#anyway it’s still over i’m just complaining

[mattnottrecs]

good fucking morning to me and everyone else reading this masterpiece, because my humor is already on point after this 😼

theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on - a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo's right one thrown over theo's left thigh, and their hands were on each other's cocks.

first of all, i’m imagining this and let me tell you, what a good image my brain made me see, thank you for that. second of all, i was expecting everything but not this (kinda surprised, but i’m not complaining at all). in fact, this just made more 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ than anything I NEED TO SEE THIS

"baaaaby," mattheo drawled, giving you a stupidly adorable grin and extending an arm towards you, making a grabby hand in your direction.

i just came to the conclusion that this reader lives my dream life, and now i’m proud of her but jealous :( i want mattheo to call me baby while he’s being taking care off :’)

they exchanged a look and simultaneously dropped their hands from their cocks.

theo's lips were parted, and mattheo was wetting his, taking shallow breaths through his mouth.

you write so well that i could totally see everything happening in my mind. please, this is so so so well executed 😫

your tongue swirled around, gathering his slickness, and you pulled away enough to spit it back, your fingers spreading the liquid along his entire length before diving back in.

she’s having her best meal and i’m here rotting in my bed, reading about her while she executes my dream, but it’s okay because it’s kira’s writing, so i can experience a part of it myself 😤

— pause because i need to talk about the smut; genuinely, i forgot to take screenshots of my favorite parts because everything was so fucking good. i was reading and squeezing my legs the entire time. the way they grabbed the reader’s hair and squeezed her throat had me BAWLING MY EYES OUT, and i was drooling because fuck you, the imagery is fucking perfect. i need both so bad

they were now lazily and sloppily making out, catching their own breaths after their intense orgasms.

his thumb rubbing soft circles on the flushed skin. they were adorable like that, and truthfully, you could watch them for hours.

they’re adorable, but i lowkey need to be included 👩‍💼

but you still had your arousal unattended to. both of them shifted their attention when you cleared your throat, identical smirks appearing on their lips when they saw your raised eyebrow. you definitely weren't leaving the dressing room any time soon.

kira, you CANNOT leave and leave me here. you better do something right NOW.

anyway (i’m mad) BUT THIS WAS SO GOOD, need them need them need them need them need them need them need them 😔😡

⋆౨ৎ bassist!reader helps drummer!mattheo and lead singer!theo unwind after a show

nav // aus / band au // more

finally writing for this au. couldn’t get this out of my head for a while now, and it’s also my first time properly writing a threesome of any kind, so hopefully you enjoy <3

warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use, oral threesome, blowjob turned rough, throat bulge, gagging, some spitting, masturbation (m receiving), mutual masturbation (m x m), bi mattheodore, praise, cursing

lorenzo went off somewhere again – probably to the tour bus to have fun with another groupie. you were just a little miffed about that, because you wanted to get some, enzo was the first to volunteer before the other two could get a word in, and now he was nowhere to be seen. you couldn’t be too mad at him, though – he’d always been a lighthead, in more ways than one.

you walked into your shared dressing room and were immediately greeted by a sight that wasn’t a surprise, yet never failed to amuse you. theo and mattheo were sprawled on the couch next to each other, passing a joint between them. mattheo was completely naked and theo only had his concert tank top on – a tight and cropped little black thing that perfectly showed off the lean muscles of his torso. their legs were spread, mattheo’s right one thrown over theo’s left thigh, and their hands were on each other’s cocks.

they lazily jerked each other off, unhurried and completely relaxed, the weed seemingly taking effect by that point. once the door behind you closed, both of them looked at you with cheeky, knowing smirks on their faces. theo blew out a small whiff of smoke and put out the joint against the table next to the couch, leaning further back into the plush surface.

"baaaaby," mattheo drawled, giving you a stupidly adorable grin and extending an arm towards you, making a grabby hand in your direction. you chuckled, shaking your head, and made a few slow steps towards the boys. they didn’t even think of stopping what they were doing, their hands still moving up and down on each other’s hard and, as you could notice under the dim lighting of the room, dripping cocks. you knew that they got especially horny under the influence, which amused you even more, but also gave you a perfect idea.

without a word, you knelt on the floor in front of them, and they perked up a bit, though their poses were still as relaxed as ever. they exchanged a look and simultaneously dropped their hands from their cocks. mattheo put his by his sides on the couch, and theo rested one on his stomach, the other one ending up on mattheo’s thigh. both of them gazed at you with as much hunger as their glassy eyes and widened pupils allowed; theo’s lips were parted, and mattheo was wetting his, taking shallow breaths through his mouth.

"cazzo, principessa… come sei dolce," theo murmured, a content smile quirking up his lips as your hands started kneading their thighs, approaching their aching cocks inch by inch. mattheo hummed in agreement, all of you having gotten used to theo’s italian by now and even starting to understand some stuff.

"you’re dolce," you answered, a teasing lilt to your voice, and theo chuckled in response, undoubtedly at your accent. his chuckle stuttered, turning into a low moan as your hands finally wrapped around their lengths, mattheo’s grunt joining him with more volume.

you didn’t spend too much time jerking them off since they did a pretty good job on that themselves – by the amount of precum leaking from their tips you could tell it wouldn’t take them too long to cum, and you wanted a taste before that happened. you scooted a bit to the right, mattheo being the first whose cock ended up in your mouth. your tongue swirled around, gathering his slickness, and you pulled away enough to spit it back, your fingers spreading the liquid along his entire length before diving back in.

"fuck," he breathed out, his hand loosely clutching the edge of the couch as his half-lidded eyes roamed over your face, fixated on your lips wrapped around him in the most enticing way. slowly, you started sucking, hollowing out your cheeks to provide more friction, while stroking theo’s dick at the same time. both of them were moaning above you, their hips twitching up every other second, and theo still had some sense in his hazy mind to caress mattheo’s thigh, which only made the latter’s pleasure more intense.

a couple of minutes later, when you started feeling theo getting restless, the movements of his hips growing a bit more sloppy, you pulled away from mattheo. he barely noticed, too lost in the world of bliss, especially since the stimulation never stopped, your hand coming in to take the place of your lips. you switched to the other side, finally taking theo’s cock into your mouth, which made him groan and impatiently grab your hair. you giggled but decided not to tease, since it was painfully obvious just how eager he was. you head started bobbing up and down as you sucked theo off, the sounds getting wetter and wetter from the amount of drool you produced due to theo being deliciously big. you choked a bit when his tip slipped into your throat, but you quickly adjusted – you were pretty used to his size already.

when you felt his cock starting to throb, you took it as a sign of him getting close, which prompted you to switch to mattheo again. a low, needy growl rumbled in his chest as he caught the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around him, his hips instantly rutting up, pushing his entire length right down your throat. you gagged again as you felt his thick cock stretching out your walls, and you were pretty sure that if you placed a hand on your throat, you’d feel his tip grinding against it from the inside. mattheo was very clearly impatient, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as he started shoving you up and down. he had always had a thing for throatfucking, and you didn’t mind at all, eagerly allowing him to use you as a means to get off.

theo was watching the scene through his thick eyelashes, moaning louder from time to time when your hand squeezed him just a bit tighter. when mattheo started getting close, he immediately caught that. without a word, his head turned to the side, and his hand made its way up mattheo’s body to the back of his head. theo pulled him into a messy kiss, his fingers getting tangled in mattheo’s curls, both of them groaning against each other’s lips. when you looked up, met by the sight of your boys passionately making out, you felt the heat that had been building up in your stomach increase tenfold, and you knew right that moment that you had to make them finish as soon as possible to take care of your needs too. you picked up the pace under mattheo’s insistent hand, and soon, he was loudly panting against theo, string after string of his cum releasing into your mouth.

you quickly lapped up the remnants and switched to theo, who was already on the very edge. as your lips closed around him, his hips pushed up, and you knew you’d be hoarse as hell the next day when his tip roughly hit the back of your throat. theo desperately licked into mattheo’s mouth, the latter’s jaw still hanging slack as he came down from his high, and in a matter of seconds, his cum was also dripping down your throat, hot and slightly bitter from his constant smoking.

you were breathless when you pulled away, and your throat was already starting to hurt, but a smile spread on your face at the sight of the guys on the couch. they were now lazily and sloppily making out, catching their own breaths after their intense orgasms. theo’s hand was carding through mattheo’s hair, making him let out quiet little moans into theo’s mouth, while mattheo’s hand cradled the other boy’s cheek, his thumb rubbing soft circles on the flushed skin. they were adorable like that, and truthfully, you could watch them for hours. but you still had your arousal unattended to. both of them shifted their attention when you cleared your throat, identical smirks appearing on their lips when they saw your raised eyebrow. you definitely weren’t leaving the dressing room any time soon.

