#but i want to see it so next time i will be like hey i watched star wars tv show thing

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely. I just had the scariest night last night and it ended with me in the ER for almost 7 hours. Basically I let a UTI go on too long and it traveled to my kidneys. But I was in the bathroom about to shower and I got super sick and dizzy and lightheaded, my hands and feet were tingling to the point of pain, I was DRENCHED in sweat. It was so so scary. I ended up passing out on the toilet (so embarrassing). I had to get my mom to come in and she took me to the ER and it was very rough there too because I was so dehydrated they couldn’t get a vein to give me fluids. So 6 times they tried, digging in my arm and all that before they finally got one. Later it ended up bursting which hurt a fuck ton. But all in all I feel like absolute shit.

If you can, could you write an EMT!marauders fic where something like that happens? Just the scary stuff in the beginning or whatever tickles your fancy. If not, no worries. I will just be reading and rereading all my faves of yours for the next few days while I try to get better 🥲

That sounds so awful, I'm sorry that happened to you!! Hope you're feeling much better by now lovely <3

cw: nonsexual nudity, dizziness, nausea, one sexual joke at the end

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 965 words

A knock on the bathroom door rouses you. Steam heavies the air, the porcelain of the bathtub slippery underneath your backside. You feel sick. 

“Hey.” It’s James’ voice, light as though he’s not really concerned. “Alright in there?” 

You look down blearily. A bottle of shampoo rests against your hip. You must have knocked it from the lip of the tub when you passed out, and James must have heard the sound. When did you pass out? For how long?

“James?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I need…can you come in here?” 

You hear the door open. Half the steam seems sucked from the room, cool air coming in. “Everything okay?” James asks. 

He tries to open the shower curtain, but you’re lying half on top of it and it doesn’t make it far. You lift up on one side to free it. Your entire body trembles with the effort. 

“Hey.” James definitely sounds concerned now, kneeling at your side. He puts a hand under your neck. “What happened? Did you fall?” 

“I don’t feel well.” 

“I can see that, sweetheart.” He shouts for the other boys. “Does anything hurt? Did you fall over?” 

“No,” you say. Footsteps sound outside, nearing you. “No, I sat down. But I think I passed out.” 

James frowns, taking your wrist to get your pulse. “What do you mean when you say you aren’t feeling well?” 

You don’t get a chance to answer before Sirius is pulling the curtain open further. “Baby, what the fuck?” He crouches beside James. It’s now that you realize how painfully naked you are, lying limply on the floor of the tub with hot water from the showerhead beating down on your lower half. “Did you slip?” 

“She passed out,” James answers for you, brows set in concentration as he feels your pulse. “But she sat down first.” 

“Oh, good girl.” 

Remus shuts off the water. You feel its absence immediately, your body at once lighter and colder. 

“Can I have a towel?” you ask. 

Sirius blinks as though he’s only just realizing your nakedness as well. He stands. “Right, I’ve got it.” 

“Why do you think you passed out?” Remus asks you. 

“I don’t know.” You want to give him a better answer, but it’s all you have. “I just got really lightheaded. I still feel sick.” 

“Sick like you’re going to throw up?” James presses. He lets go of your wrist, giving Remus a look you can’t interpret. 

“Yeah.” 

Sirius tsks, returning with a stack of towels and a fluffy robe. “Okay, well don’t worry too much about that. If you throw up you throw up, we just want to know what’s made you sick in the first place.” 

Between all three of them, they haul you out of the tub. The option of you trying to climb out on your own doesn’t seem to cross anyone’s mind. You land in Sirius’ lap, where you’re hastily wrapped in one towel and your hair in another, James drying your arms and legs with a third. 

“What else are you feeling?” Remus asks you. When you hesitate, “Anything at all, it could help us to know.” 

You try to take stock of yourself, shivering a bit as you do. 

“Cold?” Sirius deduces.

You hum. “And my stomach hurts.” 

He frowns. His hand covers your stomach over the towel protectively. “Yeah? Where does it hurt?” 

“Sort of…” You shift a bit, trying to show him. “On the side.” 

Sirius finds the spot like he knows just where you mean. “Around here?” 

“Yeah.” Panic makes your voice tight. “Don’t touch it, please.” 

“Okay. I won’t, sweetheart.” He moves hand away from your side, kissing your temple. “Have you noticed yourself feeling like you need to pee more often lately?” 

You give him a funny look. “I have a UTI, but this doesn’t feel like the same thing.” 

Remus groans. “Dove, really? You knew?” 

“I knew I had a UTI,” you say, confused. Wary, without really knowing why. “It’s not…this feels different.” 

“Why wouldn’t you treat it?” 

“I was going to.” 

“But when you wait like this and don’t tell us, you—” 

“Alright, alright,” James says in a peacemaking tone. He rubs the towel down your calf. “I think she’s got it, love. She’s clearly not enjoying this.” 

Remus closes his eyes, sighing. When he looks at you again, it’s with a softer gaze. “If you don’t treat a UTI,” he says patiently, “it can cause a kidney infection. I think that’s what you’re dealing with now, love.” 

“Oh.” Your voice smalls. “I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, that’s okay.” Sirius kisses your face again, his hold tightening when another shiver passes through you. “Why’re you apologizing to us, huh? You’re the one dealing with it. Passing out in showers and the like.” 

“I know you didn’t want this,” Remus promises you, his expression gentler now. James begins encouraging your arm into your robe. “We’ll get you to A&E, and they’ll give you antibiotics to take care of this, alright?” 

“Okay,” you say meekly. 

Slowly, they get you dried up, clothed, and upright. Sirius teases you about the dangers of not peeing after sex. Remus makes worried faces whenever your expression changes and offers to bring a bag along on the drive in case you’re sick. When you try to walk out of the bathroom and wobble, James is quick with an arm around your back. 

“C’mere, lovie.” He lifts you up into his arms. Clearly he’s trying to be gentle, but you moan anyway, pressing your forehead to his shoulder against a bout of dizziness. 

“Oh, I know,” Sirius coos. “You’re alright, baby. We’ll get you feeling better soon.” 

“I’m never letting any of you put it in me again,” you joke weakly. 

To your surprise, it’s Remus who laughs the loudest.

[mejaemin]

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so hot… - yoon jeonghan

wc: 0.6k summary: jeonghan’s new haircut is so attractive that it woke you right out of your sleep! warnings: fluff, jeonghan baby talking reader (i KNOW he would do this nobody can tell me otherwise), the haircut 👅 an: this hair cut has me feeling 1,000 feelings at once

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you’re not even awake right now. you’re completely delirious, to the point where your eyes are barely open, your hands shaking with the feeling of getting up so abruptly, not even getting a chance to get rid of the drool on your cheek. you felt your bedroom lights turn on, and through the one eye you cracked open, all you saw was something different about your boyfriend, and that alone was enough to get you on your feet.

the whine that fell from your lips paired with your disheveled self stumbling across the bedroom definitely caught him off guard with the way his eyes widened, cheeks a little pink as he opened his arms for you.

“hey angel..” he chuckles, smirking at the way you run your hands through his cropped hair, still in your sleep addled daze. “it’s nice, hm?”

you don’t say anything, very overwhelmed in the moment. it was definitely a mistake to get up like that, your head aching a bit and your heart beating out of your chest due to using energy you hadn’t gotten yet. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, pressing your lips to it as a response. he’s so warm, and you don’t know if you’re alive or sleeping against him, but you’re so comfortable that you feel like sleeping standing up.

“you’re still so sleepy, aren’t you, baby?” you don’t even need to see his face to know he’s pouting at you, always having an urge to baby talk you all the time.

you’re so tired that all you can do is whine, bringing yourself a little closer to him. his hands find your waist, rubbing circles that are so soothing he’s really not helping your case. his lips find the top of your head, and you stay like that for a few minutes until you eventually end up actually falling asleep.

it’s only seconds before you wake up again, gentle hands pushing hair out of your face. your eyes open barely a crack, and jeonghan’s looking down at you with the sweetest lovestruck look in his eyes. you open your own a little wider, and then fully upon remembering his new haircut, smiling to yourself at the sight.

“ ‘s so nice, hannie… so hot..” it’s not even on purpose, but your face is so puffy from sleep that you have a natural pout on your lips, and it only makes your boyfriend coo at you even more.

“thank you so much, angel. now why don’t you go lay back down, okay? i’ll join you in a moment, i just need to undress.” he gently leads you back to your shared bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin before turning away.

he sets his glasses on his nightstand before making his way to the closet. on the way he pulls off his sweatshirt, nothing underneath because what’s the point? you’re falling in and out of consciousness as you watch him get undressed, fair skin completely on display and so beautiful that it keeps you tethered to the living world. a quick glance at the time tells you it’s nearly midnight, jeonghan’s “date” with seungcheol going late into the night.

finally, in nothing but a pair of boxers, he flicks the bedroom light off and crawls into bed next to you. pulling you into his chest, you’re able to finally relax and go back to sleep, not without letting him know one last thing.

