#based on this one routine i saw on tiktok

[kairoot]

── ࣪ ˖ ❛ 𝓜𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑢𝑝 𝓥𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠．

‧₊˚ 𝓼𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: they do the voiceover for your makeup routine 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : enha x 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff , crack 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : jokes, profanity, pet names, this was shorter than i intended, some of these are kind of inspired by some tiktoks i saw.

— ( 𝓂𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ) : pls leave reblogs, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

✿ member’s headcanons under the cut !!

⊹ 𝓁ℎ𝑠．

asking hee to do this was a piece of cake

he agreed to it immediately

he lovesssss watching you do your makeup

so when you asked him he was like, “well.. yes!”

gonna keep it real with you, he has absolutely no idea what ANYTHING is

he just knows the things that he buys for you and that’s it

flirty mcbirdy over here, he’s barely even watching the makeup, mostly watching you

“hi guys, today i’m doing my girlfriend’s makeup voiceover.” he says into the mic, the video starting with you priming your face as you’ve already did skincare prior to starting the video.

you were next to him while he narrated your routine, holding in your giggles as he began naming the products that you were using.

“okay so now she’s uhm.. damn she’s gorgeous..” he paused for a moment, watching you through the screen as you applied the first product of your base.

you nudged him, urging him to stay on topic as your face began to warm up.

“she’s applying, uh— the— the..” he thought for a moment, the product seemed familiar but he couldn’t think of the name.

it was foundation.

“and then she’s.. wiping it all over her face.” he mumbled, still not paying attention to what you were doing but admiring you instead.

“it’s blending, hee..” you whispered, not wanting the mic to pick up your voice.

expect the comments to go insane about hee’s little flirtatious comments.

⊹ 𝓅𝑗𝑠．

ngl, he’s a bit confused as to why you asked him to do this but he says yes anyway

why does this man actually know what the products are??

quite literally does the whole voiceover better than any beauty influencer you’ve ever seen..

compliments you throughout the video

he’s literally so polite

“hello everyone, today y/n has asked me to do her voiceover, so here i am!” he says excitedly, watching you apply the first product.

“so here, she’s putting some of the foundation in her t-zone.. she has really great skin.” he explains.

you’re sat next to him, shocked at how he’s able to understand the whole routine.

“after she blends, she goes in with her.. concealer, i think.” he was right again.

as you blend that out, jay begins talking about the product that you’re using.

“yes, i pay attention to my girl’s routine.” he says, knowing everyone’s gonna wonder how he could even know all of this. you bite back a smile, his comment making your heart warm.

now the whole internet wants a boyfriend like jay.

⊹ 𝓈𝑗𝑦．

he is very eager to do it. why? because he loves you and is so down bad for you

ummm he knows NOTHINGGG about makeup 😫

another flirty one

count how many times he says he wants to kiss you or compliments your lips challenge (jake is so weak for kisses, you cannot convince me otherwise)

he’s so giggly throughout the whole thing ??

he definitely gets flustered over your beauty, esp your bareface <3

he’s lowkey your hype man even though he has no idea what he’s talking abt

“hey guys, it’s jake! today i’m gonna give you all a tutorial for y/n’s everyday makeup.” he beamed confidently. he watched you start your routine, already giggling at the small things you do throughout the first 30 seconds.

“so she’s gonna start with, um..” his giggles cutting him off. “she’s starting with the putty stuff. it kind of looks like play-doh!”

“jake!” you nudge him a bit, rolling your eyes playfully.

“sorry, sorry!” he laughs. “now she’s putting on.. powder? wait, no, that’s definitely bronzer.”

“yeahh, apply that bronzer, babe!” he exclaimed.

it was powder foundation ??

“she looks so good already, wanna give her a kiss..” he said, watching you pat the product onto your skin.

⊹ 𝓅𝑠ℎ．

bro is so impatient

he can’t think of any of the name of the products that you’re using which frustrates him to the MAX

pls don’t laugh at him, he will sulk 😕

cracks jokes abt how long you take

“now she’s applying.. uhm, glitter?” he tilted his head, watching you apply highlighter to the inner corners of your eyes.

“highlighter, babe.” you corrected him, holding back your laughs.

“whatever it is, it’s very shiny. and she’s putting it on so do whatever she’s doing if you want this look.”

you snorted a bit, finding his impatience hilarious.

“watch as she puts on her favorite mascara that she made me buy her.. because she doesn’t care about my pockets or if i go broke.” he sighed.

you landed a playful smack to his shoulder, scoffing.

“anyways, she takes forever.” he huffed. “she told me she was gonna be ready in 10 minutes but 10 minutes turned into two hours, so i guess im gonna have to wait.”

please don’t ever ask him to do this again.

⊹ 𝓀𝑠𝑤．

like jay, he knows what everything is

he’s actually really excited to do this

he pays attention when you do your makeup and pays attention when he gets his makeup done so

he basically knows what everything is he just.. doesn’t know how to do it

he knows all of your favorite products

count how many times he calls you pretty challenge:

“look at how pretty she is!” he exclaims as you prime your face. “i did her skin care by the way.”

he watched as you applied your concealer, telling the viewers exactly what brand it was and what it did for your skin.

“i’m pretty sure this is her favorite product.”

“okay! next she’s gonna set with this one powder that she absolutely loves.” he giggled.

you chuckle at his excitement, not expecting him to like this as much as he did. you just knew people would want more of him narrating your routines and grwms.

“and now, she’s putting on her blush.. I love this part.” he said, mesmerized by you and your features.

“isn’t she so pretty?”

⊹ 𝓎𝑗𝑤．

he’s so confused

tbh he just yaps the whole time

you don’t know what he’s talking about, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about..

he just knows that he buys some of the stuff

he gives random facts throughout the video ??

“okay, so i’m not really sure of what she’s putting on her face right now..” he said, scratching his head slightly.

“did you guys know that dolphins name each other?”

“jungwon..?” you furrow your eyebrows, looking at him confusingly.

“oh, right! sorry, now she’s applying some.. nose.. stuff?”

you mentally face palmed at his attempt to name the products, which he ended up wrong every time.

“if it wasn’t already obvious, i know none of these things, i just get whatever she tells me to buy.” jungwon giggled, watching you apply your blush.

please DO NOT let him do this ever again 😭🙏🏽

⊹ 𝓃𝑟𝑘．

bro does NOT wanna be here

he doesn’t wanna do it at all 😭

but somehow you convince him (you told him you’d buy him robux)

he guesses everything

some of it he gets right somehow

gets so triggered when you laugh at him 😭

“um, okay, she’s applying concealer.. that’s concealer, right?” he looked over at you, as the video showed you applying the product.

you looked at him, giggling.

“why are you laughing? is that not concealer?” he asked again, becoming irritated.

“yes.. just keep going, ki.” you cover up your laughs.

he rolls his eyes playfully, “anyways, now she’s putting on some powder shit.. i don’t know.”

“and she’s.. beating it on her face..? why are you punching yourself?” he quirks an eyebrow.

you shake your head, sighing at his confusion.

✿

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[mickyschumacher]

Can you write a Carlos imagine based on this TikTok?

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMSN4eFyy/

It translates to “I don’t need you to defend me because I’m a women” - “I’m not defending you because you are a women, I’m doing it because you are MY women”

[MY WOMAN!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you and carlos are going through some ups and downs in your new relationship. but some things become a bit hard to ignore no matter how strong you are. or in which carlos really just wants to have dinner with you in peace.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, girls putting down girls (don't ever do that shit), mentions of reader not looking pretty and being called rude af names, fluff, bare skeletons of angst, poor jokes, honestly lack of a plot, shit spanish // not really proof-read

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: carlos sainz x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.9k+

𝐀/𝐍: honestly it's been a minute since i wrote for carlos and for that i'm forever sorry. i kinda made it more cuter than intended. i feel like the tiktok was meant to be hot but hey, it's the thought that counts! enjoy! ♡︎

🏎️ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | ⚽️𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

In the world of racing and luxury, it never spun alone.

No.

The company of scandal was gravity and the air itself. It was a living creature. Sometimes loud and hissing. Other times quiet and patient... waiting for the right moment to pounce.

From your first picture with Carlos, you had heard it all. Whore. Slut. Gold digger. Escort. Yacht girl.

It was unbelievable. But you supposed the idea that you were just a girl who had simply bumped into Carlos when he was on vacation was more unbelievable.

It was entirely random. Your meeting that is.

One morning you had woken up to go to work. You had done your usual routine: shower, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, doomscroll for a couple of minutes before you convinced yourself to take a sick day, and finally head out the door. Normally, the next step was to walk to the bus stop five minutes down your street.

But said bus stop had a crowd. While that was not unusual, the worry was in the scattered shouts and phones in the air. Who on earth was in the midst of that? You had no idea. You didn't really want to know either.

So you stood in your driveway, eyeing your car with a frown. Driving in peak traffic or fighting your way through a crowd?

The decision was easy.

So you braved a step to the bus stop, looking unsettled at the raucous individuals. Wondering when the next bus was arriving, you pulled out your phone. But as soon as you did, you felt something large slam into your side.

Your eyes were wide. You didn't even have the time to fall, the strange force grabbing you by the arm and running in the opposite direction of your stop.

The passing streets were a blur. You think you saw your grocery store in the corner but it was too a much of mess to tell. You felt dizzy, world spinning as you came to a stop. Your chest heaved, rising up and down in the attempt to catch your breath.

Leaning on your knees with your hands, you panted, looking up at the figure with furrowed brows and a dry throat. "What the literal hell was that?" You breathed.

The male in front of you winced at your words. "I'm so sorry. I was trying to run from the crowd and," he sighed out, also catching his breath albeit less than you were. "I didn't realise you were there. But it was the only chance I got."

You stretched your body up, leaning on the brick wall behind you. "So you're the reason I can't go to work? What are you? A male stripper?"'

"A... A what?" The male blinked blankly before wheezing with laughter. He clutched his chest, amused by the serious expression on your face. "I... I'm a driver. A race driver. In Formula One," he retorted, grin still etched on his face.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkk–

Your cheeks flushed. "Oh," you murmured, rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly. You couldn't even swallow your embarrassment. Christ, your mouth was always getting you into trouble.

"Do male strippers often crowd your bus stop?" He asked, tilting his head, looking over you gently.

You, oblivious, simply shrugged. "If I had a dollar for every time it happened, I had have two dollars. Which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice."

The male smiled, extending his hand. "I'm Carlos."

The following hours of your first meeting involved you skipping work (funny how things ended up working the way they did) and helping Carlos hide out in your house.

You learned he was on vacation but had gotten mobbed in the end. He learned you absolutely hated your job – a total surprise seeing you had offered to skip work in order to host him.

You couldn't really explain it. But you got along well. You spoke for hours. Found that Carlos made really good lunches from what you had leftover in your pantry. You finally found out why your neighbour screamed at his TV every other weekend (you had told him to quieten down the other week and he responded "It's the Monaco Grand Prix! I can't!").

Carlos, on the other hand, in the few hours of knowing you, had come to really enjoy your presence. Never had he felt so comfortable with someone. He found himself divulging things he had never even told his father let alone Oñoro.

And before it was time to leave, Carlos had asked you out on his final days of vacation. And least to say, they were the best days of your life.

Now you were here. No longer working the job you hated. Instead you found a job in Madrid that didn't want to make you burst into tears the moment you woke up. Travelled here and there with Carlos when you could.

The only downside was you knew nothing about Formula One.

Sure. The system was easy enough. Practice. Qualify. Race. Pitstops. Strategy. Engineering. Was half of it beyond you? Yes. But you had survived.

The part of Formula One you were talking about was the one from the camera's point of view.

Carlos had done his best to shield you from the nastiness of it all. But as he found it difficult to keep things private (largely due to his inability to keep his hands off you), you both agreed to go public.

It wasn't all bad.

You weirdly had a lot of supportive fans of both you and your relationship. You had met the other girlfriends, specifically the two Lilys and you had become great friends with them.

For all the bad, you had your little support system. And for you, that was enough.

But today, your system experienced it's first shakes.

You were enjoying a night out with Carlos, finding yourself at a nice restaurant after he had decided to let go of his cooking skills tonight. The atmosphere was lively and warm. You were seated across him and eagerly looking at the menu.

You had noticed the table next to you as you entered. The way that table of girls had immediately planted their eyes on you and Carlos, all smiling at each other knowingly and wickedly.

You didn't think much of it. It wasn't anything new. And it wasn't bothering you so there was no point in getting upset about it.

But as more wine was poured and drunk, their laughs began to echo a bit to loudly for your liking. The things you could make it out... they weren't friendly by any means.

It had even captured Carlos' attention, who was savouring his steak so dearly.

"¿Cuál es el problema de esas chicas? Son tan ruidosas. Ni siquiera puedo comer en paz," Carlos muttered in Spanish, giving you a defeated expression. What are those girls' problem? They're so loud. I can't even eat in peace.

Your lips briefly quirked in amusement, making use of your one-on-one Spanish lessons. You shrugged, trying to keep your sinking heart at bay. "Probably drunk," you murmured, picking at your food.

Carlos frowned at the sight, quickly feeling that something was wrong. But before he could pry any further, the conversation at the table next to you was clearer than ever.

"I mean what does he even see in her? She's just so... average. And he's so hot. And he races! All the other driver's are so pretty and she's letting them down. He's way better off with someone else."

You sucked in a sharp breath, spotting Carlos' jaw clench as a chorus of agreements flooded from that table. Your lips parted upon seeing him slowly put down his knife and fork on the side of his plate. "Carlos," you called wearily, worry churning your stomach.

Carlos held out his hand flat, a gesture for you to simply stop and leave it to him. He pushed his chair back and stood, the creek slightly deafening.

You watched him saunter over to the table of girls, who already had their eyes fixated on him. "Ladies," Carlos grinned, clasping his hands before he put either of them on the backs of two chairs.

"Hi Carlos," one girl said meekly, smile wide on her face while another couldn't believe he was in front of them.

"Now correct me whenever you want, but I'm trying to enjoy a nice dinner with my girlfriend and I feel like your... conversation is really disturbing it. So I would really appreciate if you would... ¿cómo se dice 'shut the fuck up' in English?" Carlos started, looking at you with a raised brow.

You pressed your lips together, preventing a laugh from spilling from your lips.

Another girl's mouth fell open, unsure of what to say but Carlos bet her to it. "And for the record," he said, taking a step towards you, hand on the back of your neck, "she's is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And with a much kinder heart than any of yours. If anything, she deserves much better than me."

The silence was loud.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, eyes slightly burning as you looked up at him. "Carlos..."

Carlos' usual brown eyes fiery and firm, moving from the group of girls to you. He moved his hand from your neck to in front of you. His eyes softened. "Come on, cariño," he murmured, "it's time to leave."

You swallowed, looking back at your table as you took his hand. "But we're not finished with our food," you whispered.

Carlos tried to suppress his grin at your hushed tones. You sounded like you were committing a crime. He tugged you closer, leaning over you to grab your purse. "I'm sure I can whip up something better anyways. The food here tastes like crap."

Without even a nod of acknowledgement, you were hurrying out of the restaurant and walking to where Carlos had parked his car.

You walked together in brief silence, feeling the evening air wrap around you, instantly making you shiver. You smiled gratefully when Carlos put his jacket on your shoulders.

Carlos said nothing, simply putting a hand on your waist and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You pursed your lips, turning to look at him. "Carlos, you know... that whole thing back there. I don’t need you to defend me because I’m a woman," you told him.

He stopped in his tracks, making you do the same. He smiled softly, running his other hand down your arm before grasping your own. "I’m not defending you because you're a woman, I’m doing it because you are my woman."

Your eyes widened slightly as Carlos continued. "I don't doubt it. I know you can defend yourself. I've seen it online. And I'm proud of that. But as long as I'm with you, I want to protect you, cariño. Because you mean everything to me."

"Since when did you become so romantic?" You breathed out slowly, laughing softly as you blinked away the thin glaze of tears welling in your eyes.

Carlos grinned. "I've always been this romantic," he retorted, giving you a slight nudge. "Now come on, it's cold and we need to make dinner," he stated, linking his arm through yours.

You agreed, walking with him once again. You blinked, suddenly thinking of something. "Carlos... you were craving that steak, right?"

