who, canon to your fics, writes in a diary journal is so good and needs a comeback 😭💗

Okay thank you byyyyyeee :P

god i love todosiblings tomfoolery in touya fics!!!! ily anon thank u for loving this loser as much as i do

open up the door // touya todoroki

“Knock knock.” The voice interrupts yours and Fuyumi’s chatter from the other side of her bedroom door.

“What?” Fuyumi calls out, cueing Touya to poke his head through the cracked door, eyes meeting her before your own, in which you quickly darted away. “Can we help you?”

“Yeah, you can actually.” He returns the tone, fully swinging the door open, leaning against the frame. “I hear you losers giggling and shit from all the way down the hall. Don’t you think you two should shut up and go to sleep?”

You look him up and down, eyeing the stretched out flannel pajama pants hanging low on his hips and distressed band tee over his lanky frame. The glossy sheen over his eyes and the state of his hair made it apparent that he had just rolled out of bed, woken up from yours and Fuyumi’s night time antics and gossip.

“It’s barely 12am on a Friday night, Touya.” You cock your eyebrow at him. “Nothing more important to do than to bother us?”

“Tell me, Y/N, what exactly am I interrupting?” He walks into the room, being careful to step over the scattered containers of various beads, rolls of string, and a couple pairs haphazardly throw scissors laying across the floor. “Friendship bracelets? Are you guys 12?” 

You were laying on the floor on your stomach as he approached you and stepped over you with a leg on each side. Touya leans down and looks past your head to see the unfinished bracelet in your hands.

“Whatcha spelling out, huh?” 

“Fuck off.” You huff, slapping his calf to shoo him away.

“Leave us alone” Fuyumi groans. “We’re gonna go to sleep right now, okay?”

“Sleep, don’t sleep, I don’t give a fuck. Just be quiet. Especially you, loudmouth.” He flicks the back of your head before stepping over you towards the door, clicking it behind him.

You and Fuyumi meet each other’s eyes before simultaneously letting out an annoyed sigh.

“Sorry, you know how he is.” Fuyumi huffs. “He’s so annoying sometimes.”

You had a long standing relationship with the Todoroki family. Your friendship with Fuyumi flourished in middle school when you had accidentally snapped her glasses in half during gym class. Luckily, for you two, you were a wizard with duct tape which had not only effectively fixed her frames, but made you two inseparable since. 

“Sometimes?” You scoff, beginning to shove the craft supplies to the side, making room for your floor mattress. “I was seriously planning on marrying into the family one way or another, but you gave me some shit options, Fuy. Introduce me to a cousin or something.

“Settle for him to be with me forever.” She sighs dramatically and shoots you a pout. “If you really loved me, you would.”

Another thing that lingered since you two were kids- the concept of setting you up with her older brother. The idea had always seemed so perfect for her. There you were, someone who got along with the family, the sister she never had, and most importantly, was “good enough” for her brother, who notoriously had a shitty dating history. However, Fuyumi’s fantasy quickly crumbled midway through high school, when Touya suddenly decided that he was too good for anyone- especially his little sister’s best friend.

“Touya’s a fucking prick, Fuy. I really do want to beat the fuck out of him, no joke, and I’m pretty sure the feelings are mutual.”

“Watch it!” She scolds you. “He’s not that bad, or at least not as bad as he used to be.”

“Not as bad? ‘Hey ugly’ is his go-to greeting for me. He acts like my presence is the most inconveniencing thing ever. If we're alone in the same room, he'll avoid me like the plague and then once there's anyone else around, suddenly he wants to annoy me at any given chance.”

“He’s going through a life crisis or something. Be nice.” She warns. “Or else I’ll kick both of your asses. Wake me if you’re up before me, okay? But only if it’s after 10am.” She yawns. “Goodnight.”

“Yeah whatever, g'night." You say and roll your eyes, knowing that you will definitely not be waking her up.

Now with the lights off and you two in your respective beds, all you could do is look up at the glow in the dark stars plastered to the ceiling, and think back on all of your interactions with Touya from the moment you met him to now- from your raging infatuation with him when you first met as children to the growing resentment and annoyance into your late teens.

-

The glaring sunbeam peaking through the curtains hit you right in the eye, effectively waking you up from your deep sleep. Your phone reads 6:54AM. You mentally groaned to yourself before rolling out of your mattress, exiting the dark bedroom with a soft click of the door behind you. On an early Saturday morning like this, the Todoroki household had its rare moments of silent solitude

Padding your way to the bathroom, you were still in a drowsy state, eyes lidded, and the heaviness of a deep sleep weighing on your shoulders. Once the door shuts behind you, you lean against the kitchen sink and rub the sleepiness from your eyes,

"The fuck, Y/N?" The familiar voice snaps you awake. Your vision focuses on the figure standing near the shower. "You pervert, what do you think you're doing?" He exclaims with a growing amused smile.

"Jesus, Touya!" You exclaim, taking a step back against the door. "Ever use a fucking lock before?" You lowly huff, trying to keep your volume down.

"Why would I when no one's ever up this early? Don't you walk around with your eyes open?"

"I just woke up like two seconds ago." You groan. "Why are you just hanging out in the bathroom?"

"Well I was going to shower. Unless you're here to 'beat the fuck out of me?'" He leans against the wall, arms crossed.

"Listening in on our conversation? Who's the pervert now?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Involuntarily, with your loud mouth and all." He takes a step closer, almost closing the gap and leaving just mere inches of space between you two. "Sounds like you don't like me very much, huh? What happened to that little crush in middle school?" He kept his voice low.

"Fizzled out a long time ago when you started thinking you were too cool for everyone." You press your finger against the middle of his chest. "You're full of yourself, stuck up, infuriating to be around, and you have no reason to not like me when we've known each other for damn near a decade. You're such a dick for no reason."

"You done?" His amused smile grew even wider, making the fury in your stomach grow stronger. "Because I don't have to explain shit to you."

You rub your face in your hands in frustration. "You know what you act like? A 13 year old who thinks being mean to his crush makes them like you back." You cross your arms, almost tip-toeing your way closer to his face. "That must be it, huh? Can't navigate your feelings?"

Touya bit the inside of his cheek.

Before he could retaliate with another venom filled comment, someone on the other side of the door was knocking. Had you two been so loud this early in the morning?

"Y/N?" You recognized the groggy voice. "Are you in there? Can I come in?"

You froze and quickly realized how the situation looked- you and Touya almost pressed up against each other in the bathroom. Alone. After you had just told her all about your disdain for her brother the night before.

You locked your eyes with him. He opened his mouth, ready to respond in your place, in which you quickly slammed your hand over his mouth, and the other on his shoulder. You start pushing him back towards the shower.

"Yeah! I'm in here, give me a second!" You called out over your shoulder.

"What are you doing?" He mouths, taking a step into the shower before he could trip over the ledge.

"Shut up." You whisper back, closing the shower curtain. "Stay." You warn.

You took a glance at yourself in the mirror, silently hoping Fuyumi doesn't notice your flushed cheeks.

"Sorry I was getting ready to shower. Was I being too loud?" You open the door to see her sleepy state of lidded eyes and tousled hair.

"No." She yawns. "I got a migraine, I just need my medication."

You step aside for her to dig through the medicine cabinet for a moment, sending subtle glances to the shower every now and then, hoping Touya doesn't decide to make an appearance.

"By the way," She mumbles. "I was serious about last night. Be nice to Touya, okay? You know he kinda has a crush on you."

"What?" You exclaim a bit too loudly, slapping your hand over your mouth.

She shushes you, putting her finger over her mouth. "You'll wake him. He's a light sleeper." She warns. "But yeah, Natsuo read his diary last week and told me. I think I kinda knew though, since he's so emotionally constipated." She softly chuckles, lightly shaking the migraine medication into her palm.

"What the fuck, Fuyumi?" Your mouth hung open. "Diary? You tell me this now?"

"Well I didn't realize how much you disliked him." She smiles. "Just thought you should know. We'll talk more later, though. I'm going back to sleep. Think about it, and have a good shower."

"Okay.. thanks." You mumble, closing the door behind her.

If you really wanted to, you could let yourself feel mortified for Touya and make an agreement to pretend like that conversation didn't just happen, but you could feel the disgusting pride and ego growing larger by the second as you digested this new information.

Touya rips the shower curtain to the side, stepping out of the shower with a new layer of blush dusted over his cheeks and his wide eyes filled with embarrassment.

"Shut up." He huffs, running a hand through his hair.

"Didn't say anything." You shrug, pressing your lips together to suppress a smirk.

"Keep it that way, then."

He begins to make his way towards the door, in which you promptly block with your body.

"Y/N. Move." He demands, one hand on the handle and the other pressed against the door next to your head.

"Guess I got you figured out after all. You write about me in your diary often?" Your let your smirk grow. "You'd have better luck if you were nicer to your crush, don't you think?"

You could see that pompous facade of his crumble by the second with the way he bit down on his lower lip, cheeks growing into a deeper shade of red, and eyes darting away to avoid your own.

"It's a fucking journal. Not a diary. Let me out. I'm going to go smother that fucking brat with his own pillow."

"Why don't we unpack this here, instead?" You lean back onto the door, preventing him from pulling it open. "If you like me so much, why are you such a dick?"

A beat of silence passes as he releases a long sigh.

"I-" He starts, staring down at you with a sheepish expression. "don't mean to be an asshole. I just get nervous, okay?" His voice falters towards the end.

You cock an eyebrow at him. "Nervous? How does that make sense or justify anything?"

"Because I can't think straight whenever you're around. Which is all the fucking time."

You didn't think far enough ahead as to how you could navigate this. You questioned if this could even be considered a confession or where things would go between you two when you eventually let him out of the bathroom.

"We were fine when we were kids, though?"

"I didn't like you when we were kids." He huffs.

"So a few years ago? When you started acting like an ass?"

"I guess." He mutters. "Can you move over now?"

"I give you one chance." You cross your arms.

"Huh?"

"To apologize, confess and ask me out. Properly."

"Right now?" His eyes widened, mouth gaped open.

"Yup, or forever hold your peace and watch me get with one of your cousins or something."

"You'd actually go out with me?" He asks under his breath.

"Ask me and find out." You shrug.

He pressed his lips together, continuing to stare down at you with furrowed brows- of course you stared back in annoyance. You thought that he already had the easy way out, thanks to Fuyumi, so this hesitation only made you more anxious.

A voice in the back of your head had started pounding through the front. It was your 10 year old self. They're making your stomach twist in anticipation. They're making your heart race. They're making your hands clam up. They're hoping he'd do it.

But he wasn't.

"Okay, guess not then. I'm leaving." You suddenly blurt out, turning to grab the handle.

"Wait." He places his hand over the door frame, preventing it from pulling open. "Give me a fucking second okay? I feel like I can barely breathe."

He puts both hands on your shoulder, expelling a long breath of air to the side. You tense at the sudden physical contact, feeling the warmth of the palms of his hands melt into you.

"I'm sorry for being a dick to you. I'm sorry for not knowing how to act around you. I'm not sure I deserve it, but can you... give me a chance?" He spills out through clenched teeth, all in one breath.

His face was still flushed and expression was almost pained. You knew you backed him up in a corner but if he had this crush for a few years, was he ever planning on telling you?

"I know you had a crush on me when we first met as kids, and I know you definitely don't anymore, but if you want to give me a chance then I guess that would be.. cool." He sheepishly says, sucking in the inside of his cheek.

"You guess?" You cock your head to the side.

"You're fucking killing me, Y/N. That's seriously the best I can do at 7am right now." He deadpans. "Yes or no- before I start panicking."

You pause for a moment, taking in the weight of his hands on your shoulder and intense eye contact.

"I'll go out with you."

"Really?" His eyes widen, and grip tightening. "After everything? You will?"

You nod your head, slightly taken off guard by his surprise.

"Cool. Cool. Okay." He takes a step back, bringing his hands back to his side and shoving them in his pajama pants pocket, giving you space to take your exit. "Um. I'll keep you updated on that date then? When I figure it out?" He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Cool." You say, still standing idly.

"Cool." He responds, pressing his lips together in a tight line

"Don't make it weird, okay?" You huff. "I don't want to tell Fuy yet."

"No weirdness here." He awkwardly smiles, now fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

"Okay we're done here." You teasingly roll your eyes. "You're being weird, so I'm leaving. See you in a few hours, loser."

You two exchanged shy smiles and glances before you made your exit, letting out an audible breath of air after shutting the door behind you. Later that morning, after his shower and getting ready for the day, Touya would find a beaded bracelet hanging on his bedroom's door handle, reading "T O U Y A < 3" in which he slipped over his wrist and would glance down at all day, reminding himself not to fuck it up.

[bu3ck3r]

breaking the silence

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

wc: 11.4k

a/n: hi loves here’s the prompt and im so sorry it took so long for me to write it but i was really busy and i just wasn’t satisfied with what i wrote at first so i had to change it and im still not that satisfied but i hope y’all like it also i really wanna know y’all’s opinions about my writing so just dm me or smth ty

Paige Bueckers wasn’t nervous.

That wasn’t her thing. She was confident, always had been. Whether it was playing basketball, working out, or even training some of the best up and coming athletes, she handled everything with ease.

So why was she standing outside this gym, adjusting the strap of her bag for the third time, pretending she wasn’t stalling?

She sighed and shook her head. This was ridiculous. She was here for work, simple as that.

Pushing open the doors, she stepped into the facility. It was a top tier private training center, the kind designed to bring athletes back from career-threatening injuries to the peak of their game. Really nice equipment, therapy rooms, nutritionists, it had everything.

Including, apparently, her.

Azzi Fudd.

Paige had been briefed on the team working with the player she’d been assigned to help, but nowhere in that email did it say Azzi was the sports psychologist on board.

And yet, there she was, standing near the weight racks, holding a clipboard, looking annoyingly beautiful.

For a second, Paige thought Azzi hadn’t noticed her. She was in deep conversation with the athlete they’d been called in to assist—Aaron Williams, a promising young player who had suffered a brutal ACL tear and was fighting to make a full comeback.

Then, just as Paige thought she might make it to the locker room unnoticed, Azzi turned.

Their eyes met.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Azzi’s face before she schooled it into something unreadable. Paige felt her breath hitch. It had been two years since they’d seen each other. Since UConn. Since late night study sessions that turned into them just talking for hours. Since sitting next to each other on long flights, shoulders pressed together, Paige always whispering something dumb to make Azzi laugh. Since that one night, the one they never talked about, where the line between friendship and something more had blurred just a little too much.

Paige should’ve been prepared for this. But Azzi Fudd standing in front of her, dressed in fitted leggings and a zip-up hoodie, her arms crossed, eyes scanning Paige like she was assessing whether this was real or not.

“Didn’t think I’d see you back in a gym,” Azzi said, voice smooth but carrying that familiar edge of teasing.

Paige forced herself to smirk, ignoring the way her pulse picked up. “Didn’t think I’d see you pretending to read that clipboard.”

Azzi huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Still the same.”

“And you’re still avoiding my question,” Paige shot back.

Azzi sighed, finally lowering the clipboard. “I’m the mental performance coach for Aaron. Have been for a couple of months now.”

Paige arched a brow. “Damn. And you didn’t think to warn me?”

Azzi smirked, tilting her head. “Would you have come if I did?”

Paige opened her mouth, then shut it.

Before she could fire back, Aaron walked over, glancing between them. “Wait, you two know each other?”

Azzi answered first. “We went to UConn together.”

“Best friends,” Paige added, her eyes flickering toward Azzi to see if she reacted to that term.

Azzi didn’t, at least not outwardly. “Something like that.”

Aaron let out a low whistle. “Well, this should be fun.”

Fun. Yeah, that was one word for it.

Paige kept her focus on Aaron, running through the first set of evaluations. Strength, mobility, balance, she handled it all professionally. Except for the moments when she was way too aware of Azzi’s presence.

Like when she was stretching Aaron’s hamstring and felt Azzi’s eyes on her. Or when she caught Azzi biting her lip, deep in thought as she made notes, and Paige’s brain short-circuited for a solid two seconds.

She knew she wasn’t subtle, either.

At one point, Azzi walked past her to grab a resistance band, and Paige’s gaze dropped, completely involuntarily, to her waist, then her arms, then back up.

And Azzi saw.

Paige knew because the second she looked up, Azzi was already watching her, eyebrows raised, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Something on your mind Paige?” Azzi asked, her voice light but laced with amusement.

Paige, caught red-handed, rolled her shoulders back. “Yeah, actually. I was just wondering how long it’s been since you picked up a dumbbell.”

Aaron laughed, and Azzi’s jaw dropped.

“You—” Azzi huffed, shaking her head. “You’re literally impossible.”

Paige grinned. “It’s part of my charm.”

Azzi muttered something under her breath, but there was no hiding the small smile that slipped through.

And just like that, the tension they had been pretending didn’t exist started to feel even harder to ignore.

They wrapped up after an hour, Aaron heading off to cool down while Paige and Azzi were left alone near the lockers.

Azzi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, studying Paige like she was still trying to figure her out. “You didn’t tell me you were training athletes now.”

Paige shrugged, unzipping her bag. “You didn’t tell me you were counseling them.”

Azzi’s expression softened. “It helped me a lot, back when I was recovering from my own injuries. I figured maybe I could do the same for someone else.”

For the first time all day, Paige didn’t have a quick comeback.

Instead, she smiled, genuine and warm. “That’s really amazing Az. I mean it.”

Azzi met her eyes, and for a moment, it was just them.

Then Azzi looked away, pushing off the wall. “Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other again.”

Paige watched her go, her heart doing something stupid.

Yeah. A lot of each other.

And that was definitely going to be a problem.

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Paige Bueckers had always been competitive. It didn’t matter if it was basketball, a casual game of horse, or trying to make Azzi Fudd blush. If there was a challenge, she was taking it.

So when she caught Azzi checking her out during a session?

Yeah she was ready.

Aaron’s recovery plan was a grind, and today’s focus was rebuilding lower body strength. Paige was in her zone, demonstrating exercises, correcting Aaron’s form, and making sure the player wasn’t compensating in ways that could set them back.

Azzi was standing off to the side, observing, her arms crossed, her expression serious.

Paige pretended she didn’t notice the way Azzi’s eyes lingered on her, but internally? Oh, she noticed.

And she was about to make it worse.

Aaron was finishing a set of deadlifts when Paige stepped next to the weight rack, stretching casually, making sure Azzi had a full view of her arms.

“Gotta love strength training,” Paige said, flexing a little as she rolled out her shoulders. She glanced over, catching Azzi’s reaction.

Azzi’s eyes flickered down for half a second, half a second too long, before she looked away, lips pressing together.

Busted.

Paige smirked. “What do you think, Az? Solid form?”

Azzi exhaled through her nose, not meeting her gaze. “Your ego is truly something else.”

Aaron, completely oblivious, snickered. “She’s always like this?”

Azzi huffed, shaking her head. “Always.”

Paige grinned. “You love it.”

Azzi didn’t answer, just focused very, very hard on her clipboard, but Paige caught the way her fingers tightened slightly around it.

After wrapping up, the three of them walked toward the facility’s smoothie bar. Aaron was chatting about their progress, but Paige was fully focused on Azzi, who was fully focused on avoiding looking at her.

Paige leaned in a little as they walked. “You know, Azzi, if you wanna feel my arms, you can just ask.”

Azzi actually choked.

Aaron turned, confused. “You good?”

Azzi coughed, waving it off. “Fine. Totally fine.”

Paige bit her lip to keep from laughing.

Azzi side eyed her. “You’re ridiculous.”

Paige shrugged, completely unbothered. “And yet, here you are.”

Azzi had nothing for that.

Aaron, still clueless, shook his head. “Y’all are something else.”

Yeah. They really were.

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Paige was lying on her bed, mindlessly scrolling through her phone when it buzzed.

Azzi: Do you always flirt that much in professional settings?

Paige grinned.

Paige: Only when there’s someone worth flirting with.

Azzi took a full two minutes to respond.

Azzi: Unbelievable.

Paige laughed, rolling onto her back.

Paige: So you admit it?

Azzi didn’t text back.

But Paige knew.

Oh, she knew.

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Azzi Fudd prided herself on her discipline. It was what got her through grueling rehab sessions when her own basketball career was on the line. It was what made her a damn good sports psychologist. She knew how to separate emotions from the job. So why, why, was Paige Bueckers making that impossible?

Aaron’s training session was intense today: heavy lifting, explosive movement drills, the kind of work that left them exhausted but satisfied. Paige was coaching them through the last of their reps, and Azzi was supposed to be focusing on their mental stamina.

Supposed to be.

Instead, she was losing a battle with herself.

Because Paige was in her zone, all confident energy, all muscle and smirks and cockiness.

And Azzi hated that she liked it.

She tried to ignore it. She really did.

But then Paige had to go and push her buttons.