“i love it, hannie, love you.. your hair.. want you so bad..” you mumble into his chest.

he chuckles, running a hand up and down your hip. “okay, angel. we’ll see about that in the morning,”

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svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie

[shouyuus]

yes no sorry i fear i have to yap about this now bc --

vi going from hitting you up casually on the weekends to not being able to talk about anything other than you to all her friends; they call her out on it and she tries to deny it at first, but in her heart of hearts, she knows it's true. she's felt it for a while now -- it's just terrifying, isn't it, this whole "falling in love thing" but -- she supposes that if she can puzzle out how you feel about her (she's got an inkling but she's trying not to get her hopes up), it might not be all bad...

her going from winking at you across a bar, slinging her arms around you, tugging you into a dark corner for a quick, dirty make-out to casually having her hand tucked into the back pocket of your jeans, to feeling wrong if she's posted up with a drink and you're not tucked into her side, to smiling when you get up to go to the bathroom and one of her friends asks her -- "hey, isn't that your jacket?"

and from there, it only gets worse (and by that, we mean better) because she's always gotta be holding your hand, always gotta be touching some part of you, even when you're not in public. and at first, you thought it was a possessiveness thing, but when you ask her, all she does is blink and tell you that she just likes the way her body feels next to yours -- it's weird, isn't it? falling in love?

or rather, waking up one day, and realizing that you've already been there, that the falling was so long ago it's redefined everything you knew of gravity.

her going from biting her nails over a double-text to facetiming you first thing in the morning, before she's even all that awake, because you're the first person she wants to see to start the day, and she'll be damned if she's not the first person you see, too. going from after-dinner drinks to making you breakfast in the morning, knowing what you like by heart, your orange juice and ginger shot already made by the time you get up and make it into the kitchen.

going from "i like the look of you in my clothes, sweetheart." to "you look better in my life, though, and i can't really imagine it without you anymore."

[itoshhi]

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki | his first one

❕smut mdni, oral sex.

you know, normally you hesitate at your first experiences, or you go a little crazy when you try new things. oh, yeah, normally it’s like that… normally…

your boyfriend bakugou katsuki is going to go out of his way to show you heaven with his first oral experience. isn’t it incredible? he’s never done this before but i’m sure he’s completely lost it when he sees your glistening pussy between your legs that are spread for him. he doesn’t have the slightest bit of nervousness or embarrassment, you’ve fucked many times before and it wasn’t the first time he’s seen you naked. but hey, he picks up on things faster than his first ones… well… i guess you won’t even think about how he does it when he’s eating you like a pro.

you’re in the middle of foreplay with bakugou in your room. as your kisses deepened, within minutes you felt his hot breath on your underwear and between your thighs. “suki…” in response to your whimpering, he pulls your underwear to the side and starts eating you out with the most impudent attitude he can muster. why was he so rough on his first try even though he wasn't in a hurry…

"kats- mmph!" he'll grab your thighs tightly, keeping you from closing your legs while you pull on his spiky blonde hair. "u feelin’ good?" he'll growl as he asks, the shivers you feel in your lower half will intensify. oh, you're getting close?

before i forget... "k-katsuki... t-teeth!" his teeth were making more contact than necessary, and although it made you cum faster, all he wanted to do was eat you as much as he wanted. so he'll be more careful next time. and yeah, he doesn't care if you tremble or cry with pleasure.

oh, hey explosive dynamight. the place is yours, calm down buddy...

© itoshhi 2025 {do not copy, translate, steal, modify without permission.}

[illiath-the-fae]

I cop a lot of flak about refusing to play gacha games and other games with loot box mechanics, predatory monetization, "random chance drops" and things of that nature.

I refuse to play those games, or discuss them other than via their negatives, specifically because they are gambling.

Even if you never spend a cent.

Even if you get "free rolls/pulls/draws/spins/whatever".

Even if you know that you have a 1 in four chance, and you WILL get the thing on the fourth attempt if you don't get it sooner.

And for those who don't know why, here's a (very quick) explanation as to why. Humans are "learning animals", meaning unlike a lot of other creatures, almost all our behaviours are learnt behaviours. How you walk? Learnt behaviour. How you sit around others? Learnt behaviour. How you sneeze? Learnt behaviour. (can provide links to articles if you'd like, hit me up for them if you want them). And, we learn by doing, by repeating actions and being rewarded for doing the action. The "best" way to learn something when being rewarded for doing the thing? It's called "Intermittent Reinforcement", or otherwise known as "The Gamblers Method", where you don't get rewarded every time you do something, but only occasionally (note: The metaphor also works for fishing, but I don't see a problem with people generally becoming addicted to fishing to the point they lose housing, I'm sure it's happened, but not frequently). So... here's the other issue... humans spot connections, and build mental links between things, even if we don't plan to do so.

So... your nice gacha game that you don't ever spend money on? Trains you to expect it's okay, and rewarding even, to do something that means you are giving up something, for the potential reward of nothing other than "hey that's cool". The mechanics then become "safe and normal"... so when the next game you play asks for a few bucks for a bunch of attempts... or even worse, give you <x> "free" spins, but only if you attach a credit card, which they won't charge it's just an age-verification. And then later another game (or a previous one, or the same one) does a similar thing but asks for $1 for $100 of in-game stuff, which includes a "pile" of "free-spins"... etc... etc... etc...

And even if you don't spend money in games, you're spending time, time you could use on other things. On things that could give you direct rewards now.

And remember those "links" the human mind builds? You might not normally gamble, not even a little bit, and you wind up on a vacation, or have to visit somewhere that has slot machines or something else that's basically "free" (Australia has pokies [slot machines] in a lot of places that are basically $1 for 10 "spins". There's lots of places in the USA that still do "penny slots".)... And you think "meh, I've got a few minutes to waste", and you drop some cash on the machines, and lose it all. No biggie, right?

Or, you're favourite "TrIpLe-A" game adds lootboxes that you can only open by buying "unlock keys" off the company... "oh, no biggie, it's only $5 for 20 keys, I'll get the weapon/armour/dancing-fish-pet/whatever I want with that! Surely!

Lootboxes, Pulls, Draws, Spins, and other gacha mechanics are all DESIGNED to "teach" people to gamble. Even if you're just gambling with time at first.

So, yeah... that's the "quickie" rationale behind why I never play these games (on stream or off), and why I refuse to engage with people who are.

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Note, for those who want to be pedantic and similar. "Bonus Items" are just that, something that you get for playing the game (either well, or just for a certain amount of time). Think of Satisfactory's "Ficsmas" event. It's a bonus for playing the game in December, you get "free items" that fall from the sky... however, if you want, you can, with only a little bit of time, build up to where you are manufacturing the "item drops" yourself. It's also not "gacha" in that the "loot drops" while random, ALWAYS give you something that will move you towards making the "free item machines". It's like finding biomass fields in the game. They're a static resource that you can utilize to build up to not needing that resource. Now, Satisfactory has a bunch of other game mechanics that are bad for people with neurodivergent tendencies, but you can use the game to learn to deal with those tendencies, it rewards you in many ways for doing so. And it also builds different tendencies while doing so... so... it's a win/lose situation for some.

Your friendly reminder to not spend money on gacha.

[zaunian-lesbian-daddy]

WW2 lesbian love story!!!!

MINORS/MEN DNI!!!!

Hey everyone! If this does well I'm going to turn this into a full short story! I want to see who would be interested in that. This short story is going to be based on the myth that “the face you wear in this life is the face you loved most in your last”. It's going to be a tragic love story with smut mixed in! I left the smut out for verious reasons but it will be in the short story! I promise lots of happy things will happen too! Let me know what you think and prepare for a lesbian love story that transcends lifetimes!

WARNINGS: lesbian content, fluff, mentions of war, sexual content, historical dates, WW2 content, soulmates, multiple deaths, mention of suicide, mention of birth, some swearing. (that's all I can think of right now)

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It was June 27th 1940 when I bumped into her in the dairy aisle of the grocery store. I was 18 at the time and she was 19, the wedding ring on her finger glinted in the fluorescent lights when she brushed back her long brown sugar colored hair with her hand. Her warm chocolate brown eyes landed on me, and I felt like I was frozen to the spot, she was so beautiful. I soaked in every tiny detail I could of her; the light brown freckles painting her face and her pink pouty lips. “I’m so sorry, sometimes I'm so in my head I don't see the people around me,” when she spoke it sounded like warm honey.

Being gay was almost unheard of at the time, I knew I liked women, but those words would never leave my mouth. 

“I was the one who bumped into you, I should be the one apologizing,” I laugh a little trying to keep my composure. I keep the conversation going so she doesn't walk away, “My name is Evelyn, what's yours?” I hold my hand out to shake hers, it's as soft as satin. She takes my hand “Rose,” her lips forming into a beautiful smile. 

We talked for a while and ended up doing some shopping together that day. When we went our separate ways, we made sure we could reach each other through the operators who worked the phones back then. 

The next few months were filled with long conversations over the phone, her voice lighting a fire deep within my core. Dinners at her and her husband John’s house, where growing feelings on my end makes the word desire sound pitiful. Little did I know at the time, she felt the same way as I did. 

War was spreading through the European countries, we caught wind of what was happening in Germany here and there. That didn't burst our bubble though, months turned into a year. Tensions were rising and there was talk of a draft for all able bodied men between 18 to 35 years old to join the war. We were in her kitchen late one night, crickets were chirping as we spoke about the news. 

“Do you think John is going to be picked in the first draft?” I keep my voice low so he doesn't hear me over the radio he has turned on. Rose nods her head slowly but I don't see sadness in her eyes, which is strange, because doesn't she love him? “I have no doubt he will be one of the first men to be picked in the draft, it's a gut feeling,” her voice is just as soft as mine was. 

I debated on asking her why she doesn't seem sad about it. As soon as I went to ask, we heard John's footsteps approaching from the living room. We both look towards the door as he walks in. “I’m going to head to bed,” he speaks as he walks over to her. He places a soft kiss on her lips, I watch it happen, I always do. I think about how her lips would feel on mine. 

I snap out of my thoughts as John gives me a nod, I smile at him, then without a pause he leaves. I turn my attention back to Rose, she almost looks sick, her face is slightly pale. I study her for a second before speaking, “what's wrong?” I've known her for almost a year and a half. I can tell when she is thinking too hard about something. 