"Don't remind me," Carlos sighed, shoulders slumping. "That was the best steak of my life."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[azzishands]

Fan of a fan - Chapter five

Paige x Azzi

Word count: 11.8k

Warnings: sexual content

Author’s note: I just really want to stress that the characters in this story are NOT a reflection of the real people they are based off of. There’s gonna be mentions of family members from now on and I just wanna point out that I do not know these people, so just keep that in mind, that these are fictional characters that just share the same name as the real life people. With that being said, hope you like it!<3

Masterlist

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Azzi was walking out of the airport with her bags in her hands, looking for a sign of the blonde woman who was gonna pick her up. 

Two weeks had gone by fast. Azzi had been busy with shooting and Paige with ending the North America tour. They had started to exchange a few messages during the two weeks, which then led to a couple of phone calls, which in turn led to multiple facetimes. It just came naturally to them. 

It started with Paige sending Azzi a photo of the band watching Ricochet, telling her that she had convinced them to watch it. And then Azzi called her, wanting to see what exact dates she should set aside in her schedule for Minnesota. And eventually, Paige facetimed Azzi a random night after a concert, just talking about everything and nothing. And after that, it had become some sort of routine to talk or facetime every day.

Paige had quickly learned during the last two weeks that Azzi Fudd was a very calm person in general, but way more goofy than she would first imagine. She would catch Azzi do random TikTok dances in the middle of their facetime sessions, or sing with a weird voice in another language. Her favorite moment was when Azzi was baking cookies one time on facetime, and she started to sing one of Paige’s songs out of nowhere, just belting it out, while she was taking the cookies out of the oven. Azzi had not even realized what she was doing until she saw Paige smiling like a fool on her phone. 

“Oh shit,” Azzi had slipped out, covering her mouth instinctively. 

“That sounded really good,” Paige had teased her. “You should follow us to Europe and be our background singer.”

“Shut up,” the actress blushed. 

Azzi on the other hand, had learned how extremely loving Paige is towards everyone around her. The way she treats her bandmates as not just her band and friends, but as her family. The way she treats her fans so respectfully. And the way she’s always trying to be the best version of herself, and always gets disappointed in herself when she feels like she could’ve done better. That’s another thing she had caught on to - the way Paige was afraid of doing anything wrong.

“It’s impossible to see every single one in a crowd,” Azzi tried to reassure Paige one time on a phone call after Paige had accidentally not high-fived a fan when the band had exited a restaurant. A fan had taken a video of it, pointing out how Paige had ignored the fan.

“But it really looks like I actively ignored her,” Paige sighed. “I should try and find her, see if I can fix some free tickets to a concert or something.”

“Paige,” Azzi had said so softly. “It was a high-five. I promise you the fan was just excited to see you all. If she’s really a fan of yours she knows that you would never purposefully ignore her high-five.”

“I guess so,” the singer had said. “Thank you.”

And now here they were, finally getting to see each other again. 

According to the text message Paige had sent earlier, Azzi should be looking for a white pickup truck. And it didn’t take long until she spotted one, along with the blonde waving at her. 

“Hey you,” Paige hugged the actress tightly. “How was the flight?”

Azzi greeted the blonde by melting into the familiar arms before Paige took Azzi’s bags and put them in the car. 

“It’s cold here,” the actress stated and turned up the heat in the car as Paige drove the car out of the airport’s parking lot. 

“I told you to bring a winter coat,” Paige chuckled while driving. 

“I know,” Azzi groaned. 

“It’s alright, I got an extra at home.”

At last, they arrived at Paige’s apartment in downtown Minneapolis. It was a very lowkey apartment building who you would never guess a rich famous singer would live in. The inside of the building on the other hand, was definitely something a rich famous singer would live in.

“Welcome to me,” Paige said and opened the door for her guest. “Want a tour?” 

The apartment consisted of three big bedrooms, a spacious kitchen, a living room, a small home movie theatre, an office and a cozy home studio. Azzi peeked in every corner of the apartment, trying to spot all the small things that made the place Paige’s. Like the photographs of her family in the bedroom, and the Grammy standing so proudly in the studio, and the little stuffed husky in the movie theatre. But her favorite thing she saw was the bookshelf in the office, which was filled with all kinds of books. There was something very intimate about walking through Paige’s place. Maybe because she’s a very private person to the public, which makes it a contrast to how Azzi was getting to know her, getting to see every little corner of her home. 

“Damn, this place is huge,” Azzi said as they finished the tour of the place.

“Yeah it’s spacious,” Paige nodded. “But I just felt like I wanted a place where my family could stay when they’re here. And it’s convenient when the band is here as well, to be able to be in one place, you know?”

“I thought your family lived here in Minnesota?”

“My dad and my stepmom and my little brother live here, but my mom and two younger siblings live in Montana,” the singer explained. 

“Oh I see,” the actress said. “Are you close with your siblings?”

“Yeah, I try to see them as much as I can, but me and my mom have a little more… strained relationship than me and my dad, so I see my little brother Drew, who lives here, a lot more than Ryan and Lauren. But I try to fly them out here often, and have a lot of sleepovers and stuff,” Paige explained further. 

“That’s cute,” the actress smiled warmly. “Are they much younger?”

“Yeah, they’re all almost teenagers,” Paige said. “But I still see them as my babies.”

“I get what you mean. I have two younger brothers who are in college now, but I still see them as the small kids who used to run around in the house playing tag all day,” Azzi said.

“You’re the oldest too?” Paige asked.

“I mean, yeah, but also no,” Azzi said and scratched the back of her head. “My dad is not my biological dad, but he’s the one who raised me and everything. I don’t have any contact with my biological dad, but I do have an older brother from him. We don’t talk that much but we’re cool. So yeah, I’m the oldest sibling in my house, but not, biologically or whatever.”

“Yeah, family is kinda complicated sometimes,” the singer said with a sigh. 

Azzi nodded and hummed in agreement. 

“Anyway, I was thinking that we were gonna cook something for lunch,” Paige said. 

“Cook? Do you know how to cook?” Azzi asked.

“Um, yes? I’m an excellent chef, thank you very much,” the singer stated with sass. “Do you not?”

“I consider myself much more of an eater than a cooker,” Azzi replied. “But I’ll watch you.”

“Nah, you’re gonna cook with me, you don’t have a choice miss Fudd,” Paige protested and grabbed her hand to drag her to the kitchen. 

Even though Azzi’s really not into cooking at all, she secretly loved the fact that Paige wanted them to cook something together, and she couldn’t wait to see Paige doing her thing in the kitchen.

“So, I was thinking we’re gonna do lasagna,” Paige brought her hands together as if she’s some kind of motivational speaker while Azzi sat by the kitchen island, looking at her amused. “Do you like that?”

“I love lasagna,” Azzi nodded. 

“Okay good, so you can start by chopping up some onion and garlic,” the singer instructed and took out a cutting board and a knife for the actress. 

“And what are you gonna do?” 

“I’m gonna watch and make sure you don’t hurt yourself,” Paige teased. 

In the end, Paige actually had to watch over Azzi when she was cutting the onions, because she did not have the right technique at all.

“Oh my God, have you never done this before?” Paige almost shouted at the actress as she walked over to her and put the knife down. “You’re a danger to yourself.”

“Shut up, I’m not that bad,” Azzi argued. 

“You literally are. Here,” the blonde took a step towards the actress and stood behind her, wrapping her arms around her body to put her hands gently on top of Azzi’s.

“Now let me guide you,” she said softly. Her head was resting on Azzi’s right shoulder, and it was really distracting for the actress to focus on cutting the onions when Paige’s face was that close to her own. 

“See?” the singer said as she guided Azzi’s hands with the right motions. “How much easier it is when you do it like this.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Azzi said, not having paid attention at all, just leaning into the feeling of the singer behind her, almost holding her. 

Paige could tell Azzi didn’t pay attention. So she put the knife down, still having her hands on top of Azzi’s, and just stood there for a few seconds. She let go of Azzi’s hands and instead wrapped her arms around the actress’ stomach softly and nuzzled her head into the actress’ neck. Being hugged from behind by Paige Bueckers was instantly one of Azzi’s favorite feelings.

Azzi relaxed into the singer’s body, leaning back with her head, turning it towards the blonde hair and inhaled the scent of Paige’s shampoo. 

“Fuck it, maybe we should just order something and then take a nap,” Paige murmured into Azzi’s skin, giving her goosebumps from feeling the singer’s breath on her neck.

“Hmm, that sounds great, but I don’t want to ruin your plans,” Azzi said. “Besides, now I really want to eat lasagna.”

“Are you sure?” Paige leaned back from the hug to look at Azzi, still with her arms wrapped around her.

“Yes,” Azzi smiled brightly. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. Those piercing blue eyes always did something to Azzi. They’re completely irresistible. She’s certain that if Paige would ask her for anything and look at her like that with those eyes, Azzi would not be able to say no, ever.

Paige licked her lips out of habit, and Azzi’s eyes darted down. This time it’s Paige who leans in. She stopped just before their lips met and looked at the actress, then lightly pressed her lips onto Azzi’s. 

Azzi sighed contentedly into the gentle kiss. She carefully turned around and wrapped her own arms around Paige’s neck, as they kissed once again, this time more firm. Paige’s hands were on Azzi’s lower back, pulling her closer. The singer lightly swiped her tongue on the actress’ bottom lip, asking for entrance, and Azzi opened up her mouth to meet Paige’s tongue with her own. The butterflies were going wild in Azzi’s stomach at the sensation. She could easily make out with Paige for hours if she could. 

That’s why Azzi broke the kiss abruptly and way too quickly for Paige’s liking. “If we don’t stop now I don’t think we’ll ever finish the lasagna,” she breathed, resting her forehead against Paige’s. 

“We don’t have to,” Paige smirked.

“Paige,” Azzi rolled her eyes with a big grin and gently pushed the singer away. 

Paige just smiled and gave Azzi a quick peck on her cheek before she took the knife in her hand and started cutting the onions and garlic.

One hour later, the lasagna was in the oven. Paige had done most of the work, but Azzi had been right beside her, helping as much as she could without being a hazard to her environment. That included stirring the meat, placing the lasagna sheets when they layered it, and sprinkle mozzarella on top. Oh, and putting it in the oven of course. 

Now they were laying side by side in Paige’s bed, having to wait another forty minutes for it to be done. The plan was to take a nap while they were waiting, since Azzi was a little tired from the flight, but none of them closed their eyes. How could they, when they were right next to each other.

“You can sleep with your eyes open?” Paige joked, as she turned to lay on her side, facing the actress. 

Azzi turned to face Paige as well. 

“Guess I’m not that tired anymore,” Azzi said.

It’s only their knees that are touching, but Paige could feel it through her whole body. It seemed that the actress could never be close enough. 

“Tell me about your dreams,” Paige said. 

“My dreams?” 

“Yeah, in life.”

“I wanna win an academy award for best actress. I want to star in a series. And I know it’s a bit cringe maybe, but I want to be a part of a film remake of a classic,” Azzi mused out loud. 

“All of it sounds like valid dreams, and really doable ones too,” Paige smiled. “It’s just a matter of time, really.”

“I don’t know,” Azzi blushed shyly. “I’m trying not to stress about it, but I feel like I’m not that young anymore and the pressure is getting to me for every day that goes by in this industry.”

“You mean you’re not a teenager anymore,” Paige stated. 

“Yeah, exactly. The age of people who are breaking through in the industry is becoming younger and younger, and even if I’m only twenty-two, it feels like I’m a middle aged woman compared to these new sixteen-year-olds, judging by the media. And don’t get me wrong, I am very grateful for being where I’m at and how I got here, and I know that my career doesn’t have to end just because I’m getting older, but it’s just that… feeling.”

“I get that,” Paige said. “I think it’s a bit different in the music industry, since we don’t have to be a certain age for a role, or have a certain look. But there’s definitely some kind of pressure to attain accomplishments as young as you can.”

“Right? Even though it really doesn’t matter, it's an underlying incitement in the whole industry that seeps through in how everyone treats you and looks at you. Everything feels so rushed,” the actress agreed. “But what about your dreams?”

Paige’s eyes wandered for a bit, thinking to herself what she’s gonna say.

“Hmm, I think my dream is to live a peaceful life, continuing to write songs, playing with the band, but not always being the center of attention I guess. And maybe start a family one day,” Paige said at last. 

“Oh wow, my dreams were really shallow compared to yours,” Azzi laughed. “Was it ever a dream to win a grammy?”

“Not really, I’m not that award oriented,” Paige told her. “But I’m super grateful for it, now that I have one, it’s something I’m really proud of. It’s like a statue for how strong our bond is in the band. At least that’s what it stands for for me.”

Azzi smiled brightly. “You’re so humble.”

Paige shrugged and tucked away a strand of hair that got in Azzi’s face behind her ear, her fingertips brushing against the actress’ cheek. Azzi shivered by the faint touch. 

“Do you judge me for wanting to win an Oscar?” Azzi asked honestly. 

“No, of course not,” Paige immediately answered. “Music is too subjective for me, one might like it, one might not, it depends on who sits in the jury after all. I guess it goes the same with movies, in a way, but not with acting. At least not in my opinion. It can be a really bad movie, but the acting can still be good. Acting is a skill, and there is good and bad acting.”

“I guess so,” Azzi mumbled. 

“I like that you’re ambitious,” the singer told her. “You’re a hard working woman with big dreams you’re not afraid to chase. There’s like nothing more attractive than that.” 

Azzi let out a puff of air, feeling her cheeks starting to heat up. 

“I can think of a few things more attractive than that,” she said as she looked into those blue eyes intently.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Paige whispered back.

“Like, being a humble superstar,” she said. “And, I don’t know, having… blue eyes. And blonde hair. And a really cute smile, with the biggest heart, and even bigger hands.” 

“Hands?” Paige laughed and looked at her hand in front of her, flipping it back and forth, inspecting it. “You’re into hands?”

“No, just yours,” Azzi said and put her hand on Paige’s. 

“Your hand is almost as big as mine,” Paige stated as they’re having palm against palm. 

In the blink of an eye, Azzi intertwined their fingers, rolled them over and straddled Paige while pressing her hand down onto the mattress, using her other hand to press down Paige’s other wrist.

“Oh,” Paige chuckled in the new position she’s suddenly found herself in. 

Azzi leaned down and kissed Paige on the lips. It's strange, how their bodies just seem to flow together as if they were one. As if they weren’t meant to be anywhere else but on each other. 

Paige got her hands free from Azzi’s and let them stroke her sides, earning a soft grunt from the woman on top of her. She let them go further down Azzi’s body, down to her hips and then on her butt. 

The actress just tried to keep holding herself up with her arms on either side of Paige’s head, but the feeling of her hands on her butt makes Azzi just wanna melt down and collapse.

Azzi moved her hands to Paige’s chest, gently palming her breasts. The singer groaned while her hips jerked up a little, which in return made Azzi let out a soft moan. She started to grind down on Paige, which resulted in Paige raising her hips a little bit, helping her movements with her hands.

They’re both panting into each other’s mouth while still dancing with their tongues. Paige moved her hands to Azzi’s back, running them up and down, then caressing her sides, making Azzi feel tingles all over her body. God, Azzi loved feeling Paige’s hands on her. 

The actress started to kiss down Paige’s neck, licking and biting everywhere on the space she’s given when Paige leaned back with her head. Azzi felt tempted to leave a mark, but decided against it and moved onto the collarbone, licking along it. Paige was writhing under her touch, and Azzi could hear low whimpers coming out of her mouth. 

Paige was going insane. The kisses on her neck, the licks along her collarbone, suddenly hearing Azzi moan in her ear? It’s all just too much for her to handle. She felt as if she could come undone right there and then. Her body was moving on its own by now, just reacting to whatever Azzi Fudd was doing to her.

And then Azzi moved her leg to settle it in between Paige’s, and suddenly there’s pressure on the one place that’s been aching. Paige arched her back from the surprise and slightly gasped. Azzi’s gasping too because when Paige arched her back, she bent her knees and suddenly Azzi was practically riding her thigh. 

The actress brought her mouth to Paige’s once again, and kissed her passionately. Their clothes were still fully on, but their hands were beneath the fabric of their shirts. Paige’s fingertips dragged along Azzi’s abs while Azzi’s fingertips were caressing Paige’s sides. 

Paige can feel something start to build in the pit of her stomach. Her boxers are absolutely soaking and the stimulation she’s feeling from Azzi’s thigh is unbelievable. But it’s Azzi’s kissing that’s getting her closer and closer. The way she’s kissing her with so much passion and need. 

The singer moved her hands down Azzi’s stomach to the hem of her pants and was just about to undo them, when the alarm for the lasagna set off. 

Azzi broke the kiss and collapsed on top of Paige, letting out a frustrated groan. 