Aaron was mid-sled push when Paige glanced over at Azzi, catching her watching.

Busted. Again.

Paige wiped her forehead with the hem of her shirt, flashing toned abs she definitely didn’t need to show off before throwing Azzi a look.

“Wanna race?” Paige challenged.

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige nodded toward the sled. “Me vs you.”

Azzi scoffed. “That’s not my job.”

Paige grinned. “Oh, I know. Just wondering if you still got it.”

Azzi felt her pulse spike. Paige knew exactly what she was doing.

Aaron looked between them, sensing the tension. “Ohhh, this is happening.”

Azzi exhaled slowly. “This is stupid.”

Paige just shrugged. “Backin’ out?”

Azzi gritted her teeth. Damn her and her stupid, competitive ass.

She stepped up. “Fine.”

Aaron counted them off. “Three… two… one—”

They pushed.

Paige was strong, annoyingly strong, but Azzi had power too. She dug in, matching her stride for stride, neither of them giving an inch.

By the end, they collapsed, breathless, tied.

Paige, still grinning, turned to her. “Not bad Az.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, trying not to let her smile show.

When they finished the workout Aaron left first, exhausted. But Paige and Azzi stayed back, cleaning up the space.

Paige stretched, exhaling. “Didn’t know you still had that in you.”

Azzi, despite herself, smirked. “What, thought I got weak?”

Paige’s gaze flickered over her too slowly, like she was definitely thinking something else.

“Nah,” Paige murmured. “never.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped.

She looked away fast. “I should go.”

But Paige just kept looking at her, eyes unreadable.

Azzi turned, walking out before she did something really stupid.

Like kiss her.

Or admit she wanted to.

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Azzi had a problem.

And that problem was Paige Bueckers.

She’d spent years perfecting self control, learning how to separate personal feelings from professional situations. But then Paige had waltzed back into her life, all cocky smiles, ridiculous muscles, and relentless flirting, and suddenly, Azzi was failing.

Badly.

And tonight? Tonight was worse.

After their intense training session, the gym was nearly empty. Aaron had left, but Paige and Azzi lingered, tidying up the space.

Azzi turned to grab her water bottle from a bench, and that’s when she felt it.

Paige’s eyes. On her. Lingering.

Azzi froze for a beat, then slowly turned. Caught.

Paige didn’t even look away.

In fact, she smirked.

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “What are you doing?”

Paige shrugged, completely unbothered. “Just admiring the view.”

Azzi’s face heated. “You’re unbelievable.”

Paige just grinned wider. “No, seriously. Do you even know how good you look in those leggings?”

Azzi’s brain short-circuited. “Paige-”

“I mean, the way they fit?” Paige kept going, knowing exactly what she was doing. “It’s honestly kinda unfair.”

Azzi opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Paige tilted her head. “What? No comeback? That’s new.”

Azzi’s jaw clenched. She could not let Paige win this one.

So she took a breath and fired back.

“You know,” Azzi said, crossing her arms, “for someone who talks this much, you don’t seem to notice that you’re the one getting checked out half the time.”

Paige blinked.

And that’s when Azzi saw it, Paige was not expecting that.

Azzi smirked. “Yeah. Thought so.”

Paige recovered fast. “Oh, so you do think I look good?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Like you don’t already know that.”

Paige stepped closer, voice dropping slightly. “Yeah, but I like hearing you say it.”

Azzi swallowed. Why was it suddenly hot in here?

She grabbed her bag before she did something dumb. “I’m leaving.”

Paige, still grinning, walked with her. “Uh huh. Sure you don’t wanna keep talking about how good I look?”

Azzi did not answer.

Mostly because Paige was winning again.

And Azzi was in serious trouble.

Paige insisted on giving Azzi a ride home. Azzi should have said no. She didn’t.

The car was quiet at first, just the soft hum of the music.

Then Paige spoke. “So, you really think I look good?”

Azzi sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

Azzi exhaled, glaring at the window like it could save her. “Paige.”

Paige grinned. “Azzi.”

Azzi groaned. “Yes, okay? You look good. You know you do.”

Paige smirked, pleased. “And you look good too.”

Azzi glanced at her, surprised. “You’ve already said that.”

Paige nodded. “Yeah, but I really mean it.”

Azzi looked away, fighting a smile.

Because for all of Paige’s teasing, when she said things like that? She meant them.

And Azzi felt it.

Too much.

Azzi had spent most of the ride home trying not to think about Paige’s words.

You look good too.

She should’ve brushed it off. Paige was always flirting, always teasing,it didn’t mean anything. Right?

Except, it kind of felt like it did.

And Azzi was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she wanted it to.

Paige pulled into Azzi’s apartment complex and threw the car into park. Neither of them moved to get out.

Paige drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. “You gonna invite me up or just leave me sitting here?”

Azzi snorted. “Why would I invite you up?”

Paige shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because you enjoy my company?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Debatable.”

Paige smirked, turning in her seat. “Nah. I think you like having me around.”

Azzi hesitated.

Because she did. Too much.

Paige’s voice softened. “You ever wonder what would’ve happened if we kept in touch?”

Azzi blinked at the sudden shift in tone. “What do you mean?”

Paige leaned back, exhaling. “I mean, we were close. And then… we weren’t.”

Azzi swallowed. “Yeah.”

Paige tapped the wheel again, thoughtful. “I missed you.”

Azzi’s heart skipped.

She hesitated, then admitted, “I missed you too.”

Paige smiled, slow and real. “See? I knew you liked me.”

Azzi sighed. “Get out.”

Paige laughed, but she didn’t push.

Not yet.

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The next day, Paige and Azzi met at the gym again for another training session with Aaron.

Azzi told herself things would be normal.

Then Paige showed up in a tight black tank top that did nothing to hide the definition in her arms, and Azzi immediately lost that battle.

Paige caught her looking.

And smirked.

“Like what you see?”

Azzi refused to react. “You’re so full of yourself.”

Paige flexed, just to be annoying. “Can you blame me?”

Azzi turned away, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

Paige, still smirking, leaned in. “If you want me to train you, just say the word.”

Azzi ignored the way her pulse spiked. “I’m fine, thanks.”

Paige grinned. “Yeah, maybe for now.”

But Azzi could feel her looking every time she moved.

And maybe… maybe she liked it.

After the session, Paige handed Azzi a smoothie without asking. “Drink. You look tired.”

Azzi huffed. “I’m not tired.”

Paige arched a brow. “Lying to me? Wow.”

Azzi took a sip, because arguing was pointless.

Paige watched her, something softer in her eyes. “Seriously, Azzi. You taking care of yourself?”

Azzi hesitated.

Because sometimes, she wasn’t.

Paige nudged her shoulder, quieter now. “Do I need to start looking out for you too?”

Azzi hated that her stomach flipped.

She covered it with sarcasm. “Oh, great. Paige Bueckers, personal trainer and life coach.”

Paige grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

Azzi shook her head, smiling despite herself.

Because the truth was she kind of liked having Paige in her corner again.

Even if it was dangerous.

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Azzi wasn’t stupid.

She knew exactly what was happening between her and Paige. The lingering glances. The teasing that wasn’t just teasing anymore. The way her pulse jumped whenever Paige got too close.

She told herself it was harmless. That Paige was just being Paige, flirty, cocky, impossible.

But then Paige stopped playing.

And suddenly, Azzi wasn’t so sure anymore.

It started with an offhand comment.

Aaron had just left, and Azzi was about to grab her stuff when Paige stretched, arms over her head, tank top riding up just enough to be distracting and said, “You know, I could fix your form.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige grinned. “Your squat form. It could use some work.”

Azzi scoffed. “Excuse me? I have perfect form.”

Paige laughed. “Oh yeah?Prove it.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Fine.”

She set her feet, dropped into a squat , textbook perfect, and glanced up at Paige. “Happy?”

Paige tilted her head, amused. “Hmm.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Oh my god.”

Paige stepped behind her, too close.Her hands hovered over Azzi’s hips. “Can I?”

Azzi froze.

Her brain screamed at her to say no, to shut this down before it became something she couldn’t ignore.

Instead, she whispered, “Yeah.”

Paige’s hands landed lightly on her waist.

Azzi forgot how to breathe.

Paige’s voice was softer now. “You’re leaning forward too much. Engage your core more.”

Azzi couldn’t focus on anything except Paige’s hands.

“Try again,” Paige said.

Azzi did.

Paige’s thumbs brushed over her sides. “Better.”

Azzi stood up fast, almost knocking into Paige. “Okay. We’re done here.”

Paige just grinned. “Told you I could fix it.”

Azzi grabbed her water bottle, refusing to meet Paige’s eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Paige chuckled. “You love it.”

Azzi didn’t answer.

Because maybe, Paige was right.

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They left the gym together, like usual. But something was different.

Azzi could still feel Paige’s hands on her.

And she was pretty sure Paige knew it.

The car ride was quiet. Tense in a way that wasn’t bad, just charged.

Paige tapped the steering wheel. “You okay?”

Azzi exhaled. “Yeah.”

Paige glanced at her. “You sure?”

Azzi nodded, too quickly.

Paige smirked. “You’re flustered.”

Azzi groaned. “Shut up.”

Paige laughed, but it was softer now. “Relax, Az. I’m just messing with you.”

Azzi didn’t know how to explain that that was the problem.

Because it wasn’t just messing around anymore.

And they both knew it.

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Azzi lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, replaying every single stupid little moment with Paige.

The way she looked at her. The way she touched her.

The way she made Azzi feel like she was always one second away from something she couldn’t take back.

And for the first time, Azzi didn’t think she wanted to.

Azzi wasn’t used to this.

She could handle stress. Pressure. High stakes situations where the difference between winning and losing was a split second decision.

But she couldn’t handle Paige looking at her like that.

Like she knew exactly what she was doing to Azzi.

Like she was waiting for Azzi to break.

And the worst part?

Azzi wasn’t sure she wanted to hold it together anymore.

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Paige had always been confident. It was part of who she was. But this? This was something else.

They were in the gym again, another session with Aaron, and Paige was being a menace.

Every time Azzi looked up, Paige was watching her.

Not subtly.

And when Azzi caught her? Paige didn’t even look away.

It was infuriating.

And unfairly attractive.

Azzi tried to focus on Aaron, on the work, on literally anything but Paige’s gaze burning into her skin.

It didn’t work.

Because Paige was relentless.

She stretched, flexing way more than necessary. Smirked when Azzi’s eyes betrayed her and flickered to her arms.

And when she caught Azzi looking, again?

She grinned. “Something you wanna say?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, forcing herself to look away. “I’m ignoring you.”

Paige chuckled. “No, you’re not.”

Azzi exhaled sharply. This woman.

Paige wasn’t done, though.

She leaned in, voice low. Too close. Too warm. Too much. “You know, if you wanna keep staring at me, you could just admit it.”

Azzi turned to face her, fully prepared to shut this down.

But then Paige’s eyes dropped, just for a second.

And Azzi realized, she was doing it too.

For the first time, Paige looked a little…caught.

A little off balance.

And that’s when Azzi did something she never thought she’d do.

She pushed back.

Azzi crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You’re staring too P.”

Paige blinked.

Azzi smirked. Gotcha.

Paige recovered fast. Grinned. “Can you blame me?”

Azzi’s stomach flipped.

She opened her mouth, to say what, she didn’t even know.

But then Aaron called for them, and the moment was gone.

Azzi exhaled. Thank God.

After the session, they walked out together, like always.

Paige was quieter than usual.

Azzi nudged her. “What? No smart comments?”

Paige glanced at her, thoughtful. “Just thinking.”

Azzi raised a brow. “That’s dangerous.”

Paige snorted. “Shut up.”

“You ever think about it?”

Azzi blinked. “Think about what?”

Paige stopped walking. Looked at her.

Azzi’s heart jumped.

Paige exhaled, almost like she was about to say something real.

Then she smirked. “Never mind.”

Azzi frowned. “Paige—”

But Paige was already walking again.

And Azzi was left standing there, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Azzi was laying in bed, replaying every moment.

Every glance. Every word.

The way Paige almost said something.

And for the first time, Azzi admitted it to herself, really, truly admitted it.

She didn’t just like this thing between them.

She wanted it.

And maybe…

Maybe it was time to stop pretending otherwise.

Azzi wasn’t in denial anymore.

She had spent weeks pretending that what was happening between her and Paige was just playful banter, harmless, a game they both enjoyed.

But now?

Now, it was too obvious. Too intense.

And Azzi was so tired of pretending.

It started early next morning.

Azzi had barely walked into the gym when Paige leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking way too pleased with herself.

“Morning pretty,” Paige drawled.

Azzi sighed. “What do you want?”

Paige smirked. “Not even a hello? I thought psychologists were supposed to be nice.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Hello, Paige.”

Paige grinned. “Much better.”

Azzi tried to step past her, but Paige blocked her path, deliberately.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

Paige tilted her head. “You seem tense. Need a personal trainer to help loosen you up?”

Azzi scoffed. “I’m fine.”

Paige shrugged, stepping closer, too close. “You sure? Cause you’ve been looking at me like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped.

But she didn’t back down.

Instead, she held Paige’s gaze. “Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about you.”

For the first time, Paige looked caught.

Just for a second.

Then she grinned. “You’re getting cocky Azzi.”

Azzi smirked. “Maybe I’ve been spending too much time around you.”

Paige’s eyes darkened, just slightly.

And that’s when Azzi knew.

They weren’t dancing around this anymore.

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Aaron was in the weight room, stretching before their session, which meant Azzi had a few minutes of freedom. Or at least, she thought she did.

Because Paige was still in her space.

She was lifting weights, deliberately showing off. Flexing a little too much. Making sure Azzi noticed.

Azzi did.

Unfortunately.

Paige caught her staring. Again.

And this time, she didn’t let it slide.

She set down the weights, wiping her hands on a towel and turned to Azzi with a slow, knowing grin.

“You checking me out Fudd?”

Azzi’s heart jumped.

She tried to play it cool. “You’re imagining things.”

Paige chuckled. “Mmm. Am I?”

Azzi refused to let her win this one.

She tilted her head. “Even if I was, it’s only fair. You’ve been staring at me for weeks.”

Paige blinked.

Azzi smirked.

Paige recovered quickly. She stepped closer, so close Azzi could smell her shampoo.

“You’re right,” Paige murmured. “I have been staring.”

Azzi’s breath caught.

Paige’s voice dropped. “And you like it.”

Azzi didn’t answer.

Because Paige wasn’t wrong.

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Later that day, they were alone in the office, going over Aaron’s progress.

Paige was leaning over Azzi’s chair, pointing at something on the laptop, but Azzi wasn’t listening.

Not when Paige was this close. Not when Paige smelled this good. Not when Paige’s voice was low and teasing.

At some point, Paige stopped talking.

Azzi turned her head, and suddenly, they were inches apart.

Neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed.

Azzi’s pulse pounded.

Paige’s eyes flickered to her lips, just for a second.

Then she pulled back.

Too fast.

Azzi swallowed. “Paige—”

Paige cut her off. “We should go.”

Azzi exhaled, frustrated. “Right. Yeah. Of course.”

But as they walked out together, she knew it was only a matter of time.

Because whatever this was?

It was about to explode.

Azzi couldn’t deny it anymore. She had been trying to focus on her work, on her client, but everything kept coming back to Paige.

Every time she saw Paige’s easy smile, the way she leaned in when they talked, the way her eyes sparkled when she was excited about something, it made Azzi’s chest tighten in a way she couldn’t ignore. She wasn’t ready to admit to herself that this wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. It had been building for months, creeping in unnoticed.

But the next day, as they walked together to the gym after their session with the player, it was harder than ever to ignore.

Paige was walking beside her, close enough for Azzi to catch the faint scent of her perfume, a mix of lavender and something more, something that felt entirely like Paige. It made her heart race, and she kept her gaze straight ahead, trying not to let Paige see how much she was affecting her.

“So, how’s the day been?” Paige asked, glancing over at her with a playful glint in her eye. She was leaning into her usual teasing energy, but Azzi couldn’t shake the vulnerability that seemed to linger in the air between them.

“It’s been fine,” Azzi replied, her voice steady even though she felt anything but calm. “Busy, but good. You?”

“Same,” Paige said. There was a beat of silence before Paige added, “I’m really glad we’re doing this together again. I didn’t think I’d miss you this much.”

Azzi stopped walking for a second, her heart skipping in her chest. She turned to face Paige, not hiding the surprise in her expression. “You didn’t think you’d miss me?”

Paige’s eyes softened. “Well, maybe I didn’t realize how much I needed this. Having someone who understands me… who gets how I think. It’s been nice.”

Azzi’s breath caught, her thoughts swirling. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, Paige reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. It was a casual gesture, but there was something so intimate about it, something Azzi couldn’t ignore.

Paige’s hand lingered for a second longer than necessary, and Azzi felt the warmth of her touch sear through her. She swallowed hard, trying to regain some composure. “You’re always so… forward,” she said, her voice quieter than usual. “Don’t you ever hold back?”

Paige smirked, a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Not really. Why hold back when I know exactly what I want?” Her words were playful, but the intensity behind them made Azzi’s heart race. There was something heavy in the air between them. Something that wasn’t just about their work or their friendship.

Azzi couldn’t take it anymore. “And what is it you want, Paige?”

Paige stepped closer, her gaze steady on Azzi. “I want this..this connection we have. I want us to be… more.”

Azzi’s breath hitched, her thoughts a tangled mess. She didn’t know what to say. She had been trying so hard to pretend that her feelings weren’t there, that she was fine just being friends, but now it was impossible to deny. Her pulse quickened as she stood frozen in place, staring at Paige.

“More?” she whispered.

Paige nodded slowly, her expression softening. “Yeah. More. More than just this. More than what we’ve been pretending this is.”

Azzi felt her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe. The chemistry between them was undeniable, and she could feel the pull between them like a magnetic force, drawing them closer with each passing second.

“I—” Azzi started to say, but before she could finish her thought, Paige’s lips were on hers.

It wasn’t a kiss of desperation or heat, but something deeper, more tender. It was a kiss that held all the weight of their unspoken feelings, all the years of friendship and unacknowledged longing. Paige’s lips were soft against hers,, asking, inviting her to take the leap.

Azzi hesitated for only a second before she kissed back, her hand resting gently on Paige’s neck, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her touch. The world seemed to disappear as they stood there, caught in the moment. It was everything Azzi had been holding back, everything she hadn’t been able to say or express.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their foreheads leaning together in a moment of shared vulnerability.

Azzi smiled softly, her heart still racing. “I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

Paige’s lips curled into a grin. “Same.”

Azzi shook her head in disbelief, but there was a lightness in her chest now, a freedom she hadn’t realized she needed. “You really know how to mess with me, don’t you?”

Paige laughed, the sound light and warm. “Guess I’ve had a lot of practice. You’re just too cute when you try to act all composed.” She winked playfully.

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her smile was soft, filled with warmth. She stepped closer to Paige, her voice quieter now. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

The moment felt fragile, like a delicate thread that might break if they weren’t careful, but for once, Azzi didn’t feel afraid. She didn’t feel like she had to protect herself from what she was feeling. With Paige, everything felt right.

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The following days felt surreal for Azzi. It was as if the world around her had shifted just slightly, like an invisible weight had been lifted off her shoulders. After that kiss with Paige, things felt different, better, more open. Yet, Azzi was still trying to figure out what this meant, both for their personal lives and their professional dynamic.

They continued to work with the athlete, pushing through each day with a mix of intensity and subtle glances, the air thick with unspoken words. Paige was constantly teasing her, her playful energy never far from the surface. Every time Azzi caught herself staring at Paige, she quickly looked away, her face heating up with the kind of embarrassment she hadn’t felt in years.

But then Paige would catch her, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “You okay there, Fudd? Something on your mind?”

Azzi would force a smile, trying to maintain her professional composure. “Just making sure you’re not slacking off,” she’d joke, though it was clear the teasing was a cover-up for the unacknowledged tension between them.

They were in the gym one afternoon, the athlete pushing through some light drills. Paige was on the other side of the room, working with the player, while Azzi kept an eye on their progress. She couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly Paige moved, how confident she was. There was a strength to her that Azzi admired, but also something about her presence that made Azzi’s pulse quicken.

As Paige turned and caught her staring, she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “You’re doing it again, Azzi.”

Azzi’s heart skipped. “Doing what?” she asked, trying to keep her tone casual.

“Staring at me like you’re about to say something,” Paige said, her voice playful but laced with something else, something that hinted at deeper feelings.

Azzi cleared her throat, glancing away quickly, trying to regain her composure. “I was just making sure you didn’t break your own rules.” It was a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of in the moment.

Paige crossed the room, her footsteps light but confident. She leaned in slightly, her breath warm on Azzi’s cheek as she whispered, “You know, you really should just admit that you’re into me. It’d be a lot less confusing for both of us.”