[azzifudd]

as long as i live

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary: inspired by jensen mcrae's massachusetts

rated: teen

4.9k words

disclaimer: fictional!

notes: well! i'm not exactly coming out of retirement, but according to google docs i started writing this in june 2024 which seems wild to me. i pushed myself to finish it up so i could post it for you guys, if anyone's even still interested in reading my stuff. it's a bit different from stuff i've written before but i hope you guys like it anyways. listen to the song while you read, it's great :)

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When someone tells me they're from Massachusetts, now I always ask, "What part?"

“So, where are you from?” 

Part of Azzi cringes inside as she asks such a cliche and boring question, but this is the second blind date she’s been on in the past month, and her social battery is at an all time low. At this point, her date is lucky that she isn’t talking about the weather.

“Born and raised in Minnesota, but I moved out here after college for work.” Her date, Savannah, takes a sip of water, tongue darting out to catch a stray drop that hangs off the corner of full lips. 

Minnesota. Azzi feels her heart stutter at the word. 

“Oh, where in Minnesota?” 

“It’s a small town, you’ve probably never heard of it.” 

It doesn’t even matter, but Azzi wants to know, needs to know.

“Falcon Heights. It’s where the-“

“The State Fair.” Azzi interrupts. “That’s where the State Fair is held.” 

“You’ve heard of it?” 

“I’ve been before, I had a…” Azzi hesitates for just a moment too long. “A friend from Minnesota. We used to go every year.” 

“Maybe I can take you back someday.” Savannah smiles flirtatiously, but it drops when she sees how Azzi is staring off into the distance, unresponsive and trapped in a memory long since passed. 

Azzi gags as she watches Jose bend over a trash can, emptying the contents of his stomach after a clearly too intense roller coaster. 

Their mom rubs a hand along his back as he finally straightens up, face pale and sweaty. 

“I guess this is a good time to finish up our night.” 

They’ve been at the State Fair for over 12 hours at this point, and even though the place is still fairly packed, Jose and Jon have been visibly flagging for a while, and Jose’s sickness is a clear sign for them to start heading home.

“But we haven’t even gone on the ferris wheel yet.” Azzi complains, pouting.

“The line looks long, honey. I’m not sure your brothers will make it.”

“I’ll stay with her.” Paige pipes up. “And my dad can pick us up after we’re done.” 

Azzi bounces excitedly on her heels, gripping Paige’s arm with both hands. 

“Please, please, please?” 

Tim and Katie exchange a look, clearly having an unspoken discussion. Soon Tim shrugs, leaving the decision up to his wife. 

“She’ll be safe with me, Mrs. Fudd.” Paige says, so sweetly earnest in the way only a 16 year old can be. She still hasn’t gotten used to calling Azzi’s parents by their first names.

“Oh, I know that, sweetheart. I’m just worried about what sorts of trouble she might get you into.” 

Katie laughs as Azzi sticks her tongue at her.

“Okay, fine. Just keep an eye on your phones in case we need to get a hold of you.” 

“Thank you!” Azzi gives her parents kisses goodbye and hugs her little brothers before grabbing Paige by the hand and dragging her over to the ferris wheel. 

She’s so excited to ride that she doesn’t notice how quiet Paige is. Her friend normally hardly shuts up, but Azzi doesn’t realize how unlike herself Paige is acting until they’re being ushered into the gondola.

The metal car creaks loudly as it moves, sending them slowly up into the sky. 

“Paige? Are you okay?” 

Paige’s hands are tight around the metal lap bar, fingers pale as she squeezes it tight.

“Yeah!” She says, squeaking when they jolt to a sudden stop, about halfway to the top. 

“Are you afraid of heights?” Azzi asks, almost incredulously. Paige isn’t afraid of anything. She’s always ready to jump in head first, with hardly a thought to the consequences. They’d already ridden most of the roller coasters here without a problem.

“Hell no!” 

Azzi might be more convinced if her eyes weren’t squeezed shut as they started moving again.

“Why’d you agree to come on if you’re so scared?” 

“You wanted to.” 

Azzi feels blood rush to her face. She smiles shyly in response. No one has ever made her feel as special as Paige does, like everything she says matters. She presses close to Paige’s side as the ferris wheel screeches to a stop at the top. 

The view is spectacular. The lights from the rides, nothing compared to the brightness of the stars above them. But Azzi doesn’t look.

“Hey.”

She reaches over and grabs Paige’s hand with her left hand, pulling it from the bar and intertwining their fingers. With her right hand, she reaches up to gently grasp Paige’s chin. 

“Don’t look out there. Just look at me.” 

Paige’s eyes flutter open. Azzi’s mouth feels dry suddenly. She licks her lips watching as Paige’s gaze darts from Azzi’s eyes to her lips and back again. 

Her eyes shine under the light of the moon. They’re beautiful. Paige is so beautiful. Azzi’s heart pounds in her chest. This moment feels more dangerous than sitting hundreds of feet in the air with only a bar of metal keeping you safe. 

Paige leans in, so slow that Azzi knows she could pull away if she wanted to. She doesn’t. She leans in the rest of the way instead, and puts her heart in Paige Bueckers’ hands. 

//

I wonder if you kept the pilgrim ashtray if it's still propped up on your bar cart

“You’re home pretty early, how was it?” 

Colleen had called Azzi almost as soon as she had stepped through the door, which told Azzi that she had likely been checking her location through the night. She had been encouraging about it when Azzi had told her that a teammate was setting her up with a friend of theirs, someone from outside the basketball world. 

But Azzi knows Colleen is still holding out hope that she and Paige are meant to be. She hasn’t mentioned her to Azzi in months, not since the last time she’d had to comfort a drunk Azzi who had broken down just from hearing her name. 

“It was fine. I fucked it up, the usual.” 

Azzi pops the fridge open, pulling out a bottle of wine and grabbing the bottle opener on the door. The bottle opens with a pop and Azzi pours a full glass, takes a few big sips from it, before filling it again. 

“Oh, babe. What happened?” 

How can she explain that the mere mention of Paige’s home state had sent her into a spiral and that she’d had to make a stupid excuse to leave and now probably wouldn’t be able to face her teammate without making a fool of herself. 

“No biggie. We just weren’t compatible.” She takes another swig of wine. “I’m just gonna take a bath and go to bed.” 

“Okay, Azzi. I love you. You know I’m always here if you wanna talk.” 

“Love you too.” Azzi doesn’t know how she would have gotten through these past two years without her. 

Azzi heads into the bathroom, running the faucet to fill the tub. She goes to light one of the many scented candles she’s been gifted over the years, this one that claims to release a relaxing scent, just what she needs tonight. 

The lighter sputters weakly and doesn’t ignite. With a sigh, she heads back into the kitchen, digging into the junk drawer where she knows she has seen a box of matches. 

She finally finds it under a pile of old charging cables, but stops short when she sees what’s printed on it. It’s faded and worn, but the word Ted’s is still visible. 

She rubs her thumb over it. This pack of matches has somehow made the journey from Storrs all the way to her home in San Francisco. 

Azzi slides the cover off. There’s only one match left inside. 

The candle goes unlit. The match untouched. 

“Who wants shots!” Paige’s voice echoes through the bar.

It’s Azzi’s first time at Ted’s as an official member of the team, and Paige is clearly dedicating herself to making sure she has the best possible time. 

Azzi isn’t sure she’s seen Paige stop smiling since she moved into the dorms, and it must be infectious, because the butterflies in her stomach haven’t rested since the moment Paige showed up at her door to help move her in. 

“Paige, relax!” Christyn says, patting Paige on the head and laughing when Paige swats her away to fix her displaced hair.

“Here we go!” Liv comes back to the table holding a tray full of shots. 