“Oh my God,” she murmured.

Paige wrapped her arms around the relaxed Azzi, and she could feel her heartbeat beat as fast as her own against her ribcage. 

“I know,” Paige whispered, equally as frustrated. “Talk about bad timing.”

“I was close,” Azzi confessed in a whisper as she removed herself from the singer. 

Paige smiled like a fool hearing that, sitting up on the bed as well.

“I’ll take care of it later,” she said and rubbed the actress’ back as comfort. “I promise.”

“You better,” Azzi looked at Paige with a serious look, and Paige could only laugh. 

Something about them already felt so familiar and domestic, and she has a feeling the rest of the remaining time together will only develop their connection.

—

It was the second to last day together in Minnesota for the two women. Azzi had been there now for two days, having two more days to enjoy together. She would’ve wanted to stay longer with Paige, but it had required a lot of planning and detailed scheduling for her agent Caroline to arrange four whole days off. Azzi couldn’t possibly ask for more when Caroline had done everything and a little bit more to make it possible. 

Yet here she was, wanting to ask Caroline if she could just stay one more day in Minnesota. Of course she knew it would never work, but in a desperate attempt to prolong her visit, she sent a text. 

Azzi Fudd: There’s no way I can get one more day off, is there?

Caroline Ducharme: No honey, I don’t think there is. You have a movie to film.

Azzi Fudd: Figured. Just wanted to double check. Thank you Caroline<3

She put away her phone and looked over to the sleeping blonde right beside her. Azzi didn’t hesitate to scoot closer and put her arms around her. She loved being the big spoon just as much as being the little. 

The last two days had been simply amazing. Azzi hadn’t really known what to expect before she got there, but she hadn’t expected them to be so… coupley with each other so fast. It came naturally of course, but when she thought about it, it was almost strange how natural and easy everything had flown between them, considering the limited time they spent together prior. 

It was the way their fingers would brush against each other every time they were beside one another. Or the way they would look at each other like they didn’t need words to communicate. Or the way Paige would just kiss her out of nowhere, so innocently, so full of affection. Or the way Azzi would curl up next to Paige when they watched a movie, and play with her hair. It was the way everything was said and done with so apparent yearning for each other. As if they had waited long enough already to not care about being obvious with what they want.

She thoroughly enjoyed it. And the fact that it all was happening with the Paige Bueckers? Sometimes Azzi had the urge to pinch herself to see if it’s all just a dream, because it was really too good to be true. 

She was in awe of the way Paige carried herself, but also just the way she looked at the world. She was always humble, never took anything for granted and did everything with love and respect. Azzi looked up to the singer in so many different ways already. 

Paige started to stir in Azzi’s arms, and she turned around and lazily swung her arm around the actress’ waist.

“Good morning,” Azzi whispered, having the blonde’s head under her own.

“Morning,” the newly awake Paige mumbled back into Azzi’s chest. She nuzzled her head closer to the actress’ neck, wanting to be even closer. Azzi just held her tighter and gave her head a peck.

“What time is it?” the singer asked.

“It’s 9 am.”

“I could set camp right here for the rest of my life,” Paige mumbled sleepily. 

“I think you’re sleep talking now” Azzi stated amused. 

“I’ve never been more awake,” Paige replied back and sighed contentedly in Azzi’s arms. 

She loved the way Azzi held her. She loved that it felt so safe to be big, small, strong, weak, confident and insecure with the actress. In the past, she would often meet girls who only wanted her confident and dominant side, and even though she was all that, she’s not only that. With Azzi, it feels like all of her fits in. Nothing is too feminine or too masculine, Azzi just sees her as Paige, and that’s enough. Being herself felt so easy with Azzi.

“I’m not used to being held like this,” Paige confessed. “But I love it.”

“I can’t imagine that, you’re very holdable,” Azzi stroked the blonde hair and started to massage her scalp softly. “You’re just a baby.”

“I’m older than you, you’re the baby,” Paige protested. 

“Shh my baby,” Azzi cooed and just kept on stroking her hair as if she was comforting her. “Don’t start crying now.”

Paige would normally keep the bicker going, but not this time. Hearing Azzi call her her baby did something to her, even if it was play pretend. Feeling this way shouldn’t be possible when they’ve barely known each other for a month, but here she was, feeling big feelings for the actress already. Hearing that possessive pronoun made her heart flutter. 

The singer leaned away a little from Azzi’s embrace to look her in the eyes.

“I really appreciate you being here Azzi,” Paige said dead serious.

“I really appreciate being here,” Azzi answered. “With you.” 

“Kinda don’t want you to leave tomorrow,” the singer mumbled before nestling her head under Azzi’s head once more. 

“Me neither,” Azzi breathed, her heart beating fast at the way Paige had just looked at her, so full of affection, so full of admiration and… care. 

Yesterday had been a day full of adventures. Paige had been driving them around, showing Minneapolis. They had been shopping, going to a museum, eaten at a fancy restaurant at night, then gone to a movie theatre to catch some random movie. Every single second spent together the last 48 hours had been simply amazing. There was never a dull moment with the two together. Azzi felt like she could do laundry with Paige, and it would somehow be fun. Paige felt like she’s never experienced Minneapolis the way she had the last two days with Azzi. She had never realized how romantic the city really is. 

Paige’s favorite moment was when they were at the Minneapolis institute of art, and Azzi always dragged her to another painting or photography and said: “Look, look, this one’s really cool. I like the colors here. And this one! Oh my God, how do you even capture this? Kinda gives me the creeps but in a good way.” It was so cute how Azzi was so excited to show Paige all things she found beautiful. It made Paige feel special, like Azzi wanted to share all the beauty in this world with her, eagerly. 

Her reminiscing came to an abrupt end when her phone started to ring, and Azzi opened her arms to let her go so she could answer the phone.

“Morning kid,” her dad answered the phone.

“Hey Dad."

“I know you said you’re gonna be busy having company these four days, but Drew is really impatient and he wants to play some basketball with you like right now. How about you and your company come over tomorrow night and eat dinner with us?” he asked. 

“I don’t know…” Paige looked over at Azzi who was looking at her curiously. “Let me think about it and I’ll call you back.”

“Yes, think about it,” Bob, her dad, said. 

They hung up and Azzi rose from the bed and started to get dressed. 

“Your dad?” she asked while putting on some pants.

“Yeah, he um… he kinda invited us to eat dinner with them tomorrow night,” Paige scratched the back of her head. 

“Oh,” Azzi stopped what she was doing. “I mean, I don’t mind. Do you want to?”

“The question is, do you want to?” Paige chuckled. “It’s our last moment together before you gotta fly home, you wanna spend it with my family?”

“As long as you’re there, I don’t see why not,” Azzi smiled. 

Paige’s lips curved into a smile. “Really?”

“Really,” Azzi nodded. “It’ll be fun to meet Drew too.”

“He wanted to play basketball with me, that’s why we even got invited,” Paige scoffed. “Dummy.”

“You know, I played basketball in High school, and could’ve gone to college if I wanted to” Azzi said. “If he wants to play with a real hooper instead of… you.”

Paige let her jaw drop in disbelief. “Excuse me, I also played in High school and was close to being recruited, but then our band started to take off so I didn’t pursue that career.”

“Oh really?” Azzi challenged. “Did you also get to meet Steph Curry for being such a great three-point shooter?”

“Um, no?” Paige said with an attitude. “I was more of an unselfish player, letting my teammates shine.”

“You mean they carried you.”

“Nah what the hell is this,” Paige protested. “Tomorrow imma show you videos of me playing and then I dare you to say that again.”

“Or, we can just play against each other and settle it that way,” Azzi suggested. “That is, unless you know you can’t win against me and would rather have me watch a video.”

“Bruh, you’re on,” Paige said. “Get ready to be humbled tomorrow.”

“Likewise,” Azzi said with a smirk. 

The two women got dressed and hopped into the car to drive to a “place with a view”, as Paige had called it. They had packed two sandwiches for lunch and had put on warm clothes for some light hiking. Apparently Paige loved to be outside in nature. 

“This is like my favorite spot ever,” Paige said as they had parked the car somewhere near a forest and had started walking. 

It was still winter and a bit chilly in the air. Their boots left prints in the snow and Azzi could see steam from her breathing through her mouth as they walked. The sun was shining, and the snow on the ground was glittering all around them. It was truly beautiful.

“Wow, it’s so still out here,” Azzi said as they had walked up the hill to a more sparse part of the forest. They had walked so much upwards that they now could see the city from a distance, from above. It could’ve might as well have been a ski slope, the view, the snow, the altitude and the lack of trees around them. 

Paige sat down by a bench that was thoughtfully placed where you could see the view the best. Azzi joined right beside her.

“I love to hear the nature around me, like the birds or the wind. Or just the silence. God, I love hearing the silence,” Paige told Azzi while looking out over the view. “I used to come here a lot when I had fought with my mom growing up.”

Azzi looked at Paige with a sad smile. “What about now?”

Paige’s blue eyes met her brown ones with that, and gave her a small smile. “Not that often anymore. Now I go here to just wind down in nature, not necessarily to escape anything.”

“It really is a breathtaking view from here,” Azzi said, still looking right at Paige. The singer nodded slowly, holding the eye contact carefully, not wanting to break it. 

“You like being in nature?” Paige asked. 

“I do, although I’m not hiking or anything, but I love to be outside in general. My grandparents have a cabin near a lake, so we used to be out on the water, fishing or swimming, and it’d be the best time of summer really,” Azzi reminisced. 

“That sounds like the best kind of summer,” Paige said. 

“It was,” Azzi nodded with a smile. “But I don’t make that much time now to be out in nature, unfortunately.”

“It’s a bit hard to do that in LA perhaps,” Paige mused. “You like LA?”

“I do,” Azzi answered. “It’s convenient and Hollywood is where the industry’s at. But I wouldn’t mind spending a year or two somewhere else, like going to a foreign country and film a foreign movie.”

“What kind of country are you interested in? I can be on the lookout on the Europe tour for you,” Paige asked. 

“Somewhere with a totally different culture than here. And aesthetically pleasing views, or beautiful nature. With lots of history to it,” Azzi mused out loud. 

“That’s… a lot,” Paige laughed. “Not very specific. I think you would like most countries.” 

“I haven’t traveled a lot, because I’ve been working mostly, so I wouldn’t really know,” Azzi admitted. 

“You should come to one of our concerts on the tour,” Paige said. 

“You’re inviting me everywhere,” Azzi laughed. “I’m gonna get fired for neglecting my job.”

“Is that a yes?” Paige smirked. 

“No,” Azzi snorted. 

“Is it a no?”

“...No.”

“I’ll see you in Europe then,” Paige said with a grin, knowing that Azzi most definitely wanted to come see her on tour. 

Azzi just rolled her eyes with a smile, gently shoving Paige’s arm. 

They just sat like that, next to each other, looking out at the view for the next few hours. The conversation flowed effortlessly like always. 

The rest of the day was spent in Paige’s apartment. Azzi had to read through her script and have a meeting online, and while Azzi worked, Paige cooked dinner for them. 

“I could get used to this,” Azzi said as she entered the kitchen after having ended her meeting, and saw the homemade meal of pasta alfredo. It smelled incredible.

Paige raised her eyebrows with a smirk. “Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, getting spoiled like this,” she nodded and sat down at the table. “Having a private chef.”

Paige lit some candles and put on some chill jazz music in the background. 

“Romantic,” Azzi commented. 

“It’s our last dinner together, just us,” Paige shrugged and sat down across Azzi. “I wanted it to be special.”

And it was special. It was special in the sense that it felt like a date between a couple who had been together for years. The way they would share funny stories from their childhood with each other and laugh so loudly. But mostly it was the fact that there was no nervousness surrounding them. It felt safe. It felt familiar already.

Paige could see it. She could see them in the future, just like this, spending their days together like this one - Azzi rehearsing her script, having online meetings in one room, Paige being in the other doing her thing, cooking for them, to at last join together for dinner. It was a vision she was steadily desiring more and more. Just more of Azzi in general in everyday life. In the big and small things.

Azzi was secure in their newfound connection. She didn’t doubt for a moment that they were on the same page with each other. She found Paige very consistent with her words and actions towards her, she felt no need to talk about where they were headed or clarify what they were doing. She felt safe in the unknown with Paige. And it meant everything.

—

“You ready?” Paige asked as she buttoned the last of her white button up shirt. 

Their final day together had arrived, and the two women were getting ready for the Buecker’s family dinner. 

“Yeah,” Azzi replied, giving herself one last look in the mirror. 

“Wow,” Paige said as she turned around to see the actress. Azzi was wearing a long black bodycon dress that was hugging her figure tightly with an open back. She had her curly hair down with silver earrings, necklace and rings. 

“You look absolutely stunning,” Paige blinked, not believing what she was seeing. 

“You think?” Azzi smiled innocently and gave a little twirl for Paige to see the whole thing. “Is it too much for a family dinner?”

“No,” Paige answered immediately, not being able to tear her eyes away from the other woman. “You should definitely wear that.”

“You know, you don’t look so bad yourself,” Azzi said and walked up to the blonde, wrapping her arms around her neck. Paige’s hands instinctively landed on Azzi’s lower back, pulling her in.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm. Kinda starting to regret us going somewhere where I can’t touch you like I want to,” Azzi whispered, her eyes hooded with mischief. 

Paige could feel her knees go weak with that. Azzi’s eyes were driving Paige mad, the way she was looking at her like she couldn’t wait to devour her. 

“Believe me, I’m gonna try and make it a short dinner,” Paige swallowed hard. 

Azzi just laughed and embraced the singer. “You know I packed my bag because I have to go straight to the airport afterwards.”

“Nothing’s impossible,” Paige just said and hugged her tightly. 

The car ride to Paige’s dad’s house was unbearable for Azzi. The way Paige was gripping the steering wheel in a white button up shirt and a jacket stirred something inside of her. She was practically squirming in the passenger seat. All she could think about was unbuttoning it, and feeling Paige’s chain against her skin, amongst other things. 

“You okay?” Paige asked, concerned with how shifty Azzi was being next to her. 

“Uh-huh,” Azzi just said, trying to play it cool. 

“Why are you… squirming like that?” Paige raised her eyebrow, still with her eyes on the road, and to Azzi’s misfortune, her hands still on the steering wheel with her veins popping. “Are you cold?”

“No no, I’m just… nervous, I guess,” Azzi lied. 

“Don’t be,” Paige smiled and put her hand on Azzi’s thigh as a supporting gesture. But that was really the cherry on top for Azzi.

“Oh God,” she blurted out at the contact. 

This time Paige turned her head for a second at Azzi with both her eyebrows raised suggestively. She saw the look on the actress’ face and finally understood what was going on. She snorted quietly to herself, not letting her hand go off Azzi's thigh. 

“What’s the matter?” Paige asked, pretending to not notice how worked up the actress was. She started to rub her hand up and down Azzi’s thigh as a sign of comfort. 

Azzi was trying to calm herself and steady her breathing. If she was gonna survive the night she was gonna have to become composed. But how could she, when Paige was rubbing her thigh like that, driving like that, being dressed like that?

“You can’t- I mean, I-” Azzi stammered and put her hand on top of Paige’s to make her stop moving it. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Paige said and withdrew her hand completely.

“No I-” Azzi stopped herself from saying anything.

Paige turned her head towards the younger one with a smug smile, revealing that she knew what was up. She placed her hand between them with her palm open, inviting Azzi to intertwine their fingers. 

“Is this better?” she asked. 

Azzi let out a breath and held her hand. “A little.”

Azzi was convinced Paige was one of the most precious human beings on this earth. Her gestures were always the cutest and pure. Azzi was sure that this woman right next to her could never hurt a fly. She was gentle, caring and loving in everything she did, she learned more and more everyday. The confident lead singer was still there, but it was really not the main characteristic like Azzi thought it would be in the beginning. 

Paige’s dad’s house really looked like any other house in the suburbs of Minneapolis, and Azzi was looking forward to meeting the people that raised the kind soul she had gotten to know. Paige parked the car in the driveway and the two women exited the car and entered the house.

“Paigey!” a young boy ran up to them and jumped up in Paige’s arms as soon as they walked in. 

“Hi Drew,” Paige held the boy who looked about eleven years old or something, Azzi couldn’t really tell. “Drew, get down, you gotta say hi to our company.”

Drew reluctantly let go of his big sister and looked at Azzi. 

“Oh wow,” he blurted out. “Hi.”