Azzi froze. She hadn’t expected Paige to be so direct. The words hung in the air between them, too close for comfort, and yet Azzi found herself unable to move. There was something intoxicating about the way Paige looked at her, something that made it hard to keep her guard up.

“I—” Azzi started, but the words caught in her throat. Her heart was racing, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, but she couldn’t find a way to express what she was feeling. Instead, she took a step back, breaking the moment, trying to regain some control. “I’m just… not sure we should mix things up like that.”

Paige’s eyes softened, and for a moment, Azzi could see the vulnerability beneath her confident exterior. “I get it, Azzi,” Paige said, her tone quieter now. “We’ve been friends for a long time, and I don’t want to mess that up. But I also know what I want, and I’ve never been one to shy away from what I feel.”

Azzi let out a slow breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this,” she admitted, her voice soft.

“You don’t have to be ready right now,” Paige said, her voice gentle, reassuring. “I just want you to know that whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

The warmth in her words was undeniable, and for the first time, Azzi felt the weight of her own hesitation begin to lift. Maybe Paige was right, maybe this didn’t have to be as complicated as Azzi was making it. Maybe they could still have what they had, even if it meant something more.

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It was the night before their athlete’s championship game, and the atmosphere in the hotel was buzzing with excitement. Paige and Azzi were sitting at the bar, having a quiet drink together to unwind before the big day.

The room was filled with the hum of excited chatter, but all Azzi could focus on was Paige. She was sitting next to her, her leg brushing against Azzi’s every so often, sending electric jolts through her body. They hadn’t talked much about what had happened between them earlier in the week, but it was impossible to ignore the tension that still lingered between them.

“You okay?” Paige asked, her voice low, a smile playing at the corners of her lips as she studied Azzi.

Azzi took a deep breath, trying to shake off the nervous energy that had settled in her stomach. “Just thinking about the game tomorrow,” she said, though that wasn’t entirely true. There was something else on her mind, something that had nothing to do with the game.

Paige tilted her head, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s. “You know, I can’t help but notice how quiet you’ve been tonight.” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “what’s going on?”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the fact that her heart was racing. “It’s just… this whole situation. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Paige reached out, gently placing her hand over Azzi’s. The touch was simple, but it sent a shockwave through Azzi’s body. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now,” Paige said quietly. “We can just take things one step at a time.”

Azzi swallowed hard, her gaze dropping to their intertwined hands. She didn’t know what she was waiting for, but the closeness between them was undeniable.

Paige’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Azzi,” she said softly. “Look at me.”

Azzi did, meeting Paige’s gaze, and for a moment, everything else faded away. There was no pressure, no expectations, just the two of them, here, in this moment.

Paige’s thumb gently brushed over Azzi’s hand, and her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke again. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? Whatever this is between us… it’s worth exploring.”

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a sense of peace. Maybe Paige was right. Maybe they didn’t have to have everything figured out. Maybe they could just take the leap and see where it led.

And so, with a soft smile, Azzi finally allowed herself to give in. She leaned in just enough to let her lips brush against Paige’s, and for a brief moment, the world fell away.

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The locker room was alive with excitement. The team had just clinched the championship win, and Paige couldn’t stop smiling. The athlete they had been working with for months had finally broken through, pushing past all the mental and physical barriers that had held them back. It felt like a hard-earned victory for everyone, especially for the athlete, who had fought tooth and nail to get back on the court after a serious injury.

The after-party was buzzing with energy, everyone celebrating their success. Paige and Azzi were both basking in the afterglow of their hard work, watching their athlete bask in their well-deserved spotlight. Paige had her drink in hand, and Azzi, looking impossibly beautiful in a tight, deep brown dress, had already drawn the atttention of several admirers.

As the crowd shifted around them, Paige couldn’t help but focus on Azzi. She hadn’t been able to stop stealing glances all night. Azzi’s dress hugged her body in all the right places, and Paige could feel her heart rate spike every time her eyes lingered on her. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that Paige had never quite been able to ignore.

“You look incredible,” Paige said, stepping a little closer to Azzi, her voice a bit more unsteady than usual. She was trying to keep her cool, but the alcohol and the way Azzi looked in that dress was making it nearly impossible.

Azzi glanced up at her with a smile that was both playful and warm. “You’ve said that like five times tonight,” she teased, but there was something in her eyes, something soft, something more vulnerable, that Paige hadn’t seen before.

Paige leaned in, her voice low as she replied, “Well, it’s true. Every time I look at you, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time again.”

Azzi’s smile faltered just slightly, her eyes flicking between Paige’s lips and her eyes. “You’ve been staring at me all night. What’s going on P?” she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity.

Paige didn’t shy away. Instead, she stepped even closer, her chest brushing against Azzi’s. “Can’t help it,” she murmured, her hand lightly grazing over Azzi’s arm. “Every time I look at you, I can’t stop thinking about how damn beautiful you are. You make it hard to think about anything else.”

Azzi’s breath hitched at the compliment, her eyes widening for a second before she let out a quiet laugh. “You’re something else, you know that?” She took a small step back, as if she was trying to process the gravity of Paige’s words.

Paige couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched across her face. “What can I say? I speak the truth,” she said, her gaze intense but playful. She took another sip of her drink, feeling the alcohol ease the tightness in her chest. “Besides, you’ve always made it hard for me to think straight, Azzi.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the honesty in Paige’s voice. “Is that so?” she asked, her tone both teasing and serious. “You’ve always had a way of getting under my skin.”

Paige’s pulse quickened at the words. The tension between them was almost unbearable now, thick with unspoken feelings and long-buried emotions. She took a step forward again, the space between them practically nonexistent.

“Yeah, well,” Paige said, her voice suddenly much softer, “there’s something about you that makes it impossible for me to forget you. You’re always on my mind.”

Azzi bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “You’re not exactly helping me out here,” she said, her words coming out slightly slurred. “I’m trying to keep it cool, and you’re making it really hard.”

Paige, now fully aware of how touchy she was getting after a few drinks, couldn’t stop herself. She took a step forward, letting her hands rest gently on Azzi’s waist. “Maybe that’s the point,” Paige said, her eyes softening, the tension between them palpable.

Azzi’s breath hitched, but she quickly recovered with a laugh.

The party was still in full swing around them, but it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. Paige couldn’t tear her gaze away from Azzi, not when she was so close, not when the chemistry was so thick in the air.

Azzi let out a little laugh, her eyes catching Paige’s in a way that made her stomach flip. “You’re dangerous when you drink, you know that?”

Paige shrugged, looking at her with a teasing grin. “I’m just being honest,” she replied. “If you want me to be real with you, I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”

Azzi froze, her eyes wide, as she took in Paige’s words. “Are you serious?”

Paige was no longer sure where the alcohol ended and the honesty began. “More serious than I’ve ever been,” she said softly, her gaze intense as she watched Azzi’s reaction. “I want to kiss you, Azzi. Right here. Right now.”

Azzi blinked, clearly caught off guard. “God, Paige, you’re drunk,” she said, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something that told Paige Azzi wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

“Well,” Paige said with a grin, leaning in just slightly closer, “I’m not the only one who’s been sneaking glances all night, right?”

Azzi’s expression softened, and she let out a sigh. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it either,” she admitted, her voice quieter now.

The words hung in the air for a second, both of them processing what had just been said. Then Azzi, looking a little tipsy herself, surprised Paige by reaching up to touch her cheek, her hand warm and steady.

“You’ve always known how to make me blush,” Azzi said, her voice low, and Paige’s heart leaped in her chest. “I’m just… afraid we’ll mess it up. But damn, it feels like it’s already happening, doesn’t it?”

“Maybe that’s the best thing,” Paige said, her tone flirtatious but also gentle. “We’ve always been in sync. Maybe it’s time we let ourselves have something real.”

Azzi smiled, her eyes soft. “Maybe you’re right,” she said. “But you’re still dangerous when you’re drunk.”

“I’m dangerous all the time,” Paige winked.

Paige looked down at Azzi’s lips, the desire clear in her eyes. The words she had held back for so long seemed to surge to the surface. “You… You always make me second-guess myself,” Paige admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never knew what to do with what I felt for you. I still don’t.”

Azzi’s eyes softened, and she reached out, her hand gently resting on Paige’s arm. “I’ve always felt it too,” she said quietly, her voice full of emotion. “But I was afraid… afraid of what it would do to everything we’ve built, to what we were.”

Paige swallowed, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked into Azzi’s eyes. “I don’t care about that anymore,” she confessed, stepping even closer. “I don’t want to hold back anymore, Azzi. I just want to be around you.”

Azzi hesitated, her breath coming a little faster now. “Paige…” she started, but the words were cut off when Paige closed the space between them, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

It wasn’t like the first kiss. This time, it was deeper, more urgent, filled with everything they had both held inside for so long. Paige’s hand moved to Azzi’s waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against hers. Azzi melted into it, her fingers curling into Paige’s hair, tugging her closer. The kiss deepened, each of them exploring, savoring, like they were both finally giving in to everything they had been resisting. When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them breathing heavily.

Azzi smiled softly, her hands resting on Paige’s shoulders. Paige smiled back, her fingers brushing over Azzi’s cheek. “What are we waiting for?” she asked, her voice light but filled with desire

Azzi’s smile widened, and for the first time, she seemed completely at ease. “I think we should get out of here,” she murmured, her lips curling up at the corners. “Before we do something crazy.”

Paige chuckled, her hand finding Azzi’s as they began walking toward the exit. “You’re right.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, a playful gleam in her eyes. “You’re bold when you’ve had a little to drink,” she said with a laugh.

Paige shrugged with a grin. “Guess you’ll just have to get used to it,” she replied, her voice low with a hint of flirtation.

They walked out of the party, the cool night air hitting their faces, and they both knew that things were about to change. They didn’t need to say anything more. The unspoken connection between them was all they needed now.

As they reached the elevator, Paige glanced at Azzi, feeling a surge of affection. “I don’t know where this is going, but I’m glad it’s with you.”

Azzi smiled, her eyes soft and sincere. “Me too, Paige. Me too.”

The door to Paige’s hotel room clicked shut behind them, locking them in a space suddenly charged with anticipation.

Neither of them spoke at first, but the silence wasn’t empty, it was full. Full of all the words they weren’t saying, all the tension that had been building between them since the moment they reconnected.

Azzi stood near the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving Paige’s. “I’m gonna take a shower” her voice soft, playful.

Paige exhaled a laugh, running a hand through her hair. “I think i need one too.”

Azzi took a step closer, her hands finding the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. The tank top underneath did nothing to hide the toned muscle beneath her skin, and Paige felt her mouth go dry.

Azzi smirked at the reaction, tossing the shirt aside. “You gonna just stand there staring, or are we actually doing this?”

Paige rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re getting real cocky, you know that?”

Azzi grinned. “Only ‘cause I know you like it.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Paige didn’t hesitate any longer. She reached for Azzi’s wrist, tugging her toward the bathroom without another word.

The bathroom was warm, a subtle mist lingering from when Azzi had turned the shower on earlier. The sound of running water filled the space as they stepped inside, the small room amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

Paige turned to face Azzi, watching as she peeled off the rest of her clothes. Every inch of skin revealed made Paige’s breath hitch just a little more.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You gonna join me or what?”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head at how effortless Paige made this seem. She quickly stripped down, feeling the heat of Paige’s gaze as she did.

The moment they stepped under the water, it was over.

The first touch was tentative, Paige’s fingers brushing against Azzi’s skin, tracing droplets of water sliding down. Azzi inhaled sharply at the contact, her own hands coming up to rest against Paige’s waist.

“You’re so beautiful,” Paige murmured, voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

Azzi smiled, softer this time. “You too.”

Paige leaned in, pressing her forehead against Azzi’s for just a second before tilting her head, letting their lips meet in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was perfect.

Azzi’s hands tightened on Paige’s waist, pulling her closer. The warmth of their bodies pressed together sent a shiver up Paige’s spine.

“Damn,” Paige breathed against her lips. “Been waiting for this.”

Azzi smiled, tilting Paige’s chin up so she could kiss her again, deeper this time. The steam wrapped around them, making every touch slick and heated.

Paige’s hands moved, trailing down Azzi’s back, tracing every line of muscle, every dip of her skin. Azzi let out a soft gasp when Paige’s fingers pressed into her hips, nails digging just slightly.

“Paige,” Azzi whispered, breathless.

Paige groaned at the way her name sounded on Azzi’s lips, pressing their bodies impossibly closer. “Yeah, baby?”

Azzi let out a breathy laugh, leaning into Paige’s touch. “Just… don’t stop.”

Paige had no intention of stopping.

Paige’s strong hand reached out, tracing a slow, deliberate line along Azzi’s damp shoulder. The warmth of her touch sent shivers down Azzi’s spine, igniting every nerve. As water streamed down their intertwined forms, Azzi leaned in and captured Paige’s lips in a searing kiss, deep, unhurried, and filled with years of unspoken desire.

Their kiss deepened, each caress a tender exploration of every hidden longing. Azzi’s fingers danced along the curve of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer until the heat between them grew undeniable. In the steamy glow, they kissed again, more urgently this time, fingers interlacing as they sought to erase the distance that had always lingered between them.

Paige’s hands roamed over Azzi’s ass, feeling the curves of her body that had always captivated her. Every touch was a conversation, every gentle squeeze or lingering stroke spoke of a passion that had been waiting to be confessed. The rhythm of the falling water echoed their soft moans and shared laughter as they exchanged playful kisses along the collarbone, their lips soft yet insistent.

“Tell me you’re feeling this,” Azzi murmured against Paige’s lips as she traced light kisses down her jawline. The intimacy of the moment left them both trembling, their kisses becoming a silent affirmation of everything they’d longed for. Paige’s response was a series of delicate, searching kisses that traveled slowly, mapping the contours of Azzi’s face and expressing a vulnerability that was as powerful as it was beautiful.

In the warm shower, the boundaries between them dissolved completely. Their touches became bolder, their kisses more fervent, each one a promise of the connection they’d always shared. Azzi’s hand cradled Paige’s face as she pressed her lips against hers once more, the passion building with every lingering, heartfelt caress.

Under the steady cascade of water, every kiss, every touch, wove them closer together, washing away the hesitations of the past. In that exquisite, sensual moment, their souls communicated in the language of tender kisses and gentle caresses, each movement a declaration that nothing, not even time, could keep them apart.

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The soft light of the morning streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hotel room. The air between Paige and Azzi was thick with unspoken words, but there was also an undeniable shift in the atmosphere, a soft, almost comforting tension.

Paige woke up slowly, her head feeling slightly fuzzy from the drinks the night before, but it wasn’t the alcohol that made her heart race. It was the fact that Azzi was lying next to her, their bodies tangled in the sheets, the warm weight of Azzi’s arm resting across her waist.

For a few moments, Paige just stayed still, trying to process everything. The kiss. The touches. The confessions that had been hanging in the air for so long. She had never expected any of this to happen, yet here they were, in the quiet aftermath.

Azzi stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw Paige, a small, shy smile spread across her face, and for a second, Paige’s breath hitched in her throat. The woman she had secretly wanted for years was here, next to her, and it felt more real than anything she had ever imagined.

“Good morning,” Azzi said softly, her voice still a little groggy but warm and full of affection.

Paige smiled, her heart doing a little flip in her chest. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice a little hoarse. She moved closer, resting her head on Azzi’s chest, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, the softness of her skin.

There was a comfortable silence, just the two of them, wrapped in each other’s arms. Paige finally spoke, her words carefully chosen. “So… what now?”

Azzi chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Paige’s face. “I don’t know,” she said. “But I think we’ve got a lot of things to figure out.”

Paige looked up at her, her eyes serious. “I know we do. But… Azzi, I don’t want to pretend anymore. Not after last night. Not after everything.”

Azzi’s expression softened, her hand gently caressing Paige’s cheek. “I don’t want to pretend either,” she whispered. “We’ve both been pretending for too long, haven’t we?”

Paige nodded, her heart pounding. She could feel the weight of their history, the years of unsaid words, but now, here in the quiet of the morning, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

“We have all the time in the world,” Azzi said, her voice warm and reassuring. “Let’s figure it out. Together.”

The sincerity in Azzi’s voice made Paige’s chest tighten with emotion. She smiled, her heart swelling with happiness. “I can’t believe we’re here,” she whispered, almost to herself.

Azzi smiled back, her thumb tracing soft circles on Paige’s arm. “Neither can I,” she said. “But I’m glad we are.”

They stayed in that quiet, intimate moment, not needing to say anything more. Words weren’t always necessary when it felt this right.

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A few weeks had passed since that night in the hotel room, and things between Paige and Azzi had shifted in ways that felt almost surreal. They were no longer just two people reconnecting, they were building something new, something real. Something that felt like it had been waiting for them all along.

The gym had become a regular meeting place for them, but it wasn’t just about the athlete they were helping anymore. It wasn’t just about recovery or progress. Now, it was about them, about what they were becoming.

Paige and Azzi had slipped into a new routine, one where they were constantly teasing each other, exchanging glances full of meaning, and laughing at all the inside jokes that only they understood. Their playful flirtation had turned into something deeper, something that neither of them wanted to rush, but neither could deny.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, they found themselves alone in the locker room, the rest of the team having already left.

Azzi was sitting on a bench, stretching out her muscles, when Paige came over to her, a mischievous grin on her face.

“What?” Azzi asked, looking up at her, her expression a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Paige leaned against the wall, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You look good in that tank top. But I bet you’d look even better without it.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “You never stop, do you?”

Paige smiled, moving closer. “Why would I? I’ve got to keep you on your toes.”

Azzi tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You think I’m not already?”

Paige paused, then gently reached for Azzi’s hand, pulling her up from the bench. “You know,” she said softly, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.

Azzi’s breath caught in her throat as she looked into Paige’s eyes, seeing the depth of emotion there, the vulnerability she had never seen before. “What do you mean?”

Paige took a step closer, her hand resting against Azzi’s arm. “I mean that I’m all in. No more pretending. I want this. I want you.”

Azzi’s heart skipped a beat. She had known how she felt for so long, but hearing Paige say it out loud made everything feel more real than ever. She smiled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, too.”

The space between them seemed to disappear in that moment, and before either of them could second-guess it, their lips met in a kiss that was soft and slow, full of all the unspoken things they had been carrying for so long. The kiss was a promise, a promise to no longer hide, to no longer be afraid of what they wanted.

As they pulled away, Paige smiled, her forehead resting against Azzi’s. “I’m glad we’re finally here.”

Azzi’s smile mirrored hers. “Me too. We’ve got a lot ahead of us, but I think we’re ready.”

And for the first time in a long while, Paige felt at peace. The future was uncertain, but with Azzi by her side, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.

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It had been a couple of weeks since they had finally admitted to each other how they felt, and things had only gotten better between Paige and Azzi. Their playful banter, shared smiles, and stolen glances had turned into something deeper, something that was now moving toward the kind of relationship that Paige had always dreamed about but never quite knew how to find.

One evening, Paige decided it was time to take the plunge. She had been thinking about it all week, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was nervous. Sure, she had always been confident, but when it came to Azzi, it was different. The weight of her feelings was heavier now, and she wanted to make this moment special.

Paige found herself pacing around her apartment, running her fingers through her hair and muttering to herself. “You got this,” she muttered, glancing at her phone. It was already 6 p.m., and she still hadn’t called Azzi. She wasn’t sure if she was going to be too forward, but she finally dialed Azzi’s number, trying to keep the nerves from showing.

The phone rang a few times before Azzi answered, her voice soft and sweet. “Hey, what’s up baby?”

Paige grinned, suddenly feeling a little more at ease. “Hey beautiful, so, I’ve been thinking,” she began, biting her lip. “I know we’ve been hanging out a lot, but I want to do something different tonight. I was wondering if you’d be up for, well you know, going on a real date with me?”

Azzi was quiet for a moment, and Paige could hear the smile in her voice when she finally spoke. “A real date, huh? That sounds nice.”

Paige’s grin widened. “Yeah. Dinner, maybe. Something low key. We could do whatever you want, though. It’s just… I want to spend more time with you.”

Azzi laughed softly. “I think I can manage that.” There was a brief pause before Azzi added, “When do you want to do this?”

Paige’s grin widened. “How about in an hour? I’ll come pick you up?”

“I’ll be ready,” Azzi replied with a slight chuckle.

A little over an hour later, Paige arrived at Azzi’s apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had chosen a casual outfit, a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, some silver jewelry and a pair of jeans, something she knew would make her feel confident, yet still look effortless. She rang the doorbell, her palms sweaty from the anticipation.

Azzi opened the door, and Paige’s breath caught in her throat. Azzi was wearing a simple, yet stunning, black dress that hugged her figure just right. Her soft curly hair, falling over her shoulders, and her smile was enough to make Paige’s heart skip a beat.