The team gathers around, each taking a hold of one of the glasses. 

“To our new teammates. Welcome to UConn, and let’s win a national championship. Go Huskies!” They all throw back their shots at once. 

A few hours later, as Azzi dances with Caroline and Amari, Paige comes bouncing up to them, slipping her arms around Azzi’s waist and swaying behind her. 

She presses her face into the side of Azzi’s neck. “Come outside with me for a sec. Nika gave me a lil’ somethin’ if you wanna try.” 

Azzi nods and lets Paige lead her outside by the hand. It’s a lot less crowded outside, and the light breeze feels good against her sweat slicked skin. 

Paige guides her to a more secluded corner where a lone picnic table sits underneath some fairy lights strung along the patio. Paige sits with the bench between her legs, pulling Azzi to sit next to her. 

She pulls out a joint and wiggles her eyebrows at Azzi. 

“You wanna?” 

Azzi had never dared to try it in high school with her parents always around, but she wants to now. The season doesn’t start for months, and practice not for another week. She nods, eagerly. She knows that there’s no safer person for her to try this with than Paige, who would never let her get hurt. 

Paige passes the joint over. “Hold this for me for a sec.”

She pulls out a fresh box of matches, pulling one out and lighting it with a quick flick of her wrist. She holds it to the tip until it glows. 

“Go ahead.” 

Azzi hesitates for a moment. “I just breathe in?” 

“Mmhm.” Paige nods, watching with rapt attention as Azzi brings the joint up to her lips and inhales. 

A hacking cough bursts out of her throat before the smoke can even hit her lungs. 

Paige laughs as she rubs Azzi’s back. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” she chokes out when she can finally breathe.

“Okay, okay,” Paige holds up her hands in apology. “Here, let’s try another way.” 

She takes hold of the joint, sliding closer until their legs are touching. She brings it to her lips, inhaling deeply and holding the smoke in her chest. Then she leans in, giving Azzi a chance to pull away. When she edges just a bit closer instead, Paige seals their lips together, exhaling when Azzi’s mouth opens against hers. 

She keeps them pressed together until she feels Azzi breathe in deep. When she pulls back, Paige keeps their foreheads pressed together.

“How was that?” She asks, voice raspy. 

In response, Azzi just hooks a hand around Paige’s neck and kisses her again. 

//

Could make a grand off of the chain you bought me, but goddamn, it's not for sale

“Azzi!” 

Azzi barely has a moment to steel herself before Nika nearly bowls her over in a hug. 

“I’ve missed you so much.” Azzi says, returning the hug. They hadn’t seen each other since the last time their teams had matched up, but with both teams now out of playoff contention, they had decided to get dinner while Nika was in town.

They spend the night catching up, telling stories and reminiscing about old times, both often changing the subject when it approached the elephant in the room. 

When they’re both three cocktails deep, Nika finally asks, “Do you think you’ll go to the Finals?” 

Azzi knows that the girls have been planning a reunion to see Paige play in her first Finals. She’s sure that it hasn’t gone unnoticed that she hasn’t said anything in the group chat. 

“Of course.” 

She hadn’t told anyone, but she’d booked the ticket the minute the Lynx had clinched their series. Nothing could keep her away. Her hand goes up to fiddle with her necklace subconsciously. 

“That’s great, Azzi. I know she wants you there, more than anything.” 

Nika’s eyes flicker down to where her fingers are toying with the chain. She drops her hand. The charm bounces against her chest. To this day, she can’t explain why she still wears it, just that it’s become like a part of her.

The first thing that Azzi notices when she wakes up, is that there’s someone asleep beside her. It isn’t the strangest occurrence in this house. Sometimes one of her brothers will fall asleep next to her, or one of the dogs will come in seeking her warmth. 

But this body is pressed against her back, a heavy arm slung around her waist. Even the way their breath puffs against her neck is familiar. But the only person Azzi wants to be sharing a bed with is hundreds of miles away, so Azzi turns to lay on her back, her wrapped leg only protesting a little. A wave of blonde hair covers her face. 

“What?” She whispers, because this shouldn’t be possible. She swears she had just fallen asleep talking with Paige about the team’s resounding victory in Aaliyah’s home country. 

Her phone still rests next to her head. When she wakes the screen up, there’s one unread message from the night before. 

Paige💗

See you soon, baby 💗😘

She nudges at Paige’s side, suddenly too impatient to wait for her to wake up. Paige groans, but she opens her eyes, blinking blearily and clearly exhausted. She smiles wide when she sees Azzi. 

“Hey.”

“What the fuck?” Azzi murmurs, still a little bit stunned, and presses close to kiss Paige deeply. 

“Never been happier to miss a night of sleep.” Paige says when they part, smirking.

Azzi whacks her on the shoulder, but gives her another light peck. “What are you doing here?” 

“I missed you. Merry Christmas.” 

Azzi is leaning in to kiss her again when her dad’s voice comes echoing down the stairs. “If y’all are awake, breakfast is almost ready.” 

“Okay!” 

Azzi throws the blanket off of her body, sitting up. 

“Hold on a sec.” Paige walks over to where her duffel bag has been dumped by the door, digging through it. 

She walks back and sits down next to Azzi, holding onto a black box. 

“I know Christmas isn’t actually for a few days, but I can’t wait any longer.” 

Azzi takes the box in her hands, feeling the softness of the velvet under her fingers. She opens it to reveal a silver heart encrusted with diamonds dangling from a delicate chain. It looks a lot like a necklace that already sits in her jewelry box, except this one has an infinity symbol embedded within the heart. 

Azzi feels choked up all of a sudden. The meaning of the symbol is not lost on her. She puts the box down on her lap and raises a hand to cup Paige’s cheek. 

“I love it. I love you.” 

Paige leans their foreheads together. “It’s a forever kinda thing. Just like us.” 

//

You broke me to pieces, but I root for you even though everything went up in flames

The buzzer sounds, and the Minnesota crowd is silent. It’s the end of the third quarter, and the Liberty are leading the Lynx by seventeen. Even from up in the suite, Azzi can see how bad Paige’s body language is, how she’s already beating herself up for the loss even though there’s still ten minutes left in the game. 

The camera focuses on Paige, seated at the bench, staring off into the distance even as her coach speaks in the huddle. Azzi stands suddenly, startling KK. 

“Where are you going?” 

“I have to get down there.” She’s not quite sure how she’ll get to the bench, but she’ll figure it out when she gets there.

Luckily when she makes it down there, she bumps into Paige’s agent Lindsay, who greets her with a hug. 

“Azzi!” She looks surprised to see Azzi. “What are you doing down here? I thought you and the other girls were up in one of the boxes.”

“Hey.” She replies, distractedly. “Do you think you could get me courtside?”

Lindsay gives her a slightly pitying look. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“I know it is.” Azzi says, absolutely certain. She knows, at least, that she has to try. 

Lindsay leads her to her seat, just a few rows behind the home bench. The Lynx have cut the lead to thirteen, but there’s still a steep hill to climb with less than half a quarter of the game left. When one of the Liberty passes skips out of bounds, the Paige’s coach calls a timeout to steady the team. 

Paige stomps back to the bench, clearly frustrated and lifts her jersey to wipe the sweat from her face. As she reaches the bench, she finally looks up, eyes locking with Azzi’s. She freezes. 

Azzi smiles at her, and taps a hand on her chest where the number 5 rests proudly on her chest. 

“Breathe.” She mouths. “You got this.” 

Paige finally blinks. Azzi sees her take a deep breath, and then another. She nods at Azzi before taking a seat on the bench and listening as her coach speaks. Then she’s sticking her head in the huddle and taking charge. 

Her teammates all watch with attention, swept up in her emotions. Azzi misses it sometimes, the way Paige could make you believe you could accomplish anything just because she believed in you.

The buzzer goes off, signaling the end of the timeout. As she heads back onto the floor, Paige turns back toward Azzi. She rests a hand over her heart and then points back to Azzi. Her teammate inbounds the ball to her. 

In the remaining minutes, Paige outscores the Liberty all by herself, and the Lynx come back to win game one.

“Congratulations, Ms. Rookie of the Year.” 