Azzi gently chuckled. “Hi Drew, I’m Azzi. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“I know who you are,” the boy deadpanned. “You’re that actress that Paigey loves.”

“Bro,” Paige facepalmed herself while Azzi gave her a smug smile. 

“Thought I heard someone at the door,” a man walked into the hall with a big smile. 

“I’m Bob, and this here is my wife Cathy,” he introduced the woman next to him. 

“Hi, I’m Azzi, it’s so nice to meet you.” 

“It’s so nice to meet you too,” Cathy said. “Wow, you’re very beautiful, Azzi.”

Azzi gave a kind smile with a “thank you” and follows the family into the kitchen where everything is set up. Paige gently put her arm on her back, leading her to one of the chairs to sit down by the table.

“Dig in,” Bob said as they all sat down around the table. 

“So Azzi,” Cathy spoke. “Congratulations on your Golden Globe.”

“Thank you,” Azzi slightly blushed, not having expected them to know about the recent award. 

“I remember last year when you were nominated, and we were watching it here because Paige made us, as the movie fanatic she is, and she got so upset when you didn’t win,” Bob told her with a smile. “Said something about being robbed.”

“Oh?” Azzi looked over at the blonde with an amused grin. “That’s sweet. Although I do think Lily Gladstone truly was the worthy winner, so I didn’t feel robbed at all. But thank you.”

“Perhaps,” Paige said, a bit embarrassed about her dad revealing her enthusiasm about the actress a year prior. “But I’m happy they got it right this time.”

Azzi smiled at the singer, and Cathy and Bob exchanged a knowing look. 

“Azzi, who���s the most famous person you know?” Drew suddenly asked. 

“Dude,” Paige just chuckled. 

“I bet it’s someone more famous than all of Paige’s friends,” he continued. 

“Hmm… Maybe Zendaya or Emma Stone,” Azzi answered. “And Paige Bueckers of course.”

“Paigey isn’t even that famous,” Drew commented. 

Paige snorted with a frown. “I’m not trying to be.”

“You’re doing pretty well for someone who’s not trying,” Azzi said.

“I know,” Paige shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m a natural.” Azzi just playfully rolled her eyes at that, finding Paige’s confidence to be stupidly charming. 

“Well Paige has been talking about you for years Azzi, so I’m glad we finally get to meet her friend,” Cathy spoke. 

“I’m glad to meet you too,” Azzi said, smirking on the inside with the knowledge that Paige’s parents probably thought that they had been friends for years just judging by how much the singer has talked about her. Paige on the other hand felt exposed everytime a family member opened their mouth. 

The dinner moved on steadily after that. Bob and Cathy were inviting people who made an effort to get to know Azzi with natural ease. The actress felt like she could be herself around the family and even joke with them. Azzi could see how this environment had shaped Paige into being the kind soul she is. 

“Thank you so much for this dinner, it was delicious,” Azzi said as they had finished the meal. 

“No problem honey,” Cathy answered. “If you’re ever in town again, you’re always welcome here.” 

Paige looked at the younger woman and nodded happily. 

“Are we gonna play basketball now?” Drew asked impatiently. 

“Yeah, let me and Azzi change clothes first,” Paige said and grabbed Azzi’s hand to lead her somewhere else. 

“Oh wow, is this Paige Bueckers room?” Azzi said as she looked around the small room with posters of artists and basketball players on the walls. 

“Here,” Paige tossed a hoodie and some sweatpants to Azzi. “You can wear that.”

Azzi started to take off her dress, but not without seeing how Paige was just unashamedly staring at her as she did. 

“Seeing something you like?” she teased.

“Let me help you with that,” Paige just said and approached the actress. She pulled the dress up, lightly caressing Azzi’s thighs in the process. They stood face to face, looking deeply in each other’s eyes.

Azzi lifted her arms up as Paige removed the dress completely from her. 

“Oh my God,” the singer exhaled at the sight of Azzi wearing a black lace lingerie set. “You did this on purpose.” Paige tossed the dress somewhere in the room and put her hands on Azzi’s waist and pulled her in closer, and Azzi snaked her arms around Paige’s neck.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Azzi answered, before planting a soft kiss on Paige’s lips, barely touching. “You like it?”

“I love it,” Paige nodded and leant in again to give her a proper kiss. Azzi sighed into it, feeling Paige’s hands roam freely over her body. The way she caressed her sides, her butt, her stomach, her back - it drove Azzi crazy. She let out a soft groan into Paige’s mouth. 

“Paigey! Azzi! Are you done changing soon or what?” a very impatient little brother shouted from the other side of the door, and Paige broke the kiss with a sigh. 

“Relax, we’ll be out soon!” Paige just shouted back, her hands still on Azzi, not letting her go. “Now where were we?”

Azzi gently pushed her away with a chuckle. “Let’s not make him walk in on us.” 

Paige threw her head back with a groan, clearly not happy with the interruption, but knew that they had no choice but to stop there. Azzi put on the sweats Paige had given her and Paige put on some as well. 

It didn’t take long for Azzi to see that Paige was indeed a very good basketball player. She was just observing the two siblings going at it one-on-one for a while, not wanting to interrupt their sibling quality time, even though both Paige and Drew insisted on her playing with them. 

“No, you guys play first, I’ll just watch for a while,” she had said. 

“Hm, I know what you’re doing,” Paige had smirked in response. “You’re checking out the competition.” 

“What competition?” Azzi had challenged. 

And now Azzi realized, that was exactly what she was doing. 

Paige clearly didn’t play all out against her little brother, but Azzi could tell that she was fast enough and shifty with the ball to make it hard to guard her. Drew really had no chance against his big sister, but the few times he caught the ball, he was pretty good as well.

“Why don’t you let Drew start this time,” Azzi suggested after about twenty minutes of just Drew not being able to get the ball from Paige. 

“Nah, he’s gotta learn defense,” Paige just said. 

“Paigey!” Drew let out a frustrated shout after another failed attempt to steal the ball. 

“Come on little dude,” she just replied. “Take it.”

“I’m done,” he answered, all tired from having spent the majority of the time just running around chasing the ball. He walked straight into the house and didn’t look back.

“You’re a menace,” Azzi said. 

“Well that’s usually how our hoop sessions end,” Paige shrugged. “Besides, I wanted to have time to play with you too.” 

Azzi shook her head as if she couldn’t believe Paige’s ways of getting what she wanted. She stood up and approached the woman.

“Give me your best shot,” Paige said and threw the ball to her. 

And Azzi did. But it didn’t take long for Paige to read her plays, being able to steal the ball a couple times. Since Azzi had observed the older girl’s game for a while, she had an idea of how she would defend against her, but now actually playing against her, she realized how wrong she was. Paige was unpredictable. 

“10-10,” Paige said after they had played for a while. “You’re not that bad, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s a tie,” Azzi deadpanned. “You can’t say that I’m good or bad without calling yourself that.”

“Okay, first one to reach fifteen wins,” Paige decided. 

None of the women held back. They were playing as if their life depended on it. Paige had learnt early on in their game that Azzi was a killer at shooting, and did everything in her power to not give her any open space to shoot comfortably. That didn’t really help though, as Azzi was just as good at dribbling the ball past her, finishing with layup after layup. 

But Paige was not far behind, and in the end, her speed and ability to score pretty much from anywhere paid off. 

“15-13. What can I say, still undefeated,” Paige smirked at Azzi who was breathing heavily. “Do I get a prize?”

“Hell no,” Azzi snorted. 

“I didn’t peg you as a sore loser, Azzi,” Paige said and teasingly pushed her. “I pegged you as a loser, sure, but as a sore one? Well, you should just get used to it from now on.”

“This is literally one of the worst losses in my life,” the actress said. “You’re so annoying.”

“That’s not what you said last night,” Paige continued the teasing. 

Azzi rolled her eyes and started to walk in again without waiting for the singer, but Paige quickly ran up to her and put her arm around her shoulders. At that moment, it really hit Azzi that this was their last moment together, and she sunk into Paige’s touch, snaking her arm around her waist holding her closer. 

It didn’t feel right to leave. She could already feel how much she was missing the older girl. She should be worried how attached she had become just in a matter of three weeks. 

“We’re gonna go to the airport now,” Paige announced to her family as they entered the house. 

“No!” Drew exclaimed. “Are you leaving now, Azzi?”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” she answered with a sad smile, feeling touched with Drew’s reaction. She gave him a tight hug and promised to play more basketball with him next time, without Paige. Then she hugged Cathy, who wished her a safe flight and told her that it was a great meeting her. 

And then there was Bob. He hugged her tightly and whispered: “Thank you for making my daughter so happy.” Azzi’s eyes widened. The way he had said it was as if it was a secret he was letting her into. It was clear that he didn’t want anyone else to hear it, just Azzi.

Azzi let go of the hug and nodded slowly but surely. She didn’t really know what to respond to it, considering she felt like she should be the one to thank him for raising someone so amazing like Paige. 

“Thank you guys for everything, I’ll hopefully see you again soon,” Azzi said a final goodbye and exited the scene with Paige. 

The moment Azzi sat down in the passenger seat, she felt that something had changed inside of her. What Bob had said to her had stirred something. She had never doubted their connection, never doubted Paige’s intentions, but now she somehow felt more sure than ever. Almost as if she had a new realization, a new conviction. 

“Take me home,” she blurted out to Paige as Paige started the car. 

“What?” Paige asked, confused. “You are going home,” she stated.

“No, I mean take me home to your apartment,” Azzi said with a serious tone. 

“Did you forget something?” Paige asked, still confused. “You’re gonna miss your flight if we go home, I could just send whatever you’ve for-”

“I can’t go home just yet,” Azzi said quietly. “I’ll take a flight home in the morning.”

“Azzi… I mean, are you sure?” 

Azzi just nodded, not really meeting Paige’s eyes, because she had a feeling that if she did, she would fall apart. 

“Then I’ll take us home princess,” Paige smiled widely and took Azzi’s hands in her own, giving the back of it a sweet peck before driving out the driveway. 

The ride home was quiet. They barely spoke to each other. Azzi was too occupied feeling everything all at once. It was quite overwhelming, how much she felt, and she couldn’t even name what exactly it was. It was as if her body hadn’t been able to feel the difference between leaving Paige or being chased by a lion. Her heart was beating fast and all she could focus on was trying to breathe steadily and the safe feeling of Paige’s hand holding her. 

Paige’s head was occupied too, replaying what Azzi just had said and what it meant. Azzi wanted to stay as long as she possibly could, and it meant everything to Paige. Seeing the younger girl being so reluctant about leaving made Paige realize how real this was, how raw it was. It was starting to become something more.

Once they entered the apartment, Azzi wasted no time. She knew what she wanted, and it was Paige. All of Paige, as long and as much as she could. She pushed the singer against the door and crashed their lips together. Her hands were already at the hem of Paige’s hoodie.

Slowly and deliberately, Paige moved her tongue against Azzi’s. She could feel the urgency from the actress but had no intentions of rushing through the night. She grabbed Azzi’s hands from underneath her hoodie and spun them around, pinning the younger one against the door. 

After having spent the last three nights with the actress, Paige had learnt that Azzi was not afraid to take control and take initiative. It was something Paige valued a lot, considering her history with passive and submissive girls, so having Azzi being so assertive was quite refreshing and liberating for her. Of course she had seen a submissive side to Azzi, and it was clear as day that girl was a switch, but this night, she wanted to evoke that side of her to a new level she hasn’t seen yet. 

This time, Paige was done with letting Azzi take control however she wanted. She wanted to treat Azzi the way she deserved to be treated - spoiled with pleasure.

Moving her hands to the actress butt, she slightly bent down and lifted her off the ground. Surprised by it, Azzi’s eyes shot wide open and she flung her arms around Paige’s neck, holding onto her. Paige had one arm under her butt and the other on her back as she carried her to the bedroom while sucking on Azzi’s neck. 

Azzi threw her head back with a soft moan from the sensation. Paige removed her lips from her neck and let her down on the bed, hovering over her.

The actress swallowed from seeing the way Paige was looking down on her. Those blue eyes piercing through her very soul. She could see the hunger and the unadulterated lust in them. It sent shivers right through her. Paige made her feel so desired. 

“Have I told you just how beautiful you are?” Paige whispered.

“A couple times,” Azzi smirked. 

“Hmm, not enough then,” she stated. “And have I told you how fucking sexy you are? The thoughts that ran through my mind tonight during dinner were unspeakable. God Azzi, the things I wanna do to you…”

Azzi let out a desperate breath, almost a whimper, from hearing Paige speak like that. 

“And the way that dress clung onto you,” Paige groaned and lowered herself so she was right by Azzi’s ear. “Just wanted to tear it off of you right then and there.”

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Azzi breathed into Paige’s ear. 

“I think it’s the other way around, pretty girl,” Paige took off her old hoodie that Azzi was wearing and flung it on the floor, to then immediately take off her pants as well, leaving her in her matching set of lingerie.

“Fuck,” Paige groaned and felt her breathing starting to become heavier just by the sight in front of her. 

Azzi was just about to reach out her hands to touch Paige, but Paige just pinned them down onto the mattress and said: “You’re not in charge tonight, princess.” Azzi just swallowed hard at that, feeling her center ache by the words, getting indescribably turned on. 

Before Azzi knew it, Paige flipped her over so she was lying on her stomach, head buried in the pillows.

“Paige!” she flinched surprised when she felt the singer’s hand give her butt a firm slap. 

The blonde placed her legs on either side of Azzi’s butt and leaned down so she could whisper in her ear. 

“Kinda want to take you like this,” she said and massaged the younger one with her hands on her back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Azzi didn’t say anything, just trying to catch her breath from everything.

“I said, wouldn’t you?” Paige tugged on her hair so she could look at her face. 

“Yes,” Azzi let out with a soft moan. Her eyes clouded with lust. Paige smirked at seeing Azzi like that. She knew that they hadn’t been drinking at all, yet she looked like she was on another planet. 

“Good girl,” Paige praised and started to kiss down Azzi’s shoulder blades, gliding her fingers delicately down Azzi’s sides to her hips and thighs. Azzi’s body was reacting on its own, hips jerking at every touch, legs squirming trying to get some sort of friction. 

Paige then lifted her hips so her ass was up while her upper body still was down in the sheets. 

“Look at you,” Paige murmured, caressing Azzi’s butt. “You’re soaked.”

Azzi moaned at the remark. 

“Please,” she whispered desperately. She just wanted Paige to touch her where she needed it the most.

“Aw, babygirl needs it badly huh?” Paige asked almost mockingly. 

“Paige,” Azzi pushed herself back against Paige’s soft touch, wanting more, but Paige removed her hands from her completely. But before she could protest, she felt Paige pull her panties down and took them off. 

“You’re dripping,” Paige groaned and couldn’t wait to touch her anymore. She leaned in and flattened her tongue against Azzi’s wet pussy, softly dragging it from the clit to the soaked center. 

“Oh God,” Azzi moaned loudly at the first contact. 

Paige gave another long lick to then detach herself from the actress. 

“Paige please,” Azzi whined, already too impatient. 

“Sit up,” Paige said, and suddenly Azzi felt two hands on her stomach, pushing her upwards. She did as she was told and saw Paige’s face between her legs, waiting for her to sit on it. 

Azzi didn’t waste any time and grabbed Paige’s hair while lowering herself down on her tongue. 

“Fuck,” Azzi moaned and started to grind herself on Paige’s tongue, but really, she was riding on her face. Paige’s hands were roaming Azzi’s front, pulling her bra up and playing with her nipples. 

“You’re so desperate, princess,” Paige mumbled. 

“Shut up,” Azzi breathed out as she felt herself getting closer and held onto Paige’s head harder and grinded even faster.

But Paige was not pleased with that, and flipped them over once again. Azzi’s back hit the mattress. Paige detached her tongue from the actress’ clit and stood up from the bed. 

“Paige, what the fuck!” Azzi exclaimed, extremely frustrated. Paige didn’t listen and just walked over to her closet. Azzi didn’t have to wait long to realize what Paige was doing. 

Before she knew it, Paige was standing before her with her clothes off and strap on. 

“You gonna be good for me now, or are you gonna talk back again?” Paige pushed Azzi’s legs apart, positioning herself. She grabbed a pillow and put it under Azzi’s butt to give her better access. 

“I’ll be good,” Azzi swallowed, her heart hammering in her chest at the sight. 

Paige nodded, satisfied with her answer. She leaned down and kissed the actress on the lips, still being wet from having her face ridden on just a moment ago. Azzi could taste herself on Paige’s tongue. 