“I'm thinking about if he gets drafted, how will I support myself alone?” she finally looks at me. Before I can stop myself the words seem to fall out of my mouth, “You won't be alone.. I’ll always be here with you and we can figure it out together,” my mouth goes dry. She looks at me before offering me a sweet smile.

A long pause happens, we just sit and look at each other. It doesn't feel uncomfortable at all, more like something unspoken. She stands slowly while keeping her eyes on me. She rounds the table, my eyes trace every movement she makes. She is now standing next to me, I have to look up at her from my sitting position.

Her eyes are softer, her lips parted slightly. There is a charge in the air that I can't describe. She moves slowly, cradling my cheeks with her hands. My breathing hitches as I stare up at her, she breaks the silence with a soft whisper, “May I kiss you?” 

My mind goes blank, my eyes still locked on hers. I take a deep shaky breath before I end up nodding, she doesn't seem to hesitate once I give permission, she bends down pressing her lips against mine. I melt into her, our lips dancing together in a passionate kiss. When she finally pulls away, we are both breathless.

She giggles a little with a smile, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,”. I smile back at her, with a laugh of my own. “I’m glad you did it, because I've wanted it too,”. That night we experimented in her kitchen, exploring each other's bodies with our hands and mouths. Doing things God would surely send us to hell for. 

We talked about how we both knew we were attracted to women but it could never be something we did in public. We found solace in each other. Months of us exploring our sexuality, hidden behind closed doors, a dark, sinful, secret. The kisses and touches we shared were warm despite the incoming war. 

Between the passionate nights Rose and I shared, my family often pushed me to find a man who could take care of me and give me children. If they knew what I did behind closed doors I'm sure I would have been disowned and kicked out, since I still lived at home. I did as I was told, filling my days with dates with ugly men who promised me the world. After performing all day, I would go fill my nights with Rose’s sinful touches.

As time went on, talk of the draft became real. John got sent off to Germany, not long after the bombing of Pearl harbor. The dust hadn’t settled yet, when word broke of women entering the workforce to fill the spaces the men had left. Rose and I started doing factory work, producing munitions for the war. 

My family let me move in with her since we were so close and she needed help paying for the house while John wasn't there. I had to promise them to keep looking for a husband to do so.  With the war raging and so few men not fighting in the war it was easier to make excuses for why I remained single. 

It felt natural living and working with Rose, we decided that we could call ourselves a “couple” but it was only meant for behind closed doors. The nights were filled with long talks, making love to each other, and falling deeper in love with each other. I had to remind Rose several times to write to her husband, to keep the act up, so when he did come home he wouldn't think anything improper was happening.

About eight months after John deployed, soldiers showed up at the house, Rose was home and I had picked up an extra shift at the factory that day. They gave her the news that he had been KIA during the Dieppe Raid, he was one of three Americans who died that day. They offered a short, insincere, apology then left her standing there. When I came home that night she didn't say much, gave me a kiss, and handed me the letter. 

I read it over, then studied her closely. She didn't look like she had cried at all, she was acting normal. Over the next few days she seemed completely fine. Maybe it was because she never loved him or maybe it was the fact that we had been in a “relationship” for so long it didn't matter to her. Either way, I celebrated in my head because I knew there was nothing standing between us now. 

The war was making the days fly by, work at the factory was grueling. We even made a hook near the door where we would hang our carabiners that were full of tools we needed to use at our job. One night I was so tired I came home so tired I hooked them together by accident, it became our running joke. 

Rose would always find ways to make coming home interesting, meeting me in the nude, leaving notes telling me to find her and fuck her, or just loving on me. I did the same for her, at one point I left my belt on the counter with a note saying “find me, tie me up, use me however you want”. Life was good, no matter the war raging just outside our door.

I didn't really go see my family anymore, it wasn't important. Everytime I went to see them they would ask about me finding a husband. I couldn't imagine life without Rose in it, it's like God made us for one another in every lifetime.

In April of 1945 we got the news that Hitler had been killed, the entire United States was celebrating. The years of Rose and I being together had been magical. We met other like minded women through our job at the factory, there were other lesbians who we became friends with. Nights filled with gossip, wine, giggles and games. That's until Rose got sick.

The first time she collapsed was about a month after Hitler got killed. She became pale, got sick and collapsed on the floor. Luckily I was home, I rushed her to the hospital but they wouldn't allow me to stay with her because I wasn't family.

Months followed of them running as many tests as they could, multiple trips to the hospital, long nights staying awake to make sure nothing happened to her while I was sleeping. We got word of other women who were getting sick just like Rose was, they all had one thing in common, working in factories around TNT.

There were no answers and she was only getting worse, the life I once saw in her was fading away every single day. I prayed to the God who would surely damn Rose and I to hell for the kind of relationship we had. I hoped he would listen, maybe give the doctors answers so I wouldn't lose the person I've loved most.

I made her quit working when she got sick, whenever I got home, I would crawl into bed and stare at her. Take in her soft curves, the beauty in her face, the lines that formed over the years. I would hold back my tears till I was alone so I could remain strong for her. When I got home tonight I did the same as usual, she was awake this time.

Her warm brown eyes found me, she gave a half hearted smile. “I love you so much,” her voice seemed hollow, I couldn't help the tears welling in my eyes. “I love you more,” my voice cracks as I speak. She turns her body so we are laying face to face. We never had the death talk because it was never on the table, I couldn't lose her. 

“I will find you in every lifetime, my love. If I am a dog in my next life, I will find you and make you my owner. If I am an ant, I will find every drop of sugar in your house just to be close to you. Even if we are worlds apart I will find my way to you.” her smile is weak, tears are welling in her eyes too now. I can't help but stare at her, why does this sound like a goodbye?

“You aren't leaving me in this one by myself Rose..” I have no choice, tears pour out of my eyes as I pull her into me. Hugging her so tight I'm probably hurting her, but I can't let go, not now, what will I do without her? “I don't think we have a choice,” her voice is weak and muffled by my shoulder. 

We cry until we fall asleep in each other's arms. In the morning when I wake up, we are still in the same position. I pull back slowly and that's when I notice, she's gone. It was a goodbye last night, somehow she knew. I just stare at her for a while until I finally get up. I'm numb but I need to get the operator to send the police.

It happens so fast, they take her, and since I’m not family, I don't get to help plan her funeral. Her family takes over, the next week seems to come in a blur. I don't go to work, I sit in the house and look at the things we collected over the years. Our friends come over to help me, but when I see them together all it does is remind me of her. 

I go to the funeral, her family doesn't let me speak. What would I say anyway? How much I loved her? How lonely am I without her? I sit and stare at the coffin till it's over. 

When I get home the days seem to blur, I don't leave, I dont allow people in, I cant even eat. My family wants me to move back in with them but I don't, this is the only thing I have left of her, so I sit and exist in misery. Then I remember her words “I will find you in every lifetime,” I say outloud to myself, hardly recognizing my own voice. 

I stand up slowly and walk to grab a piece of paper and a pen to write my final note. It reads, “I don't know if anyone will care or read this note. This home was shared by my partner and I. Years of love, tenderness and laughs. I loved her more than life itself, that's why I'm saying goodbye too. To my friends I'm sure you'll understand and I'm sorry. To my family, I hope you forgive my sins. Sincerely, Evelyn.”

With that, I take the note and go to the garage. Our car sits there just like any normal day. I climb in and put the note on the dash, grabbing the keys, I start the car. “I hope you are right Rose, if you are, I look forward to meeting you again..” I roll down the window, relax into my seat and listen to the car's engine. My eyes close, my breathing slows, and then, all the pain stops.

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When I open my eyes again all I can do is cry, fluorescent lights burn my eyes. I can't speak and my body feels weird. I try to move but have no control over my movements. My limbs flail and I can feel tears streaking my face. Then I’m met with a warm body and a soothing voice, something familiar about it. Before I close my eyes again I hear a woman's voice say “Her name is Iris,” it's melodic enough to put me into a deep sleep.

Turns out, I was born again in 1998. Growing up my family didnt have alot but it was enough. I never went hungry, had toys I could play with. I learned to walk, talk, run, explore, build and destroy. My school years went smoothly, I was a solid student, B average. 

I had boyfriends, a girlfriend that my parents had no idea about. They never talked about being against the LGBT but they never mentioned being in support either, so I figured my safest bet was to keep the fact that I found women attractive, quiet.

The years passed, now I'm finding myself standing in front of the mirror looking at myself. Today is my birthday. I'm turning nineteen years old. The person I'm staring at in the mirror seems so familiar. Not just in the way that I know myself, but something more. Like I've seen her before somewhere, this face doesn't seem like mine. Maybe someone else? 

I touch my face, my eyes tracking the movements I make with my fingers. Chocolate brown eyes, my lips are pink, light brown freckles spread evenly over my nose and cheeks. My hair is long, a warm brown color to it. 

I snap out of my trance when my phone dings. I look down to see a message from my friend, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!!!”. I can hear her voice through the message, I giggle then text back. “Thank you! Hope you can come to my party tonight!” I exit the bathroom to go sit on my bed as I send the message. 

While I wait for her to text back I open up instagram, the first post I see is a black background with white lettering that says “the face you wear during this life is the face of the person you loved the most in your last”. I pause on it, reading the words over and over, when my friend's text pops up, I ignore it, and head straight to google. 

I type in the words I saw on the post. It comes up as a Chinese myth, so I clicked on the first link. When I open it, my eyes scan over the words. Before I can finish reading the article something flashes in my brain. A memory? I'm looking into a woman's eyes, identical to mine. She looks sick and sad. Actually, her whole face looks identical to mine. “I will find you in every lifetime,” rings through my head.