“Wow,” Paige said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You look… amazing.”

Azzi’s cheeks flushed a soft pink as she adjusted the strap on her dress. “You look really good P” she said, reaching for her purse. “I didn’t think you’d actually go all out for this date.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “You think I don’t know how to impress a girl?” She winked playfully, and Azzi rolled her eyes, clearly trying to hide her smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” Azzi said, but she was laughing. “Let’s just get going before you talk me into something I’ll regret.”

Paige chuckled, offering Azzi her arm like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I promise, no regrets.”

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The night was filled with laughter and conversation, and it felt so effortlessly easy to be with Azzi. They went to a cozy restaurant that Paige knew Azzi would love. It was quiet, intimate, with soft lighting and an incredible menu.

As they sat down, the chemistry between them was undeniable, but this time it wasn’t just about playful teasing, it was about getting to know each other in a deeper way.

“So,” Paige began, taking a sip of her wine, “tell me something about your time at UConn that I don’t know. Something I don’t even know about you.”

Azzi leaned back in her chair, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “Hmm. Well, I don’t know if you remember this, but when i was freshman, I used to sneak into the gym in the middle of the night just to practice my shots. Everyone was always so busy with their own schedules, but I hated being behind. So I’d go by myself, thinking no one would catch me.” She smiled at the memory. “You were one of the only ones who ever caught me.”

Paige laughed softly, shaking her head. “Of course I caught you. You were always sneaking around, trying to get better. I remember that night so clearly. You were drenched in sweat, trying to make that one shot. I should’ve known then that you were a little bit of a perfectionist.”

Azzi chuckled. “I was such a perfectionist back then. Still am sometimes.” She met Paige’s gaze, her smile softening. “I think I just wanted to prove myself.”

Paige’s expression softened as well, and she nodded. “I get it. You’ve always had this drive. It’s one of the things I admire about you.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow playfully. “Really? You admire my stubbornness?”

Paige smirked. “I admire your dedication. You’re always pushing yourself, even when it’s not easy.”

Azzi grinned. “Well, I’m glad someone noticed.”

Paige leaned back in her seat, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. “What about you? What’s something about me you’ve never told me?” she asked, her voice quiet and teasing.

Azzi thought for a moment, then leaned in slightly. “Honestly, I always knew you were going to be amazing. You were always so calm and collected. I think you were one of the only people I knew at UConn who didn’t let the pressure get to you. And I could tell you cared so much about everyone, even when you didn’t say much. You’re always the one who listens, always the one who makes sure everyone’s okay.”

Paige blushed slightly at the compliment, ducking her head. “I… I never really knew what to say in those moments. But I always tried to be there for my teammates, for you.”

Azzi’s heart warmed at the sincerity in Paige’s eyes. “You were always there, Paige. Always.”

Paige smiled, meeting Azzi’s gaze again. “I’m glad. And… I’m glad we’re here now.”

The words hung in the air between them, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down. They weren’t at UConn anymore. They weren’t players and trainers, they were just two people, sitting across from each other, sharing a quiet moment that felt like it was meant to be.

“Me too,” Paige whispered, her voice softer than before. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

Azzi smiled, and for the rest of the evening, they talked more about their past, their memories at UConn, and everything that had led them to this moment. It was a night full of laughter, warmth, and a connection that was undeniable.

And as they walked out of the restaurant, side by side, Paige knew that this was only the beginning. There were so many more moments ahead of them, and she couldn’t wait to see where it all went.

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 14- FINALE!)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 - Final

Part 14:

A few weeks had passed by the time you were fully recovered. In those weeks, the hotel was busy and bustling in preparation for the wedding.

To make sure you recovered properly, Charlie insisted that she and Vaggie be in charge of wedding planning during this time. You didn't have any objections to it, your only requirements were that it was kept low-key (meaning a small wedding with only those closest to you guys) and that it was to be a simple and short ceremony with Charlie as the officiant.

While the rest of the gang were busy going about their normal lives and helping out with some preparation here and there, Alastor had your belongings moved to his room and took care of your injuries and saw to your recovery personally.

It broke his heart to see how badly you had been injured prior to your arrival at the hotel. He also felt extremely guilty about how roughly he had treated you, accidentally making some of your injuries worse temporarily. To heal his heart and mind, he had to heal your body first.

The two of you spent so much time together, hardly ever spent a moment apart- you two had a lot of lost time to make up for after all. Often as Alastor tended to your injuries, changed your bandages, and even helped bathe you to ensure you wouldn't slip or fall as you got in and out of the tub- you two exchanged stories of all kinds. Stories from when you were both alive, your pasts when alive, and so much that had happened in the decades in Hell that had passed when the two of you were separated.

As the date of the ceremony approached, after you had mostly recovered, matters required you to leave the hotel more often.

For example, when it came to dress shopping, Alastor was very insistent that he had to come with- he was still very paranoid that if you were separated from his side that you would come to harm. Though with enough pestering- Charlie was finally able to convince him to stay at the hotel so that the wedding dress shopping party only consisted of you, Charlie, and Angel.

Shopping with the two of them was a fun memory you'll never forget, with lots of laughter because of the hilarious contrast between Charlie's wholesome comments/tearing up and Angel's teasing/cat-calling (in a loving way- of course). Though when you finally tried on the dress, even Angel had no witty comebacks to respond with, both him and Charlie were left speechless.

Angel and Charlie weren't the only ones speechless - when those who were invited to the wedding showed up the hotel, they all had their mouths gaping open at the amazing decor. They few guests assumed that the invitation they received in the mail was a prank!

(Charlie may have needed to ask some favors from Lucifer for the decorations- though he couldn't hide his disgust as to who his daughter was asking him to do this for... His distaste for Alastor was always apparent. But who are we kidding- Lucifer can't resist Charlie's puppy-dog begging eyes no matter what.)

Jovial jazz music filled the air as Alastor walked out into the main lobby, "Why hello! It is so good to see you, Rosie! ... Mimzy."

"Oh Alastor! How come ya never introduced me to ya darlin' (y/n) before!" Rosie flashed her signature smile and sauntered over to give Alastor a tight hug.

"Yeah! Geeze, Alastor, after all we've been through, you never thought to bring her over to my joint or ya know, let me know she was even down here! I've missed the gal too, ya know!" Mimzy stomped on over to Alastor, hands on her hips as she glared at him.

"Hmmmm. Ah yes, Mimzy. How could I ever forget to bring her over to your... "sophisticated"... bar where she "definitely wouldn't" be in danger?" Static noises started to interrupt the music that had started playing earlier. Alastor would be lying if he said he was happy to see Mimzy. He knew she was important to you, but part of him can't help but blame her for your early death. Not only that, but she always had a habit of bringing trouble wherever she went, forcing him to clean up her messes. He didn't trust her to keep you out of danger.

"Well! If I do say so myself, I am parched! Where can a lady quench her thirst in this joint?" Rosie piped up to break up the tension as she walked around the room and examined the decor some more. "Alastor, I really love what ya guys did to this place- stunning work, really!"

"Oh my gosh, hi, Rosie! Nice to meet you again, Mimzy! It's been so long!" Charlie seemingly burst out of nowhere and shook both Rosie and Mimzy's hands. For once Alastor was thankful for the princess's ability to not read the room.

"This way, this way! The ceremony will be held in one of the ballrooms, follow me!"

After being relieved of Rosie and Mimzy's presence, Alastor disappeared into the shadows to retreat into this radio tower where he would remain until it was time.

With Rosie and Mimzy's arrival, the last of the guests had arrived. Yup, it was a very small group- just as you had requested (much to Alastor's relief. He could easily handle people, but you knew large groups of people irritated him much more than he would let on).

Meanwhile, Angel was helping you get ready. He knew his way around makeup and beauty the best out of anyone in the hotel after all.

You sat on a stool as Angel fussed over all the little details of your hair and makeup. As he did so with remarkable speed (due to his many arms), you found yourself smiling.

Not only was it the day that you would finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor, but you found yourself smiling as you reminisced on the journey that led up to this moment- how you've come to truly cherish your newfound friendships with everyone at the hotel.

Angel, who became a very close friend to you after you two had many heart-to-hearts and shared a fondness for cracking jokes, something you discovered over many nights at the bar together. Often after you two were done at the bar, you'd have beauty/spa nights which often led to more gossip sessions- something you were never able to indulge in when you were alive. Occasionally even Cherri joined in on the gossip sessions- practically bursting the door down if she ever felt like stopping by unannounced.

Husk, was someone you could always trust him to give his honest and objective opinion on anything you asked- which you found to be invaluable whenever you showed him any of your art. Though he often didn't understand the abstract complexities you drew, it was always a great source of entertainment for you- his confusion apparent as he tried to interpret it seriously before giving up with a "Fuck it, I don't know anything about this bougie shit!" - always causing you to erupt in laughter every time without fail.

Charlie, of course, was always your ray of sunshine and was someone you very much respected. She saved your life without knowing who you were, regardless of the potential danger. You feel as if you'd never be able to repay her kindness, so you offer to stay at the hotel even after you recover and help work however you can after the wedding.

Vaggie, you felt a kindred spirit in and also respected a great deal. Someone with such an intense sense of justice and duty was truly a sight to see, you could always see it in her eyes. She was often busy, so you hadn't been able to spend as much time with her as you would have liked to so far, the few times you were able to sit down with her were always a pleasure. Whenever she needed love/relationship advice, she came to you. Funnily enough, Charlie did too, so you were flattered that the two girls liked and trusted you so much.

Even Nifty, who always made sure to dust you or pluck some random out-of-place hair whenever she saw you, stopped calling you stinky! You wondered if it was because you spent most of your time around Alastor...?

"Alright! Hehe, you look absolutely stunning if I do say so myself, doll face!" Angel stood back from you to admire his work with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

He spun you around to face the mirror that your back was previously facing, "Hey, whaddya think? One of my best works yet!"

You chuckle and lean in closer to the mirror, "Wow... Angel! Gosh... you never cease to amaze me!"

You then stand up and give Angel a hug, "Thank you... Angel... this means a lot to me..." Angel pulls back from the hug and nudges you in the shoulder, "Hey now toots, no crying on me now! We just finished your makeup, don't go ruining it now!"

"I know! I know! Haha!" You laugh and smack him back playfully.

"Ah shit, it's almost time, we gotta get a move on, come on!" Angel quickly grabs your bouquet with one hand and takes your hand wit another and leads you down what feels like a maze of corridors. He lets go of your hand when the two of you reach a set of double doors that indicates it's one of the ballrooms and not just a regular room.

Upon hearing your arrival, you see Charlie's head peek out of the door. After seeing you standing there, she quickly sneaks of the ballroom. "FIrst of all- oh my gosh (y/n)! You look BEAUTIFUL! But it's time for your entrance, lets go!" Charlie offers her arm out to you. You link your arm through her's, then you look over at Angel who hands you your bouquet, "You got this ,(y/n)." He said with a wink before slipping into the ballroom.

You took a deep breath and looked at Charlie who gave you a heartwarming nod as she took a step closer to the door, hand grasping the handle. "Ready, (y/n)?"

"I've been ready for decades."

Upon entering the small ballroom, soft jazz music filled the air and you gasped as you took a look around the stunningly decorated space. Charlie was very insistent that this be a surprise and by god, you were speechless- you never could have dreamed of a more beautiful space to finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor. You were starting to get misty-eyed already!

The very same Alastor who was now all dressed up in a new formal outfit and stood at the other end of the ballroom with his hand outstretched towards you. It took all the self-control you had to keep you from running into his arms right then and there.

Walking to the front, you pass by the small group of friends both you and Alastor had invited to this exclusive occasion. You could see Rosie clutching her hands to her chest in awe, Mimzy was trying to fight back tears as she kept dabbing her eyes (ruining her makeup in the process), and the rest of the hotel members. Angel was clinging onto Husk for dear life as you heard a quiet whisper from the spider that was accompanied by a dramatic sniffle, "Oh god I never knew I was capable of feeling so sappy."

You chuckled at the sight of Nifty, who volunteered to be your "flower girl". She was scurrying all around, scattering petals but then immediately picking them back up again like it was the best game ever!

"Oh, be still my dead-yet-beating heart" You thought to yourself as you finally reached the front of the ballroom and were able to place your hands in Alastor's. You'd never seen Alastor this dressed up before. You always thought he was attractive but oh my god, was this a whole new playfield that you didn't even know was possible!

Charlie then went to stand next to Vaggie, who were both your officiants for the wedding. A bit untraditional, sure, but this was Hell- everything's a bit unconventional here.

The music fades to a quiet level before Charlie pipes up, starting the ceremony, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate this momentous occasion with us today! Today we are here to commemorate the marriage between (y/n) and Alastor!"

"In a shocking twist of events, the last few weeks have proven us wrong that yes, even the Radio Demon, is still capable of love." This remark from Vaggie earns a few chuckles from those sitting in the guest seats, earning a glare from Alastor as he tightened his grip on your hands. You rub your thumbs over his hands in reassurance, causing his grip to relax again. You smile at Charlie and Vaggie, nodding as you signal them to continue.

Charlie cleared her throat before she continued, "Ahem! Yes! But with that, we also gained an amazing new friend here - (y/n)! And I just want to say (y/n) that I am SO proud of you, you've done nothing but bring lots of joy and laughter into this hotel. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we love you and appreciate you (y/n)! Alastor is a very lucky man and we are honored to be a part of your journey!" You could hear some applause and a holler that likely came from Angel- because you heard a scoff from Husk that followed immediately after.

"That's right, Charlie! Because we respect you both so much, we'll not delay you two love-birds from finally exchanging your vows any longer." Vaggie said as she dragged Charlie away to take a seat in the audience.

You take a deep breath and look into Alastor's eyes, your heart racing a mile a minute.

"I honestly thought I would know what to say by now! I've been dreaming of this day for decades!" You nervously laugh out loud before continuing, "All I can think about now is how thankful I am to have met you when we were alive. You gave me a spark of light and hope in the darkness that I never thought was possible in my life. Meeting you gave me the courage to break free from the cage that kept me trapped like a poor little bird who couldn't fly free. You showed me what true love should be like- even if it meant eating a few people along the way... haha. But you treasured me, you gave my life meaning again and I'll always love you. I'll always be your's, Alastor."

You look down at the floor, embarrassed that you spilled your heart out in front of so many people. Now it was Alastor's turn to reassure you with a gentle squeeze of the hands.

"My dearest (y/n), now, I am not usually one to be so 'sappy'- especially in the company of others, however, I think I can make an exception for you this one time."

Alastor took one hand, the other still holding your other hand, and gently lifted your chin back up so that your gaze would be back on him. To say that this made your heart skip a few beats would be an understatement!

"It may still shock you all, but yes, (y/n) is indeed my beloved that was taken from me all too soon back when we were alive. When I buried her body and held her in my arms for what I thought was the last time- I said these words that still ring true to this very day and will continue to do so forever more-, ' In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, (y/n)' " You feel the tears start to well up even more, threatening to burst forth at any second, all while not breaking eye contact with him as he continues on.

"I truly relish in this opportunity to finally make you mine, as I had wished to do so for what feels like an eternity. Much like you had described dear, your surprise appearance in my day-to-day life truly shook my world. Why, upon meeting you for the very first time, hearing your voice felt like it was akin to listening to most beautiful music I had ever heard- truly! As a radio host, I was very familiar with many musicians, but no instrument or vocalist ever held a candle to you my dear. No ever has and no one ever will, and I will be sure to protect you at all costs this time, ma chérie ..."

As he trailed off, your face immediately flushed red all over at Alastor's vows. But before you had time to process what was happening, Alastor manifested a new pair of rings and slid one onto your left hand, replacing the previous one. Then with a snap of the fingers, the other matching ring appeared on his left hand.

Somehow the rings were even more beautiful than the one you had before. Upon seeing the sight of both your and Alastor's hands finally wearing matching rings, you burst out into tears, overcome with emotion.

Alastor chuckles before pulling you in for a kiss- shocking everyone in the room, everyone making a collective gasp. Even your own eyes were wide open in shock, before you then relaxed into the kiss in Alastor's embrace.

It wasn't before long that the room was filled with cheers, hoots, hollers, and clapping.

Pulling away from the kiss, Alastor leaned his forehead against your's- just a brief sigh of contentment escaping his lips as he stared lovingly into your eyes. You sniffle as you return the smile, chuckling at the sensation of your cheeks feeling sore from smiling so much and so intensely.

"I truly adore you with all my heart and soul, dearest. Thank you, for being the one to complete me."

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[starrydali]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚✧˖*°࿐Leo Valdez can’t stop thinking about you. Whether he's fixing things or working on the Argo II, your name always ends up somewhere—etched into blueprints, carved into walls, scribbled under tables. It started as a small habit, but now it’s like he can’t help himself. He doesn’t even realize what he's doing anymore. Meanwhile, you’re shy and flustered every time you spot it, trying not to let him know how much it makes your heart flutter. His little secret is everywhere, and you can’t help but find it sweet. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

part 1

You’re wandering the Argo II, minding your own business, when you spot it—your name, etched faintly into the edge of a railing.

“Is that...?” You squint, running your fingers over the carving.

“Y/n.”

You shake your head, figuring it’s just a one-off thing, but then you find it again. On the control panel in the engine room. On the edge of the table in the dining area. Even on the side of a wrench lying in the workshop.

“Leo,” you mutter under your breath, your cheeks heating up.

Before you can second-guess yourself, you march off to find him. You don’t have to look far—he’s sprawled on a chair near the workshop, tinkering with a small gadget.

“Leo!”

He looks up, already grinning like he knows exactly what you’re about to say. “Hey, sunshine. What’s up?”

You hold up the wrench, pointing to your name. “Why is my name on this?”

Leo doesn’t even flinch. “Oh, that? Yeah, I do that sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” You’re trying not to sound flustered, but your voice comes out way higher than you intended. “Leo, my name is everywhere. I just found it carved into the ship’s railing!”

He leans back, folding his arms behind his head with a cocky smile. “What can I say? You’re always on my mind.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire. “That’s... That’s ridiculous! You can’t just—”

“Oh, but I can,” he interrupts smoothly, standing up and taking the wrench from your hand. “See, when I’m building something, I gotta put a little of you into it. Makes it better.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!” you protest, but your voice wavers because, honestly, what are you even supposed to say to that?

Leo steps closer, his grin widening. “Admit it. You think it’s sweet. Maybe even a little romantic?”

You stammer, trying to think of a comeback, but nothing comes out.

He smirks and tilts his head. “Tell you what—give me a kiss, and I might consider toning it down.”

Your brain short-circuits. “W-what?! Leo!”

He laughs, absolutely delighted at your reaction. “Relax, sunshine. I’m kidding. Mostly.”

You cross your arms, avoiding his gaze. “You’re impossible.”

Leo shrugs, still smirking. “And yet, you’re still here, holding my wrench like it’s a love letter.”

You groan, shoving the wrench at him. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He winks, twirling the wrench like it’s a trophy. “Nah, I’m just full of you, sunshine. You’re in my head, my heart, and apparently, all over the ship.”

You spin on your heel to leave, your face burning, but you catch his voice as you go.

“Don’t worry, Y/n!” he calls after you. “I’ll save you a spot on my next invention. Maybe I’ll carve ‘Leo + Y/n’ in a heart this time!”

You don’t turn around, but you can’t stop the small, flustered smile spreading across your face.

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

───୨ৎ praise that old man, girl!

a/n: i adore Stanley Pines and apparently im not alone because the amount of asks i got for nsfw with this man?? who am i to deny the people what they want?? also one anon asked for public sex with Stanley sooo here you go angel!

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal and oral sex (f receiving), age gap, dirty talk, older man/younger woman, degradation + praise, size kink, dumbification, public sex, rough sex, breeding kink

You hadn’t exactly walked into the Mystery Shack with dreams of employment. Stan had hired you on the spot, half-serious when he said he couldn’t afford to be picky. “you got a pulse? can count to ten? good, you’re in,” while shoving a broom into your hands.

You’d been working here for a while now and Stanley Pines had somehow, against all reason, taken a liking to you. You weren’t like the other employees, you were sarcastic and always ready with a quick comeback. It didn’t take long for Stan to notice and he loved the fact that you didn’t take his shit. He loved how you could dish it out just as good as he could.

You genuinely liked your work. The old place had its charm and Stan, despite his grumpy act, was actually funny in his own way.

You were sharp, quick with the same kind of deadpan humor Stan wielded like a weapon. when tourists asked the weirdest and dumbest questions as “how does this yeti paw feel so real?”, you’d shrug and go, “oh, Mr. Pines wrestled the guy for it last spring! you should’ve seen him in the ring.”

And somehow, your nonsense never grated on him.