Azzi steps up to Paige, wrapping her arms around her neck and leaning in to kiss her. Paige has been talking with the press all day, and Azzi hasn’t seen her since she left the apartment this morning.

Paige turns her head, and Azzi’s lips land on her cheek as she turns her head to check one end of the hallway, and then the other. They can hear the sound of a door opening in the distance, and Paige flinches minutely. 

Azzi drops her arms and steps back, eyes focusing on the ground.

“Hey.” Paige looks down, making eye contact with her. “I’m sorry.” 

“I know.” And Azzi does know. She knows Paige really is sorry, and that it’s not just something she’s saying to appease her. It doesn’t make it hurt any less. 

Still, she throws a smile on her face. “You ready to head out?” She’d made a reservation, at one of Paige’s favorite restaurants, a few weeks ago for them to celebrate. 

Paige’s expression shifts again, just barely, but Azzi knows every inch of her. 

“What is it?”

“The team invited me out to celebrate. Phee got a hook up at a restaurant. You’ll get to hang with Dorka.” Paige says, like it’s a consolation prize.

Azzi feels that familiar disappointment swell within her, but she pushes it down. They’re going to celebrate Paige, so Azzi will go along with a smile on her face.

It’s not even 11 PM when Azzi decides that it’s time for her to go. Her head is pounding and she’s barely spent even five minutes with Paige since they got to the club. She finds Paige by the bar, grabbing another round for the team.

“I’m going home,” Azzi says, trying to avoid looking into Paige’s hazy, glazed over eyes. 

“What?” Paige frowns. “We barely just got here.” 

“I know, you should stay and celebrate, but I’m going.” Azzi pushes past, not letting Paige talk, she can’t have this conversation, not here. 

She pushes out the door, breathing in cool air. A quick peek at her phone shows that her Uber will be here in just a few minutes. She jumps when a hand clasps her shoulder and turns to find Paige. 

“What’s the matter? You’re upset.” Paige looks so worried, and it makes Azzi almost want to laugh, if it didn’t hurt, just how clueless Paige could be sometimes. 

“I’m fine. Go back inside,” she replies, voice short.

“What happened? You barely talked to anyone the whole night.” 

“I’m tired, Paige.” Azzi blinks furiously as tears fill her eyes. “Sometimes, I just want to be able to hold your hand, and I can’t, and I can’t even be mad at you about it. I’m so tired, so please, just let me go home.” 

Paige freezes. Her hand is outstretched, but she’s stopped short of making contact. For a moment, Azzi wishes Paige would just grab her, hold on, tell her to stay. But she doesn’t, and Azzi just gets into the Uber and drives off, leaving Paige behind on the sidewalk.

When Azzi wakes up the next morning, she feels hungover, even though she had barely drank the night before. Her eyes feel swollen from crying and her body sore from being curled up in a ball all night. Paige isn’t asleep beside her, but that’s no surprise. Sometimes the blonde will sleep on the couch when she gets home late because she doesn’t want to disrupt Azzi’s sleep. 

She finally drags herself out of bed, heading toward the kitchen in search of caffeine. She stops short when she sees Paige sitting at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee. 

“I’m surprised you’re awake already.” Azzi offers, feeling regretful at her harsh tone from the night before as she looks at Paige’s drawn, tired face. 

“Haven’t slept.” Paige takes a sip of her coffee. 

She finally looks up, into Azzi’s eyes, and before she can even speak, Azzi knows. 

“Paige…” She starts, voice already wobbling. She sits gingerly in the chair next to Paige.

“Azzi.” Paige responds, sounding so steady Azzi shouldn’t be able to suspect that she is about to break Azzi’s heart. But Azzi knows Paige, and can see the pain in her expression. 

“Don’t do this.” 

“I’m doing this for you.” Paige reaches out for Azzi’s hand, and when she holds it gently, they’re both shaking.  

“Don’t.” Azzi chokes out again.

“You deserve so much more than what I can give you.” Azzi notices how Paige stares behind her head, unable to even make eye contact with her. 

“I know you are a lot of things Paige Bueckers, but I never thought you were a coward.” Azzi jerks her hand away, wrapping her arms around herself. 

“I’m sorry.” 

//

The fire in my gut that I've chased ever since

“Azzi! Wait!” 

Azzi almost doesn’t hear her over the constant hum of people moving about the arena. But she’s always had a sense for Paige, from the moment they met, like a thread connecting them no matter where they were. She stops in the hallway where she had fled after the final buzzer had sounded.

“Congratulations, Paige.” 

“Thank you.” Paige pants, still catching her breath.

There’s a beat of silence, but it’s almost comfortable, in a way the space between them hasn’t been for years. 

“Azzi-” 

“Paige-” 

They laugh when they both speak in unison. Azzi puts a hand out, gesturing for Paige to talk.

Paige steps forward, reaching her hand out, a question in her eyes. 

Azzi almost says yes, almost reaches out to answer. But she’s been burned before, and it’s not always easy to be brave. So she takes the easy way out. 

“Win this thing, and then we can talk.” 

“‘Win this thing?’ The championship?” Paige asks, almost incredulous. 

“Yeah.” Azzi smirks at her, already drawn back into a familiar banter. “Unless you don’t think you can do it.” 

Paige scoffs immediately. “I’ll see you when I lift that trophy.” 

Paige had already known she was going to play her heart out, but nothing gets her competitive spirit going more than Azzi challenging her. 

Paige stares at Azzi for a moment, just drinking in the sight of her with her number on her chest, knowing that when Azzi turned from her that she would see her name stretched across her back. 

She smiles at Azzi, and it feels almost unfamiliar, smiling and knowing it’s true and sincere. 

Azzi smiles back, and Paige knows this championship is hers. 

“Azzi! Hold up!” Azzi freezes in place, recognizing that voice. She rubs a hand over her forehead. She almost wants to keep going, just jog down the hallway and right out of the arena. 

Instead, she just takes a deep breath and then another, and turns around. Her traitorous heart still quickens at the sight of Paige Bueckers smiling at her. 

“Hey,” Paige says, voice soft as she runs her eyes down Azzi’s chest, lingering on the purple logo and #35 bold on her chest.

“Hi.” Azzi replies, eyes darting to and from Paige’s face. There have been a few unanswered and clearly drunk texts, from both sides, and a huge bouquet at her doorstep after she had been drafted, but this is the closest they’ve been in nearly a year.

“You kicked our asses huh?” 

It had been Azzi’s first time matching up against the Lynx, but it’s just their luck that Paige hadn’t even been able to play, a hand injury keeping her out of the line up. It had been a hard fought game, with Azzi’s Valkyries coming out on top, but it hadn’t been what Azzi had wanted.

“I missed you out there.” 

It’s the truth. Despite their distance, Azzi has long dreamed of the moment she and Paige would face off in the WNBA, and it was disappointing that it had been delayed like so many of their on the court moments. 

Paige gives her that crooked smile. “I’m so proud of you.” 

Every emotion floods through Azzi at that moment. Anger, sadness, joy, hope, love. This is what she’d wanted. Just her and Paige and the game they loved so much.  

But then she remembers why she’s been miserable for nearly an entire year despite achieving her biggest dreams. She remembers why she hasn’t been able to share her proudest moments with the person she loves the most. 

“What do you want, Paige?” 

Paige steps closer, until they’re within arms reach. 

“I just- I had to talk to you; tell you how happy I am for you.” 

Azzi feels herself softening, like she always has around Paige. 

“Thank you.” Somehow the hallway seems quiet, even though Azzi knows there are thousands of people beyond these walls. 

“I-” 

Paige is interrupted when a voice calls down the hall for Azzi. The team’s PR person is looking for her, and Azzi’s late for media. 

Paige takes a big step back, and Azzi is brought back to that day a year ago, and the heartbreak feels almost as fresh. But she decides then and there that she’s cried enough over Paige Bueckers, and so she just smiles, wistfully. 

“I’ll see you around, Paige,” she says, and then she walks away. 

//

You set the bar, you're gonna stick

“And for the first time since 2017, the Lynx have done it! Minnesota, your Lynx are WNBA Champions once more!” 

The cheers of the fans is near deafening. The Liberty players leave the court in stunned silence as the Lynx players pile on top of each other with joy. 