Even though she loved making out with Paige, this time it felt unbearable. She could feel the strap against her clit with Paige hovering over her. 

She moaned into Paige’s mouth at the sensation between her legs. 

“Please,” she groaned. 

“Please what?” Paige looked down at her. 

“I need it,” she breathed out and put her hands on Paige’s hips. 

“You need it?” Paige just repeated. 

“Need you so, so, bad,” Azzi practically moaned. 

“That’s it, baby,” Paige smiled and grabbed the dildo with one of her hands and slowly entered Azzi. 

“Oh my God,” she arched her back as Paige was slowly but steadily entering her. She wrapped her arms around her neck, holding onto her for dear life. 

“Such a good girl,” Paige whispered into her ear as she had fully eased the dildo into her. 

Azzi wanted to tell her to start moving, to do something instead of just staying still like this, but she knew better now than to start being bratty. Instead, she just started to lightly buck her hips up, feeling the dildo hit the right spot. She moaned into Paige’s ear, and Paige just kissed her neck.

At last, Paige started to move her hips. Azzi’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands holding onto Paige’s back, wanting to be close to her. It felt so intimate, having Paige on top of her like this, fucking her like this. 

“Feels so good,” she whimpered. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nothing feels better than you, princess,” Paige whispered back and gave her a kiss on the lips. There was something so pure with the simple kiss that was more than just lust. There was trust, there was care and there was admiration in it too. 

“Wish I had a mirror in the ceiling so you could see just how pretty you are, getting fucked like this,” Paige said. “You’re doing so good for me.” 

Azzi could feel herself getting close with those words. 

“I’m gonna cum,” she moaned. “Please.”

“Cum for me baby,” Paige groaned and fucked her even deeper.

And Azzi did. It was as if her body was waiting for Paige’s command, because as the words came out of the singer’s mouth, her body was taken over by pleasure. She arched her body into Paige’s, holding on for dear life while throwing her head back with a loudest moan yet.

Paige slowed down and gently pulled out when Azzi had completely unraveled underneath her. She carefully laid down onto the actress and rested her head on her shoulder, her lips right by her ear. 

“You’re incredible,” she whispered and gave Azzi a sweet kiss on the cheek. 

“You’re, you’re the one to talk,” Azzi panted, trying to catch her breath. She caressed Paige’s back and peppered kisses on her shoulder. 

“I’m glad you wanted to stay a little longer,” Paige leaned back to look into Azzi’s eyes.

“You sure made it worth it,” Azzi smiled. 

“And there’s still so much left of this night,” Paige winked.

“You gotta give me a minute,” Azzi laughed. 

“Want some water?” Paige got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen.

“Yes please.”

Azzi could hear Paige in the kitchen with the tap. Even if they had just finished having sex, the fresh memory of it made Azzi shiver and get goosebumps all over her body. The anticipation of what the rest of the night had in store for them made her tingle all over again. 

So when Paige returned with two glasses in her hands, Azzi threw herself at her, almost making her spill water all over the floor.

“That didn’t take long,” Paige mumbled against Azzi’s lips, smiling like a fool, quickly shutting up to reciprocate the kiss. 

—

“You look like hell,” Zendaya said as she gave Azzi a hug as she entered her trailer. “How was Minnesota?”

They were just about to go to hair and makeup to start the day, but Zendaya wanted to interrogate her friend first. 

“I have barely slept,” Azzi deadpanned. “I flew in this morning, literally just came from the airport. But, it was worth it. Minnesota was amazing.”

“Uh-huh, Minnesota, or Paige?” Zendaya teased.

“Both. Mostly Paige, but Minnesota was actually very beautiful as well.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I think I’m… starting to really like her,” Azzi carefully said to her friend. “Like, for real.”

“Girl, I could’ve told you that two weeks ago,” Zendaya smirked. 

“But isn’t it way too early for that? For feelings and stuff?” Azzi asked. “I feel like I don’t want to mess it up by expecting us to be too serious too fast.”

“Don’t think about that, just let things happen and you’ll see that it’ll get there naturally,” her friend said. “You’re allowed to have feelings. Hell, you have some great feelings. Enjoy it.”

“You’re right,” Azzi smiled. “You know, we were up all night, and I just felt like everything made sense. Being with her makes sense.”

“Up all night huh?” Zendaya winked. “Doing what exactly?”

“Having sex,” Azzi shrugged. “And talking. And then more sex. And then talking. And then cuddling. It just felt like we couldn’t get enough of each other in any way. It was literally heartbreaking to leave. I love being around her.” 

“Aw, that’s adorable,” her friend wrapped her arm around her. “I’m so happy for you Azzi.”

“Yeah. But she’s going to Europe soon and we have the press tour coming up, so we won’t be able to see each other that much now,” Azzi sighed. “And I already miss her.”

“You have your whole life ahead of you to be with her, don’t stress,” Zendaya stated casually, while Azzi just flinched at the mention of “whole life”. It kind of overwhelmed her how this could potentially end up being the best or the most hurting thing in her life. But she quickly tried to comfort herself by thinking that everything in life was a risk, and this was no exception. Except the fact that Paige felt like a piece in her life she wasn’t willing to risk losing. Not even a little bit. 

“Let’s go to hair and makeup now. I can’t believe we’re almost done shooting,” Zendaya stood up to exit the trailer. 

They had approximately two weeks left of shooting the movie before a short break to then go out on a press tour. It wouldn’t be a big press tour, since the real one would start closer to the premiere which would be some time next year. 

Azzi had always loved acting. Ever since she was a kid she was in every school play, every local theatre play and her mom always helped her get small background roles. It was her way of expressing herself, her outlet of emotions. She was grateful her parents were so supportive of that dream, since she understands that most parents would want their children to reach for more stable jobs than acting, but they never stopped believing in her. 

It was only five years ago she felt like she entered the real movie industry and the big Hollywood scene when she was starring in a Christopher Nolan movie amongst other big names. It really happened over night, the difference between being just an actress, to suddenly becoming a celebrity. 

Of course she had been known before, especially internally in the business, and there were some fans here and there. But the mainstream media never covered her like they started to after that movie. The paparazzi were always waiting outside of her home for the whole duration of that movie premiere and then some more months afterwards. Mostly because she was rumoured to be having something with her at the time co-star Maya Hawke, and they were seen leaving together more than once.

And truth be told, Azzi and Maya hadn’t been platonic at all. But they were never officially together either. Maya never wanted to be. She wanted to focus on her career. And it’s not like Azzi didn’t want to focus on her career, but she didn’t feel like she had to make a choice between her job and her love life the same way Maya wanted to. And so after one big fight, they just cut everything off. 

The moment Maya stopped being seen with Azzi, the paparazzi started to simmer down. They didn’t go away completely, but she wouldn’t get blinded every time she would go out at least. 

Azzi had never confirmed her sexuality to the media. She never felt the need to. She was well aware that the majority of her fanbase were queer, who were also hoping that she was queer too, and that they still shipped her with Maya and tagged her in edits every single day. She loved them deeply and appreciated every single one of them. If she would ever officially come out, it would be to them, to share the experiences they all had in common - to proudly be a part of the community. But for now, it was enough to be a part of the community without having to declare it, but without hiding it too. 

Hopefully, Azzi thought, it would happen naturally hand in hand with Paige Bueckers. 

—

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Joyride - Joaquin Torres X Fem!Reader

Pairing: Joaquin Torres X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: When boredom strikes you become determined to do one thing, and that's ride a motorcycle. Joaquin offers to teach you but between being busy with trainings and meetings, you decide to take it upon yourself to figure out how to ride, and possibly give Joaquin a heart attack in the process.

Or: The one where you steal Joaquin's motorcycle and give him a heart attack.

Based off this request here!

Masterlist

Warnings: Reader is alluded to be slightly shorter than Joaquin but it is not written out. Joaquin calls reader nicknames like Baby and Cariño. Reader is mentioned to be somewhat clumsy. Reader literally takes Joaquin's bike. Reader doesn't take motorcycle safety into account. Readers a bit impulsive when bored. No physical description of reader. No use of Y/N.

Notes: Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope I did your request justice, this was so much fun to write. ❤️❤️

There was one way to describe the way you were feeling while laying on the couch.

Absolutely bored out of your mind.

You had done everything in the book to try to cure your boredom. Doom scroll on TikTok? Check. Try to watch a new TV show and get distracted halfway through by your phone? Check. Take a walk and try to admire nature before deciding it's way too hot to be outside? Check. Annoying your loving adoring boyfriend while he was diligently working on his computer? Check, Check, and Check.

You knew that just laying on the couch wasn’t going to cut it anymore. You’d done everything possible to try to entertain your mind and absolutely none of it was working. You knew you wanted to truly do something, not just stick to your same routine you've been stuck in for the last few days while Joaquin was busy doing stuff for Sam.

Typically your very loving, handsome, adoring, boyfriend would be right there causing chaos with you. He'd be cuddling with you on the couch while the two of you watched a dumb movie and ate more snacks than you knew what to do with, or he'd go with you to the farmers market just to see you smile. Even him just speaking about his missions with Sam was more entertaining than your current state. But with Joaquin being busy, your mind was left to it's own devices, and It's current device was a never ending state of boredom and misery.

You decided to go into the garage to see if anything could spark your interest, you had tons of old books piled in there, or maybe at least you could begin to organize some stuff to just have something to do. But then, you saw it. Joaquin's motorcycle. He loved the thing, and you’d never really gotten why. To be honest the idea of it scared you a bit. Going that fast on two weeks and nothing but some gear to protect you has never interested you, and often made you scared for when Joaquin would ride it. But now? in your pure state of boredom and desperation? You understood completely why people would do this, and you wanted to try it out for yourself.

Your fingers itched as you reached out to touch the handles of the bike, your brain scrambling as you wonder what it would feel like to be able to ride it. The wind on your face, freedom for just a moment? Something to distract your mind for just a moment.

So later that evening, when Joaquin finally got home you decided to casually mention it.

“Hey, Baby." You whispered out after Joaquin walked in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Sooo, I was sort of thinking earlier today-”

“That’s always dangerous.” he said, cutting you off with a chuckle, as his arms tightened around your waist and kissed your cheek.

You elbowed him lightly and rolled your eyes with a scoff muttering a quick “rude” while he chuckled. “I’m just kidding, cariño. What’s on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, praying Joaquin wouldn't freak completely out before quickly muttering “I think I kinda maybe wanna learn how to ride a motorcycle?”

He blinked in surprise as he turned you around in his arms so he could look at you better “You what? Baby you refused to even get on the bike when I was driving it a few weeks ago, when did this even come up in your mind?”

You looked up at him with a shoulder shrug and a bit of a confused look “I don’t know! I was just really, really bored and then I saw your bike, and it looked fun. I’m not saying I’m gonna do anything insane, Quin, but it seems like it might be kinda fun to at least try to ride?”

He paused taking in your words, before nodding slowly. “Okay, we can think about it if you really want to try, baby. If you're serious about wanting to try riding I can try to teach you myself or we can try to look into a course for you.”

You beamed, a wide smiling appearing as your face lit up. “Really!? Are you serious, baby?”

“Yeah, baby.” he said cupping your jaw with his hands, his thumb gently rubbing along your jawline. “You’d look really cute in a helmet, so it'd be like a perk for me too. But I am serious, if we do this, I want you in full gear, and I want to help you. Riding is dangerous and you don't have the greatest track record with just walking honey, let alone riding a motorcycle. M'not letting my girl get injured because we didn't take the right precautions.”

But because Joaquin had some meetings with Sam and training sessions over the next few days, the two of you didn’t have time to revisit the conversation. Which led to the situation you ended up in.

You knew you really should’ve waited for Joaquin to at least teach you the basics. You knew that, but you were stubborn, and you were absolutely bored out of your mind. By the time Monday rolled around you couldn’t take a single more TikTok, so you found yourself eyeing the keys.

What could really be the harm? If you just go slow, take it around the block and make sure to do it when there aren't a lot of cars out then the plan would be practically fool proof. You had watched Joaquin ride enough times, so how hard could it be to take it once around the block? You weren’t planning on going stupidly fast, just a little stroll almost to see if you could manage the bike.

So with a stupid amount of confidence for someone who’s never ridden a motorcycle and previously never wanted to, you grabbed the keys and marched to the garage like you knew exactly how to ride this bike. You didn’t even change out of your shorts and T-shirt or grab a helmet.

You got on, fired up the bike, and then you were off. It was slow, like probably a disruption to traffic slow. But you made it around the block without falling off or hitting anything which was a major win in your book. You had two goals during this little mission of yours, don’t hurt the bike and absolutely do not hurt yourself. Otherwise you fear Joaquin probably wouldn't let you out of his sight for the next few weeks, considering the last time you rolled your ankle on the stairs he acted like you were about to take your final breath. The ride wasn’t graceful, and it was very, very wobbly, but you made it back in one piece and had a ridiculous smile on your face as you pulled the bike back into the driveway.

Your boredom had been absolutely cured by the adrenaline and you couldn't wait to get back home to be able to jump around and celebrate what you just did. But what you hadn’t been expecting when you arrived home was Joaquin standing in the driveway with his arms crossed, his jaw dropped, eyes wide, and panic clearly spread across his face. You pulled into the driveway slowly and parked the bike before slowly getting off as you sheepishly smiled at him and said “Well, I made it around the block? I didn’t fall off or anything.”

He snapped out of his shocked trance, finally shutting his mouth and immediately running over to you “Are you okay? What were you thinking, baby?! You didn’t even have any gear on!"

“I mean, I had sneakers on at least? Could've been worse and could've gone in flip flops?" you offered sheepishly looking down at your shorts and t-shirt, inspecting them along with your sneakers.

Yeah, you should've probably thought a bit more about what you were wearing before you left you thought to yourself.

“That’s not gear, cariño!” he cried out while looking over you frantically to make sure you really had no injuries. “Baby, what if you had crashed, or bumped into something or got hit?”

You blinked, and shrugged a bit “But I didn’t..?”

“That’s not the point, Cariño!” he groaned out exasperatedly while dragging a hand over his face before gripping onto your shoulders gently. “You promise that you’re okay? You didn't fall into a bush or dent someone else’s car?”

You nodded giggling, feeling a bit guilty about worrying him, but also proud of the fact that you managed to stay upright on the bike. “I’m fine, Joaquin. I promise you there were no falls or possible insurance claims made on my joyride. I was just bored and the adrenaline rush cured that, I swear.”

He stared at you and then sighed deeply into his hands as he rubbed his face. “I love you so much, but you terrify me sometimes, baby. You were one pothole away from giving me a heart attack and yourself an ER visit.”

You giggle and hand him the keys, before wrapping your arms around his neck “I promise next time I'll let you teach me, and I’ll wear full gear. Promise.”

“You’re really lucky you’re cute, baby.” he muttered before kissing your forehead. “Now come inside before I start bubble wrapping you after this."

[ikyunho]

[12:00] Kim Jongseob ~ P1harmony

Pairing: Bf!Jongseob x Reader

Warnings: none :D

You had spent the last several hours cleaning out your entire apartment. Not a single closet, cabinet, or drawer went untouched as you threw away copious amounts of junk. Jongseob was at tour rehearsal for what felt like the entire day, leaving you with nothing better to do than clean.

Jongseob walked in as the clock flashed 6:00pm. He had walked in and called for you, seeing as you were not where you usually were when he got home. He heard the muffled reply from somewhere near the bedroom, guiding him to where you were.

Upon opening the door to the bedroom, Jongseob was hit with the sight of you almost waist deep in the closet, taking out boxes of art supplies he swears he had never seen before. He waited for you to come out before he spoke any further, not wanting to disrupt something that clearly had you captivated.

After a couple minutes, you sat back on your heels with a huff and placed a stack of sticker sheets on the floor next to you.

"Hi, Seob!" You said, as you looked up at him from your place on the floor.

"Hi, love. What are you doing?" Jongseob responded with a small chuckle as he set his bag on the floor next to the desk.

"I cleaned the whole house, because spring. And then!" you rambled nearly out of breath, "Then I saw a TikTok about this makeup trend with stickers and glitter and I wanted to try it!"

Jongseob stood there, still in the doorway, listening to you list all of the things you did. "Don't you have that facial appointment tomorrow? No makeup 24 hours prior right?" He questioned, trying to recall what you had told him when you booked it.

"Shit... yeah. I'll have to wait I guess," You confirmed his questions with a deflated sigh.