He’d grumble about you “driving him crazy,” but the truth was, he admired how you handled people, how you could spin up a lie on the spot and sell it with a sly smirk. Even when you worked him up, you had a knack for knowing how to make him laugh before he could stay mad.

Like the time you’d swapped the “do not touch” signs in the gift shop with ones reading “please steal this.” When Stan stormed out of his office, you barely flinched. “don’t blame me. Soos did it,” you’d said again and he’d folded his arms, sighing.

“Kid, you’re gonna give me an ulcer.”

“Then you’ll get to take a vacation, Mr. Pines.”

You had a way of making him feel younger, somehow. Not just the old man with a bad back and a million regrets. Around you, he felt like the guy who still had a chance to make someone smile. And god, he loved that.

Because, god, you talk back, crack jokes, get in his face with that stupid grin of yours. And he knows you know how to get under his skin. It’s annoying and hilarious at the same time.

You’re a disaster of a worker. He’ll admit that to anyone, but for some reason, Stan forgives you. every time. “who did this? who messed up the brochures?” and you always say the same thing “Soos.”

And fuck, he adores it, the way you lie so easily and confidently. He's not mad, but charmed by it. And maybe a little turned on too, but he’ll never admit that out loud.

“You know, i should fire you, right?”

“Yeah, but you won’t, cause i’m too cute, Mr. Pines.”

Stan had wanted to stay mad, but how could he? Every time you messed up, he found a way to let it slide, not because you were good at covering your tracks, but because you always knew just what to say, how to make him forget the shit you’d done. You made it all worth it.

The pick-up lines started a few weeks in. At first, they were awful, so bad that you’d nearly die of secondhand embarrassment. “you must be tired, ‘cause you’ve been running through my mind all day, doll,” he'd say with a lazy wink. and, of course, you’d always have something ready: “you should probably take a nap then, Mr. Mystery, you’re getting old.”

The first time Stanley tried to flirt with you, he didn’t know how it’d feel. He was always smooth, always had a line ready, but it always went wrong with you. “you know, i must be a snowflake ‘cause i’m falling for you.” but before he could even get the whole line out, you shot back, “snowflakes melt. Is that really how you want to end up?”

He’d blink, caught off guard, then chuckle. “smartass.”

But Stan, the bastard, he loved that about you.

He loved how you never pretended to be anything you weren’t. No frilly nonsense or sugar-coating, just honest humor that reminded him of his own shitty jokes. You didn’t back down, never tiptoed around him, and he couldn’t even be mad when you lied about the mess-ups.

His flirts were always the same, predictable, corny, but somehow, Stan delivered them with the precision of a seasoned performer. He would laugh at your attempts to flirt back what made you want to punch him and kiss him all at once. “you’re cute when you’re trying to be a romantic,” you say as you lean against the counter with a teasing grin. “but i’m still gonna need a drink to believe you.”

Stanley grew bolder though. “if I were a few years younger. . .”

“You’d still be a pervert?”

“Nah, just a smooth talker, toots,” he’d grin, trailing his fingers over a stack of papers as you walked past, brown eyes never leaving you

The more you two exchanged these ridiculous lines, the more the tension built. The fake flirting, the dumb compliments, it was a game to both of you and neither of you could stop playing.

The shack is empty, just for now. It's an early morning in Gravity Falls, the aroma of coffee that Stan insisted on brewing too strong fills the air. He was at the counter, organising some brochures for the tours, his usual tourist-trap grin nowhere to be found yet.

Tourists haven’t arrived yet.

You were running a little late today, again. Not that Stanley really cared, but he always pretended to. The man was predictable like that. By now, you’d learned that his bark was worse than his bite, though sometimes, you didn’t mind the idea of getting a little bitten.

You walk into the Shack with coffee in one hand and bag slung over your shoulder, the creak of the floorboards greeting you. Stan was leaning against the counter when you came, scribbling something on his clipboard, his back turned to you. And that’s when you saw it.

He wasn’t wearing his girdle and it was impossible not to notice the soft swell of his stomach beneath his shirt.

Fuck. You swallow hard, trying to act normal, but there’s no stopping the heat pooling low in your belly. Mr. Pines, all thick and broad, strong arms, messy morning hair, his belly curving under his chest, that's just too much

And while anyone else might have held back, might’ve thought better of sneaking up on their boss, you didn’t hesitate. The moment you saw him, your lips curled into a smirk.

He hasn’t noticed you yet.

Stepping closer, your let your hands slide over his clothes until your palms rested against the warm curve of his belly. He jumps immediately, his hand jerking across the paper, leaving a thick, jagged line of ink.

“What the— hey! what’re you doin’, kid?!”

“Just admiring my boss?” you grin wider, leaning into him.

Another grumpy “pfft. yeah, right.” comes your way when Stan moves to brush your hands away, but you just dig your fingers in harder, letting your breasts press against his back.

“You’ve been hiding this from me all this time? What a shame.”

His face burns instantly, bright red flushing up his neck. “dammit, don’t go grabbin’ me like that! i’m too old for—”

“Oh, come on,” you cut him off, crowding him against the counter. “you’re not too anything. in fact,” your fingers dip just slightly below his beltline, teasing. “i think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“Perfect? hah, are you outta your damn mind? Look at me! I’m no spring chicken, alright? i’ve got—”

“Got what, Mr. Pines?” you interrupt. “nice body?” your nails scrape lightly against your boss, earning a shaky exhale from him. “i like it. a lot.”

“Cut it out, kid, this ain’t the kinda body women go crazy for. You’re wastin’ your time”

You frown. “says who?”

He huffs in embarrassment. “C’mon, you've seen it. I'm too old and- and uh, rough around the edges?”

“Damn, exactly what i like,” his whole body stiffens under your touch. “big strong hands, broad chest and this belly, i want all of it, Mr. Pines.”

“You got a filthy mouth, y’know.”

“Oh, i had a good teacher.” you giggle, feeling him already getting hard. “you ever been touched like this, Mr. Pines?”

Stan exhales hard, irritated and flustered. “‘course I have, don’t talk like I’m some goddamn virgin.”

“Thats not what i meant.” your nails scrape, dragging slow over his belly, over the dips and curves.

He tries to change the tactics then. “listen, sweetie, i’m too old for this shit, alright? you- you deserve some young, pretty guy who—“

“Who what? who doesn’t look half as good as you? who can’t make me laugh the way you do? who doesn’t make me want to do this? i like it thick, broad, strong. You could just throw me around and have your way with me, Mr. Pines.”

Stanley fucking stops breathing. Hes hesitating because he doesn’t want to admit he’s just as fucking hungry for this as you are.

He runs a hand over his face, trying and failing to keep his composure. “You- you’re crazy, y’know that?” but you always knew how to get under his skin.

“Admit it, you’d miss me if i wasn’t here to keep you on your toes.” your fingertips graze his bulge once more and that's it. Stan’s breath stutters in his throat.

“Hot belgian waffles, you better be serious, sweetheart.” he’s already turning, crowding you against the counter, gripping your waist, your hips, your ass.

“Why wouldn’t i be?” you gasp after you say the last word when he palms your tits, kneads them roughly.

“You wanna be fucked like that? like a real man oughta do it?” he leans closer to your face. You nod too eagerly and Stan doesn’t waste a second “we better make this quick,” while his fingers already yanking at your clothes, dragging you onto the counter, pressing his mouth to yours.

Quick. Ha.

Stan kisses like he’s trying to eat you alive, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You moan, grinding against him, feeling the hard length of his cock pressing into your stomach

You should have known better. Should’ve known better than to touch him like that, to let your fingers linger on the soft curve of his belly as he stood there, all unbuttoned and exposed. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. Because the moment your hands landed there, the pull was too strong, and you knew that if you didn’t take it now, you’d burn up inside.

“You sure you want this, baby? ‘cause once i start, i’m not stoppin.” you nod, gasping for breath, and that’s all he needs. “good, i’ve been holding back long enough.” he gropes you, touches you everywhere, his hands roaming over your back, squeezing your ass.

“Fuck, these are perfect,” your bra is barely on you before he’s palming your tits, squeezing rough, thumbing your nipples, watching them peak.

He licks his lips, then leans down and latches on. Wet, sucking, pulling noises fill the Shack. You arch, whimper, push into his mouth and he groans. “needy little thing, ain’t ya?” he switches breasts, drags his tongue over the swell, teeth scraping before sucking your nipple into his mouth, rolling it, flicking it.

Stanley Pines, despite his gruff exterior, is a sweaty mess in front of you. A man that had given up, probably, on ever being seen as sexy. That’s what made it so deliciously easy to shatter him. To break that cold shell. Because he didn’t see it, did he? He didn’t see how much his body, his age, even his wrinkles, didn’t matter to you. You just want him to feel it. You want him to feel desired, so badly.

“Fucking hell, yer driving me insane, toots.”

You laugh breathlessly. “don’t be so dramatic, old man. You’re tougher than you look.”

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one,” he growls as he pushes you back against the counter, gripping your thighs.

His mouth is on you again, kissing down your neck, biting, his tongue leaving hot scorching wet trails that fill your stomach with butterflies. You grind against him, feeling the press of his cock through his pants.

“You want this, huh? want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk in?”

“Yes, i need you, Mr. Pines.” your hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Stanley presses his thick fingers against your underwear, circling your throbbing clit through your panties, drawing soft sounds from your lips.

“Already so wet. Hell, you’re gonna take me so good, aren’t ya? this tight little pussy’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good around my cock.”

You moan, your head falling back, your body arching against him as he works you with his fingers faster, harder.

“Please, please, please, need you!” then, out of the blue, or maybe because you're too lost to even care so you'd mumble everything that comes out of your mouth, you quietly admit. “Mr. Pines, f-fuck, ive touched myself to the thought of you—”

Stanley looks at you. “say that again.”

“I've thought about you, i fingered myself imagining it was your cock.” you say quietly, looking at him with little hearts in your puppy eyes.

“Jesus christ, you filthy little thing.”

“Stan—”

“Mr. Pines.” fuck. the way he corrects you, heat coils in your stomach, between your legs. “You wanna get fucked good, you use the right name.”

“M-Mr. Pines—fuck, please—” his fingers press harder, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clothed clit.

“Soaked. And i ain’t even touched you yet.” you whine, pressing into his hands, your hips twitching. And that bastard laughs. “poor thing, you really need it, huh? sweetie, you’re lucky i’m not makin’ you beg for it.” yet, he forgot to add.

You’re about to retort, but then his fingers slide your panties to the side, spreading your folds, dragging through your wet slit.

“Fuck, baby, dripping all over my fingers.”

“N-need you—”

“Aw, yeah? that so?” he pushes a finger in your pussy so fucking slow, savouring the way your little cunt takes his thick digit, already imagining how perfect it'd be with his cock instead. “tight angel, fuck, so tight.” Stan manhandles you roughly, spreading your legs with his hands, kneeling in front of you, about to devour you whole. You feel his hot breath against your core and when he leans in and his tongue finally licks a long, slow stripe through your folds, you swear you see stars.

“Taste even better than i thought,” he groans, voice muffled against your pussy. His big hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he buries his face between your legs, licking and sucking like a man starved.

“Mr. Pines—oh my g-god—” Stanley keeps grunting and moaning, the vibration sending shocks through your body.

“Fuck, keep sayin’ my name like that. Can’t get enough of you, doll.” his warm tongue flicks your swollen clit and he slides two fingers into you, curling them, scissoring. Your hips buck against his face, but he holds you down with one arm across your stomach. “Stay still, princess, let me take care of you.”

You’re already close and he knows it, his fingers pumping into you faster, his mouth relentless on your clit. You fall over the edge with a cry, your thighs trembling as he works you through it, fingers still moving, tongue still teasing, until you’re begging him to stop from overstimulation, tugging his hair. Stanley pulls back, lips and chin glistening and grins like the filthy bastard he is. “cant believe i’ve been missin’ out on this.”

He stands, towering over you and you reach for him, fumbling with his belt. When the metal buckle clinks loudly in the quiet of the Shack, Stanley impatiently shoves his pants down to free himself.

Your gaze drops and your eyes widen. Jesus christ.

“Like what you see?”

“I’d be stupid not to,” you grin, reaching out to wrap your fingers around him, making him curse under his breath, his hips jerking into your hand as he grabs your wrist, guiding you to pump his hard length slowly.

But you two don't have much time so he holds your panties aside with one hand, lining himself up with the other and with a single thrust, Stan buries himself inside you, stretching you so perfectly it makes your vision blur.

“Fuck,” his hands grip your hips so hard you were sure there will be bruises. “you’re so fuckin’ tight and warm. Goddamn, sweetheart.”

Your response breaks off into a whimper as he starts moving, slow at first to let you get used, his hips rolling into yours smoothly.

“That’s it, take it, baby, all of me.” you let out a soft moan, looking down where you both connected and he grins, pressing his hand against your stomach, where the outline of him bulged beneath your skin. “look at that, i’m so fuckin’ deep, i can feel myself here. You feel it, baby? feel me stretchin’ ya open?”

You nod frantically, your head spinning with every relentless thrust as he stretches you in ways you didn’t think possible. You cry out, your nails raking down his back, your body arching against him as he sets a brutal pace, driving into you over and over again.

“Such a pretty little thing, lettin' an old bastard like me ruin ya.”

You can only nod, your needy voice lost to the pleasure as youre getting fucked that good, right here in the Shack, where anyone could walk in.

He’s watching you, watching your pussy stretch around his fat cock, watching the way you tremble. His big hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, forcing you to take all of him.

“Bet no one’s ever fucked you like this before, huh?” he slams into you again, making the counter creak beneath you. Using his strong hands he keeps you in place as his cock drives in and out of your dripping, swollen cunt.

“C'mon, answer me, baby,” he growls, his hand sliding up to grab your jaw, forcing your glazed-over eyes to meet his. His cock buries deep, hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble. ”didn’t ask for silence. you ever been fucked like this before?”

Your eyes are closed as you shake your head, whimpering. “n-no.”

“No, what?”

"N-no one’s ever fucked me like this, Mr. Pines—”

“Good girl, use your words,” Stan grips your chin and forces you to meet his gaze. “tell me how much you love this cock.”

“S-so much,” you manage to choke out between pathetic whines and mewls, your brain turning into useless mess. “i love it, i love you, Mr. Pines, don’t stop!” tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Poor thing, all those boys before me and none of ‘em knew how to stretch this perfect cunt open right.” he shifts his hips, grindings his cock against your walls, making you sob. “bet they didn’t even know how to fuck you proper, huh? didn’t know how to make ya beg?”

You shake your head and gasp, clinging to him.

His hand slides down your body, rough fingers rubbing over your swollen, sensitive clit. “owwh, they never even made ya cum, did they, sweetheart?”

“No, they didn’t, Mr. Pines.”

“Fuckin’ shame. all those useless boys, never knew what they were missin’.” his thumb circles your clit. “but don't worry, this pussy’s mine now, ya hear me? No one else’s. I’m the only one who can fuck ya like this, make ya feel this good.”

“Mr. Pines, ple-please. . .’

“Please what, sugar?” he pants, fucking you so deep you swear you feel him rearranging your insides.

You sob, tears spilling from your pretty eyes. “p-please, make me cum—” Stan doesn’t let up, not even for a second. His cock is buried so deep inside you that you can barely breathe and think, barely do anything but moan and take it like the filthy little thing you are.

“Aw, baby, you gonna cum already? just from my cock stretchin’ ya open like this?” you nod, your body tightening around him. “fuck, that’s right, sweetheart, squeeze me just like that. Never thought i’d get to ruin somethin’ so perfect.” his pace picks up, his cock pounding into you so hard you’re sure the counter’s going to break.

You were supposed to keep it quick. just a little pre-tour fuck as you both said.

But thirty minutes turned into sixty and sixty turned into absolute depravity.

The counter was first, but then Stan couldn’t stop. His cock is buried deep inside your soaked, needy cunt as his hands hold you while he thrusts into you.

"Fuckin’ christ, doll, this pussy’s gonna be the death of me."

You had your legs around his waist, arms locked around his neck, Stanley fucking into you so deep you felt like you’d pass out. But then he lifted you up, didn’t even bother pulling out, just carried you like you weighed nothing, still fucking up into you, and took you across the shack like a man possessed.

“Mr. Pines!” and “so good!” were the only words you knew.

“Thought we were keepin’ this quick, huh?” he grunts. “then why the fuck can’t i stop?”

You can’t even answer because your mouth is too busy moaning, gasping, babbling absolute nonsense while he splits you open, every inch pushing against your soft, sensitive walls, stuffing your tight pussy full.

You arch your back, sobbing, because you need it fast again, rough again, animalistic again. And he fucking gives it to you, by grabbing your thighs, folding you in half and absolutely destroying you.

“Fuckin’ filthy girl, letting an old bastard like me ruin this tight little pussy. Even dreamed about this, ugh, layin’ awake at night, fingers buried in that needy little cunt, wishin’ it was me.”

What can you say except loud “yesyesyes!” gasps? However, Stanley is satisfied with that.

“Yeah? bet you’re never gonna want anyone else fuckin’ you again.”

He doesn’t stop. Every display case. Every fake cryptid setup. Even the damn vending machine.

“You're so fuckin’ wet, doll, i could slide into this little cunt with no effort at all.”

Fake exhibits? fucked over them. That fake monster cage? Bent over it. That dusty-ass animatronic Stan managed to steal? yeah, he fucked you right in front of it, hands gripping your ass, hips slamming into yours so hard the damn thing started moving

Stan literally punched it to shut it up.

But did he stop? no.

“Shut the hell up, buddy,” he muttered to the machine, before shoving his cock back inside you and making you scream.

but the final round?

Staff room.

Both of you panting, sweaty, while he takes you from behind, balls slapping against your throbbing clit, the slick sound of skin on skin echoing through the empty Shack.

Or, well, not so empty anymore, because suddenly you hear the honk of a tourist bus outside.

Stan’s head snaps up. “oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidding me—”

His eyes dart to the stupid clock on the wall and he actually freezes for a second.

“We— we were supposed to open, like—shit, twenty minutes ago.”

“So? keep going.” you say lazily under him.

“Oh, you’re gonna get me in trouble.” but does he stop? does he fucking stop?

No, no he does not. Instead, he fucks you harder.

“I'm gonna make this quick, baby, gonna fill you up real nice, then i gotta—fuck—gotta get to work—“

But then— “uh, Mr. Mystery?”

fuck.

Stan’s body locks up and you both freeze. The voice is right outside the door. Stanley lets out the deepest, most exhausted sigh. “Uh, yeah?”

The tourist hums. “sooo i was wondering, when does the tour start? we’ve been waiting outside for a while.”

Stan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “yeah, yeah, uh, give me five minutes, kid, i got, uh, got a bad back today, y'know? just need a second to—uhhh—” you clench around him, tight, so fucking tight and his words cut off in a groan.

He glares at you. you just smirk.

“You okay in there, Mr. Mystery?”

Stan forces his voice steady. “yeah, yeah, just—” he grits his teeth. “just need a minute to stretch it out.” he snaps his hips forward, stuffing his cock back into your cunt, deep and slow, forcing you to feel every thick, throbbing inch

You whimper, just to fuck with him because this old man is so funny when annoyed.

“Fuckin’ hell, stop that.” he growls under his breath at you.

But the tourist won’t leave.

“So, uh, what’s the official policy on taking pictures of the fake exhibits?”

Stan’s eye twitches, his hips jerk forward involuntarily and you let out a choked gasp.

The tourist pauses.

“Mr. Mystery? are you sure you're okay?”

Stan immediately shoves a hand over your mouth. “Told you, just back’s actin’ up, kid.”

The tourist keeps talking.

“What do you think the likelihood is of alien activity in oregon? because personally, i think—”

You clench around him again. Stan chokes on a groan, his cock throbbing inside you as he tries to keep his voice normal.

“Listen, kid, why don’t you, uh, go look at the gift shop or somethin’, huh?”

“Oh, but i wanted to ask about—”

Stan loses it

“NOT NOW, KID. TOUR STARTS IN TEN MINUTES. LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE.”

“Ohh. . . Okay?” fucking finally, you hear footsteps and door creaking, that idiot leaving

Stanley slumps forward, forehead against your shoulder.

“Poor Mr. Mystery,” you tease, moving your hips. “just trying to do his job, but this damn girl won’t stop teasing him—”

“Ohhh, you thought you were so fuckin’ cute, huh?” the deep rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine. His chest is pressed against your back, his weight holding you down while his cock still stuffed inside your ruined cunt. “moanin’ all pretty while i was tryna talk? teasin’ me in front of that dumbass tourist. Makin’ those fuckin’ sounds on purpose. Thought i wouldn’t do somethin’ about it?”

You yelp when his hand grips your hair, yanking your head back just enough to whisper against your ear. “you wanna act like a dumb little slut? then i’m gonna fuck you like one.” after that, Stan pulls out slowly, torturously just to slam back in.