Azzi whoops, voice hoarse from hours of non stop cheering. She knows it might be a bad look, as a member of another team, to be this excited, but she can’t help it.

Suddenly there’s a loud swell of noise, and the crowd on the court parts. Paige is pushing her way through the throng of people, and a mob of cameras is following her. She finally makes her way to where Azzi is standing, a few rows up from the court. 

She smiles at the fans, who all clamor for her attention, but Paige is on a mission. She pushes her way through the crowd, ignoring how the team’s security is nearly begging her to come back down. 

“Paige! What are you doing?”

“I did it!” Paige beams, blue eyes brimming with joyful tears.

Azzi throws her arms around her, barely registering the noise around them.

“I love you!” Paige cups her hand around Azzi’s ear as she speaks, and Azzi feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. 

“What?” Azzi laughs, in disbelief. “Paige, you just won a championship! They’re about to announce you as Finals MVP.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Paige pulls back and presses their foreheads together. “All of this is empty without you with me.” 

Cameras flash all around them. The entire world is watching, and Azzi knows that this is impulsive and that they have so much they need to talk about, but in this moment, it feels like they’re just kids again, sitting atop a creaky ferris wheel with their whole future ahead of them. 

This time, Azzi leans in first, lets Paige decide. 

This time, she doesn’t hesitate. 

[primalsouls]

cold heart, warm hands

jing yuan x gn! foxian! reader

theme: fluff

warning: none

summary: jing yuan took a day off and decided to spend it following a certain foxian with a hot temper. if there was one thing he hate, is those speaking ill of his little fox.

notes: i've never written for jing yuan before, so! sorry if he's a little ooc haha~ anyway, i couldn't stop thinking about reader being annoyed with jing yuan following them around whenever he's off or not super busy and making snipe comments about it, but it never really bothered them in the first place. they just can't handle a very handsome man like jing yuan putting all his love and attention on them, so they can't help but feel super flustered lol~ anyway, enjoy, and any feedback, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

“what are you doing?”

“hm? i can’t follow my dear fox around?”

“you’re a general, aren’t you busy doing something?”

“hmph— not today.” jing yuan said with a light laugh as he trailed behind the hot-tempered foxian. (name) clicked with their tongue against their teeth. their fox ears pulled back, twitching whenever the general spoke their name in that deep, husky voice of his. 

the foxian was out in the central starskiff haven, planning to do some shopping to restock their little café back at the aurum alley. but they found themself being followed by a certain dozing human they came to love very much. (name) glanced over their shoulder as they crossed the bridge, raising a brow when they spotted jing yuan looking over the rail with his hands behind his back. The foxian tilted their head before walking over quietly, standing a little behind the taller man. 

they studied his face, admiring the light complexion and the little mole under his left eye. it was like falling in love all over again. 

“if you keep staring at me like that, i might not hold back, little fox.” their eyes locked with golden ones, full of playful teasing. (name) let out a sharp huff, cheeks burning at the fact they were caught. usually they would throw an insult at the general for making such teasing comments but today they decided to spare him such silly little jabs. for a little while. jing yuan chuckled, continuing to follow his beloved the second they turned around to hide their embarrassed gaze and walked away from him. strolling through the haven was something the general rarely did and when he did, it was to tag along with his partner in their little errand days. 

jing yuan stood behind (name) as they checked around the grocery stand in the haven, placing the orders they would need for their own business. 

“woah, it’s the general!” a few voices gasped at the sight of the white-haired man. jing yuan didn’t turn around, his gaze still focused on his foxian lover as they huff and puff around the poor merchant, jabbing at his chest with little strength as they complained about something jing yuan failed to hear. 

“you’re always out of protein rice! who the hell would buy all hundred protein rice at once!?” (name) said, their arms spreading out to make their point. The shopkeeper only scratched the back of his head, swearing he knew someone with gray hair who always came by and emptied out his shop. (name) didn’t believe him and continued to scold the shopkeeper for being unprepared. jing yuan chuckled at the sight of the foxian’s frown, but his laugh died down when he heard a scoff not too far from behind him. 

“i don’t understand what the general sees in them? they’re so rude and mean-spirited.” a bystander commented to his friends, not realizing he was being slightly loud. “i’m surprised their café still stands with such a distasteful attitude.” he added with a scowl on his face. jing yuan kept quiet, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the conversation about (name). The others in the group agreed, expressing their sympathy for the shopkeeper and the general for having such a difficult partner. jing yuan wanted to turn around and shut down their judged comments about the foxian, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. 

“c’mon, i’m hungry.” they said, waving at the shopkeeper who smiled back at them with a bow of his head. 

“did you sort your issues?” jing yuan asked, curious about the agreement they came to.

“Yeah, next time he restocks, he’ll keep half of the products i want to be stored away until i come over and take what i need.” (name) explained with a nod of their head. jing yuan smiled, looping his arm with his foxian’s. “anyway, are you gonna be busy later?” they asked, to which the general shook his head in response. he freed today to spend it with his beloved. “then let’s have a date tonight. it’s been a while since we had one.”

“that would be wonderful. a nice evening alone with my little fox.” jing yuan teased, smirking when (name) smacked his arm, but not too hurt, as they stammered through their bashful words. jing yuan took their hand in his, bringing it up to his lip to press little sweet kisses on their knuckles. such a gesture made the foxian’s heart spread warmth all over their chest and beat rapidly. their timid gaze looked away, letting the general continue to hold their hand. 

those judgmental bystanders never met his partner to make such unnecessary, impudent comments about his (name). they were a flustered fox, but also caring and understanding (to some degree). jing yuan would defend the foxian until his last breath, but he knew that (name) never cared for anyone’s opinions on them. except for their boyfriend’s. and the only cheeky comments jing yuan would make always tend to be playful and endearing for his dearest, never meaning any ill-mannered in his words or tone. “i’ve heard that short auntie has a new recipe. should we try it out?” the foxian nodded, giving the dozing general a little dazzling smile. “then let’s dine at the delicacy pavilion.” jing yuan chimed, leaving them back to the seat of divine foresight, wanting to sleep in a bit before their evening date. their hands intertwined, swinging gently as they walked side by side and chatted along the way. Well, jing yuan mostly listens to his fox, admiring the features he came to love deeply. 

[transformers-spike]

Being that I’m sick, I just had a thought. In no shape or form do I think this is any bit accurate lol, but it was a fun thought for me.

So transformers are seen as robots (because they are), but I think it’s more important to look at the alien aspect of them. They are huge mechanical beings. Living machines. Being that they are living machines they don’t exactly get sick like most biological creatures such as humans.

Cybertronian’s suffer more from wounds and other injuries than they do sickness. A Cybertronian getting sick is nearly always a death sentence. This is completely different when it comes to humans. Unlike the giant robots, we get sick often, our bodies constantly healing itself. Cybertronian’s are more equipped to handle fatal wounds than we are. What a small scrap is to them can be deadly to humans.

That being said, transformers kind of are shocked when we can survive a mild fever. Our technology to heal the sick is much more advanced than theirs. Watching a small human get something like a mild flu is really fascinating to them. In a strange way they like seeing the whole healing process of humans getting sick and then better. Our bodies are so much frailer than theirs, yet we can fight of an infection that could potentially wipe out large numbers for them.

When you are sick, expect a lot of touching for no reason. Your body is weak from whatever sickness you have, yet they can’t stop poking and feeling. Your movements are slower and you’re less aware now, in a way it’s cute to them. Strangely enough they’d probably also like the smell of sickness on a human…strange but they’d most likely find it fascinating.

There are some bots I can also see getting turned on by this. More funny than anything especially if it’s someone like Shockwave who finds these biological findings too much for his scientific brain and now wants to jerk his spike over your sleeping body. He’s thinking about how much work your body is putting in to heal itself and just gets a boner or something.