Jongseob saw how disappointed you looked, clearly having wanted to try it out while inspiration still flowed through you. So, he offered instead, "You know, can do it on me."

"Really? Thank you Seob!!" You stood up off of the floor and grabbed the stickers, your makeup bag, and Jongseob's arm, dragging him to the living room.

He sat back on the couch as you straddled his thighs, supplies next to you. Your fingers combed through the hair that frames his face and clipped it back with the clips he always watches you put in your hair every day.

Carefully, you worked to put on layer after layer, every step of your makeup routine onto Jongseob's face. He closed his eyes as your fingers touched his skin, rubbing in and applying every product.

Soon his base was done, and you could finally do the best part. You skimmed through the pile of sticker sheets until you found the ones you wanted. They were dozens of little stars, smiley faces, paw prints, and hearts, some decorated with glitter or rhinestones.

You started to peel off one sticker at a time and placed it on various spots of his face with precision and care, pressing the ones on his cheeks a little harder. With some of the extras, you stuck the stickers down both of his arms, ultimately covering him head to toe in bright colored accessories.

Eventually, you were done and sat back to admire your work, which ended with you staring at Jongseob, a lazy grin glued to your face.

"You're so pretty," you told him, grabbing the sides of his face and planting a kiss to his lips. You pulled out your phone and started snapping dozens of photos, all of which Jongseob graciously posed for, a huge smile on his face, taking pride in his new look.

~☆☆☆☆~

[tojisun]

biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼

so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon

anyways !! love you and your writing

AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!

biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!

you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.

it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to. 

when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig. 

“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day. 

“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?” 

konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.

what the fuck?

you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand. 

“si?”

“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”

simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green. 

it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch. 

then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.

he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.

you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-

oh. 

simon’s laughing.

the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.

you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.

he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.

time to reward your big boy.

your touches start off slow. gradual. 

you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle. 

simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.

your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.

the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.

you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.

what-

“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.

his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.

simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.  

“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”

you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”

[t1red-twilight]

could you write bob floyd with an autistic s/o?? i feel like he would be so sweet and patient... super in-tune with their needs and overall just the best

home life

content/warnings: gn!reader, autistic!reader, fluff

notes: thank you for the request! i did some research before this, so i hope that it’s accurate. if not, please comment and i will edit accordingly! this is a couple scenarios based off of some traits that might appear when someone has asd (such as routines, emotional sensitivity, and echolalia)

wc: 1.6k

masterlist b. f. masterlist

bob had the weekend off, for once in a very long time. the last couple weekends maverick had called him out for something. he had picked up your favorite on the way home, and over dinner he asked you a question. bob had an inkling as to what your answer was going to be, but he humored himself anyway.

“what movie do you want to watch?” the nights that bob was home and neither of you had to wake up early, you almost always watched a movie.

you looked down at your food, and responded curtly with your favorite movie. your eyes flicked over to bob, and he was smiling as he ate. “what?” you asked, pausing for a second. “what?” you repeated.

“nothing,” bob responded. “i love that movie. and i love that you love it.” he looked up at you, his smile wide.

“we can watch something else, if you want to.” it was a semi-honest suggestion. if he wanted to watch something else, you could; even though you really did not want to watch another movie.

bob turned to you again, and stated that he’d rather watch your favorite movie over anything else. “why would i want to watch anything else? i’m with you, that’s what matters.”

after dinner, you queued up the movie on the tv, and pulled out your favorite blanket. it was wide enough to fit both you and bob quite snuggly. bob had already sat on the couch when you turned back around. he posted the spot next to him, so you placed yourself next to him and nuzzled into his side.

as the movie played on, bobby looked over and saw you silently mouthing the words as they played on screen.

-

bobby waltzed into the kitchen languidly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. there you were, sitting at the kitchen counter. he could see that you were eating something, but couldn’t quite make out what

“good morning, honey,” he said, the gravelly nature of his morning voice slipping into his tone. he walked up to you and placed a kiss on your cheek. it was then that he saw what you were eating, and it was what he had expected you to be eating.

he always made sure that the fridge had enough of what you needed to make what you liked, however many times you wanted to make it.

he looked over your form once, then spoke again as he turned to open the fridge. “i’m going grocery shopping after dinner, about 9 pm. the grocery store should be mostly cleared out by then, if you want to come with me.” he looked over the contents of the fridge, and took note of what was missing.

he hummed quietly, and told you what it looked like you were running low on. he took out the notepad used for the grocery list and jotted down what you both would need to get later so that you could eat what you liked.

bob read off the list to you, making sure he had everything. “yes, that sounds right,” you responded. bob tore out the page from the notepad and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet, so he’d remember to take it with him later.

-

the both if you were lounging in bed, procrastinating going to sleep. you were doomscrolling through your phone, going through tiktok. every now and then you’d repeat one of the sounds that played.

you didn’t really catch on that you were doing it as often as you were, it just came as second nature to you. someone would say something (or in this case, tiktok would), and you would repeat it. you also would repeat lines and phrases in everyday conversation.

bob sat next to you and smiled. he waited for a moment, and you did it again. you repeated something someone in the video you were watching said. “i love that you do that,” he said.

“hmm?” you hummed as a question.

he cleared his throat once. “you repeat things a lot. i like it. i’ve kind of started to do it myself actually.”

you thought fit a moment. you knew that you liked to repeat things, quite a few things in your vernacular were sayings or phrases that you grabbed from movies or tv shows. not even to mention in conversation when you’d echo what someone would say after they said it.

“really? i had someone say it’s annoying once,” you distinctly remembered when someone had asked you why you did it, but you honestly didn’t have a response for them.

bob looked at you, his brow pinched together. “that’s stupid. i’m sorry.” he paused for a moment. “it doesn’t hurt anyone, so why does it even matter?”

you shrugged, “it doesn’t, in the grand scheme of things.” he smiled at him, and looked into his eyes for a second before deciding to look at the sweater he was wearing.

-

routines were comforting to you. and since you moved with bob, it took a second before you could relax with what your new schedule looked like, now that bob was intrinsically involved in it. it wasn’t negative, but just uncomfortable.

after a few months you really settled in to what your days looked like with bob, and you really really liked it. your morning routine was your favorite: it was calming and set up the day perfectly.

you’d wake up, drink a coffee, get dressed, and have breakfast all before brushing your teeth. the best part of brushing your teeth was that bob stood next to you on your right as you did so. the double sink you had was perfect for the two of you getting ready and unready at the same time.

this morning, bobby took a little longer to eat his breakfast than you did. so, you waited patiently while he finished his eggs and toast. after swallowing a bite, he spoke. “what are you waiting for?” it wasn’t an antagonistic question, just genuine curiosity.

you shrugged, “i like brushing my teeth with you, so i’ll just wait.”

bobby smiled. “okay,” he said through a grin. when he finished eating and cleaning up after himself, he stood next to you and gestured toward the bathroom.

you stood and happily followed him to the en suite, and took your place on his left in front of the sinks.

-

the movie night you were currently having with some of bobby’s friends was going well, but if you were being honest his friends were a little perplexing. it was hard to explain why, but maybe you just didn’t know them enough to get an accurate read of them.

natasha had said something you didn’t quite understand, and you sat in your confusion for a long while. bobby had noticed that you were sitting in thought for a moment, so he nudged you lightly with his elbow. “what’s wrong?” he asked quietly.

you tried to wave it off, but he asked one more time. “it’s not a big deal, it’s just that something she said didn’t really make sense to me,” he monitored for you to continue. “it’s just that, when you eat cake you can technically still have it. either it’s in your stomach, or maybe you didn’t eat the whole thing.”

“oh, okay. that just means that someone can’t have two mutually exclusive benefits. she just meant that seresin couldn’t be an asshole and still expect to get that girl to let him come home with her.” you nodded at his explanation.

“how would he think that getting drunk and being all loud to her would help him get lucky?” you asked rhetorically, to phones this time.

“exactly! that’s what i was trying to tell him! he’s such a dick sometimes, i swear to god.” phoenix talked on about the bar the group had gone to last friday, and you felt bobby slip his hand into yours.

-

you had a bad day at work. your boss kept overloading you with assignments, your cubicle neighbor would not stop talking on the phone, and the coffee machine was out for the day. after being sufficiently stressed for most of the day, you were looking forward to going home and sitting in the near-silence with bobby.

you set your stuff down and took your shoes off as you came inside, and felt your eyes bubble with tears. you took a deep breath, but that didn’t stop anything. you slouched into the couch and let yourself go. you had been masking all day, pretending that everything was a-okay. but in reality, you were just biding your time until you weren’t so ridiculously overwhelmed.

bob walked into the living room, and panic filled him as he saw you cry. he knelt in front of you, but didn’t touch you yet. he didn’t know if that would add to your distress or comfort you quite yet. “are you okay?” he asked softly.

you shook your head. “work really sucked today, bobby.” it had take. you longer to finish, so you left about forty five minutes after you had intended to.

he glanced over your form, and took note if you rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands. “can i do anything to help?” he said in the same, soft, comforting tone.

you nodded. “can you sit next to me for a little bit?”

“yeah, of course i can,” he replied. he smiled, and you felt the couch dip beside you. after your long, tiring day, it was wonderful to know that bobby would always be there for you.

[mikaleialt]

Ride It!| Bada Lee

Bada Lee x Reader

Fluff, suggestive, smut, drabble

Synopsis: In a random instagram live, your newly found fans after SWF 2, started asking you random questions about what do you think of each team leaders. For a quick background, you are one of the team leaders in SWF 2, but sadly your team got eliminated after the Crew Battle Mission, after getting defeated by Mannequeen on the elimination round along with Wolf'lo and Lady Bounce.

C/w: based off of this post by @westwoodsvivi. Honestly I just wrote this to finally end my writer's block as I have been gone for more than a month now.

Street Woman Fighter 2 is finally over and although your team didn't make it to the top 4, you still continued to support the other teams until the end, especially when the winner of SWF 2 is the team leaded by your girlfriend.

And now here you are, preparing for the On the Stage concert. All of the teams are in one place again, practicing the dance routines they've performed during SWF 2.

You were finally on break and some of the dancers of each team started goofing around with each other, filming tiktok dances together with Redy who seem to just stand in the background of every video. You laugh at how Redy looks like a lost child standing behind Che Che, Debby, and Yoonji as the trio dance.

Bored in your own world you decided to set up your phone as you sat in the corner of the studio, and finally hit the 'Go live' button after getting permission from the staffs who told you that it is fine as long as you don't spoil anything about the concert.

Viewers immediately flooded the comments and you tried your best to greet everyone. The viewer count goes up by the second.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🤎"

"OMG Y/NNNNN 🥹"

"Hi from 🇦🇱"

"Ano ba tayo, Y/n 😩 (what are we, Y/n)"

You read each comments from fans greeting you, to trying to make you say a phrase in their language, to asking you how you have been.

"I'm doing good, as you all know, we're preparing for the upcoming concert. We're actually on a break right now and everyone is doing their own thing. And here I am, in my own space." You picked up your camera as you show the empty dance practice room that you are in right now.

"Honestly, I got bored during our break so I went live" you chuckled. "Everyone has been really busy these days, and I miss talking to you guys." You sent the viewers a flying kiss, which made the comment section go wild.

"AAAAAAHHHH"

"EXCUSE ME⁉️⁉️"

"THAT KISS WAS DEFINITELY FOR ME"

You immediately got embarrassed as you are not used to giving out fan service or acting cute for other people. You give it a few seconds for the fans to finally calm down once again.

"Hmm, there's still much time until we go back to practicing again, what should I do? What do you guys think?" You read the comments once again as each viewers suggest something for you to do. After a few more minutes you finally settled to do a Q and A.

"What is today's TMI?" You read one of the comments as you ponder to yourself what could you share to your viewers . "Hmm, today I arrived at the studio crying because I was watching that one video of that kid from My Golden Kid." You giggled. "It was a very sad clip, I was crying the whole time while I was on my way here."

A few more question pops up after that and you tried your best to answer each one. "Who do you find attractive among the SWF 2 leaders?" You read another question.

"Me, of course" you flip your hair sassily before laughing to yourself. "No, in all honesty, it's gotta be Kirsten or Bada. They're both really charismatic." You answered.

"What part of them do you find attractive?" You read the follow up question.

"For Kirsten, it's probably her hips. I'm not gonna lie, when I saw Kirsten dance for the first time, my whole attention was on her hips..." you shyly admit to your viewers.

"...as for Bada... I really like her nose" you said without any explanation as memories from a few nights ago came back to you.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"A-ahh Bada" your breath staggers as you move your hips, grinding your wet core on your girlfriend's face.

It was the night after BEBE won SWF 2 and you told Bada that you'll do whatever she asks for if they win, which leads you to the situation that you are in right now.

Bada's only wish from you as a reward is for you to sit on her face as she eats you out, which you did without any hesitation.

"That's it ride my face, baby" Bada speak against your pussy as she continues to eat it like a starved man.

You couldn't help but moan louder as your clit presses on the tip of Bada's nose. You continue to grind your puffy clit against it, each movement makes you shiver, as your girlfriend's tongue fucks your cunt relentlessly.

"I-I'm gonna—hah" your eyes roll to the back of your head as the pleasure in your stomach builds up. "Yeah that's it, come for me baby" Bada said as she continues to eat you out.

Soon, a loud moan escapes from your lips as you finally had your release. Your legs were shaking as Bada continues to lap up your juices, each movement of her head under you, the tip of her nose touches your clit.

"So good to me baby, can you give me one more?" Bada sucks on your clit before diving back again into fucking your cunt with her tongue...

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

"Ok let's get back to work" Funky Y announces as she enters the room which snaps you back to reality.

"So yeah anyway, that would be all. See you at the On the Stage concert everyone. Byeeee" You immediately pressed the 'End live' button, before putting down your phone.

"Oh Y/n, so you're here all along" The rest of the dancers enter the room one by one.

"Unnie, why is your face so red?" Sowoen pointed out your face. To which made you turn red even more. The whole time you are reminiscing about that night, you were blushing like crazy.

"It's nothing, I was just feeling hot." You excused yourself, but little do you know, a certain someone was actually watching your live earlier.

Bada approached you as she whispers something to your ears.

"So you like me nose huh, why don't you ride my face again once we got home?"

A/n: it's been a while omg, I missed writing. I'm slowly regaining my motivation to write again finally!!! I hope you like it, sorry if its not as good as you guys thought it would be. This is just a quick drabble to finally break my writer's block, I did not proofread this.

[pinesfandomhell]

Some Arcane characters and their fragrance types/notes

because one of my main interests is fragrance and I saw people doing this over on tiktok. not indicative of how I feel about any of them and certainly not legit character reads, just a silly post for my own brain worms lol. long post

featuring, in order: Mel Medarda, Jayce Talis, Sky Young, Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Lest, Salo, Sevika, and Steb

Mel Medarda’s whole vibe is very considered, and there’s no reason this wouldn’t extend to her perfume choices, imo. She’s prepared for every situation. Specifically, she would love a fairly neutral, lightly floral fragrance for work. Not overcomplicated, think waterlily and sandalwood. At home, no one will ever be able to tell me she isn’t THE warm vanilla girl. Overpowering 8 step warm vanilla shower routine. After her mage realisation, I think she would lean into some more spicy, citrusy scents. Verbena and pepper.

Jayce Talis. Look. I see people’s Dior Sauvage headcanons, and I hear them. I see you. However, I have to disagree on the specific choice as a matter of my own sanity. Dior sauvage when i find you. I do think he’s a spicy, herby fragrance wearer though! Sage, basil, rosemary, and cardamom. A really fresh edge. For sure has an ‘ol reliable’ that he’s repurchased 5 times and doesn’t even think when applying any more. People gift him new ones but he forgets to wear them.

Sky Young would love something very chill and low-key, clearly identifiable and not too many notes. Approachable and friendly but with personality. Coconut & sea salt, fresh linen & white florals, and cashmere & almond are some go-to combos.

Viktor is not an everyday fragrance wearer by any means, but maybe puts something on when he isn’t just in the lab. Partial to a paper note, and likes the subtle; the kind of thing you have to be very close to pick up. If he was more interested, he’d be into weird niche stuff, but alas. Green tea, fennel. Smells like straight ozone in s2.

Vi is still working out what she likes. She only wears something when she needs a bit of a confidence boost. She wears warm, comforting smells: spicy and musky. Cinnamony, peppery, a little green. She likes things that indirectly remind her of the outdoors. She has one ultra sweet sugary thing, which she doesn’t wear, but reminds her of her sister.