You cry out. No, the sound you make would be better described as pathetic loud whine.

But Stan slaps a hand over your mouth, pressing you into the couch. “uh-uh, pretty, you don’t get to be loud now. you lost that privilege.”

His cock is so deep, stretching your cunt open, filling you completely. Every thrust is hard, brutal, messy, wet. Your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in, greedy for more as you whimper into his big palm. The couch creaks under you, the whole room still eerily silent except for the filthy, wet sounds of him using you.

“Aw, what’s wrong, baby? thought you liked teasin’ me. now you can’t even take my cock?” as you nearly fall from the fast rhythm. Stan laughs against your ear. “thought you wanted me to fuckin’ ruin you, huh? turn this sloppy little cunt into my personal fuckhole?”

You can't even moan as Stan snaps his hips up, hitting so deep it knocks the breath from your lungs.

“What’s the matter, princess? feelin’ a little too full?” his belly presses against your back, his size overwhelming you, his weight pinning you down, making sure you can’t run from him as he grabs your waist, pulls you back onto him, forces you to take every inch. “ this little cunt’s gonna take every last drop, huh? ‘cause that’s what you are, ain’tcha?”

His fingers grip your jaw, turning your head so he can look in your glassy eyes.

“Say it, sweetie. Tell me what you are.”

Your brows knit together. “m’ your dumb little slut, Mr. Pines. . .m’ made to take your cock—” words come out barely coherent through the lewd slap of skin-on-skin filling the room.

Damn right. His hand slides down, finding your clit, rubbing it fast. Your body jerks, overstimulated.

“Too much?” his voice is mocking. “too fuckin’ bad, baby. Shoulda thought of that before you started actin’ like a brat.”

You’re already close again, what is it now, your sixth orgasm? Eighth? You shake too hard in his hands as your cunt spasms around his cock.

“Gonna fill you up, doll. make you fuckin’ mine. you want that? lemme hear you beg.”

”P-please. . . ple, mhm. . .hhng . .” your words muffled against his palm.

“Please what?”

“Please—please breed my messy cunt, Mr. Pines—please, please—”

“Holy shit, baby, you want me to breed this little pussy? want me to fill you so full you’ll be drippin’ down your thighs all day?”

You nod frantically and Stanley feels you smile widely against his skin what makes him laugh. Such a dumb slut you are.

“Greedy little thing. y'know i gotta work today, right?” his cock throbs inside you, stuffing you so full you can feel him in your stomach. ”but fuck- fuck, baby, can’t help it.” his hips snap forward, burying himself completely as he cums, making you feel every pulse, every throbbing rope of his hot seed spilling inside you, flooding your pussy.

Your own orgasm hits so hard your vision whites out, your cunt clenching tight, squeezing him, milking him dry.

“Oh, that's it, baby, there it is. Good little slut.” you collapse, trembling, fucked-out and absolutely ruined.

Stan stays inside you, catching his breath, watching as his cum spills out, dripping down your thighs. He leans down, kisses your neck. “gonna clean you up, sweetheart.”

You blink up at him through tired eyes, dizzy. “with what?”

He smirks. “my fuckin’ tongue.” uh oh, you guess Mystery Shack is gonna open late today because even though Stanley Pines has a job to do, first he’s gotta make sure his messy girl is properly taken care of.

[ducktoo]

Supersonic Rift

fromis_9’s Nagyung x M!Reader

Note: soo when I saw this request, i remembered there was also a Nagyung fic with a LoL Reader as well (which is here by @kdollikesthighs )

Dw, mine is based on that one youtube video where 4 members played league. Thanks for the request again anon 👍

(Gosh she’s so cute)

You were a seasoned pro in the League of Legends scene—cool under pressure, skilled in every role, and practically living in Summoner’s Rift. But today, your skill wasn’t being tested in a tournament, scrim, or even a casual ranked match.

Nope. Instead, you found yourself in a brightly lit studio, sitting in front of four very giggly members of fromis_9: Jisun, Chaeyoung, Saerom and Nagyung.

Then again, you’d been in a lot of unique situations since turning pro in League of Legends. Sponsorship deals, photo shoots, interviews—it came with the territory. Heck, you even coach newcomers with your prior experiences as a tutor.

Though, sitting in a gaming chair next to Nagyung while her bandmates giggled like kids in a candy store?

Yeah…this was new.

This was part of their comeback promotions for Supersonic, and apparently, someone (ahem, HYBE) thought it’d be a genius idea to make a YouTube video where you teach them how to play League of Legends. You didn’t know who signed you up for this, but you were already reevaluating all your life choices.

"Alright, Y/n-ssi, be honest," Saerom started, leaning on her chair with an easy smile. "How bad are we gonna be at this?"

You chuckled, spinning your chair around to face them. “It can’t be that bad. Have any of you played League before?”

Jisun raised her hand timidly. “Does ARAM count?”

“That’s not the real game!” Nagyung interjected, her tone already halfway to exasperation. “You can’t flex ARAM as experience.”

Chaeyoung nodded sagely. “It’s like saying you know how to cook because you microwaved ramen.”

Jisun pouted, crossing her arms. “At least I’m not completely clueless.”

You smirked. “Alright, Jisun-ssi has a little bit of experience. What about the rest of you?”

Saerom shrugged. “I know the champions are cute.”

Nagyung let out a loud sigh, already burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god, we’re doomed.”

Chaeyoung smiled sweetly at Nagyung. “I’ll follow your lead, unnie. Just tell me what to do.”

“Don’t die?” Nagyung replied dryly. Her face scrunched at Chaeyoung calling her unnie despite her age.

"Pff, at least Nagyung is seasoned enough." You commented. "She got the sass going."

The staff called for silence, signaling the start of the shoot. The intro was smooth—a cheerful announcer explaining the collaboration, showing clips of your pro matches, and transitioning to the girls settling into their chairs.

The producer called out, “Rolling in 3… 2… 1! Action!” The red recording light blinked on, and you shifted in your seat, throwing a casual smile at the camera.

“Hey, everyone! I’m here with fromis_9—”

“Super-super! Supersonic!” Saerom and Nagyung interjected, throwing up peace signs. “Let’s gooo!”

“—and today we’re teaching them how to play League of Legends. Key word: ‘teaching,’” you said with a grin. “We’ll see how this goes.”

Jisun leaned into her mic. “Spoiler alert: badly.”

Chaeyoung cackled. “Speak for yourself. I’m about to carry this team.”

“Chaeyoung, you’re literally standing still in spawn,” Nagyung deadpanned.

“Wait, how do I move?” Chaeyoung asked, clicking aimlessly. “Oh! I got it! WASD, right?”

You blinked. “Uh… you right-click to move.”

A beat of silence.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we’re doomed,” Nagyung muttered, burying her face in her hands.

-

Surprised to say (or not), this game went very well.

The loading screen faded to reveal Summoner’s Rift, its iconic three-lane battlefield glowing under a stormy sky. The vibrant green jungle glistened, and the enemy Nexus loomed ominously at the far end of the map. As the countdown to minions ticking began, you adjusted your headset and glanced at the screens of the four idols next to you. This was going to be… interesting.

“All right,” you began, pointing at each of their monitors. “Jisun-ssi, you’re on top lane. Just stick near the tower and farm minions. Saerom-ssi, you’re mid. Same deal. Chaeyoung-ssi, jungle, but don’t… uh, don’t overthink it.”

“And me?” Nagyung asked, locking in as Jinx, the manic, rocket-wielding ADC. She leaned forward, gripping the mouse like it owed her money.

“You’re bot with me. Just follow what I'll say. I'll support you with my Thresh.”

Her smirk was sharp. “Carry me, pro player.”

-

The game kicked off with your champion, Thresh, and Nagyung’s Jinx heading down the bottom lane. You expertly wove between minions, last-hitting to gain gold while zoning the enemy duo—a scary-looking Lucian and a tanky Leona.

“Stay behind the minions,” you said, pinging the map. “Leona’s going to try to stun you if you get too close.”

“Got it.” Nagyung’s Jinx strafed left and right, tossing out attacks with her minigun. Her voice wavered slightly. “Wait, why does she keep walking at me? I didn’t even do anything!”

“She’s baiting you,” you said calmly, flinging Thresh’s hook to snag Lucian. The chains glowed green as you yanked him forward, stunning him. “Wreck him!”

Nagyung hesitated for a fraction of a second, then unleashed a flurry of rockets. Lucian’s health plummeted, forcing him to retreat under the safety of his turret. “I did it! I hit him!” she exclaimed, bouncing in her seat.

“Nice. Now, don’t get cocky,” you warned.

-

Meanwhile, Saerom’s Orianna was standing in the middle of the lane, her robotic sphere idly rolling in circles.

“Saerom unnie, move!” Nagyung yelled, glancing at her screen.

“I’m observing,” Saerom replied serenely, as the enemy Yasuo slashed through her health bar. “This is fascinating.”

“You’re feeding!” Nagyung groaned.

Saerom tilted her head. “What does that mean?”

You chimed in, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice. “It means you’re giving the enemy gold every time you die. Just stay back and use your ball to poke.”

“Poke?” Saerom echoed, frowning.

“Like this.” You flicked your mouse at her screen, gesturing to how she should aim Orianna’s sphere. She tried, sending the orb in the right direction, but it stopped short.

“Close enough,” you muttered.

-

Chaeyoung’s Evelynn prowled through the jungle, clicking furiously on the minimap.

“Where do I go now?” she asked, spinning the camera wildly.

“You’re supposed to gank,” you said, keeping your focus on bot lane.

“Gang?”

“Gank. Attack a lane to give your teammates an advantage.”

“Ohhh.” Chaeyoung hovered near mid-lane, waiting for Yasuo to push forward. “I got this. Watch me.”

Saerom had just respawned and returned to lane, cautiously poking at minions. Yasuo spotted Chaeyoung’s Evelynn and turned his attention to her.

“Help me, Saerom-unnie!” Chaeyoung cried, smashing her keyboard.

“Good luck,” Saerom replied, retreating to her tower.

Yasuo cut through Chaeyoung in three quick slashes.

“You didn’t help me!” Chaeyoung said, throwing her hands up.

“You didn’t ask nicely,” Saerom countered, her tone utterly calm.

-

The match spiralled into chaos as the timer hit 25 minutes. Both teams had lost their outer turrets, and the map became a war zone of ambushes and desperate team fights.

“We need to group!” you called, pinging the map near Baron Nashor. “Stick together, and don’t get caught alone.”

Jisun’s Teemo, however, was wandering aimlessly in the top jungle.

“Jisun, what are you doing?” Nagyung shouted.

“I’m placing mushrooms! You said to place mushrooms!”

“Not in the middle of nowhere!” Nagyung exclaimed.

The enemy team capitalized on the lack of coordination, ambushing your group near Baron. Leona’s ultimate landed a perfect stun on Nagyung, and she frantically clicked to escape.

“Help me! Help me!” she cried.

You flashed forward as Thresh, landing a Flay on the enemy ADC and peeling for her. “You’re safe. Focus Lucian.”

Nagyung’s Jinx unleashed her ultimate, Super Mega Death Rocket, landing a clean hit and finishing him off.

“Yes! Did you see that?!” she yelled, nearly jumping out of her chair.

“Carry harder,” you teased, shielding her from another attack.

-

The game ended with a hard-fought push into the enemy base. Nagyung’s Jinx secured a pentakill, her face glowing with pride as the words “VICTORY” flashed across the screen.

Jisun and Chaeyoung, however, were in shambles.

“Why didn’t anyone save me?” Jisun complained.

“You were 0-12, Jisun-unnie. There’s nothing to save,” Nagyung retorted.

Chaeyoung pouted. “I got MVP in spirit.”

“No, you didn’t,” Saerom said, still calm as ever. “But good effort.”

You leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples. “So… how did you all feel about your first game?”

Nagyung grinned triumphantly. “I carried.”

“You were decent,” you said, smirking. “But don’t let it get to your head.”

“Oh, it’s already there,” she shot back. “Rematch next time?”

“Only if Jisun and Chaeyoung promise to read a guide first.”

-

The idea came about in true Nagyung fashion—bold and overconfident.

“Well….I think we can take you,” she declared, arms crossed, after the producer suggested wrapping up the shoot. Her bandmates froze mid-pack-up, turning to her like she’d just declared war on a dragon with a butter knife.

“You think we can beat them?” Jisun asked, pointing at you. “Have you seen how today went? We’re terrible.”

“You’re terrible,” Nagyung corrected. “I’m decent. And if we all gang up, we might have a chance.”

Chaeyoung, ever the chaos agent, perked up. “I’m in. Let’s take them down.”

Saerom tilted her head, considering. “It could be fun.”

You couldn’t resist grinning. “Alright, but I’ll make it fair. I’ll play Blitzcrank—no damage, just good old hooks and crowd control.”

Jisun narrowed her eyes. “Isn’t that the creepy robot with the grabby hand?”

“Yep,” you said cheerfully. "I like playing him for the grabby hand"

“I don’t like this,” she muttered, sinking lower into her chair.

The game loaded up, the arena illuminated by the eerie glow of the Rift. Blitzcrank’s hulking frame materialized at your spawn point, his glowing fist radiating ominously.

“Alright,” you said into the mic. “This is a 1v4. No excuses if you lose.”

“Talk less, grab less,” Nagyung shot back, locking in Caitlyn for her AD Carry pick. Beside her, Jisun picked Yuumi again (“She’s cute! Don’t judge me!”), Chaeyoung locked in Amumu, and Saerom, after much deliberation, went with Morgana.

“You’ve got a decent comp,” you admitted. “Let’s see if you can use it.” -

As the game timer hit 1:30, you maneuverer Blitzcrank toward mid-lane. His movements were slow but deliberate, the sound of clanking metal echoing with every step.

“Why’s he so creepy?” Jisun asked nervously.

“It’s intimidation,” Chaeyoung said confidently. “He’s scared of us.”

"Rude..!" You smirked, hiding in a bush near mid-lane. They were about to learn why hiding wasn’t the same as being safe.

Nagyung stepped forward, trying to poke you with Caitlyn’s long-range basic attacks. Her focus was split, though—she was too busy keeping Jisun tethered to her.

Perfect.

You pressed Q—Rocket Grab. A glowing hook shot out from Blitzcrank’s hand, snaking through the fog of war. It latched onto Nagyung, yanking her straight into your massive frame.

“What the—?!” she yelped.

Before she could react, you hit E—Power Fist. Blitzcrank’s fist glowed bright yellow as he knocked her into the air. A few auto-attacks later, her screen went grey.

“You died already?” Jisun wailed.

“He grabbed me out of nowhere!” Nagyung protested. “Where were you?”

“Attached to you!”

“Useless!” -

The chaos only grew. Blitzcrank thrived on unpredictability, and you used it to full effect. With every bush and dark corner, you waited patiently, like a predator.

Saerom cautiously approached the bot lane, farming minions with Morgana’s Q—Dark Binding. You stayed hidden, watching her pattern. She’d step up to the wave, then step back into the safety of the turret.

The moment she mis-stepped, you pounced.

A hook shot out, landing squarely on her.

“Noooo!” Saerom cried as you dragged her helplessly into the tower range. The turret’s lasers finished the job.

Nagyung groaned. “Why don’t you guys look at the map?!”

“I was looking at my character!” Saerom defended.

“Great,” Nagyung muttered. “Our jungler’s crying in the corner, our support’s attached to me like glue, and our mid-laner’s… farming daisies or something.”

“I’m trying! Stop yelling!” Jisun snapped. -

Despite their bickering, the girls started to improve—or at least coordinate better. Nagyung set traps with Caitlyn’s W—Yordle Snap Trap—while Chaeyoung dove into fights with Amumu’s Q—Bandage Toss.

You could feel the pressure. Even with Blitzcrank’s resilience, a 1v4 was tough. Every missed hook cost you time and cooldowns. Every misstep brought you closer to defeat.

“Guys, we can actually win this,” Nagyung said, her voice steely. “Stick together. Focus them down.”

“Yeah!” Chaeyoung echoed. “Let’s go, team!”

The final fight began at Baron Pit. You hid near the brush, ready to land a clutch grab.

They approached cautiously, sticking to the plan. Chaeyoung led the charge, tanking hits from Baron while the others poked from afar.

You waited for the perfect moment.

“Where is he?” Jisun whispered nervously.

“Probably hiding,” Saerom guessed.

“Just focus on Baron,” Nagyung commanded.

The moment they grouped too closely, you activated Blitzcrank’s R—Static Field. A shockwave of electricity stunned everyone in range.

“Gahhh!” Nagyung screamed.

“Not again!” Jisun cried.

You followed up with a hook, pulling Chaeyoung into your clutches. She dropped instantly, her health bar melting.

But they rallied.

Nagyung stepped up, pelting you with headshots. Saerom’s bindings locked you down, and Jisun’s healing kept them alive just long enough. Blitzcrank fell, the screen announcing: You Have Been Slain.

“YES!” Nagyung screamed, leaping out of her chair.

The others cheered, their laughter filling the room.

-

As the session wound down, Nagyung approached you, arms crossed but a smirk tugging at her lips.

“Next time,” she said, “we’re playing a game I’m good at.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Anything but this,” she replied, laughing.

“Aww, fine” you said, extending your hand.

She shook it firmly, her eyes sparkling with determination. “And next time, I’m taking you down for real.”

“Looking forward to it,” you replied, grinning.

As the cameras packed up and the girls chatted excitedly about the shoot, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe coaching rookies wasn’t so bad after all—maybe after a few breaks before each match.

Yep, even if Nagyung did threaten to uninstall the game halfway through.

[romanticinlove]

misunderstanding

Summary: When Jude is banned because of his celebration, his anger gets the best of him

word count: 1k

Warnings: Angst

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During the game against Slovakia, England was putting up a good fight. When the other team scores, it went unanswered for so long. As you watched the game from the stands, you felt very anxious. Your boyfriend, Jude, was playing and you knew he had a lot of pressure of him during this game. You were wondering how he was dealing with the weight of the game, and you worried for him. When the game clock showed the 90th minute, you could only hope that enough time was added for England to make a comeback. When England finally scored, it was Jude who scored. You jumped up in the stand celebrating along the other fans. You could not have been more proud of your boyfriend. It was only when you looked down at the pitch that you saw how Jude decided to celebrate. You didn't think much of it, other players had done this celebration many times before. Sure, you thought it might've been a bit crude but he was just celebrating, you couldn't blame him. When the game came to a close, you were celebrating, Harry Kane scored a goal in extra time that secured the win for England. When you went down to see Jude, you were so proud of him and could not wait to see him. When he left the locker room, you could see that he was upset about something.

"hey baby, I am so proud of you! You played amazingly tonight, I knew you would be the one to put us ahead" You said and went to kiss his cheek, but he simply turned his head. You were confused and continued "Is everything ok?"

"Can we just go?" Jude said, while he couldn't even look you in the eye. You were a bit hurt because of the way he was acting but decided to leave him cool off before trying to talk to him again. As you drove the both of you home, you would occasionally look over at Jude, who only looked out of the window. You dropped Jude off at the facility where the teams were staying. When he went to leave the car, you tried to talk to him again.

"Ok well I'll call you tonight ok? " You said to him hopeful that he would at least give you something.

"I can't call tonight" he said before opening the door, but before he could get off, you began again.

"That's ok, I'll talk to you later then. I love you"

"You too." Jude said and then he shut the door and walked off. You sat in the car for a couple of minutes, shocked at his behavior. The both of you always said I love you to one another. It sounded so stupid and cheesy, but it did hurt you. You began to drive to the hotel where you were staying. Before, the distance would've killed the both of you, but maybe now it was necessary. You tried to think about every possible thing that could've set him off. When you couldn't think of anything, you tried to brush it off. When you arrived at the hotel, you got ready for bed. Just when you were about to go to bed, you decided to text Jude.

you: Hey Jude, I don't know what happened tonight, but I just wanted to let you know that I am very proud of you, you did great. I love you, please text me back <3

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When you woke up and saw that he left you on read, you got a bit upset. You genuinely had no idea what happened and you thought maybe it had something to do with you. You decided to try and text his teammate, Trent, and see if maybe he knew something.

You: hey Trent, Do you know what's wrong with Jude???

Trent: did he not tell you?

You: apparently not

trent: Y'know his celebration yesterday? He got a €30,000 fine, and a ban

you: are you serious??

Trent: unfortunately

You were very upset and immediately called Jude.

"Jude why didn't you tell me about the fine and ban??" you said as soon as he answered the phone

"Who told you about that?"

"it doesn't matter, why didn't you?"

"y/n I don't have to tell you every little thing that happens, stuff just happens"

"Not every little thing, but yeah things like that are important, especially when you get disrespectful with me"

"you still haven't answered my question"

"I told you it doesn't matter"

"who did you ask?" Jude said as he began to raise his voice a little. He was met with silence and then he spoke up again. "y/n, who told you about that?"