Curious to if you think any other bot would feel about it. Anyway I’ll probably forget I typed any of this up later, sorry for any inaccuracies, im too sick to think correctly 😭😭

goddamn this is so good I am a sucker for a good bot helping their human through their sickness scenario I for one am most interested in them getting a kick for taking care of their human in such an extremely fragile state. While bots like Knock Out will vehemently refuse to hang around you more than he needs to (at least you can call/text him tho) - others are a lot more willing as long as they have the time. TFP Starscream keeps complaining about how long it takes for you to recover, but you still catch him holding you in his servos when he could just as easily leave you in bed. Keeps poking/holding you in this state. Dude, you are making the recovery so much worse Optimus and Soundwave are definitely normal about it - just focusing on keeping you company during your recovery. While others want to drive you around even if you're halfway dead (looking at you Wheeljack)

[vodika-vibes]

I’d like to see a story about a Dogma who got transferred to the Coruscant Guard and meets Reader while he’s working security at a Senate function. They could be a Senator, or a Senator’s staffer or relative or rich donor or gal pal or whatever. Maybe someone is being clone racist to Dogma and Reader gets him out of the situation.

The Right Thing

Summary: You’ve always hated getting dragged to these events. But your mother and father insist on dragging you to these fundraisers anyway. Luckily, you’ve been able to befriend the newest member of the Guard.

Pairing: Corrie! Clone Trooper Dogma x F! Twi'lek Reader

Word Count: 1775

Warnings: men are perverts towards the reader and have been since she was 12, but nothing detailed

A/N: So, this got cute. It made me giggle. I hope you like it. Also, Spario is Spcae Mario.

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The worst thing about these fundraisers is that, even now, the people who work with your parents still assume that you’ve been hired as the entertainment. 

And, like, sure. You are drop-dead gorgeous and you do have a rocking body. And it’s also true that anyone would be lucky to see you dance, but you’re obviously here as a family member and not the entertainment.

The floor-length gown and fancy jewelry that costs more than a small speeder should be proof of that.

But nooo.

Like clockwork, old perverts try to corner you and ask you for a peek at what’s under your dress.

You’re starting to think that you need to start carrying weapons under your gowns so that when people start being perverted toward you, you can whip out a knife and make them stop.

Sometimes, being a twi’lek is the pits.

And so, fed up with being treated like a piece of meat, you remove yourself from the fundraiser. You find a quiet corner, far away from the wealth and privilege of the Coruscant elite, kick off your stilettos, pull your Gameboy out of your purse, and open your Spario game.

It’s almost an hour later when someone finally comes to find you.

“I thought I’d find you sulking back here,”

You tilt your head back to look up at the clone standing over you, and you grin when you recognize the paint, “I’m not sulking, Dogma. I’m being anti-social. There’s a difference.”

Dogma, formerly of Skywalker’s 501st legion, was transferred to the Coruscant Guard somewhat recently. When you asked him about it, Dogma didn’t answer clearly, but he did say that there was an incident on Umbara and he needed the transfer. 

You heard, from a different clone, that Dogma killed a traitorous Jedi and his transfer to the Guard is his punishment.

Honestly, you think it’s utter bullshit, but when you told Dogma as much, he just laughed quietly and admitted that he deserved the punishment. He also admitted that he deserved a harsher punishment than he actually got.

The look on his face made you too afraid to push for more details.

“Why are you sitting on the floor, pretty?” Dogma asks, his tone teasing as he uses the Guard’s nickname for you. 

“Because, sometimes, I want to go back to being a mud-covered little girl rather than…this.” You gesture to your body, “I’m not allowed to go chase frogs anymore, I have to be a lady.”

“You know, people don’t generally complain about being attractive.” Dogma notes as he leans against the wall next to you.

“Yeah, well, then those people can handle the comments.” You mutter bitterly.

He glances at you, something like sympathy on his face, “What’d they say this time?”

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you shift to pull your knees to your chest and you wrap your arms around them, “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You pause, “But, it made me feel dirty.”

“I’m sorry,” He means it, you know. “I wish I could offer more than words.”

“It’s alright. It’s enough that you don’t treat me like that.”

“That’s not nearly enough.” He counters with a shake of his head, and then he pushes away from the wall, “But, I have to get back to my patrol. I just wanted to check on you.”

You beam at him, “That’s why you’re my favorite!”

He laughs softly, and pulls his helmet back down, but not before you can see a flush working up his neck. “I don’t think you’re supposed to have favorites, pretty.”

“But I do, and it’s you.” You giggle as his head tilts away from you, clearly embarrassed by your words, “But I’ll let you get back to your patrol. Stay safe, Dogma.”

“It’s a fundraiser, pretty. How much danger can there be?” With that said, Dogma ducks out from under the curtain and returns to the party as a whole. And you, no longer entertained by having someone to talk to, turn your attention back to your game.

It’s about 45 minutes later after you get a text from your mother telling you to get your butt back into the party, that you stumble across Dogma and one of the more perverted men you’ve had the misfortune to run into.

Dogma is tense, standing at his full height, and unmoving as the other man calls him all manner of disgusting things. You slow your steps as you approach and then slowly stop.

Commander Fox, and the other Commanders in the Guard, have all said the same thing to you multiple times. “Don’t get involved if you see someone harassing a guard. It’s not worth it. You’ll just be putting yourself in harm’s way.”

But, how can you just do nothing?

All it takes for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. And you’re not sure if this counts as evil, and you know that you don’t count as a good man, but you do know that Dogma is a good man and he doesn’t deserve this.

“There you are.” You smoothly step between Dogma and the Ambassador who has made your life hell since you grew a pair of breasts at 12, “Ambassador, the party is in the other room.”

“Ah, yes. Well, I needed to correct this meat droid—” He smiles at you, an oily smile that makes you repress a shudder of revulsion, “Have you been looking for me?”

You lift your hand to your cheek, “Well, not me. But I think your wife was looking for you. She looked very cross about something…” You trail off, and your words are rewarded by him going grey.

“My--my wife, you say? Well, I should get back to her—” The Ambassador turns and scurries away, leaving you and Dogma alone in the hall.

You’re about to turn to check on Dogma when his hand wraps around your upper arm. Surprised, you turn your head to peer at him, but before you can say anything, he tugs you out a hidden door you barely notice. 

His grip is firm enough that you can’t pull away, but it’s also gentle enough that you won’t have bruises.

As soon as you’re outside, the cool night air of Coruscant making you shiver slightly, he releases you and rips off his helmet. He looks angry. But, more than that, he looks afraid.

“Dogma?”

“What were you thinking?” Dogma demands, “You should have just walked away.”

“But, you were in trouble—”

“I had it handled.” He sets his helmet on a table and runs his hand over his head, “Kriff, pretty, you’re not supposed to get involved. Ever. It’s not safe.”

“But it’s safe for you to handle it alone? How does that make sense.”

“You—” he pauses and takes a deep breath before he carefully reaches up and cups your face in both his hands, “You,” He repeats, his voice softer now, “have been targeted by men like that for years. Why would you do anything to make them look at you again?”

His hands are warm, even though his gloves and your heart feels like it’s about to burst out of your chest. Butterflies flutter in your stomach, and without thinking about it, you reach up and wrap your hands around his wrists, not to push him away, but to try and keep him there. “Because you’re you, Dogma.” 

As simple as it sounds, it’s the honest truth.

“I don’t need you to protect me.” Dogma’s voice is softer now, barely a whisper.

“Maybe not, but I’m going to anyway.”

His thumbs lightly brush across your cheekbones, and you have a moment where you’re ridiculously grateful that you decided against wearing a lot of face makeup tonight.

“You’re just asking for trouble, pretty.”

“I like trouble.” You reply as you inch a little closer to him.

“You really shouldn’t.” Dogma’s eyes are sharp as you inch closer to him, and he releases a shaky little breath as your chest bumps against his, “You—” He trails off, unable to finish as your lips ghost against his jaw.

You feel his fingers flex against your cheeks, as though he’s fighting the urge to push you away, or maybe pull you closer. You’re not sure, but based on the helpless look on his face, you have a pretty good idea of which one he’d prefer.

“I suppose that was inappropriate of me,” You whisper up to him, your lips still brushing against his skin. 

“You could at least kiss me properly if you’re going to get me in trouble,” Dogma replies.

“Is that what you want?” You ask, tilting your head back so your lips are hovering just over his.

“If I told you what I wanted, you’d never speak to me again.” Dogma counters, before closing the distance between the pair of you.

You bring your arms up to wrap around his neck, and one of his hands slides to the back of your neck, and the other rests low on your hip. He’s warm, and even though the kiss is a little awkward, it’s still the best kiss you’ve ever had in your life.