I drop my phone on the floor, I barely hear the thud. I'm panting heavily as I stare at the article that's still open on my phone. “What the fuck was that?” I say out loud as if someone will give me the answer. 

I hope you enjoyed the story! Let me know if you want me to make this into a bigger story! I promise there will be smut, lesbian love, laughs, cries and so much more! Will Iris find her love again? Will Rose keep her promise? Will it be a lesbian happily ever after?? If you made it this far thank you for reading!

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can you make a fic of hamzah streaming and he forgets or miss clicks and doesn’t end the live and him and reader start like making out and martin sees the stream has to bang on the door to stop them and the next morning they wake up to edits of reader crawling towards hamzah and shit idk lol

'END STREAM' | Hamzahthefantastic

⚠: slightly suggestive, sfw, fem reader, getting caught wrd count: 974

You and Hamzah had just came back from a busy day. You both decided to share a joint just to relive from whatever may have caused you both insane when suddenly Martin had rang Hamzah up for a last minute fortnite twitch stream. It was now around 11 pm, you were folding up laundry as you waited for the two to finish streaming. You are usually clingy whenever your high so you hoped it wouldn't kick in any sooner.

"Martin!" Hamzah yelled through out the whole apartment as your eyes widened in response. "There's a SQUAD OH GOSH" Martin's voice echoed from one of the rooms of Yours's and Hamzah's house

Mandy had abandoned Martin once again as she was In Spain. Which is why Martin had came over also just cause he wanted to not drive himself alone in his house with just his pets.

"Martin HELP ME!" His audio through the stream cracked as his character In 'Fortnite' collapsed on the floor. "Dude I'm miles away!" Martin responded as Hamzah leaned back on his chair accepting his defeat. "Okay whatever, I think we should wrap it up here." Hamzah sighed looking at the time which he noticed they both had been streaming since 2 hours ago.

11:45 p.m.

"yeah dude your right, anyways chat do you think we should start streaming again?" Martin questioned as the chat was filled with 'YESS' and 'PLEASE'. Hamzah's tired eyes were hidden behind the glare of his glasses and not to mention he may or may not have smoked a joint with you before him getting on stream making him even more tired than ever.

"Okay well Thanks so much guys for watching our very secret stream!" Martin waved through the camera, "Bye!" Martin smiled as Hamzah said so too. Martin had left the call. Hamzah's mind to focused on the time he took off his glasses placing them on the cluttered table. He cracked his knuckles as he noticed the door open to the purring 'Red' "where's your mother Red?" He said picking up the cat as he jumped off his lap, "Whatever asshole" he sighed as you walked through the door of his guest bedroom.

"Hi my love!" he perked up, "I was just about to get you" he said all soapy as you leaned down to kiss his soft lips. "Hi babe, how was your stream since like forever?" you questioned as you picked up around his cluttered desk. Your whole body covering his sight reaching for crushed up water bottles

"Tiring" he said putting his glasses back on. "Hey, what are you doing? I'll clean that up later babe." He said as he grabbed your waist pushing you down on his lap as your legs were thrown over his lap as they hung from the chair as one of his hands wrapped around your waist as the other was gripping on to your thigh. "Your so pretty you know that right?" he hummed as his voice was husky, not to mention his eyes, and his veiny covered hands leaning closer to your heat. "You think?" you responded in a more tired voice as you were seduced in his tiredness.

"I know so y/n" he said before you crashed your lips into his as his head tilted a little as his tongue seeped into your mouth tasting every bit of you. Your hands wrapped around his neck as his lips were soon to travel down your chin every so slowly to your neck, looking for any of your sweet spots. The tension grew as you began to feel hotter than before. You couldn't help but have a little noise come from the back of your throat. His hands began to travel to your shirt, his hand looking to cup your boobs. "so, gorgeous. Y/n." He said in between breaths kissing your lips again. He felt his pants grow the more you moved ever so slightly on top of him.

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Martin looked back up at the borrowed PC you had let him borrow for the stream as he closed the Discord tab. He couldn't help but notice the fact Hamzah had still been streaming.

His eyes widened because of what he saw.

"Fuck! Hamzah!" He yelled as he noticed there almost being more than 12,000 people still watching the stream.

No Response.

"Dude!" Martin yelled out once again as he shot up from his chair running across the small house shoo 'ing away the cats from following him. He swung the door open from your office as he ran to the room. He panicked opening the door.

"fuck my love, I'm so fucking har-"

"HAMZAH!" Martin yelled as he busted right into the room as you grabbed Hamzah's wrist from being on your stomach pushing them off you. "YOUR STILL STREAMING!" Martin yelled pointing to the computer as You and Hamzah turned to look at the computer noticing the red blinking dot on one of the tabs of his computer.

"Shit!" He cussed as you got up from his lap. You had still not been shown to their fans, your heart dropped to your feet as you realized this was gonna be your first impression of yourself to them. Better yet, there was no possible way of erasing this at all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, well sorry guys...Thanks' for watching." His mouse was clicked on the 'END STREAM' button as Martin's hand flew over his mouth. "Dude..." Hamzah rubbed his face in embarrassment. "Fuck guys I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to cause that..." you apologized, "No it's not your fault girl, it's Hamzah's!" Martin said speechless, "I just hope they couldn't hear that last sentence.." Hamzah said lowly. As you all three ended up laughing about it.

Now, You were featured in a video of them having a sleepover the next day introducing yourself properly.

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THANK YOU FOR REQUESESTINGGG <3 super short, hope you enjoy tho 😔

[motorsportbarbie13]

Post It - Part 5 - LN4

when lando stumbles upon a random tiktok of a pretty american influencer, he can't stop himself from sliding into her DMs. what happens next is more than both of them ever bargained for.

warnings/notes: a bit steamy with this one (literally and figuratively hahaha) but not explicit smut. As per usual, special shoutout to the best beta reader on the planet who puts up with my shit @lestapiastrisgirl ❤️❤️❤️ pairing: lando norris x influencer!reader word count: 3k

- Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 -Master List

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Your first full day in Japan is spent at the Arashiyama bamboo forest, an hour’s train ride away from your hotel in Osaka. According to all of the research you did on the flight over, the best time to see the forest was sunrise, much to Lando’s dismay. While you were also a night owl like he was, Lando was apparently violently against getting up at such an early hour. It had taken you several attempts at 6 in the morning to get him up and out of bed, but eventually you had won. 

Nearly twelve hours later, you and Lando tumble back through the doors of your hotel suite, utterly exhausted. The suite itself is huge with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, a luxurious living room with widescreen tv and spacious veranda that looked out onto the city center. Lando had asked if you had wanted your own room, telling you that he wanted you to be comfortable and offered to pay for 2 singles instead. 

You had considered the offer for about ten seconds before deciding that the current arrangement would work. Nothing in your gut was telling you that you wanted anything other than what had already been planned. The idea of having Lando sleeping so closely to you sent a delicious shiver up your spine even now. 

Last night, about an hour after you had said goodnight and closed your door, ready for bed (alone), Lando had sent you a TikTok you could hear him laughing at through the shared wall. One text led to another and soon you were slipping beneath the sheets of Lando’s bed before switching on a movie. Nothing more had happened that night, except for you falling asleep cradled in Lando’s arms and Lando waking up in the middle of the night with you still wrapped around him. 

That had been the real reason he hadn’t wanted to get up this morning, he was too content with where you were at. 

But as he followed you through the door after walking what felt like seventy miles that day, he was glad that the had gone. The two of you had bonded on a deeper level, much deeper than Lando had ever thought possible. The connection between you two had sparked that night in February when he had slid into your DM’s but now? Now the connection was a wildfire. 

Lando watches as you drop your bag and flop down onto the couch. The entire time you’d been together today it was like the rest of the world had ceased to exist. He couldn’t remember a time where he had laughed so hard and lost track of time like he had today. He felt so stupid for nearly blowing this back in February but as he joined you on the couch, instantly tugging you closer so he could touch you again, he was relieved the universe had decided to give him a second chance. It was wild to him, how well you two were getting on still. He wasn’t usually someone  who could spend this much uninterrupted time with another person, he normally craved his alone time but with you? It was like he had told Max the night before over text, with you, it was different. 

And Lando knew from the outside looking in, this was moving so fast. No one knew that you had spend hours upon hours just talking, often falling asleep together on FaceTime, back in February. Not that it really mattered to him. If there was one lesson he had taken away from the 2024 season it was that he had to work on giving less of a fuck of what other people said and paying more attention to what those around him that mattered were saying. 

And you mattered to him. 

“I think we walked a million miles today.” You groan, kicking off your shoes before flexing your toes, the ache in the bottom of your instep creeping up your leg. Your calves were on fire from how many hills you had walked up and down in that forest today. The shots you and Lando had gotten had been 100% worth it though. You couldn’t wait to crack open your laptop later tonight and start editing for Pretty Little Lens. Posting them would have to wait, though. You never ever posted onto PLL before you left a location since your real account almost always detailed where you were and what you were doing and you didn’t want to run the risk of anyone connecting you to the account. You often mixed up locations too, posting places out of order or well after you’d left a location. PLL was how you made your money but you didn’t ever want to be the public face the account.

Lando reaches forward to pull your feet into his lap before pressing the pads of his thumbs deep into the arch of your foot. 

“Oh my God.” You groan, head tipping back to rest on the back of the couch. 

Lando chuckles softly before starting to work at the muscles of your feet with deeper strokes. You’re quiet while he massages the ache out of your feet, only making slight whimpering sounds every once in a while. Lando shifts in his seat at the sounds you’re making, hoping how hard he’s getting isn’t as obvious as he thinks it is. He can’t help it though, the sounds you’re making are downright erotic and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were teasing him on purpose. 