"I asked one of your teammates"

"Oh so instead of going to me, you go to another guy? How is that right?" Jude said in an accusatory tone. You didn't like what he was implying.

"What are you trying to say right now, you think I would cheat on you?"

"why did you have to go behind my back?"

"You were being cold and unresponsive, I was worried" you said. Jude scoffed not he other end and you began to get teary eyed "we're not accomplishing anything right now, ok. I will call you later when we're both a bit more calm."

"Yeah sure, maybe you can call my teammate and tell him about this" he said before hanging up the phone. You sat indoor hotel room, dumbfounded by this argument. How could he think that about you? You were beyond angry, but you couldn't think about why you were crying right then and there. But maybe he was right, maybe you should've texted Trent, maybe you should've waited for him to be ready. As all of these maybe's went though your head you got a text.

Jude: Honestly, I don't know what to do right now, I need space, I can't be focused on this and the euros, soju please leave me alone right now

you: Jude I will respect you space but please know that I would never do that to you, I promise

Jude: Ok

You: I love you

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a/n: This was my first attempt at angst so pls lmk what you think!!

[starlightandsouls]

Yours To Have, Yours to Break

Summary: What if instead of Nesta, Cassian found out about Azriel and his secret lover. What will happen when the hearty general, in his anger of being left out, causes his brother's happiness to fall apart? How will he atone for his mistake?

A/N: Of course I had to make my comeback with the angstiest angst to ever angst. And that too by turning my fluffiest fic into pure pain. I guess you can say that this this is a spin off of Yours to Keep and Cherish. Also... I know I dropped off the face of the earth but life happens guys. I'm sorta back and here's a fic to make up for it.

Disclaimer: If you're an Elain fan, I would recommend you not read this. I would hate to ruin your day. I do not hate Elain. This is just an idea I got from all the soap dramas I've been seeing recently. Don't kill me please.

Also this shit and not edited. But I was so desperate to post something that I honestly don't care. Hope y'all like it. And yes there will be a part 2

Cassian POV:

As the General of the Night Court’s armies, Cassian had many duties: training soldiers, commandeering battalions at the borders, coming up with war strategies, buying romance novels for his mate and her friends. He wasn’t sure when the last one made its way on his list of responsibilities, or who put it there, but there it was. And who was Cassian to deny his mate?

So that’s how the Lord of Bloodshed found himself standing aimlessly in the middle of the Rainbow, scratching his head, with a list in his hand. Nesta had sent him off to find the newest edition of a Sellyn Drake novel but he hadn’t the slightest idea where to find it. His mate had instructed him to visit a particular bookshop named “The Quill”, being sure that they would have the newest book. Unfortunately, because luck had named him its nemesis at birth, the bookshop was closed for the day. He had asked around and apparently the owner had just left an hour prior to his arrival. Of course, they had.

That is why he had been wandering around the Rainbow, walking into one bookshop after the other, but somehow not one of them had the book Nes wanted. What are the odds of that? How is it possible that only one bookshop in the entire city had this specific book? And why did it have to be closed today? Cassian knew returning empty handed would not only incur the wrath of his beloved mate, but also her Valkyrie sisters. And given the fact that he himself had been teaching them some new disarming techniques, he had no desire to become their training dummy.

While he did not intend on stopping his hunt, he was quite parched. As the summer season approached, afternoons in Velaris became increasingly sweltering. A chilled glass of wine would do just the trick to cool him down, and also relax his nerves. Just as he was deciding on which bar to stop at, he remembered a conversation he had had with Mor the other day. She had told him about a café she had discovered that served the best margaritas during lunch time. Honestly, she hadn’t stopped raving about it for almost a week. What the hell. He was already out in town, might as well try a new place. If it turned out to be good, he could bring Nesta to placate her in case he couldn’t find her book.

Mind made up, he took off to the air, the subtle breeze as he did so, instantly making him feel better. Gliding through the clouds, the twists and turns with wind, were always a guaranteed way of cooling down.

Said café was perched on a hill overlooking the Sidra. He took in the view and the lush gardens outside the café as he landed, and started to walk in. The interior was just as beautiful as the exterior; the décor a blend of elegance and coziness. Oh yeah, he was definitely bringing Nesta here for a date.

He had just given his order to a waitress who looked way too giddy writing it down. Thank the Mother Nesta wasn’t here. Or someone might as well have lost a hand.

Although this is one of the reasons why he didn’t like coming to restaurants and bars alone. Not having company meant he didn’t have anyone to share his stories and jokes with. So, as he waited for his order to arrive, he sat back and took in the people around him; a habit that looked casual enough but was one instilled in him during his years training in the Illyrian camps.

He had been admiring the view from the balcony in the corner when his order arrived. Smiling a thank you, he took a sip from his margarita and damn was it good as Mor had said. He made a silent note to himself to thank her for the recommendation. He was in the middle of another deliciously cold sip, when something caught his eye in the corner of the room, causing him to choke.

What. The. Fuck.

Cassian was sure he looked like a blubbering fish with how his jaw dropped open and his eyes bulged out their sockets. He had to be dreaming or hallucinating from the heat. Yes, that must have been it, the heat had surely gotten to his head. For Cassian could think of no other explanation for the sight in front of him.

His brother, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court, torture extraordinaire, was sitting hand in hand with a beautiful young woman, smiling like a love-sick fool and… eating macarons? Since when did Azriel like deserts? Or the more pressing question: who the hell was he sitting with? Cassian knew his brother liked to keep his lovers secret, but deep down his gut told him this was no mere fling, or one-night stand. For starters, Azriel was smiling like a puppy drunk on love, while bringing the lady’s hand up to his lips to kiss. Cauldron. Just as Cassian had somewhat stopped gawking like a fish out of water, he saw the lady lean over and whisper something across the table, causing Azriel to throw his head back and let out a hearty laugh.

Although he couldn’t explain why, but at that moment Cassian felt a sharp hurt go through him. He could not remember the last time Azriel had laughed like that with them. Damn it, he couldn’t even remember the last time he had seen Azriel smile nearly as much as was doing now at any family function.

Before he could even begin to process what had unfolded before him, he saw Azriel pay the bill for their food and the couple walked out hand in hand. Immediately Cassian was on his feet, ready to follow them. If someone had asked him why he did what he did at a later moment, he would not have been able to explain himself. At that moment, Cassian was driven only by curiosity and a minor note of hurt too-why had his brother hid this from them?

Rushing out after paying the bill, Cassian saw the happy couple walk down the cobblestone path, once again arm in arm, with the woman leaning against Azriel. Another thing that shocked Cassian: how the hell had Azriel not noticed him by now? Those pesky little shadows normally informed his brother of every detail of his surroundings; Azriel’s own heightened senses and observational skills were what made him the Spymaster of this court. So, for him to not notice Cassian so obviously trailing behind them at a distance, was a testament to how captivated his brother was by the woman on his arm.

At one-point Cassian thought that his brother would winnow with his partner and he would lose them, but the couple continued their stroll without a care in the world. He continued to trail behind them while also maintaining somewhat of a distance. Azriel may not be as hyper vigilant as always, but he wasn’t blind by any means- and Cassian was no small man either.

“Breakfast was delightful, darling. We should plan another afternoon here, what do you think?” he heard the woman comment.

“Of course, but I am oh so very tired. I think I need a few days alone at home with my nightingale to recharge,” Azriel replied with a smirk.

Cassian balked on the inside: okay Mr. I Don’t Need To Resort To Poetry.

“We could always have breakfast here again on Saturday. It is our two-year anniversary, and I intend on spending the day however my nightingale wishes. I think the café can be a brilliant start to our day,” Azriel offered, laughing as the woman swatted his arm at the previous comment.

Reaching the end of the path, Azriel grabbed the woman in his arms and winnowed away, leaving behind a thoroughly perplexed Cassian.

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Cassian was convinced he must have stood there for another half an hour before coming to his senses. He then took off to the House of Wind, ready to face his mate and the Valkyries’ collective wrath. And his assumption had been right; the three women had blown up when they saw him return empty handed and had proceeded to go on twenty-minute-long rant. For the life of him, Cassian could not have repeated a single word they had said. Because he had not listened to a single word, at least not while paying attention. As their rage had quelled, Cassian had simple gotten up and walked to his room, ignoring the questioning looks from his mate.

While Nesta was still in the library with the girls, Cassian had retreated to bed. And that is where he was now: sitting in bed, staring at a wall, completely at a loss for words. He could not even begin to process what he had seen, let alone understand what he was feeling. For some reason he could not get over how openly Azriel had laughed with that woman, how alight his eyes had seemed. It was as if the Shadowsinger was glowing with happiness, as paradoxical as that sounds.

And it’s not like Cassian wasn’t happy for his brother-quite the contrary. He was just hurt that Azriel had chosen to hide something like this from him for two years. Two years. The words clanged around his head like the sharp tolling of a bell. Azriel had this from them for two goddamn years. And he had a sinking feeling that if he had not discovered the two of them today, he would not have found out for quite some more time.

But why? Keeping casual flings a secret was no big deal. They all had had ventures they didn’t tell anyone, he was sure of it. But if the couple were celebrating their two-year anniversary, then it must be serious. Cassian could tell his brother was committed just by how he had been looking at the woman. And if Azriel truly was serious about this woman, why would he hide it from them? His family?

That is the part that pierced his heart. Up until this day, Cassian had thought the two of them to be rather close. Sure, Rhys and Az clashed from time to time because of their own attitudes, but he liked to think that Azriel and him had always been close. Azriel was his best friend for Cauldron sake. Whenever he had had issues with Nesta at the beginning of their relationship-and he had plenty- Azriel had been his confidante, the one he went to for advice. His brother had been there for him at the highs and lows of his journey with Nesta.

So why hadn’t he let Cassian do that for him? Why had his brother chosen secrecy when he could have confided in Cassian? It’s not like he wouldn’t have supported them. He knew his brother was secretive and shy, but it was one thing to hide things about his work and another to choose to hide such a major part of his life from his brothers.

They were brothers, they were supposed to support each other, to stand by one another, not keep secrets and tell lies. All of a sudden Cassian saw the past two years in a different light. He recalled all the times Azriel had shown up to breakfast with an unusually cheery mood, all the times he had been rushing to leave family dinner, all the times he had skipped their get togethers with the strangest excuses. How long had this been going on? And for how long had they been so painfully oblivious?

Did Azriel not trust them? No, that can’t be it. Did Azriel think he could not open up to them? Each explanation he came up with seemed less plausible than the last. As he continued to spiral, Cassian began to question whether the two were as close as he thought them to be.

Why. Why. Why.

“You know if you stare at the wall any longer, you’re going to burn a hole into it.”

Nesta. He hadn’t even noticed when she had come into the room, and judging by her amused look, Cassian assumed she had been there for some time. Pushing off the wall she had been leaning against, Nesta walked over and sat by him on their bed.

“I’ve been calling your name for the past five minutes, where’s your mind at?” Nesta asked while pushing some stray strands of hair behind his ear.

Shit. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just tell Nesta something he himself wasn’t supposed to know. If he hadn’t walked into that café by chance, Cassian would have been none the wiser about this whole situation. For whatever reason Azriel was keeping his relationship secret, he didn’t think it his place to reveal it.

“It’s nothing, Nes. Just thinking about Wind Haven. I’m supposed to head up there next week and I already know Devlon’s going to be a pain in the ass,” Cassian tried to divert.

“Since when have you started getting so worked up over Devlon? He’s going to whine and throw a fit, but ultimately he is going to have to do what you say. You’re worried about something else. What is it?” his ingenious mate inquired. How her intuition was so good he’d never know, honestly sometimes he thought of handing over the mantle of General to her, with how good she was.

“C’mon. You know you can tell me whatever is bothering you,” Nesta pushed while grabbing his hand in her own and damn did he melt at that.

“Alright. If I tell you, you cannot tell anyone else.”

Nesta sat up straighter at that, ears perked with curiosity, eyes wide open and eager.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Nesta answered while nodding.

“I’m serious about this Nes. You can’t tell anyone, not even Emerie or Gwyn. No one,” Cassian reiterated, trying to get his mate to understand how serious it was.

“Alright, alright. I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

Cassian sighed before revealing what was very much not his secret to reveal,

“Azriel has a girlfriend.”

“Wait-what?”

“Az has a girlfriend,” Cassian repeated.

“No, I heard you the first time. But…how…when??? Why hasn’t he told anyone?”

“I have no idea, Nes,” Cassian replied while falling back against the headboard. He once again took to staring at the wall; confusion and hurt running rampant through him again, echoing the same question again and again.

Why had Azriel kept this a secret from them? From him?

“When did he tell you?” his mate inquired.

“He didn’t,” Cassian chuckled, “I stopped at that new café by the Sidra to get some drinks to cool down while I was out for your books. I saw them together there.”

A beat of silence passed between them before Nesta barged on with her questions,

“You seem…upset about all this?”

“I am. Not at the fact that he has a girlfriend, Cauldron no. It’s about time the idiot found someone. It’s just…why didn’t he tell us? Why keep it a secret?”

“Maybe…it’s new? You know Az. Maybe he just wants some time to figure things out himself before he tells you all,” Nesta reasoned.

Cassian let out a bitter laugh before spitting out,

“It is very much not new. The two were planning their two year anniversary at the same restaurant this weekend. Two goddamn years, Nes. He’s been lying to us for that long.”

He wrenched his hand from hers at that. Cassian knew he was being unfair and unreasonable, but he was angry. Maybe he had no right to be but one does not think clearly when in the clutches of fury.

As his previous confusion and hurt settled, they left behind only anger in their wake. That is what he felt right now. Anger. At Azriel, for lying to them all this time, for hiding something so significant. Did he not consider them brothers?

Before he could succumb to the ravages of anger, his darling mate was there to pull him back, as she always did.

“I can feel all that you know. Don’t let your anger override what you know to be true. This relationship of Azriel…it has nothing to do with us. We’re not entitled to anything regarding it just because we’re his family.”

“Oh so what I’m just supposed to ignore the fact that he’s been lying to us about his whereabouts and plans for the past two years, when he could have just told us?”

“No I am asking you to trust Azriel. You know your brother, Cass, probably more than anyone else. You know that he has a reason for everything he does and you know that he would never do anything to hurt his family intentionally. If nothing else, trust in that.”

Cassian sighed a defeated sigh. His mate was right, as she always was. For whatever reason Azriel had decided to keep this relationship a secret, Cassian would have to trust in it. And when the time came, he hoped his brother would feel comfortable revealing the truth himself.

……………………………………..................................................

Little did Cassian know, that despite the fact that he had made Nesta swear not to tell Azriel’s secret, he had unintentionally revealed it to a third. For outside their bedroom clutching books she had meant to return, stood Elain. Elain, who had almost torn the books with how hard she was clutching them. Elain, who’s hands quivered with rage.

This is why Azriel had been ignoring her. All these months she had been trying to get his attention and he had always slipped away. Because of this?? Some common girlfriend?

No matter. Elain would get him back. How could he ignore her for some commoner? Who deserved his love more than her?

As she walked away, already planning her schemes, a wicked thought went through her mind, a precaution in case she couldn’t convince Azriel:

If I can’t have him, no one can.

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Azriel POV:

The past few days had been the happiest he had ever been. Although Azriel wasn’t quite sure how fair that judgement was. Each hour he spent with his nightingale, he deemed his happiest. And it has been two years of such blissful happiness. Two years together at each other’s side that they were celebrating today.

He had already arrived at the same café they had breakfast a few days ago and was now anxiously awaiting his beloved girlfriend. Honestly, he would have preferred that the two arrive together, not wanting to spend a minute away from his nightingale. But alas, not everything had to be as he wished. As soon as she had woken up, his nightingale had slipped out from his arms (something he had still not forgiven) and had rushed to her book shop. According to her, she had some urgent delivery that she just had to be there for. Therefore she had promised him that she would meet him directly at the café.

That left him, sitting in their favorite spot in the café, with his head swiveling to the door every time it opened, hoping his nightingale had arrived. It wasn’t like she was late, it’s just that he too early, wanting what he hoped would be a great start to a celebration filled day.

“Oh, Azriel!”

He heard his name be called, but his heart instantly dropped, that voice did not belong to his nightingale. Turning around he saw…

“Elain? What are you doing here?”

“What a coincidence, Az! I was just out for some errands and thought I would get myself a drink. I’m absolutely parched! Thank the Cauldron for this lovely café!” Elain replied in an unusually high pitched voice.

“Yes, how lovely…” he trailed off, gaze flicking to the door. He knew his girlfriend would be arriving soon and he would much rather Elain not be here for that… for a plethora of reasons.

“Well, what are the chances of meeting you here Az? And look, you’re alone too! Why don’t we have lunch together, it feels like we haven’t caught up in forever.”

“Actually I’m meeting some…”

He never got to finish his sentence. If someone asked him later what happened, Azriel wasn’t sure he would be able to explain it. One second Elain was smiling at him, trying to grab his hand, the next her gaze turned cold, flicking to something behind him. The next thing he knew, within a matter of seconds, Elain had grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and smashed her lips to his.

What. The. Fuck.

Azriel didn’t even process what had happened, didn’t even realize that she was kissing him. Elain. Was. Kissing. Him.

The last thought jolted him out of his state of shock and he pushed her away. Not caring for who saw or heard, he yelled,

“What the fuck Elain? You can’t just grab people like that! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Oh c’mon Az. It was barely a peck. I had barely begun to enjoy it,” Elain replied with a callous smirk.

All of a sudden he did not recognize her; he didn’t recognize the cruelty in her eyes, the indifference in her expression. Where was the kind hearted woman he considered a friend? And who was standing in front of him in her place? When he didn’t say anything, still riddled with shock, Elain continued,

“Well no matter. It may have been short but it achieved it’s purpose,” Elain replied slyly. She inched closer and grazed her hand up his arm and whispered, “if you want to continue, I would gladly indulge you, Azriel.”

He didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her, why she was doing this, in a crowded café no less. But Azriel was way too uncomfortable to try to find out. He wrenched his arm away from her and was about to give her a piece of his mind when he saw it again: Elain’s gaze flickering to something behind him with a wicked smirk on her face. One of victory.

Hoping against hope it wasn’t what he feared it was, Azriel turned around. And it was like time itself had stopped. For there, at the entrance of the café, with tears streaming down her face, stood his girlfriend, his nightingale. A millennia could pass and Azriel would not forget the raw pain, the betrayal shining in her eyes amidst the tears.

No. No. No. No. No. This is not happening. This cannot be happening.

He took one step toward her, to explain, to make her understand he had no fault in what she had seen. But before he could, his nightingale turned around and left the café.

Not knowing what to do, Azriel followed after her to see her almost running away from him.

“Love! Please! Listen to me, its not what it looks like,” Azriel begged, anguish lacing every word.

“Oh please Azriel. Do you know how typical you sound right now?” He did, Cauldron he did. But she had to understand…

“Darling I would never hurt you like that. I don’t even know why she was there… or how… but you have to understand… she kissed me! I pulled away… I would never do that to you,” Azriel let out. He knew his fragmented thoughts probably didn’t make much sense. But panic and fear were making it difficult to come up with something cohesive.

“Really, Azriel? You don’t know what she was doing there?! For Cauldron sake, Azriel! I know you called her there. You know, if you wanted to break up with me, you should have done it yourself like a man. You didn’t have to use her for it!” his nightingale spat at him.

What? Break up with her? Break up with the one blessing the Mother had bestowed upon him? What the hell was she talking about?

“Love… I don’t…”

“You don’t what? Huh? Have any need for me anymore? Well you don’t have to worry about me getting in the way, please go enjoy your life with your darling Elain?” His girlfriend yelled, throwing out Elain’s name like it was poison.

Vaguely he sensed Elain coming up behind them. How did she catch up with them? His love spat out a wry laugh, before saying,

“Look, she’s here to get you Azriel. Go be with your love.”

Before he could refute it, Elain jumped in,

“Its okay, Azriel. I told her everything. She’s not in the way anymore. We can be together now!”

“Elain, have you lost your mind? What the hell are you doing? Why are you doing this? You-”

“Cut the act Azriel. Go. Enjoy your life.”

And with that his nightingale walked away for good, taking the shattered pieces of his heart and soul with her.

… … … … … … … … … … … …

Azriel stood in that spot like a blubbering fish for Cauldron knows how long. He was smarter than this. He was quicker than this. He knew that. But for some reason his mind felt addled, like it was submerged in some murky fog. He couldn’t think straight for some reason.

What the fuck had just happened? Did it truly happen? No, it had to be a nightmare. It had to be. He didn’t just lose the love of his life. He didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to bear it.