He tastes minty. And you can’t get enough.

But Dogma breaks the kiss, and he laughs when you lean in to try and continue it. He presses a finger against your lips, and puts a little distance between your bodies. 

“Dogma?”

“Fox is going to kill me.” He replies, “But…I’m not sorry about it.”

“I can protect you from him too.” You try to step back into his space, really only thinking about having his lips against yours again.

But he doesn’t allow it.

“Dogma—” That is a distinct whine, and color rushes to his face at the way his name sounds like that.

“I have to work, pretty. And you have to make an appearance before your parents come looking for you.”

“So…”

“Rain check.” Dogma promises, “I’m off the clock tomorrow. We can go to that aquarium that you love so much.”

“And we can kiss some more?” You ask hopefully.

The laugh that falls from him makes your stomach flip, “If you’re good, sure.”

“I can be good. I can be so good. You’ll see.”

And maybe you should be embarrassed about your eagerness, but he’s Dogma, so how could you be anything but eager? And maybe he’s just as eager as you because he kisses you quickly one more time before he pulls his helmet on and fully pulls away from you.

In any event, you now have a very good reason to get through tonight without causing a commotion.

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[chenlezip]

──★ ˙☕️ !! annoying customer | a na jaemin smau .

PART 5.5 : knight in shining armour

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the next day rolled on after the party and you were suffering. a massive migraine, sickness but you still had to go into work. you made yourself look presentable at least and headed in, being greeted by a grinning ningning.

“have fun last night?” she asked you as you roll your eyes, grabbing your apron from her, “haha. bet you had fun last night too? you disappeared on us you know?” you tie it up and move to the counter, cleaning everything down and getting some machines ready.

“oh yeah- i know, i had my fun you know? had a cutie obsessed with me all night~ why would i complain?” ningning chuckled as she helped you for once, making sure the cups were cleaned and the plates too for the amount of endless customers you foresee coming in as always.

“ah, lucky you, huh?” you teased, turning your head to look over to her, “how’re you not dealing with a massive hangover, you drank more than me and i’m still struggling today..” you pout. the female just shrugged, “i don’t really have hangovers - maybe you should get some water and painkillers. i’ll take over for a lil’, shouldn’t get too busy while you’re away, should it?”

you hum, “i guess not.. but are you sure?” but as soon as the question left your lips, you heard a ding coming from the front indicating someone’s entered but who entered shocked you.

“jaemin?” ningning asked. he smiled and nodded, carrying a bag and placing it on the counter, “knew you would deal with a bad hangover so.. take these, i have some water in the bag too. fresh. can i get a coffee too?”

you blush, quickly taking the bag and thanking him. “of course your highness,” ningning remarked as she got to making the coffee. you took out the painkillers and popped a few out, opening the water and chugging it down with them. oh, what a relief..

“how’d you know, anyway?” you ask softly once you were finished and he just chuckled, “from the way you were acting- oh, and when we kissed, i could taste the different drinks you had mixed throughout the night, wasn’t that hard to tell.”

oh shit. yeah.. you two kissed..

“not so loud!” you scold him as you smack his shoulder lightly but all you get is a hearty smile, “sorry~” as soon as he gets his coffee though, he sends you a wink, “i’ll message you after uni, alright? see you.”

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KakaGai Valentines 2025: First Date

Gai was going to ask Kakashi for a date. This was a decision he had made just a few hours ago after some time of careful consideration. See, his rival and him had shared a couple of… intimate moments during the last couple of months. Not much, mind you, just two kisses and —in the heat of the moment— some wandering hands over the other’s body. Needless to say, Gai had not allowed it to go any further —even if some parts of his anatomy wanted to argue against it—, and shortly after the Hatake had run away.

Which was the same that has happened after each and every time they got close.

Of course, he was a patient man and could understand the hesitation of his friend, but ignoring his own feelings was beginning to be too hard. So, even if he knew the chances of success were rather low, he was going to ask Kakashi for a date.

“Yosh! Now I just have to think about the perfect moment to do it!” he exclaimed in the silence of his own home.

The house his father had left for him was far away from the main part of the village, which allowed him to be as loud as he wanted without annoying any neighbors, something his team had joked about becoming a problem once he moved into the chunnin building. That would have to wait a bit, though, since he wanted to invite Kakashi to a nice place and that implied using part of his savings. But it was totally fine! His rival deserved only the best, after all.

“You’re thinking too much about it, Gai” Genma sighed the next day while they trained together. “That’s my honest opinion.”

While he spoke tiredly, his teammate jumped backwards to avoid his hits, senbon moving in between his lips. Gai followed carefully each movement, knowing that in any moment the weapon could be thrown in his direction.

“But I’m not!” he complained, attempting a round kick on him. “A first date must be perfect!”

“According to whom? I know more horrible first dates than good ones” Genma huffed. “You should ask Asuma about it.”

“B-But… Kurenai always speaks fondly of their first date!”

“Yeah, because with time the embarrassment transforms into a funny memory” his friend chuckled. “Seriously, Gai, just invite him to dinner and see how it goes from there.”

“And what about...?”

“No flowers, no poems” Genma cut him. “I can’t believe I have to tell you this, Gai. Are you sure you know the Hatake well enough to even like him?”

“Of course I do! We’re eternal rivals!”

Even if they were talking, their hits didn’t stop and Gai internally celebrated when his kick got Genma in the gut with enough strength to send him to the floor.

“I win!”

“Yeah, yeah…” his teammate coughed. “It would be strange if you didn’t, this being a taijutsu match and all.”

“I’m sure that with enough training you could reach my level at hand-to-hand combat, my friend!”

“Sure…” Genma rolled his eyes accepting the hand Gai was offering to lift him up. “Anyways, follow my advice. Don’t go too big on the Hatake or he will run away, just like when you two…”

“SHH!” his hand slapped against his friend’s mouth in a quick movement. “Didn’t I tell you that was a secret? Kakashi probably doesn’t want anybody to know!”

That comment made Genma frown and angrily remove his hand away.

“Honestly, Gai, if he doesn’t want for it to be public, then you shouldn’t bother” the other boy huffed.

“But keeping a relationship secret is normal! Especially while tensions in between villages are still high.”

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, and when his eyes met Genma’s, he saw on them a determination that was normally reserved for real battles.

“We both know that’s not what you meant” he said. “Don’t settle for anyone who is ashamed and not proud of being with you, Gai. You know better than that.”

He had to look away after a few seconds, nodding silently. He was not ashamed of himself —he had come very far as a shinobi!—, but he was well aware of what people in the village still said about him. Sometimes it was difficult to keep believing in himself when his father was not there anymore to push him forwards.

A new clap on his shoulder brought him back to reality.

“Well, I have to go now” Genma said. “But listen to my advices and, if he says ‘yes’ to the date, remind him that I’ll chase him down if he doesn’t fulfill your expectations.”

“Genma!” he exclaimed, looking back at him in surprise. “You should not make such a threat against a comrade!”

“He’s just a fellow shinobi, you’re my teammate and brother in arms” his friend shrugged, walking away. “See you!”

He disappeared before Gai could complain anymore, so instead he was left there in the middle of the training ground, alone with his thoughts.

Finding Kakashi was easy enough, as Gai seemed to have a sixth sense to detect where his rival was most times. The Hatake walked alone, as usual, dressed in his shinobi clothes and with a serious expression on his face, but by his manner of walking it didn’t seem as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere. Which was perfect for the taijutsu master.

“Rival!” he called. “Wait up!”

In the past, Kakashi would have done just the opposite, disappearing in front of him and forcing Gai into a chase. Lately, however, his friend had just started to stop dead when he called his name.

“Hi, Gai” the Hatake said with a tired tone. “I’m sorry, but I’m not in the mood for one of your challenges.”

“Oh, that’s fine, rival!” he beamed with a smile. “I actually wanted to talk, that’s all.”

“To… talk?” Kakashi’s right eyebrow had lifted, looking at him with a mix of confuse and amusement. “That would be a first.”

“Don’t try to act so cool and aloof, rival, I’m sure we have talked as normal civilians before!”

The inquisitive eyebrow maintained its position.

“Well, maybe not, but that’s because challenges are way more interesting!” he complained, huffing. “Anyways, this is important. Perhaps you would like to go somewhere, um… more private?”