Caitlyn Kiramman, through s1, would be a powdery lavender wearer. Maybe with some sort of sweet, creamy note too, like white rabbit sweets. It was probably gifted by her parents. In s2, she goes darker and smokier. Deep amber and a little woody, occasionally an oud. She wears less perfume in s2 as well.

Lest would wear something edgy and sweet and intoxicating. Vanilla rum, cut with tobacco, lemon, and a woody note that smells like a bar. On anyone else, this would be completely too much, but she pulls it off with ease.

Salo is pink peppercorn galore, bright yet serious. Certified bergamot warrior. Cashmere base note. He thinks he’s the shit for this but he smells like a rich aunt. Still kind of serving though, actually. He has like 7 fragrances and they all smell identical.

Sevika. Oh my god. She smells so good and no one will convince me otherwise. She smells like Glass Animals’ Zaba album. Really heady, like incense and boozy cherry and orchid. Dark and intense, but with a little lemongrass brightness to back it up. A little sugar too, when you least expect it. Head turner for sure and she loves it. Will not tell anyone what it is.

Steb wears herby, but in an interesting way. Tarragon and dill, really fresh but almost medicinal at first. Cloves and star anise. There’s a twang of samphire too, green and a little salty. Bitter and almost intimidating. Kind of undefinable. Very identifiable.

[slxtarchive]

𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ᥫ᭡ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you and matt had recently separated and it’s been a couple weeks. you decided to keep off social media for a while but this one particular day you didn’t. part two <-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. I AM CRAVING A MATT STURNIOLO X READER INSPIRED BY THE SONG DRUNK TEXT ME BY LEXI JAYDE. - hearteyes4chris <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. lots of angst!!!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i really hope this met your expectations and im sorry if it’s short! i went straight based off the song so hopefully you see the relations between! lmk if u want a matt x reader make up like a part 2 where they get back tg idk but enjoy!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 700+

it’s been almost a month since you and matt both decided you needed to separate. you hated using the words break up because it would make it real; although it felt real now.

things didn’t end on the best of terms and because that you decided you wanted to stay off social media. you knew people would begin to speculate and try to predict what happened and knowing you, you wouldn’t be able to stop reading comments once you started.

you woke up one day feeling better than usual. you had a spurt of energy so you decided you should get out of the house for real and not just to get food.

you decided to go to the gym and get brunch by yourself. you then went on a walk, something you had never done before.

unfortunately the walk wasn’t as pleasant as brunch. everything reminded you of matt. the way you’d hear someone laugh and think if you were ever going to hear his laugh again. how there are some things he’d point out and you’d both have a good laugh at them.

those thoughts brought your mood down so you decided it was time to go home.

you got home and took a long hot everything shower trying to get yourself together.

once you got out, you continue your normal routine until finally you felt nice and clean and settled in your bed.

you put a movie on trying to distract yourself for the rest of the day.

evening came along and you were officially bored of the tv.

you stared at your phone contemplating your future actions. you felt it was time to log back onto social media. you had to mentally prepare yourself for the backlash, the comments, the pictures and photos. anything that could potentially trigger you.

you took a deep breath before logging back into instagram, twitter, and tiktok.

you opened instagram and the first thing you saw was a video of a party. you continued watching until the video showed a guy and a girl full on making out in front of the camera for a few seconds. then, the video ended and started over.

you gulped, looking closer and seeing the familiar locks of hair and earring. all of a sudden you felt sick to your stomach.

while you were here, trying to heal…matt was…

you looked at the caption.

sturnioloteam | 📸 matt with a girl at a local club in LA!

via @/anonymous on instagram

you clicked on the comments. terrible mistake.

view all 178 comments

@/sturnbabyyy: that does not look like y/n

reply to @/sturnbabyyy from @/stunagirl91: what im sayin 👀

@/mattloverzzz: THAT SHOULD BE ME!! but get it i guess y/n.

reply to @/mattloverzzz from @/colbyjackcnm: I don’t think that’s y/n 😭

@/youdontknowme: this is crazy…

you stopped reading. your eyes started to sting as you scrolled further into your feed seeing more and more photos and videos.

after your separation breakup, matt was hooking up instead of healing…

you thought hard about how what he did. no matter how much he hurt you, you would never had done something like this to him.

you hated how much you were in love with him and because of that his actions pierced right through your heart.

the fact that when he got drunk his initiative wasn’t to drunk call or text you and spill his feelings out. his initiative was to hook up with a random girl. seeing those videos and photos was like getting hit in the stomach and getting the wind knocked out of you.

you couldn’t help but wish that he was thinking of you while he was with her. you wanted him to crawl back to you and tell you that she was nothing. that every second he was with her was a second he wishes he was with you. that no matter if she brought a smile to his face, the smiles you brought to him were bigger. that he can’t live without you. that he’s still in love with you. that he needs you.

that’s what you wished for.

instead, you were granted with more pictures and videos, this time tweets as you scoured the internet on twitter x.

tears were cascading down your face, blurring your vision. you stared at the pictures. your heart aching. you told yourself you’d never put yourself in this position but here you were.

fully and uncontrollably sobbing.

you hated that after all he’s done, after the hurt he’s caused; that you still want him. that if he called you right now you’d take him back…

instantly.

© slxtarchive

[aleleck]

It Ain’t Me, Babe-

Dear Charles,

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I feel like I need to write these words to you, even though they’re not easy to say.

You’re always so kind and loving. You’re surrounded by warmth wherever you go, and you take such good care of everyone around you. You eat well, you take your exercise routine seriously, and you seem to draw people in with your light. They gather around you, as if looking for a little piece of that good energy you carry.

And looking at all of that, I realize that maybe I’m not the one you want.

I’m not as affectionate as you are. Sometimes I’m harsh with people without meaning to be. I don’t really know how to be kind, and I don’t have many people around me. I don’t care about what I eat, I hate exercising, and most of the time, people drift away from me.

I don’t think I’m the one you need.

You deserve someone better. Someone who picks flowers for you on an ordinary day. Someone who is never weak, but always strong enough to protect you. Someone who isn’t lost or confused inside.

I’m not that person. And I’m sorry for that.

With love,

MV

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I wrote this based on the song “It Ain’t Me, Babe” by Thimothée Chalamet and Monica Barbaro that I saw on Tiktok, hope you like it :)🌷

[egg-but-with-style]

HEADCANONS WITH THE BOYSSSS!!!!

My last post did pretty well, and if people like it, I figured I might as well try my hand at some more!!!!

Gaz

This guy literally has the best skin in the world, it's like looking at something carved from marble, everytime you ask about his skincare routine, he just says genetics.

He detests anything made with cinnamon, his older sister once made him try a pie she made, and by the time he was done eating it, he was literally coughing up cinnamon. Didn't say anything though, couldn't be mean to his sister like that.

HE CANNOT SIT STILL!! Gaz and soap are literally the most energetic people on base. Except Price finds Gaz charming and soap less so...

Also I for some reason think he smells like oranges and mangos???

(edited after I saw a tiktok about climate change) GAZ IS SUPER VOCAL ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE, all of the boys care to some degree (get it?) but Gaz brings hard facts and evidence everytime he talks about it, Price is now worried for Gaz's mental health

Price

Where to start? Maybe with the fact he has duplicates of his hats he keeps in his office drawer. Ghost went in there one time to give Price a report and saw Price open his Hat Drawer. Ghost had never seen so many hats

If some of y'all didn't know, if you have a low tolerance to cigars and breathe in too much of the smoke, you'll get sick. So, Price keeps a puking trash can just for the people that come into his office. Is he gonna stop smoking to prevent people from losing their lunch? Never.

When he's not on duty he wears the stupid Hawaiian shirts that middle aged dads wear on vacation. Also cargo shorts. Cause they're tactical

Soap

Again, he cannot sit still. He'll wake up in the middle of the night and you'll find him in the armory tinkering with an explosive, and even then he gets up every couple minutes just to pace around

He is very meticulous about his hair. Every morning he wakes up just a little bit earlier then everyone else and hair gels that baby into place. It does not move. It could probably be as effective as a military grade helmet at that point.

THIS MAN DRAWS PORN AND POSTS IT ON TWITTER!!! He uses an alias of course, and a very well hidden drawing tablet when he's on duty. Just ignore the fact that alot of the men he draws look just a tad bit like ghost. Just a little.

Also, while all of the COD men love a woman (or man) with meat on their bones, soap is feral. Chubby chaser all the way. There's also something really hot about a person being around his height and not taking his shit.

Ghost

He has horrible acne under that mask. It's actually awful how much he goes through just to keep it on. He's done skincare, moisturizing, pimple patches, everything, and nothing work. The worst part is, he thinks the mask is so cool it's worth it

This man is an actual dork. (Idea by @ghouljams) this guy definitely makes those little miniatures. The little details he puts into every bit of his work, whether it's wood grain, the look of water, he just does it all with such skill. The plus side is that it keeps his brain at bay, not thinking and more focused on what's in front of him. He also likes DND. Go figure.

I also do like the idea of trans ghost. He understands what it was like before he transitioned and feeling ashamed of his size when he used to be forced into the stereotype of what a woman should look like. So when people fuck with you about your size, he's right behind you like he's gonna kill them.

Authors note: the only thing I'm afraid of as I start writing is 1. The fan fic author curse, and 2. People actually paying attention to me, my anxiety is gonna kill me, lol. Anyway, hope y'all are having a great day!!! Bye!!!

[sngj08]

[We Meet Again] idol!anton x fan!fem!reader

summary: RIIZE liked your tiktok video. You didn't really think much of it until a fan seemingly dmed you something interesting. You ended up realizing that one of the members knows your dad as a family friend.

genre: strangers to friends, family friends, tiktok

warning: cursing, reader may be harsh and opinionated on some riize members, old internet slangs

based on real life events

- acc m.list

"YN WAKE UP!!! YOU HAVE SCHOOL TODAY!!" You heard your mom screaming from downstairs as you groan to yourself.

You forced yourself to stand up and get ready for school.

You did your morning routine, grabbed your school backpack, phone and left to school.

"Girl did you do your math homework?" Your friend said to you.

"Not a good morning Giselle?" You said playfully to your friend.

"Girl I'm serious. I already have 2 missing assignments in class." She nudged you as you smiled back at her.

"Yeah yeah. I did the homework." You said while handing her the homework.

"Ok send it to me, by lunch the latest. Bye girl and good luck in class." She waved goodbye as you both parted ways.

"Ok guys lets do it!" Your teacher opened the door, as it was your reminder to go to class.

As soon as you placed down your stuff by your table, you took your homework out and took a picture.

You sat down on your chair and properly prepared yourself for class before you send the homework to your friend.

You tried sending the message but your school wifi was not helping at all.

'Ugh f the school wifi.' You said under your breath.

"Do you want my pocket wifi?" One of the guys you thought was cute in your class handed you his pocket wifi.

Without hesitation, you took the wifi and entered the password onto your phone.

"Thanks." You said quietly to him while giving the wifi packet back with a smile.

"No problem." He smiled back. And without any hasle, the message went through easily until your phone started pinging nonstop.

"Can you please turn off your phone Yn. You are disrupting the class." The teacher said to you.

"Sorry sir." You said as you placed your phone on silent and placed it in your bag.

After school you went straight home and checked your phone.

You finally opened your phone from its slumber and your phone started pinging nonstop again.

"The fuck?" You cursed at yourself to see what it happening.

*RIIZE has liked your post*

You found the notification that were most likely the problem of all the spam notifications.

RIIZE just debuted and your sister introduced them to you.

You can say aren't a big fan of them but you still made tiktoks about them for fun.

It didn't bother you that RIIZE has been commenting on posts they see on tiktok because you thought of the low chance of the possibility to happen until now.

You got a mix of notifications of fans liking the same post and spam liking your other posts as well. You also got some notifications of some people following you out of no where.

You checked all the notifications until you saw some profile pictures of the people who followed you.

You decided to follow back fellow briize whom their pfp looks interesting.

You followed probably a 5 people until your mom called you.

"YN!!! DO THE DISHES!!!" Your mom screamed to you from downstairs again as you roll your eyes in annoyance.

"OK MOM!" You screamed back at your mom while going downstairs.

As you finished washing the dishes, you ran back upstairs so that your mom won't tell you to do more chores.

You only had one year left to be with your mom because you were already a senior in high school this year and you would start to live separately during college which scares you.

You shake off the idea of paying for rent when you went back up to your room and grabbed your phone.

*someone messeged you on tiktok*

A notification was shown on your phone from a person you just had become friends with on tiktok.

briize532: your yn right?

They probably looked into your instagram or something which is conncected onto your tiktok bio so you had no worries replying

you: yeah, why are you asking?

briize532: you're ****'s daughter right?

As you say another weird message from the person, you thought to yourself maybe they really looked in depth to your instagram profile.

you: my dad told me to say hi.

You were so confused of whats happening so you asked the user.

you: your dad?

briize532: yeah, your dad and my dad are friends. they met up at sm town for that meeting during ****(the year)

You vividly remember that year because you had gotten into kpop and your parents were going to korea without you because they said they had a meeting to attend to in sm town. You begged to let your parents take you with them but they said no because you had school. You didn't know who they met specifically tho.

you: I remember by dad going there lol

you didnt know what else to say because your dad was still at work for you to ask him a question of whom he was friends with during that year.

briize532: I saw you like riize, who is your bias?

you: my sister made me into riize a few weeks ago but I think eunseok and wonbin are good. who are your biases?

briize532: my bias is anton. what do you think him?

you: imma be real with you i could see why fans like him as well but i didn't appeal to his charm. it seems like a me problem but thats my opinion if you were asking for it

briize532: i see. not everyone has the same taste and they just debuted so they haven't shown everything they've got just yet

you: a riize defender i see

You chuckle while typing that message on you phone.

briize532: what if i told you i was anton

you: you'd be capping

you laughed at his message

briize532: i'll prove it. ill call you on kakaotalk. whats your kakao id?

You raised your eyebrows at his determination so you sent them your kakao id.

You got the friend request and accepted it and in a few moments, the user called you.

"Hey" The person said from the other side of the phone said, just showing his hair.

"I can't see your face." You sad to the phone as he readjusted his camera.

"Can you see me now?" Anton said from the other side of the phone.

"How the fuck is that you? Are you just a recorded live like those omegle videos?" You say in disbelief.

"Nope, it's really me! briize532 on tiktok!" He said with a small tone.

"So let me get this straight... Your producer dad.... knows my dad... and they met each other during ****?!" You said adding 2 and 2 together.

"Yeah" He said from the other side of the phone making you realized what you said about him on tiktok.

"Yo- I am so sorry what I said on the tiktok dms" You said to Anton who has seen your opinion about him.

"It's fine, atleast you listen to our music" He said a bit uncomfortable.

"Did i ruin your ego and everythng? gosh-" You said yapping your heart out your 'sorrys'

"No, my ego isnt ruined at all. You were being honest. It was my fault I asked." He said as defense.

This went on and on until your dad arrived, you showed Anton who was stiil on video call on your phone.

"Hi Anton!" Your dad said casually, still surprised your dad knows his name.

"Hi Uncle ****(your dad's name)" He says from the other side of the call.

"You look so much like your dad now!" Your dad said in reply.

"Thank you!" Anton said politely back to your dad.

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/overtake/746762194848563200/your-post-about-max-liking-daniels-ig-just-opened could u write something based on this?

I have had this ask for so long, sorry bestie- my brain was doing a thing at the time lol. lol thank you @secretdonderwolk for the unintentional prompt

His phone vibrated in his pocket, three times for three messages. He had an idea about who this was, he hoped it was his sister complaining about something. Or even Seb– even though he sat across from him at lunch. Seb could be annoying like that, but that was also because Daniel had been annoying like that first. 

Putting his phone on the table, he saw the screen light up with notification banners from Instagram. There was the broad one about how many thousand likes his post workout selfie had gotten. But then there was the secondary banners about replies and DMs. A familiar user name peaked up at him; 3_MaxV_3. 

Daniel rolled his eyes then flipped his phone on its screen. That kid, because he was a kid, with his scrawny body posing with a sideways cap in one picture, in a couch with dogs in another. But mostly in a race suit at a karting track. That kid had been messaging him for weeks now. He did the same thing repeatedly; Daniel posted a thirst trap photo (he looks damn good and it shows he’s working out) and then Max would be in the replies sending one thing the 💯emoji– three times of course. 