Which of course, you were. 

Several minutes pass in silence as Lando continues to work at your feed and up your calves before his phone starts to buzz in his pocket. With one hand still on your toes, he reaches for his phone. You crack an eye open to watch as he unlocks his phone and huffs a sigh. 

“Fuck. I forgot a I have a team call in 5 minutes.” He looks up at you, apologies flickering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, this is a post race thing that we do every week and I can’t miss it. It shouldn’t take long though, we’ll be fine for dinner.” 

You grin before swinging your feet out of his lap and onto the floor. “It’s okay.” You lean over before brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “I need to take a shower before dinner anyway.” 

Lando turns his head before catching your lips with his, pressing his mouth to yours before you can get away. You hum in surprise, caught off guard by the intensity of his kiss. You’re the one to deepen the kiss though, licking your way into his mouth when he doesn’t pull away quick enough. The temptation to climb into his lap is overwhelming but the buzzing of his phone pulls you back down to earth. Tipping your forehead against his, you grin. “I’ll stop distracting you now.” 

“I don’t know,” Lando chuckles as he watches you stand, “The thought of you in the shower without me is more distracting than that kiss.” 

Laughing, you shake your head before rounding the couch to head towards your bedroom. Dragging your fingers across his shoulders as you walk behind the couch, you enjoy the way Lando visibly shudders under your touch. 

Lando watches over his shoulder as you walk down the hallway before he turns back to his phone to dial into the call. It was a routine call that Zak and Andrea held after every race weekend to debrief what went wrong and what they were going to be working on ahead of the next race. They were boring but necessary, especially since things got missed during the hustle and bustle of race weekends. 

Lando listens in as Andrea and a few engineers run through the data from the race, discussing tire wear, the strategy that had worked and what they needed to work on for Japan, and the frustrating near-miss podium finish. As he listens and interjects bits of observations himself, he finds himself distracted. His gaze keeps drifting toward the hallway you’d disappeared down. The scent of your shampoo, a mix of citrus and something with a delicate floral scent, lingers in the air, completely distracting him. 

He found himself rushing through his recap of the race when it was his turn to speak, eager to wrap things up. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call wraps up and Lando was free to sign off. After a quick goodbye to the team, he sighs in relief, and tosses his phone onto the couch, the screen going dark.

 Lando’s surprised to hear the shower still running but as he passes the room you had claimed yesterday, he found it totally empty. Confused, he spots the white skirt you’d been wearing that day discarded in a heap outside the door to his bedroom. Lando’s heart beat picks up as he follows the trail you had apparently left him. At the foot of his bed was the top you had worn that day, discarded along with a very thin, very skimpy, white and pink lace bra. 

He nearly loses it when he sees the matching thong waiting for him at the doorway of the bathroom. 

Sultry music floats out from your phone that’s propped up on the bathroom sink. The room was humid and fragrant, air heavy with the scent of your shampoo and body wash. Steam wraps itself around Lando as he takes a few cautious steps into the tiled bathroom. It was a large en suite deal, with his and hers sinks, a huge soaking tub, and a large glass enclosed shower tiled with black marble. 

The rhythmic sound of the water mixed with the sultry music created an intoxicating atmosphere that has his heart pounding against his ribs. Lando’s breath catches when he finally spots you, your silhouette a hazy outline through the steam that clings to the glass of the shower door. He could make out the curve of your hip, the delicate line of your spine, the way the water cascaded down your body, rivulets of water doing their best win the race down your body. 

He’d never been more jealous of water in his entire life. 

Lando hesitates, leaning against the cool tile of the wall opposite the shower, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He decides to stay put, enjoying the view and the way his stomach was churning delightfully with anticipation. 

“Are you lost, baby?” Lando teases, pitching his voice loud enough so you can hear him above the soft music and thrumming water. 

You finally turn your head towards him, smirk on your lips, and Lando nearly sinks to his knees then and there. “I figured I’d try out your shower.” You rasp, voice husky with need. “Turns out, the acoustics are much better in here than in my shower.” 

It takes every ounce of control that he’s honed over his racing career to keep from stripping off his clothes right then and there when his gaze catches the swell of your breast as you turn towards him. “The acousitcs are pretty good in here, aren’t they?” He agrees, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you pick up the loofa that had been hanging from a hook inside the shower. “The view’s not half bad either.” 

“It’s too bad your call took so long, you missed the warm up. ” You say, voice light and teasing as you squeeze the body wash bottle before lathering the loofah up. 

Lando groans as you start in on your arms, lathering them up with he bubbles. You don’t look up but you can feel his eyes on you, a gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine and goosebumps erupting all over your skin. 

“It that so?” He chuckles, moving to sit at the edge of the soaking tub that is on the opposite side of the shower. From here he can still see everything you’re doing to torture him but he can sit and enjoy the show. “Well, I’m here now. I’m sure I can catch up.” 

The rasp in his voice has heat building in the pit of your belly, sparks of electricity traveling straight to that spot between your legs that is aching for Lando’s touch. You drag the loofah up your arms, up towards your neck before stretching out to show off the delicate line of your throat. “Or maybe,” You suggest, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper as you finally lift your eyes to his. “You should just watch.” 

Lando watches, captivated, as your hands move, slow and deliberate, a silent suggestion at what could happen later tonight that sends a shiver down his spine. He could almost feel the the warmth of the water on his own skin, the scent of the body wash filling his senses. 

“I’m never taking a work call while you’re around ever again.” He laughs, his gaze lingering on the curve of your ass as you turn around to wash the bubbles off in the scalding spray or the shower head. He watches as you continue washing, the drag of your hands over your body driving him absolutely mad. As he watched he imagined it was him running his hands up and down your slick body. He was torn between keeping his gaze on you to watch you drag your fingers down the line of your body or close his eyes and pretend it was him doing the touching. 

All you do is smirk in response, enjoying the way Lando’s eyes have gone hazy with desire as he watches you. Your fingers trail down your torso, coasting over your ribcage and down towards the curve of your hip. You’d never been quite this bold before but something about how today had gone, how you’d been so comfortable all day in his presence had you so needy for him in a more physical way tonight. 

Lando chokes on a strangled moan when your fingers continue down your body, teasing their way down towards the apex of your thighs. He wants nothing more than for your hands to be his, to be touching you the way you’re touching yourself but he’s also beyond satisfied watching the show taking place in front of him. You don’t break eye contact when your fingers dip in-between your things for the first time, swirling them around your already sensitive clit. 

You can see the barely restrained control threatening to break from behind Lando’s eyes as you tilt your head back, biting on your bottom lip, while you continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger deeper inside you. 

“Fuck.” Lando whispers, shifting as his own hand drifts unconsciously towards his cock that is achingly hard. “You know,” He manages to rasp out as a gasp tumbles from your lips when you slip a second finger between your slick folds. “I’m starting to think this shower is less about getting clean and more about torturing me.” 

You chuckle, eyes darting from where you’d been watching him palm at his cock back up to his stormy expression. “Torture?” You ask. “Is that what you’d call this? I thought I was just giving you a nice little show.” The innocence in your tone betrays the fact that you’re minutes away from giving yourself a delightful orgasm right in front of Lando. 

He watches as you continue to work your fingers between your legs, the way your head is thrown back driving him insane. “Torture is exactly what I would call watching you touch yourself like that when I can’t do a damn thing about it.” 

“Well maybe next time you should wrap up your work call quicker.” You sass back before dragging your fingers back up your body. “But you’re going to have to wait,” You reach for the shower faucet before turning off the water. The quiet that settles over the room hangs heavy between you. 

Stepping out of the shower, you reach for the towel that Lando holds up for you, the soft fabric clinging to your wet skin. You murmur a quiet thank you before reaching for another towel to dry your dripping hair. When you look over at him again, a shimmer of pleasure flutters over your skin. The way he’s looking at you, his eyes dark and intense, is something that you could see yourself getting addicting too. 

And that feels dangerous. 

Lando groans in response before leaning back against the cool tile, arms crossed over his chest and frown on his face. 

“Impatient, are we?” You tease, a playful glint in your eyes. 

He pushes himself off the wall, his movements confident and deliberate. “Extremely.” He murmurs, his voice husky. He closes the distance between you then, his eyes never leaving yours. 

He reaches out, his fingers tracing your jaw. “You know,” Lando whispers, he breath warm against your lips. “I’ve been thinking of getting you back here so I could have you all to myself all day long.” 

He brings his lips to yours, a tender kiss that quickly deepens into something darker, more intense. His tongue traces the seam of your mouth, silently requesting access. You open for him obediently, sighing against him as he begins the familiar exploration that you find yourself becoming addicted to. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer so you can deepen the kiss this time. The world around you fades away, leaving one the feeling of his lips on yours, the taste of him, the intoxicating scent of his cologne filling your senses as you lose yourself in the way Lando touches you. 

He pulls back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your own chest heaves as you watch the way he watches you. “Fuck.” He whispers, his hands fisting at the white towel still tied around your body. “You have no idea how hard it was to stay out here just now.” 

A shimmer of electricity zaps up your spine at the intensity of his gaze. “Now,” He murmurs, tone still husky. “Let’s get you ready for dinner. I’m starving.” He gives you a playful wink before turning towards the door. “But,” He adds before walking away, his voice trailing off behind him. “I’m going to be honest, I think I’m even hungrier for my dessert afterwards.” 

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hey y’all ❤️ sad news, i had an appointment with my ortho specialist today, and unfortunately im going to remain in my immobilizer for at least 6 weeks, im not supposed to be doing any computer typing/positioning or lifting of more than a pound when I do take it off during the next few weeks (for working it out, showering etc..), so once I get through my drafts, which are mostly just blurbs ill be on a small hiatus. my fingers are essentially stuck and we have to unstuck them during the next month or more, if that makes sense (there’s a video on my page with an explanation of exactly what happened for those that are curious).