Up until now, they had been standing to the side of one of Konoha’s busiest streets, which made difficult for them to have a serious conversation without an eavesdropper. His suggestion seemed to have an effect on his friend, as Kakashi’s manner changed and he turned more serious, nodding quietly.

He jumped away first, the Hatake following easily behind until they were in a small park several streets away. It didn’t have a playground, but instead a couple of big trees that blocked the view from the buildings around them and offered some shadow. The place was empty, which also ensured the privacy Gai assumed his friend would like.

“So? What is that you wanted to talk about?”

He swallowed his nerves away. A Maito never backed down!

“It’s a question, actually” the taijutsu master clarified. “I… I wanted to know if you would like to go on a date. With me.”

In front of him, Kakashi just blinked, as if waiting for something else to come out from his mouth. After a couple of seconds, he seemed to realized that was about it.

“All this secrecy… To ask me on a date?” the Hatake questioned, shifting the weight on his legs.

“Well, I thought you’d appreciate the privacy, rival!” he exclaimed, noticing just after that his tone was too high. “Besides, I didn’t want to invite you on a first date in the middle of a busy street.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘first’?” Kakashi huffed. “Have you forgotten how to count, Gai?”

He was pretty sure the answer to that question was ‘no’, but then again the expression on his friend’s face told him it may be ‘yes’.

“Uh… I don’t think so?” he babbled, blinking a couple of times. Then, he let out a stressed laugh. “I mean, I would have realized if I had been in a date with you before, rival!”

“Apparently, you wouldn’t” the Hatake pointed out with a sigh, although his manner had suddenly shifted. He looked somehow… nervous. “I mean… What about last week’s dinner at BBQ? And before that, in Ichiraku? I thought that had been our first date.”

“I… Uh… What?!” Gai mumbled, trying to sort out his thoughts. “But, that… I thought you invited me to dinner because you owed me from previous challenges!”

“Since when do I fulfill that part of any challenge?” his rival huffed, half-annoyed and half-worried.

Kakashi did have a point there; anytime he would lose a challenge in which he had to pay the food after, he would never follow through.

“Are you…” the Hatake hesitated just a moment, changing his manner for one just slightly more aloof. “Does that mean you’re also not counting the kisses we shared?”

Just the mention of those made Gai blushed furiously. He had never imagined his friend would be the one bringing them up.

“I do!” he exclaimed. “Of course I do, rival! But I just thought… Well, you ran away after each time!”

The other young shinobi looked at him as if he was stupid. Which he was starting to feel as, at that point.

“Gai, after the first kiss we had to return to the village to give a report, and you were called out to another mission” he deadpanned. “By the time you came back, it seemed like nothing had changed and you didn’t want to know anything about it. I just guessed you felt the same way as I do a couple of weeks ago, when you kissed me again, and just after an ANBU came looking for me. It’s not like I didn’t want to acknowledge it.”

Gai blinked. Once.

Twice.

I just guessed you felt the same way…

He opened his mouth. Then closed it again.

“Besides, I don’t know what you think of me, but I don’t go around putting my hands under the shirt of each person I see…” the Hatake half-joked.

The blush came back. The amount of blood in Gai’s face was not making it easy for him to think clearly. At the moment, all his brain cells seemed to be fixated in bringing him back the memory and feeling of his rival’s hands slipping under his shirt.

It had happened just two days ago, when Kakashi had oddly —although apparently it was not odd anymore, as that has probably been a date as well—, accepted his invitation to spend the afternoon together. Some training after and the two of them lying side by side on the training ground, the Hatake had turned around to lay closer to him and touched him softly. Another team had appeared a couple of seconds after, so the interaction had stopped abruptly and each one had gone their way for a very well-deserved shower.

“I do!” he babbled a moment after, which only brought a confused expression to his rival’s face. “I mean, I do feel the same way!”

“Oh” the Hatake said, for once speechless and… was that a blush coming up from underneath his mask? “That’s… Good. Yeah.”

“And I think highly of you, rival! Never doubt it again!” Gai continued, uncapable of stopping himself. “I just wasn’t sure if you did, or you would like to be in public with me, or if you…”

“Wait, what?” his friend interrupted him. “Why would I have a problem with being together in public?”

Taken aback, the taijutsu master had to swallow his own saliva and brush the back of his neck before finding the right words. Or the closest thing to that.

“I-I mean… You’re an elite shinobi, Kakashi” he tried to explain. “And I’m… well, just another jounin that…”

“Stop right there, Gai” the Hatake intervened once again. “You’re not ‘just another jounin’, you should know that already. Surely the Hokage knows it, and whoever goes against his words is just stupid. If anything, you should be the one worrying about going out in dates with a ‘friend-killer.”

“Rival!” the taijutsu master growled. “I told you to never use those words to refer to yourself again! You are an amazing shinobi and friend, your team was lucky to have you and—”

If anybody would have told Gai the events that just took place would happen, he would have laughed loudly and then complained about joking with things like that.

His honest and tearful discourse was interrupted by a mouth colliding with his. And this time he could feel the lips of Kakashi against his own. Gai’s eyes opened widely as he was kissed by his eternal rival, mask folded around the Hatake’s neck. His body, however, seemed to be ready enough to react without any instruction from his brain, as a second after his eyes closed and he pushed slightly forwards. This was his third kiss, so he knew it would not be perfect, but as his lips moved timidly against Kakashi’s mouth, a warm feeling filled him deep inside.

The other two times his rival and him had kissed, it had been electrical. Almost a lustful reaction in a moment of tension. This time felt different. There was no electricity around them, but something softer.

He decided this was his favorite kiss so far.

“Let’s make something clear” the Hatake said against his lips when they separated. “I do like you, and we have been in four dates so far, understood?”

The taijutsu master just nodded, the temptation to lean in again to share another kiss almost too strong to contain.

“Good.”

As fast as Kakashi had taken his mask down, it was up again and covering his face from the world. Gai had seen it in a couple of occasions, but never had the opportunity to properly appreciate it. He hoped one day he could.

“Being that way, rival” he said, coughing to regain some self-control. “Would you let me invite you to a fifth date?”

“Only if you pay” his friend said. “You owe me, after all the headache you just gave me.”

Gai laughed loudly.

“Of course, rival!”

There were more things he wanted to talk about. Especially now that it seemed like Kakashi did not have a problem with talking about their relationship. Assuming they were in one.

Huh.

Maybe that should be a question for later that day.

Was the mighty Hatake Kakashi his boyfriend now?

[backtodecembertv]

society if i didn’t have his phone number memorized. seriously.

[lesbianlenas]

bought pre-cut fruit & am finally able to eat fruit 👍 i love fruit but my adhd HATES having to cut things & i cannot just bite into a fruit bc it creates a sensory issue for me when my face gets sticky i can’t stand it so like i have had to narrow down so much the ways i can eat fruit 😭 but anyway being able to just eat it made me actually eat the fruit i am so happy 😩 next i need to get smth that will cut onions for me so i can cook like 90% of the things i want to cook but can’t make myself bc i don’t want to chop an onion so badly…..

[kuiinncedes]

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[great-tusk]

I was like “oh I wanna finish up some more Miis soon!!!” and then lost my Apple Pencil about 5% of the way through my drawing, so I had to do like 80% of it with just my finger 😭😭😭. And then today I was moving my covers to get comfy in my bed, and it fell off of my bed and ended up on the floor. So at least I have that back for the rest of it.

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

My roommate and I had a conversation last night and I keep rotating it in my brain and I Don’t Like It

[simcardiac-arrested]

once again sorry to everyone for bringing this to your dashboards. but some of you are like, genuinely delirious. not even in a funny way. & i hope you die. i hope we both die. hand in unlovable hand etc etc

[e77y]

Why is it so hard to get even an unpaid internship… I am offering to work for you for free……. 😭

[floral-hex]

hi. I’m still alive (mostly).

still moving stuff from one apartment to the next. It sucks. Everything is a mess. I hate stairs and, for some reason, boxes of books are very heavy.

now I get why they call these the dog days of summer, because this shit is ruff 😰

[daddysfavouritewhore]

i want to yell and complain but it’s not horny complaints so i will be hiding in the tags.