Daniel never responded to him after the first time, which was an accident, but the kid seemed to have taken that interaction as an open door to send Daniel reels of memes he already saw when he scrolled mindlessly through tiktok. He was surprised that a seventeen year old wasn’t on tiktok and was instead using instagram, but that also didn’t matter to Daniel. One less platform for this kid to find him on.

“Your new boyfriend again?” Seb teased with a snort.

“First of all, ew. He’s like still in diapers, mate.”

“I dunno why you let him annoy you so much. He’s harmless, still like in junior formula or whatever.”

“Don’t they call it like formula 3 now or something?”

“Who the fuck knows anymore. They change the names of this shit every year. Come I’m not allowing you make me be late for engineering.” Seb stood from his seat while Daniel cackled.

“I was one time!”

“One time is more than enough I think.”

— - —

Daniel pressed post on the thumbs up selfie. He’d gotten a podium today and wanted to commemorate after a long day. The first notification came quickly after. 💯💯💯 Daniel had become used to the routine by now, he already assumed that the kid had his post notifications on. It was weird but Daniel didn’t think too closely of it.

He did notice a difference this time. His username was different; maxverstappen_33. Daniel clicked into his profile, not something he did but there was a change in the routine and he was curious about why.

Lots of karting pictures met his eyes, pictures on podiums and in the garage. There were a lot more sponsor logos than before and Daniel couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He himself knew how difficult it was to even get sponsors to talk to you in karting, much less to invest. 

While he was scrolling through the rest of the profile, careful not to double tap anything of course, another notification banner from maxverstappen_33 popped up. “You are so beautiful Daniel.”

And well… that was new. Normally he’d get a lion or capybara video by now. MaxV had taken to sending him videos of quokkas recently too. Daniel had never given him the impression that these videos were appreciated or cared for– though he had watched a couple of them– so he didn’t understand this step up to shooting his shot.

Daniel closed out of the profile and then the app. He needed to get some sleep.

— - —

They’d told him to record a video for some kid getting his super license soon. That was new, but maybe Seb had been the one welcome in the new drivers in the program. It was quick with well wishes for some kid named Max. 

Daniel had wondered initially if it was MaxV, or rather Max Verstappen. But Vicky had told him nothing more and MaxV was supposed to be going to formula 2 now anyways. No way Red Bull would be making such a stir over a kid.

When he got out of the sim he had a bitchload of notifications. Red Bull had tagged him in something and people were congratulating him. Ace. He went to his DMs to see a new message from Maxverstappen_33;

‘Thank you for the video. It was lovely Daniel.’

Well, shit.

— - —

It happened slower than he thought it would have. But quickly in the grand scheme of things. Daniel stepped out of his motorhome, zipping up his race suit and thanking the handler to his left for his hat. It was shoot day today with the whole team, including the boys from Torro Rosso.

Daniil slotted in beside him and Daniel dapped him up. This would be their second year as teammates and Daniel was excited for the year to come. 2016 felt like the year maybe, to take the championship fight to Mercedes. The car was quick in the sim and Adrian said the wind tunnel tests have been phenomenal. Daniel was ready.

What he wasn’t ready for, was the guy who stepped right in front of him. Blonde hair, electric blue eyes. Familiar as fuck face pulled into a smile. 

“Daniel! It is great to finally meet you after all this time.”

Daniel hadn’t ever considered meeting MaxV in person, the kid that’s been sending him 💯 emoji what felt like weekly for the last maybe two years. If you scrolled through their DM it was very one sided. But here he was, very caught out at the very real and very eager kid waiting for his reply. This would probably be the first time he ever did reply.

“Enchante, Max.” Daniel grinned and glanced over a Daniil when Max’s face flushed with a blush.

He didn’t think about it the rest of the day. Not when Max kept telling jokes and whipping his head around to see his reaction. Not when Max would hold Carlos’ hand and pulling him into close hugs only to turn and look to Daniel’s reaction.

Daniil was having a field day and he knew Seb was going to learn about this somehow.

He didn’t think about it. Because Max was a kid or whatever and it was weird.

Max sought him out fairly regularly after that, bolstered by being in the same company and paddock. Invigorated at the fact that Daniel responded to him every time.

— - —

Daniel heard the news but he hadn’t quite believed it. He knew RedBull did driver swaps, apparently ‘all the time’ but he didn’t think he ever saw it happen mid season like this. 

He walked into the garage to see the host of cameras and mics. The identical RB12 no longer sported Daniil’s number but now had a large 33 plastered over it. The garage was also sporting the new 3|33 decals. Daniel knew that marketing was having a field day.

He stepped off to the meeting rooms to wait for the crowd to clear, fiddling on his phone. He’d never admit it, not even under the pain of a slow as fuck pitstop, that he was interested to see what the hubbub was about. What could possibly be so good about Max that they would do such a public shaming of Daniil.

He didn’t know how much time passed, but he tweeted a bit and posted a new picture to instagram during the time. The notification banner popped up; maxverstappen_33☑️ 💯💯💯

Daniel grinned to himself, still surprised that Max had kept this up. Still apparently had his post notifications on. The door opened. 

“Daniel that picture was lovely.” Max sat in the seat across from him in the conference room. His RedBull polo was a little askew, and he was smiling widely.

Well, shit.

[nekoannie-chan]

Rescue in the Dark

Title: Rescue in the dark.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X 40’s!Reader.

Word count: 1982 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve will save you, won't he?

Major Tags: Fluff, angst.

Additional tags: My gift for @saiyanprincessswanie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MISSY!

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.

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Time had lost its meaning.

You didn't know exactly how many days had passed since you were kidnapped, but every second at the Hydra base felt like an eternity. There were no windows, no natural light, only the concrete walls surrounding you and the dim illumination of a flickering lamp on the ceiling.

You were locked in a small, cold cell with a rock-hard metal bed and a bucket of stagnant water in the corner. At first, you tried to keep track of the days by scratching marks on the wall with a loose stone from the floor. Eventually, the marks became confusing. Too many of them.

The only contact you had with the outside world was when Hydra's guards came in to drop off some food—if you could call it that—or when the Red Skull came.

He always made sure to remind you that you were completely at his mercy.

“You know?“ He had told you the first time he entered your cell, his boots echoing on the floor. “When I heard Captain America had a weakness, I thought it would be something more interesting. But you turned out to be just... you.”

He wasn't here to torture you. Not the way the soldiers did with other prisoners. You were his bait.

He knew Steve would come after you.

The first time you tried to challenge him, he beat you.

“I'm not interested in hurting you," he had said in an almost bored tone. “But if you keep challenging me... I might have my men look for someone else. Maybe a friend? A family?”

That was enough to shut you up.

But not for long.

“Steve will come," you told him one day, your jaw clenched. “And when he does, he'll finish you.”

Red Skull smiled.

“Oh, that's exactly what I want.”

You weren't here because Hydra wanted something from you.

You were here because they wanted Steve.

The weeks passed in a suffocating routine.

Guards came and went without a word, leaving barely edible food.

Every time you closed your eyes; you remembered the last time you saw Steve.

You remembered the way he had hugged you before leaving on a mission.

“I'm coming back, okay?”

You hadn't quite believed him at the time.

But now, more than ever, you clung to those words like a lifeline.

Then, something changed.

One night, as you were lying on the hard metal bed, you heard heavier than normal footsteps in the hallway. A group of soldiers entered the cell, looking tenser than usual.

“Get up," one of them ordered.

You did not move.

One of the guards grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you off the bed. You resisted, but you were not strong enough to break free from his grip.

“Where are you taking me?”

No one answered.

They took you out of the cell and forced you to walk down a long, narrow corridor. In the distance, you could hear the hum of machinery, voices in German, and the unmistakable sound of boots marching on the concrete floor.

Something was going on.

When the doors to a larger room opened in front of you, you knew the answer was just ahead.

Red Skull was waiting.

And in his hand, he held something that made you hold your breath.

A communicator.

A damn communicator with the Allied signal.

You were thrown to the ground in front of him, and before you could move, two soldiers grabbed your arms to keep you kneeling.

“Ah, finally," said the Red Skull with a satisfied smile. “Just in time.”

He brought the communicator to his lips and pressed a button.

The sound of static filled the room before a familiar voice echoed on the other end.

“Captain Rogers here.”

Your heart stopped.

Steve.

Steve was on the other end of the line.

Red Skull looked at you with amusement before speaking.

“Captain, what a pleasant surprise. I'm glad to hear our transmission has been received.

There was a tense silence.

“If you've hurt Y/N...”

Red Skull smiled even wider.

“Oh, don't worry. Y/N's... intact. But that's up to you.”

You turned to the communicator and shouted in desperation.

“Steve!”

You didn't know if he heard you because Red Skull pressed a button and cut the transmission immediately.

“See? Everything is going according to plan.”

“He's going to find you.”

“I know," he muttered, satisfied. ” And when he does... it'll be too late.”

You knew Steve would come.

But now the question was, would he get here before the Red Skull got his way?

“Now we can only wait," he said with a chilling calmness as he turned the communicator in his hand before stowing it in his belt.

You clenched your fists, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palms.

“If you think Steve is just going to fall into your trap, you're underestimating him.”

Red Skull tilted his head with a smirk.

“Underestimate him? Oh, meine liebe… I don't think so. On the contrary, I know his worth better than anyone else. That's why I know exactly what he will do when he steps on this base.”

He waved his hand, and the soldiers holding you forced you to stand up.

“Take her back to her cell," he ordered without even looking at you. “Make sure our guest is ready for the Captain's arrival.”

The guards nodded and began dragging you out of the room.

“You can't win this war, Schmidt! You can't win this war, Schmidt," you shouted at him before they dragged you out. Steve is going to defeat you.

Red Skull simply laughed.

“We'll see if you still believe that when you see his corpse.”

The words sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn't allow yourself to falter.

Steve would come.

And Steve always found a way to win.

The last few hours before the rescue

Back in your cell, the atmosphere felt different. More tense.

Guards passed by more frequently, some muttering to each other in German. You heard single words: Rogers, attack, preparation.

You knew what it meant.

Steve was nearby.

You sat on the metal bed, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart. You had to be ready.

If Steve arrived and the base was booby-trapped, Hydra would not hesitate to use you as a human shield. If there was anything you could do, anything at all, to help him when he arrived, you would do it.

The minutes dragged on in an excruciating wait.

Until, finally, it happened.

The first rumble.

A tremor shook the floor of the base, accompanied by the distant sound of an explosion.

You jumped out of bed, your chest rising and falling with a mixture of adrenaline and hope.

Steve.

Alarms began to sound all over the place.

The guards outside your cell began to move in a hurry, their voices rising in hurried orders.

A second explosion.

Then gunshots.

The sound of a shield bouncing off the walls.

He was here.

You took a deep breath and moved closer to the door, pressing your ear against the cold metal. Footsteps were approaching. A cry of pain echoed outside, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body falling to the ground.

And then, you saw it.

Steve's shield rolled in front of the entrance before the door burst open with a brutal impact.

And there he was.

His silhouette was silhouetted against the hallway light, his uniform torn in places and a bleeding wound on his eyebrow. But none of that mattered.

“God..." he whispered, running to you.

He knelt beside you, and his hands found yours.

“Are you all right?“

“Steve..." You couldn't help but throw yourself into his arms.

He held you tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would disappear.

“I'm sorry," he murmured against your hair. “You shouldn't have to go through this.”

“You made it... That's all that matters.”

“Let's get you out of here.”

But before he could get up with you, a familiar laugh echoed through the corridors.

“Oh, Captain... How touching.”

Steve's body instantly tensed.

Red Skull.

Steve stood up immediately, placing himself in front of you in an instinctive gesture of protection. His broad back partially blocked your view, but you could feel the tension in his body.

Red Skull stepped forward calmly, hands folded behind his back, as if he didn't care at all that his base was in chaos.

“I must admit, Rogers," he said in that icy voice that made every word sound calculated. I didn't expect you to get here so quickly.

“You know why I'm here.”

“Of course," Red Skull smiled, and his gaze drifted to you. “But tell me, Captain... How far would you be willing to go to save her?”

His hand slid to his belt and pulled out a small detonator.

Your blood froze.

“This base is already lost, Rogers," he continued calmly. But there are always ways to make sure you get the last word.

Steve narrowed his eyes.

“If you activate that, even you won't make it out alive.”

Red Skull laughed.

“And who said I plan to do that?”

With a swift movement, he threw the detonator at one of his soldiers, who ran off in the opposite direction.

“No!" you shouted, knowing what that meant.

Steve reacted in a split second.

“Run!” he commanded, and then he ran after the soldier.

But the Red Skull was ready.

He pulled a pistol from his jacket and fired.

The roar of the shot echoed through the corridors.

Steve barely managed to turn his shield in time, deflecting the bullet before he lunged at his foe.

The fight began in the blink of an eye.

Steve's fists slammed into Red Skull with brutal force, but the villain was no slouch. He was strong, almost as strong as Steve, and every blow echoed off the concrete walls.

You stepped back, looking for a way to help.

Hydra soldiers began to appear in the hallway, but before they could approach, the alarms changed pitch.

Self-destruct activated.

The lights began to flicker.

The echo of distant explosions mingled with the sound of fighting.

The base was about to collapse.

“Steve!” you shouted, watching as Red Skull pulled out a dagger and aimed it straight for Steve's abdomen.

But he dodged it at the last moment, grabbing his enemy's wrist and twisting it so hard that the knife fell to the ground with a metallic sound.

“We have to go!” you insisted, feeling how the structure of the place began to tremble.

But Red Skull wasn't about to give up.

With one last effort, he pulled away from Steve and pulled another device from his belt.

“This doesn't end here, Rogers.”

He pressed a button, and, before Steve could catch him, he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and bright blue light.

He had teleported.

Steve cursed through his teeth.

But there was no time to worry about that.

“Come on!“ He grabbed your hand and started running with you down the corridors that were collapsing around him.

Each explosion shook the ground beneath his feet.

“The exit is near!” he said, without letting go of your hand.

Smoke began to fill the air, and for a moment, you thought they wouldn't make it. But then you saw the light of the exit a few feet away.

Steve gently pushed you forward.

“Jump!”

And without thinking, you did.

The cold air hit your face as you finally stepped outside.

The sound of the final explosion behind you was deafening.

You both rolled in the snow, panting from the effort.

But when you looked up, you saw Steve beside you, his chest rising and falling hard.

You were safe.

Finally, you were free.

And all you could do was turn and throw yourself into his arms.

[rythms-of-synthax]

Ladies please unlearn the TikTok definition of a "productive day" which is wake up at 5am skincare (only if 10 steps) drink whatever green potion lift weights/go to pilates nutritious breakfast and I can go on for days. I have a post (which isn't even inherently mine cause it was a quote from a book that I found extremely inspiring) that says Don't focus on wants focus on likes - likes being the feeling afterwards and I got myself complaints about "Oh bUt I DOn't LikE ExErciSe!!!". And here's my answer to you: fair enough. But if you are above 15 (which I guess you are) I trust you can distinguish between a habit that is beneficial for you (that keeps you alive let's be honest) and what you like. We have one more problem. Has it ever, idk, occur to you that maybe tiktok isn't right and you have willpower? And I don't think in that post you saw me saying that oh "exercise" is weightlifting. Do freaking yoga for all I care just don't get stuck in a chair 24/7. Ok? Ok. Let's move on. And get back to tiktok and how to be "that girl" and we were all taught in kindergarten that we are all unique and we all have our own qualities. Which is in fact very true. So why are you trying to be all one by following the same routine? If someone on tiktok tells you that in order to be that girl you need to wake up at 1 am and howl at the moon like the wolves you do it?! Some creativity and independence do we have? I really want you to understand that 1. you have a certain lifestyle 2. you have your own personality 3. your goals are not the same and if they are they are not yours they are ctrl v ctrl c from the internet. Ok so now I will tell you something very strange. Discipline does not mean doing what you hate for long periods of time. It is doing what you need for long periods of time. Good. Now we have the base. Then. There is no pride in doing what you hate without any reason. It is called masochism and at best being stupid. Simply cause you'll not stick to it. So there are a few foundations for a well-functioning individual: - healthy diet; - movement/exercise; - hobby; - religion/something you believe in; - how you present yourself; - habits and routine (highly corelated without all the above); also intellectual activity but it's clear to me that many can survive without this. Ok the lesson is "don't be stupid and don't come to me saying that ohbutIdon'tlike.." cause 1. it is only your problem not mine; and 2. great! if you know you don't like it drop it; and 3. if you don't like it but you need it change it;

From now on I have bigger expectations okay? okay. bye.