You’ve seen the TikTok trend—girlfriends dressing in their skimpiest, barely-there outfits before “going out with the girls” just to see how their boyfriends react.

Naturally, you have to try it on your man.

…And, uh, you might not have fully thought through the consequences…but then again, do you ever?

Captain Price – "lookin’ like a wet dream..."

You take your time getting ready—black lace top barely covering your chest, a miniskirt so short it might as well not exist, and heels that add just enough height to make your legs look miles long.

When you finally step into the living room, Price is sitting on the couch, one arm draped over the back, lazily sipping his whiskey. He glances up—

And freezes.

His glass halts mid-air. His entire body goes rigid.

"Sweetheart." His voice is slow, measured, dangerously calm.

You smile sweetly. "Yes?"

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going dressed like that?"

"Girls’ night!" You twirl, the hem of your skirt lifting dangerously. "Do you like my outfit?"

Price slowly sets his glass down. "Come here."

You take a step closer, biting back a grin.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes dragging down your body, taking in every scandalous inch of exposed skin.

Then, firmly: "You’re not leaving this house."

You blink. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." He straightens, his entire presence shifting into something dominant, possessive. "You think I’m lettin’ you walk out that door lookin’ like a fuckin’ wet dream?"

"John—"

"No."

"It’s just—"

"No, sweetheart." His voice drops, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you into his lap before you can react. "You’re staying’ right here."

You shiver. "s’just playin’, baby."

"Mm-hmm." He kisses your throat, your jaw, the corner of your lips. "Good. Now go change, or you’re stayin’ in for a different kind of night."

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "crime against my sanity.."

Gaz is waiting by the door, checking his phone when you step into the hallway.

"Alright, babe, I—" He glances up.

And his brain short-circuits.

"…The fuck are you wearin’?"

You bat your lashes. "My outfit!"

"That’s not an outfit, baby, that’s a crime against my fuckin’ sanity—"

He stands up so fast, his phone nearly slipping from his fingers as he scans you—slowly, thoroughly.

"Ohhh, no, no, no." He shakes his head, gripping your waist before you can slip past him. "You’re not leaving the house like that."

"Why not?" You blink innocently. "It’s just clothes."

"Baby, if you walk out like this, I’m gonna end up in prison," he mutters, hands tightening against your hips. "What the fuck is this little… little… scrap of fabric you call a top?"

You giggle. "You don’t like it?"

"Oh, I like it, alright," he groans, dragging a hand down his face, "which is exactly the fuckin’ problem..”

"Kyle, it was a prank!" You can’t hold back your laughter anymore. "I wanted to see how you’d react!"

Gaz scoffs, then grins—sharp, dangerous. "Oh, babe. You’re in for it now."

You yelp as he scoops you up, carrying you back to the bedroom. "No, no, wait—"

"Nah, sweetheart. You wanna tease me? Let’s see how long you last before you start beggin’."

(Whoops. You played yourself.)

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "You’re Fucking Joking."

Ghost is in the kitchen when you walk in, pouring himself a cup of coffee, ready to go over the safety rules for the night, including demonstrating that you know how to properly (and safely) use your safety security keychain (it has a taser!), something he kept sharp and properly charged/filled for you.

"Alright, love, you ready to—" He turns.

His mug nearly slips from his fingers.

His grip tightens around the handle, eyes dragging slowly, dangerously down your body.

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Fucking silence.

"What?" You feign innocence. "You don’t like it?" It was a dress in a satin, rosie pink with black lace around the breasts, which had your tits generously on display with how low it was cut, it fell to just below your ass, leaving hardly anything to the imagination. It may or may not have been part of your massive lingerie collection, a piece he hadn’t seen yet..

Ghost stares. "You’re fucking joking."*

"Nope!" You adjust the straps that are holding your scrap of fabric on your body. "I’m going out! See you later, baby!"

Before you can take one step, a hand wraps around your wrist—firm, unyielding.

Ghost tugs, pulling you flush against his chest.

"Love." His voice drops, low, gravelly. "You step outside in that, and I will have to kill someone tonight." Only because he would never blatantly tell you to change, and would instead follow you in the shadows, ensuring creeps kept to themselves..

Your breath hitches. "…It was a prank."

His fingers tighten around your waist. "Was it?"

"Mmhmm." You swallow hard. "Didn’t think you’d react this badly—"

Ghost chuckles darkly. "Oh, sweetheart." His lips ghost over your jaw. "You wanted a reaction. Now you’ve got one."

(You have never feared for your ass cheeks more in than in this moment, knowing you won’t be sitting properly tomorrow..or for the next few days probably)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "a bra with attitude!"

Soap whistles as he buttons up his jacket, turning toward you. "A’right, love, ye ready to—"

He stops dead in his tracks.

His jaw drops.

"The fuck is that?"

"My outfit!" You spin, the tiny fabric lifting way too much. "Cute, right?"

"Cute? BABE, IT'S A FUCKIN’ BRA WITH ATTITUDE!"

You bite your lip. "So you do like it!"

"Lass," he grabs your waist, "I’m seconds from cancelling your plans.”

"Why?"

"BECAUSE I AM NOT LETTIN’ YOU GO OUT THERE LOOKIN’ LIKE A FUCKIN’ SIN!"

You giggle. "But, Johnny, it’s just an outfit—" You drag out his name, whining it just the way he likes, and for a moment you think it might work, you see his eyes squeeze close, his head shake and his fists tighten, that tick in his jaw gets to going too..

"NO, LASS, THAT WAS A FUCKIN’ TRAP!" His hands grip your thighs, pinning you against the wall. "Ye knew what ye were doin’, minx. Now ye gotta deal with the consequences."

Your breath catches. "Johnny, wait, it was a prank—"

"Not anymore, it ain’t, love."

(You. Played. Yourself.)

Moral of the Story:

You thought it’d be funny.

Instead?

You’re not making it to girls night.

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Headcannons: reader being excited about books

Warnings: mostly fluff, a bit of spicy books mentioned and his reaction. A spicy text. No further. Suggestive afterwards, but no other stuff.

Dick Grayson

•Just calmly shopping with you, your arms hooked when you saw a book you really wanted. He's never seen you so excited when you started pointing and giggling about it. Rambling on. That's how he found out you LOVED books, and how could he refuse? Anything for his girl.

•After that you read everyday when you could or random in the night. When you randomly jumped up with a "YES" at 3am he woke up groggy. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He frowned but eased up when he saw the book. You explained the enemies just kissed and confessed. Weird but he took it, he made you agreed tho to sleep at night.

•When he found out about your booklist and the Goodreads app, he downloaded it secretly on his phone with your account and looked at your wishlist. Anything added he bought. The next day after you added another book and he had to leave for work, you'd always find your book you wanted with a little note. "Here's your book, baby. Enjoy and tell me everything about it afterwords❣︎ PS: chocolate waffles are in the fridge"

•Spicy books: by accident looked in one of your spicy books, will be shocked cause what happened to his innocent lover?! When he found out about your 'bookboyfriends' he got slightly jealous. Tall and tattooed men with wings and fearies? Yeah he's better then that! So when you're at work he'll literally send a pic of him out the shower with abs exposed. "Let's recreate those scenes after you get back, Little Wing xoxo"

(He kept his word)

•EXTRA: the trend booktok lean thing

When you ask him to do that, he raises his eyebrow. He was just relaxing on the couch when you came up to to him. "Dickiee...can you do this?" You explain it quickly and he gets it. He's seen the trend. Soon your against the doorframe and he's leaning over you, a plus point to the fact he's wearing a loose sweater and the smirk he's wearing. "Like this?" His arms traps your head and you get so flustered you sack in. Adorable. He soon carries you to bed to cuddle you. All his.

Jason Todd

•He found out you loved books when he saw you randomly reading Pride and Prejudice, his favorite book. God, could you be more perfect? Eventually he asked to go join a book club, he's getting more into socialising and the book club is nice, a few older men and women are there and a few twenties.

•This man will use poetry to flirt with you. He hates the usual stuff today. Yeah he'll say you're sexy and stuff but not often. He'll usually say randomly at any time a quote from a book, poetry or a romantic novel. Even a text at a random hour when hes on patrol. "Hey princess, I know I haven't seen you today since we're both so busy, but Im jealous of all the people who could see you shine today" it cheesy and only you can see that side. If his brothers saw he'd be mortified.

•Hell also read the books you read, any genre, even if he dislikes it. He wants to know what you like and dislike so he can buy sometimes a book for you or bookmarks, markers, merch. Etc. Anything to see you smile and giggle when you see what he got. 'Jay you didn't have too!" You say when you see the little necklace from a book you read. He smiles. "I know, but I wanted too."

•Spicy: expected it. Under all that innocent lovely deamonar of yours knew he was a slightly dirtier side. Maybe you were ashamed to show it to him, but he'll read it calmly. Most things he frowns at because, what the actual f*CK that some men in those books treat their women. When you ask him to recreate it, he'll refuse, but will recreate some scenes he agrees too, on terms your both comfortable with.

•Booktok trend.