Azriel had almost convinced himself of his own delusion, when Elain’s rustling snapped him out of his daze. The woman had the gall to walk away after everything she just did. Not so fast. He grabbed her by the arm and yelled in her face, propriety and etiquette long forgotten,

“WHAT THE FUCK ELAIN? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO?”

She wrenched her arm back and held her head up high when responding, as if she just had just committed some honorable deed,

“I did what I had to. You were never there Azriel. I always tried to talk to you… but you were never there. And to find out that it’s because of her! Some commoner! I couldn’t bear it. But she’s not here anymore, Azriel, we can be together!”

“What?! Are you hearing yourself Elain? I don't love you! Not like that, I never have-”

“BUT I LOVE YOU! WHY ISN’TTHAT ENOUGH!” Elain screamed back.

“You’re out of your mind. You… how did you even find out?”

“Cassian told me,” Elain replied calmly, her demeanor immediately changing. There was something seriously wrong with her.

But her words were what caused his world to stop spinning.

“What?”

“Cassian told me. He saw the two of you together the other day and told me that I would find you here today as well.”

His mind was reeling. Cassian knew too? How? He had been so careful with everything? How had it slipped past him so easily?

Elain patted his shoulder one last time before saying,

“We’re meant to be together, Azriel. I love you so much that I’ll ignore this commoner you were sullying yourself with. She might have left you. But I’m always here for you with open arms.”

And then Elain left, simply and quietly. As if she had not sentenced Azriel to a life without the one happiness he had salvaged for himself in this cruel world.

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Cassian POV:

Cassian had been sharpening his blades in the training arena, waiting for the Valkyries to arrive, when he felt the wards shift. Someone had winnowed in. Before he could question who it was, he saw Azriel standing at the entrance.

Despite Nesta’s words, his immediate reaction at seeing his brother was one of annoyance. He doubted Azriel was here to confess so the continuing secrecy bothered him even now.

Any rant or anger that Cassian was planning on letting out, disappeared as he neared his brother. Azriel had tears streaming freely down his face, shoulders shaking from the sobs.

“How could you?”

Was all his brother let out. Cassian was at a complete loss for words. His brave stoic brother was falling apart before him and Cassian knew neither cause nor cure. His lion hearted brother who had bared five centuries of pain and trials and had never let out even a wince. And now… It seemed like something was tearing Azriel apart into shreds.

“Az, what’s wrong? I-

“How could you?” Azriel repeated, his sobs getting more and more violent. And each falling tear fell like acid on Cassian’s heart. All previous annoyance was replaced by an overwhelming urge to soothe and comfort.

“How could you? What did I ever do to you?” Azriel cried out again.

“Az… brother… I have no idea…”

“Oh don’t act stupid. Don’t act like you don’t know about my girlfriend!”

Oh. That is what this was about? Azriel knew that he knew? But why was he so upset about it? Cassian didn’t think him finding out warranted such a reaction-

“You knew and you send Elain there to ruin everything!”

What? Elain? What did she have anything to do with this?

“You ruined everything! My nightingale… she’s gone… she won’t even talk to me… She won’t look at me… And it’s all your fault!” Azriel let out in between hiccups of tears.

Cassian knew he had to intervene before Azriel spiraled into a full panic attack.

“Brother, calm down. Alright, yes I saw the two of you at the café, but I only told Nesta, I swear on it. I have no idea what you’re talking about, or what Elain has to do with anything.”

Azriel moved further away from him. The utter betrayal shining in his eyes made Cassian want to bury himself in the darkest corner of the world. He did not know what his fault was but he was ready to spend eternity atoning for it if it meant Azriel would no longer be in the pain he was so clearly in.

“DO NOT LIE TO ME!” Azriel roared, leaving Cassian stunned, “ You did this! You couldn’t bear it, could you? You couldn’t stand the fact that I was happy so you sent Elain to ruin everything. You always do this, you always have to take everything away from me!”

Before Cassian could ask for an explanation or beg for forgiveness for a crime he did not know, Azriel had winnowed away.

Alone, his mind was working on overdrive. What did Elain have to do with anything? Cassian was no fool. He had long been aware of the youngest Archeron sister’s affections for his brother. But he also knew his brother had never reciprocated those affections, had always seen Elain as nothing more than a friend.

How did she know about Azriel’s relationship? Nesta could not have told her. Despite how close the two sisters were, his mate had sworn to him and he knew Nesta enough to know that she did not go back on an oath. Had Elain somehow overheard them? And if she had, what could she possibly have done to cause Azriel so much pain?

So many questions were whirring through his head, not one of them had a coherent answer. But amidst the chaos, a singular thought rang the loudest, and it was one that pierced Cassian’s heart:

What have I done?

[todorokies]

THE ONE WHERE YOU REFUSE TO KEEP QUIET. . !

𝝑𝑒 contents: john marston x female reader, nsfw, modern au (sawry im a sucker for 'em), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (pretty & darling), pussy drunk john. . . 754 words

𝝑𝑒 a/n: dabbling in a diff fandom for my comeback to writing is crazy ik but i hope u all enjoy regardless :3 im rusty i alr know

“did i ever tell you about what happened at my work last week?”

you let out a shaky breath as you cautiously ran your fingers through the hair of the man who is currently situated between your legs, eagerly lapping at your dripping cunt collecting everything you could offer to him.

there’s a momentary lack of a response from your companion, your question hangs in the thin air as the crude sounds of squelching bounces off the walls alongside with your airy moans that seep out more than intended to.

you rack your fingers once more through his long hair and tug at his roots which aids as a warning.

with not enough force to seriously hurt him, but for a low guttural groan to escape from his chest causing small vibrations against your already sensitive pussy.

he apologetically sucks on your puffy clit before he comes up for air then replaces his hot mouth with two fingers to rub tight circles on your nub, “no, pretty, you haven’t. what happened at work?” he inquired with a strained expression on his face.

his pupils are blown out and unstable as he quickly shifts his focus between your glowy face and your pussy that’s aching to be stuffed by him. however, you were pretty adamant on him eating you out instead.

john ducks his head back in between the plush of your thighs continuing his ministrations, noticeably slowing his pace for you to get your words out.

you whine with a small buck of your hips, “apparently we’re having some budget cuts nggh in a f-few weeks. . . which —oh fuckk— also includes employees.”

“uh-huh?” john mumbles against you. your words enter one of his ear and exits the other, more focused on alternating from long vertical strides from your hole to your clit then skillfully circling around it with his tongue.

his calloused hand grips at your ass pulling you even closer to his face in attempt at get every last drop.

“y-yeah, and my manager had the damn nerve to—mghm keep doing that and i’ll cum~”

your chest heaves as john spreads open your folds to dip his tongue into your pussy, visibly enjoying the way you desperately clench around the wet muscle.

he deeply chuckles and you shiver due to his stubble scratching at your skin, “what did your manager do, darling?” he incoherently slurs his words but you were able to pick it up.

“she broke the news during rush hour. i-i mean what a bitch, right!”

“a bitch indeed,” he affirms as he slowly pushes two fingers in your wet hole, ogling at the way you take his digits with ease, fully coating them with your slick.

you throw your head backwards against the leather couch that’s supporting your back. you once again find residence in his black locks, roughly tugging this time around.

a broken whimper lively dances off your lips as your eyes roll back; you could feel the coil forming in the pit of your stomach.

“feels so good… don’t fuckin' stop..” you mindlessly ushered out. the sensation of his fingers pumping in and out, dragging against your tight walls as well as the added pleasure of his tongue swirling and suckling at your sensitive clit almost has you over the edge.

just when john finally thought he’d shut you up for good this time, your lewd moans and pants get broken down till you find the strength to add another comment about your dilemma.

“a-and there’s talk of my f-favourite coworker—”

“—ya know, how about you tell me the rest of ya little story after i make you cum.” john interrupts your soon-to-be babbling session, stopping all of his movements altogether.

he places a chaste kiss onto your clit and looks at you for permission to continue. you nod with a squeaky whine, already dizzy and eager for him to resume.

“oh darling, what am i ever gonna do with you?” he whispered against your cunt as he continued pumping his fingers at a steady albeit fast pace and quickly reattached his mouth back on your clit.

you soon cum hard on his fingers followed by a few more tugs at his hair to signal you were ready to tap out.

he licks his fingers, maintaining eye contact as he groans loudly at the taste of you. so sweet. . .just for him.

his voice is hoarse as he slips your panties back on and then gives you his undivided attention,

“so…what was that about your favourite coworker?”

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

[thebroccolination]

Hi Key, your post is the second I've seen that hinted at Joss but without further explanation. He generally has a positive public perception and I only know him from 3WBF (which I liked), so I'm curious where this shift in perception is coming from recently.

Would you mind making a post or directing me to where I can learn more about his general...situation.

I apologize if this is intrusive since I know you don't like to engage in Fandom Drama and like to keep your space positive, but I don't have XTwitter and his Tumblr tag is usually quite dead.

Thank you in advance!

Why I Don't Fuck with Joss: An Extremely Academic Essay of Words and Screenshots

Hi Anon!

I normally would have DM'd you an answer to this, but since you sent the ask anonymously and you were very kind in how you asked, I didn't want to ignore you.

However, two things:

I do generally make it a policy to keep my negative personal thoughts about certain actors to private conversations or, y'know, Discord servers, just to keep it off public platforms where toxicity is already rampant. In this case, though, I think the situation is interesting enough to comment on. (Plus, y'know, I'm amazed he was even managing a comeback when he's been known to Be Like This for years.)

I didn't get a lot of primary sources for this post because quite frankly I don't like Joss and I don't want to look at his face any more than I already have. However, friends who've been following this more closely than I have were able to verify that there are sources out there for everything I'm going to mention. Just, y'know, don't use me or this post as a source. This isn't one of my Citations Included Posts, this is just a Why I Don't Fuck with This Guy Post.

So, for context, I made this post last month, and someone made a more explicitly worded reblog here that's honestly better if you're going in without any context.

Essentially, Joss has had a dodgy reputation for years, but I think because fan turnover is high in interfandom and he's never been in a BL series before, most interfans just know Joss as A Tall Man Who Likes Sportsball.

But when I got into Thai BL back in 2020, Joss was one of the first actors I heard of as ~Problematique~ so I looked into him, and what I learned made me go, "Ew," so I just keenly ignored him from then on. (General gross stuff like the Domundi boob-grabbing prank and some assorted Dudebro comments about women. I don't remember specifics anymore because he was barely on my radar, but a friend at the time who'd been in fandom longer basically told me, "Yeah, that's Joss, lol.")

Interestingly, before JossGawin became a thing, most interfans were rooting for JossLuke, but I think given how vocally left-leaning Luke has proven to be, I wouldn't be surprised if Luke saw the prospect of tying his public reputation to Joss and went, "lol no goddamn thank you."

Gawin, on the other hand, seems to be down for whatever GMMTV wants him to do, so he probably just sees Joss as a colleague he makes out with (acting is a weird job). He went to high school in western Pennsylvania, he has white relatives on his dad's side, and he hangs out with the Gym Dudes of GMMTV, so I'm sure he's completely desensitized and is one of those guys who thinks, "Nah," but doesn't go so far as to say, "Not cool, dude." The Gawin Caskey Method seems to be: throw a basketball, make out with a dude on camera, go home and eat an edible. Dismount.

Unfortunately, even though Gawin's never really made any political statements or taken any major stand for the queer community, he's gained goodwill that some people are now calling into question because of Joss.

Anyway, apparently Joss used to follow Andrew Tate on Twitter until Tate was suspended, so it seems a lot of people assumed Joss unfollowed Tate, but yeah, between the sexist comments, Boobgate, and admiring Joe Rogan, that was enough for me to physically recoil from the screen when I saw the teaser for MGB.

Okay NOW, everything from this point onward is new stuff I've learned over the past month that made me go, "Oh. So he's worse now."

Joss has apparently had that Joe Rogan quote pinned to his Twitter account since 2020, but people just shrugged it off because they like his man stomach or something? (I don't find him attractive, but even if I did, I truly don't understand how he made it this far. It feels like he's been pretty firmly canceled every year since I got here, honestly.)

I also didn't like him weight-shaming Gawin. There's some older clip of him calling Gawin fat, and I know in Asia it's more common to comment on other people's bodies and weight, but I also recently found out that he got Gawin a meat cake for his birthday because idk actual cake is for pussies? (Sorry, Anon, I was trying to aim for an objective tone but I abandoned it because I reeeally don't like this man.) And apparently a lot of JG fanservice is just Joss and Gawin at the gym so Joss can teach Gawin self-control or something? I've had their tag blocked from the beginning, so you'll have to look into that if you're curious.

Ah, and at some point in the last few months, Joss was apparently asked what his "type" is and he said something like "white, skinny English-speaking Europeans/Americans"(?) Which apparently made Asian women go, "Hey, c'mere real quick: good. Bye."

I also thought it was a huge red flag that Joss has been in the industry for years, and his domestic fanbase is still quite small. Others have pointed out that very few fan interactions with him are in Thai, and he's clearly courting a western audience both in his individual engagement and by partnering with a mixed American actor. When he did the LGBTQ+ panel last summer, apparently the reaction from Thai commenters was, "lmao why Joss?" not, "Oh yes, of course, Joss!"

So it seems like GMMTV has been trying to do a rebrand for Joss using Gawin and interfans more generally since Joss speaks English and interfans don't generally seek out the resources to do research. Remember last year when GMMTV announced that Y-MIND script competition? It was originally domestic only, but after Thai fans overwhelmingly went, "The contract terms here are wildly exploitative, so fuck off," GMMTV rereleased the promotional material in English and went, "HEY INTERFANS WANNA SEND US STUFF :D?"

That told me they really don't think especially highly of us.

On December 15th, someone pointed out that Joss didn't just follow Trump on Twitter, he also followed a ton of extreme alt-right accounts on Instagram. Not normal political figures, either. Obscure figures like Pearl, Candace Owens, that guy who was saying Your Body My Choice, and Andrew Tate's right-hand man, and more! Some of his fans tried to point out that he follows progressive Thai politicians, but as far as the American side, he only followed alt-right conservative accounts with zero liberal accounts.

Though, in fairness, someone did point out that Joss also follows famous progressive Democratic figures [checks notes] comedian Chris Rock and basketball player Stephen Curry.

So. Whoohoo for that, amirite?

Since Joss's fans weren't having much success defending him on their own, they threw some @'s at his account to get him to make some kind of statement that would somehow explain away why he was following a deep, deep alt-right fanatic like Pearl. (Spoiler: He didn't.)

The JossGawin International fan club even released the above statement to address the issue, then received such alarmingly vitriolic backlash from the JossGawin fandom for "betraying" Joss that the fanclub decided to deactivate entirely. (I have no idea if they reactivated or not, since I stopped keeping up with this whole debacle shortly afterward.)

One Thai(?) JossGawin fan actually seems to have used ChatGPT to create an English comment to chastise the fanclub for their lack of support in Joss's dire times:

Amusingly, rather than address his fans' concerns or unfollow any of the accounts causing the chaos, Joss instead just started deleting any comment on his Instagram that called on him to comment.

Five days later, he unfollowed 137 accounts. No idea how many of those were alt-right extremists and how many were just extra padding to make it look like a general cleanse, but it was at least fifty last I heard, and the fact that 1) it took him nearly a week to do anything but delete the comments calling him out, and 2) his first tweet after this whole mess was a quote-retweet of GMMTV's message welcoming Barcode into the company saying, "lol this kid looks like if me and Gawin had a baby" just goes to show how unthreatened he feels.

After all, Joss has been this way for years, and his upcoming series with Gawin is probably going to do numbers regardless. He's successfully rebuilt his stagnant career off the support of interfans, and he knows he'll be fine.

Even Foei has a show with Tay! We're all good here. \:D/

So yeah! That's why I don't fuck with Joss. \:D/

This'll be the last I say on Joss publicly.

I just figured I'd make one all-encompassing post so I can link back to this in case anyone asks why I'm not supporting any of Gawin's projects with Joss. It's a shame because I do really like Gawin, but this isn't even a hard choice for me to make.

Oh, and while we're on the subject: the director of MGB, Ark, is also Not a Good Dude by all accounts I've heard from multiple people who've interacted with him privately. I mean, he sure is queer, but he's also said to be a misogynist with some white-people-worshipping tendencies. He doesn't have the highest opinion of BL fandom in general, either, especially when you look back on his whole direction of IT'S NOT A BL Shadow. Just, y'know, another reminder that queer people aren't Virtuous or Evil by nature. We're a big ole clusterfuck of nuance, so you don't have to support MGB for Ark just because he's a queer man. I have zero proof that I can share publicly, so you don't have to take my word for it. Just, y'know, in case you were on the fence, I've heard he's a dick.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go write absolutely filthy gay porn to purify myself from writing Joss's name so many times.

[hana-no-seiiki]

This is generally such a stupid ask but I feel like it would be.. Chaotic? At the very least amusing

Anyways

Batfam x Nicole from Class of 09! Reader

Do what you want (etc make it romantic or platonic, doesn't matter)

Just the batfam (yandere ofc) dealing with a chick who loves to ruin lives for her amusement and sometimes for revenge

Istg she'll just bully them at any chance she gets

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I just binged watched Class of ‘09 and all its endings/choices for you non. I don’t think I can fully depict how brash wittiness of Nicole is but here I go! (I am so traumatized) Didn’t know that’s where “No I’m flirting with you flash me a tiddy bitch” came from no wonder Nicole sounded so familiar.

btw if people are interested in watching class of ‘09 just be warned it’s basically a VN version of Degrees of Lewdity but the mc is actually a minor (without the sex/r*pe mechanic though) and it depicts a lot of just… pedophilia, necrophilia, assault, su*c*de, school shootings, racism??, BE WARNED.

The following content above ^ might be mentioned in this fic but in passing. MASSIVE DDDNE WARNING.

I don’t think I’m comfortable writing stepcest/incest in this blog so despite how perfect it’ll be to make Bruce your step father considering Nicole’s mom has divorced like a hundred times…maybe ask me in @yoru-no-seiiki and I’ll be down for it.

THIS IS ADMITTEDLY TIM + DAMIAN CENTRIC

“Do you even care? Do the results of your actions mean anything to you?”

“Yeah when they affect me, sure.”

You were a bitch. There was no denying that. But you were a pretty one. One many would grovel to be under.

You were used to this, ever since you reached a certain age people just looked at you different, acted in a way that… made you think they were boring, utter losers.

One of those losers was Tim’s friend.

Like all the stupid, horny men in your life, you hung out with him once and he spilled everything there was that you could share.

To the entire campus, the internet, even the news.

And because you were pretty, you got off scot-free. Those morons didn’t even check to see what you’ve been doing the past decade.

Except Tim. Timothy Drake. You only knew that his dad was super rich, and as much as it was tempting to sink your teeth into him and get a load of that daddy’s money, you knew better.

He apparently didn’t.

You see there was one thing every batfam member couldn’t resist. Well, two things. The first was saving people.

The second? Fixing them.

When Tim first approached you he was confused.

You were quite the popular figure in Uni. He heard the rumors. He fully expected to be cussed out to hell and back.

But you were… nice. Agreeable at most really. Brash was an understatement. But you were witty. Your comebacks were swift and deadly.

The more he studied stalked you the more he realized that the two of you were the same.

Two bright people stuck with dull idiots.

And Tim? Tim interested you enough for you to not to completely drop him after the first week. That and most of your bullying probably wouldn’t bode well towards the son of a billionaire.

He was smart, even more so than that nerd friend of his that you destroyed the life of. But more importantly he actually had some tact, and was surprisingly packed underneath all those baggy clothes.

Tim had to admit he was kind of forgetting his entire purpose of ‘fixing’ you.

Until you manipulated yet another guy into jumping off a school building for you. Thankfully he survived because Red Robin happened to be there to apprehend him but still!

And what’s worse, you met up with him afterwards talking about how that Red Robin ruined all your plans of crippling a r*pist.

Wait, a r*pist?

Tim looks through your past victims once more. Admitted he only did a surface level job of studying them in comparison to his PhD level knowledge on everything about you specifically.

And…you were right. Every guy you’ve harassed was being pushy with you in the first place, if not people with authority a decade older.

Fuck.

Well now he had no excuse. He had to make you his.

Meanwhile…

“Ugh, Damian. Can’t you tell your brother to like, fuck off or something? I can feel my social standing totally plummet every second he’s around. How do you handle being related to him?” You groaned. You weren’t fucking stupid. You knew Tim was stalking and drooling all over you lately. You hated it. He was ruining your chances with your new victims.

“Jeez [Y/N]. And here I thought you were like, into him.” Jessica, your actual crush and best friend, commented as she filed her nails.

You being the emotional stunted adult you were only replied with an (admittedly softer) “Eat a sandpaper cock and die bitch.”

Damian stared at you, the words die before they crawl out of his mouth. His hands clenched underneath the lunch tables.

Guess he had another thing to steal from his brother this time.