Was in the middle of working out shirtless when you came in with a book and poked his cheek. "Jayyy...can you do this?" He looked up first in confusion, but soon he understood what you wanted. He knows you love his muscles and how tall he is (makes him feel less insecure about his scars because you actually found it pretty.) He quickly towers over you, muscles flexing in his arms as he gazes down at you. "This what you wanted, princess?" He lifts your chin while leaning with one hand next to your head. You gave a small nod as you feel your heart racing. "Good, I'll do it more often." When you try to look away his eyes narrow and presses a kiss against your lips and throws you soon GENTLY over his shoulder. (There followed more after)

Tim Drake

•Loves that you're as much as a nerd as he is, just in another aspect. He reads a lot, just not really the romantic novels like you do. He doesn't get the essantiel of it, but he'll read it. He raises an eyebrow at what you think is romantic. Like getting roses or necklaces or other stuff. Will do research what the most popular authors there were from your fav genre and will buy them all even before they stand on your booklist.

•The thing you two did is teach each other about the stuff you loved, while he loved programming and learned it to you and any more stuff (which you barely understood) he appreciated you trying and showing interest. You always talked about the excitement in thrilling books or romantic scenes. He loved to recreate those romantic ones, your favourite flower with a random note. Or a small gift in the week. When you ask what's that for? Hell just answer: "just wanted to show you I appreciate you and that I love my girl" yes. Your heard that right. *His* girl. Unexpect, but pleasant.

•booktok doorframe lean

Doesn't understand the thrilling thing about it. Isn't it intimidating? But eventually he notices you're...into that? Strangely enough. Eventually he gives in (cause he can't say no to you, have you looked at your face? You look like an angel). With that shirt and that tie, so professional, he carefully leans in, his fingers in your hair and his hand holding yours. You melt.

Damian Wayne

•Doesnt understand the thing about romantic novels until he met you. He listens more but pays attention to everything. A new book to your wishlist? Will buy everything: merch, limited editions, special editions, bookmarks. Book broken? Just a tiny tear in it? New book. A book from a serie? Buys the whole serie.

•When you ask him to read a romantic novel you liked he first refused but in secret he read them all already. Alfred knew but kept quiet. Will randomly say something unexpected with made you grin like a child. "I liked chapter 34 better." He says when you say your favorite chapter. God. Your smile made his heart race.

•Will attend balls and events from books and stuff. If authors are there he'll be sure to get the book signed for you (doesn't mention he threatened them slightly, you'd never let him live it down).

•Spicy: will read it anywhere without shame. When he felt a judge look, he'd be ready to punch the man. "These are my woman's books. You got something to say about her taste?" Will recreate them afterwards with you without you even asking.

•booktok doorframe

When you asked it, he didn't even need to be explained by you what you meant. He soon carefully shoved you up to the wall and leaned against it. He was wearing a tight sleeveless shirt and you could see his muscles perfectly. You swooned for him, but he more for you. His hand on your hip and his other pinning your hand to the wall. "Like this, darling?"

[mixingandmelting]

Hey! So kinda new here but I LOVED your take on how they would react to their s/o thinking Damian's adorable. Everytime he comes up I get in full protective older sister mode and it is so hard to find fics like that (kinda thinking about writing it myself). But I would really love to see how do you think it would be for Damian to meet his brothers' partners and actually get along with them.

All his life he's been mostly surrounded by terribly traumatized people who seem to be allergic to express their feelings (most of the times at least), it's always been hard for him to actually be a kid. So I think that maybe meeting a person he can trust, is kind of mentally stable and just fun to talk to would actually allow him to let his guard down a bit. Not saying he would act fully like a child bc you know ✨️trauma✨️ but idk I guess it would be interesting to see him feeling safe and not needing to prove himself or put on the whole "I'm not a kid" act

Anyway, english is not my first language so I do apologize if that paragraph is just a big mess and hopefully you could actually understand my rambling, sorry about that too.

A/N: treating it as a prequel to the aforementioned post here!

w/ Dick:

He heard about you. From Oracle, Steph, Tim, even Jon. Yet despite what they told him, he held no expectations for you. Just with Starfire, he saw you as temporary, a flame soon to be put out like his brother’s other exes. 

And he made sure to let you, meeting you for the first time in the Manor when the two of you coincidentally are left alone to chill in the living room on your day visiting the place. 

“I hope you realize you’re not Richard’s first nor will you be his last.” The teen states. His eyes never leave the page he’s currently on regarding the etiology of cows as he sits on the couch across from you. 

“And?” 

…And? 

He continues to insult you, questioning if you were truly unable to comprehend what he’s trying to get at only to suddenly find himself debating with you about what Batcow’s breed could possibly be. 

“You can’t rule out all dairy cattle when certain breeds are also brought to the slaughter house.” 

“That’s true but considering her size, she would be leaning towards beef cattle. Also there are certain breeds that have the red and white coat like hers.” 

How it happens, he doesn’t know. Especially when his goal was to exert his superiority, doing everything he can to get under your skin to show he’s above you. But you don’t bat an eyelash to anything he says. Rather, you’re wanting to know more about him, responding to him how you would respond to anyone else who is similar age as you. 

And it seems like he isn’t the only one to have realized how quickly he’s gotten comfortable with you once you got dragged out for a “girls talk” by the girls. Whatever that is. 

“I thought you didn’t want to get along?” Dick asks, entering the room and plopping himself right next to the youngest Bat. 

“More like your s/o is either non-human or can manipulate the mind.” Damian scowls and swats at the offending hand that attempts to ruffle his hair. 

But even without the knowing smirk the eldest shoots at him, he knows that isn’t the case. 

So when you promise you’d bake sweets whenever the two of you meet, he takes you up for it. Now he uses it to his advantage to annoy his older sibling whenever he comes over to visit, enjoying how the eldest son of the family miserably sulks for having your attention taken away from him. 

w/ Jason:

It’s either you’re a saint or lacking a brain. That’s what he assumes when the eldest of the family yells to everyone in the Batcave that their second oldest brother, the trouble-maker and black sheep of the family, had finally found himself a significant other.

He most definitely didn’t expect you to be… collected and reserved when he casually breaks into Todd’s unit to demand for assistance (it’s not him needing help), only for his eyes to meet wide and surprise yours. 

“Who are you?”

“Uh, I should be the one to say that to you.  Not the other way around buddy.”

Shots are fired, both sides fully suspicious of each other with him trying to exert dominance while you manage to counter and land hits of your own in the battle of words. And to the bitter end, he will never admit how he’s thrown off guard and has his pride extremely hurt at the very start, your eyes’ glint and your voice vocalizing recognition as whom, what Todd apparently refers to him as, “the pain in the ass” before he was able to realize you’re the s/o Richard had been talking about (the argument he gives later on after gloating to family how he was the first to actually to meet you was how he didn’t think Todd would be dating someone normal considering all his history with others and hook-ups). 

As it should be known when putting two stubborn people in the same room, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why he sits down at the table and drinks the cup of tea you place in front of him. The one that you made in the midst of the verbal argument which “only” you refuse to back down despite there already being a winner. Not because you give him snacks and you’re decent with steeping tea with loose leaf tea. 

The argument shifts to gossiping, and soon, Jason arrives while the two of you spill the tea with each other regarding the latest Batfamily’s love-drama. 

“Oh, you’re back!” 

The way Damian nearly does a double take at the sight of the man genuinely smiling with joy, captivation, and enamor though it only lasts for a second at him noticing who else was sitting at the table with you. He’s glad to say the least he’s able to find someone he could gossip about his family’s dilemma with romance while gleefully able to get at the man for all the times his buttons were pushed. 

w/ Tim:

Trust Drake to keep you hidden for this long, successfully in completely masking your presence from the whole family. He didn’t even know you existed, nonetheless Drake having a significant other in general,  leaving him to quite literally not have an opinion on you. 

The only way he finds out is the person in question kissing who he now knows is you purely by accident where the two of you were in the middle of a date and he was subbing in for patrol. He had the biggest grin when witnessing all this as he realized he just got his hand on his nemesis’ biggest weakness (he does make a face at the public display of affection though). And what better way to cement it by finding out more about you. 

As per tradition, the first thing he does is follow you to where you live. Then proceed to break in and wait for you to come home the following week. 

“You’re Drake’s significant other?” 

“What the fuc-fudge, why is there a kid in my apartment?!” 

He gets fed up and presses harder with the interrogation as you won’t stop calling him kid, kiddo, bud, and worst of all: sport. He’ll give it to you how you don’t easily bend to peer-pressure, keeping the playing field even and leveled where you ask him back questions of your own. But he doesn’t fall for your tactics to sidetrack him when offering refreshments and beverages. 

What’s your relation with Timothy Jackson Drake, how long have you known him, where did you meet him. The strange part is how you answer them truthfully. Sure you keep to the barebones, which he would ask a follow up if he deems as “important” but now he’s questioning Drake’s tastes in people, wondering if the latter is into those without awareness. 

“You do realize you’re giving out information to someone you just met, right?” He crosses his arms, an eyebrow raised. It’s not out of concern for the two of you, he’s merely mocking how weak the relationship seems to be. He tilts his head when you suddenly look sheepish, almost bashful. 

“Well…about that…” 

It’s starting then things don’t go as planned. One, you had already known about him as the “demon spawn” who had taken the position of Robin.  And two, the two of you start bonding over knowing your BF’s most humiliating moments.

It gives Damian the greatest satisfaction to see how his sibling’s facial expression falls into horror as he slams the door open only to see him in the middle of writing notes on the one story of how he attempted to skate through the rain to impress you and fail.

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➷ BAD HABITS ft. Sae Itoshi (MDNI)

Synopsis: Sae is your ex. But you somehow always end up back in his bed.

Contains: Sexual Content (MDNI), a little bit of angst.

Warning: NOT proof read (I apologise for any mistakes)

Word Count: 2.8k

You found yourself in Sae's bed again, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out inside of you. God you missed this. You missed him.

Sae is your ex. You had closed that door month ago when he made it very clear he would always put soccer above you. Which you did understand. It was his career, his dream. But what about you? Where did you fit in? Because he surely never made the time or effort to show you that you meant anything to him.

But you never locked that door. And that was a mistake on your part. You were hoping, praying, he would come back and tell you how much he loved you. But instead, you somehow ended up finding yourself entangled in his bed, just like right now. It was a bad habit of yours. One that you loved and hated at the same time.

You were mad at yourself, but you also couldn't imagine letting any other man fuck you. Sae just did it sooo good.

But you were also mad at him. Why did he let this happen? A part of you was hoping that maybe, just maybe, he missed you, too.

You throw your head back as you feel your orgasm coming, you feel Sae's heavy breaths agains your neck, he was about to finish too. Both of you cling onto eachother as you reach your climaxes. Sae drops down beside you, relaxing his breath, your head spinning.

You feel Sae's hand come up and rest on your stomach. You turn your head to look at him and see him already staring at you.

"What?"

That annoying smirk of his appears on his face as he uses his finger to trace little circles on your stomach, sending shivers down your spine.

"Nothing. You're just very beautiful like this."

You roll your eyes at him and turn your head away from him. Because, what the fuck?

"Hey, Y/N?"

You don't look at him. You simply answer with an annoyed "what?" As you sit up from his bed, grabbing your clothes.

He grabs your wrist, stopping you. That's when you finally turn around and look at him again.

"Don't... Don't go just yet..."

Was the Sae Itoshi who doesn't give a fuck about anything literally asking you to not leave just yet? You weren't sure if your mind was playing tricks on you.

"What?" Your words come out quieter than intended.

He lets go of your wrist and sighs, rolling onto his back. God, he was beautiful.

"I've just been thinking, Y/N... We've been broken up for months now."

Yeah, you have been. And yet, here you are, in his room, naked, sitting on his bed.

He turns his head to face you again.

"But yet, we always find ourselves back in each others arms."

Was that a smile you saw on his face? A genuine smile? You gulp, wondering what's coming next, not wanting to let your hopes up.

"I mean... I may just be hoping for too much but... Maybe, you still love me?"

Same props himself up on his elbow, staring into your eyes. You feel so... Bare... Under his stare. Even though you are still naked, you feel like he's staring right into you.

You gulp. "And what would that change?"

"Everything."

Before you know what's going on, Sae grabs your arm and pulls you on top of him. You stare down at him underneath you, your hands on his chest. You feel like you're about to explode.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Is all he says before he pulls your face to his and kisses you with more passion than ever. After a few seconds, he pulls away and stares at you again. "Can you give me another chance? I promise to do better this time..."

Andyou just couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you kissed him. Harder than ever before. The words you've been longing to hear. He finally said it. You felt like you could die right this moment.

Maybe this bad habit of always ending back up in his bed was not such a bad habit after all if it ended like this? You couldn't be more happier.

A/N: pls I love Sae sm I could write fics about his every day, all day 🤧

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Unexpected Halt - CHAPTER 3

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

~paige plays for uconn and azzi plays for stanford~

word count: 6.5k

warning: suggestive

hey yall heres chap 3 ! lemme know what u guys think of this chapter and what else u guys would like to see !!

also a side note i forgot to mention when i first started writing is that i dont write smut 🥴 but would write build ups and all that but yes just wanted to put that out there.

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The past few weeks had been… different.

At first, it had just been the occasional text. A good luck before a game, a did you land okay? after a flight. Normal things. Casual things.

But then the texts got longer. More frequent.

Late-night calls became routine—what started as quick check-ins turned into hours of talking about everything and nothing, voices growing softer as exhaustion crept in, neither one wanting to hang up first.

Paige found herself waiting for Azzi’s name to pop up on her screen, heart jumping just a little every time it did.

Azzi, on the other hand, had completely abandoned the idea of pretending she wasn’t always hoping for Paige’s name to appear in her notifications.

It wasn’t just that they talked. It was how they talked. The way they let each other in, the way they never ran out of things to say. The way silence between them never felt awkward, only comfortable.

And even though they hadn’t seen each other in person since that day, neither of them could deny it—

Something was happening between them.

Something that neither of them had put a name to yet, but neither of them wanted to stop.

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Paige didn’t even bother hiding her grin as she read the message on her phone.

Azzi: sooo technically you never answered my question last night

Paige: hmm? what question?

Azzi: don’t act like you don’t know.

Azzi: do u miss me or not?

Paige bit her lip, pretending to think before typing her response.

Paige: idk tbh… kinda hard to miss someone when u talk to them 24/7

Azzi: paige.

Paige: ok fine maybe just a little

Azzi: just a little? wow.

Paige: ok ok a lot whatever

“Dude. You’re literally the worst at hiding your feelings.”

Paige jumped, locking her phone as KK plopped down beside her on the couch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Paige said, far too quickly.

KK snorted. “Oh, come on. You’ve been texting her all morning.”

Paige sighed, running a hand over her face. “I hate that you’re observant.”

KK smirked. “So. You gonna finally admit you’re down bad or…?”

Paige shot her a glare, but KK just wiggled her eyebrows.

“…Okay. Maybe I miss her.”

KK gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh, growth.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her face never left

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Azzi wasn’t trying to stare at her phone.

But when it lit up with another message, she barely heard a word of what Caroline was saying.

Caroline sighed. “You didn’t hear any of that, did you?”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Caroline just looked at her.

Azzi groaned. “I was listening.”

Caroline tilted her head. “Okay. Then what did I just say?”

Azzi opened her mouth—then shut it when she realized she had no idea.

Caroline smirked. “Exactly.”

Azzi slumped back in her chair. “…Okay, fine. I might’ve been a little distracted.”

Caroline laughed. “Yeah, no kidding. I swear, you and Paige are, like, the sappiest long-distance situationship I’ve ever witnessed.”

Azzi groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Please never say that again.”

Caroline grinned. “Okay, okay. But for real—when are you seeing her again?”

Azzi paused, thumb hovering over her phone.

“…I don’t know,” she admitted.

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “You guys haven’t talked about it?”

Azzi hesitated. “Not really. We kind of just… talk. Every night. About anything and everything.”

Caroline gave her a look. “And yet somehow not about when you’ll see each other next?”

Azzi sighed. “It’s just—” She bit her lip. “I guess I don’t want to rush it.”

Caroline softened. “That makes sense.”

Azzi nodded, glancing at her phone again.

Paige: be honest, how much do u miss me?

Azzi smiled.

Azzi: ...maybe just a little.

Paige: wow crazy i was thinking the same thing

Azzi shook her head, biting back a grin.

Maybe they hadn’t figured out the when yet, but one thing was for sure—

She really couldn’t wait to see her again.

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Azzi hated games like this.

The ones where every mistake clung to her skin, heavy and suffocating. The ones where no matter how hard she tried, it never felt like enough.

She had wanted this win—badly. Maybe that was the worst part. Knowing how much she wanted it and still walking away empty-handed.

The locker room had been quiet. Coach had spoken, but Azzi barely processed the words. Her teammates had tried to lift each other up, but all she could do was sit there, staring at the floor, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

She showered quickly, letting the water scald her skin, as if that could wash away the frustration bubbling under the surface.

By the time she was back in her sweats, hood pulled over her head, she had one goal: make it to her hotel room without talking to anyone.

She kept her head down through the lobby, barely noticing the scattered groups of players from other teams lingering near the elevators. Her chest tightened at the laughter and easy conversations she caught in passing.

That could’ve been us.

Once she finally reached her room, she shut the door behind her, exhaling slowly. The silence settled around her, thick and unmoving.

She kicked off her slides, sat on the edge of the bed, and—for the first time all night—glanced at her phone.

Her stomach twisted.

17 notifications.

All from Paige.

She hesitated before unlocking the screen.

Paige: damn tough game out there.

Paige: hello?

Missed call from Paige

Paige: yo, you good?

Paige: Az?

Missed call from Paige

Paige: game was rough ik but answer me smh

2 Missed calls from Paige

Paige: lowkey stressing me out here

2 Missed calls from Paige

Paige: just let me know ur alive damn

Missed call from Paige

Paige: AZZI.

Missed call from Paige

Paige: istg if you don’t answer in the next 5 min i’m facetiming you

Azzi swallowed. She hadn’t meant to ignore her. She just… hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone.

But Paige wasn’t just anyone.

Before she could overthink it, she opened their chat.

Azzi: sorry.

Azzi: im alive.

Paige: about damn time

Paige: u okay?

Azzi hesitated. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She could brush it off, say she was fine, pretend like this game wasn’t eating her alive.

Instead—

Azzi: not really.

Paige’s reply was instant.

Paige: call me?

Azzi closed her eyes for a second, exhaled, and pressed the button.

Paige picked up after the first ring.

“Hey,” she said, voice softer than before. “There you are.”

Azzi swallowed. “…Yeah.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Paige said. “But I’m here. Just so you know.”

Azzi let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

And finally, finally, she let herself lean into it.

The moment Azzi let herself relax, the exhaustion hit her all at once. She sank back against the headboard, gripping the phone a little tighter.

Paige stayed quiet, giving her time to breathe. The steady sound of her breathing on the other end of the line was grounding, a reminder that she wasn’t alone, no matter how much tonight made her feel like she was.

“I just—” Azzi finally started, then exhaled. “It sucked.”

Paige hummed in understanding. “Yeah.”

Azzi shut her eyes. “I felt off the whole game. Like I was a step behind, no matter what I did.”

“Azzi, you’re one of the hardest-working people I know,” Paige said. “One game isn’t gonna change that.”

Azzi swallowed. The words were comforting, but they didn’t shake the weight in her chest. “I know, but—”

“But it doesn’t feel that way right now,” Paige finished for her.

Azzi exhaled a small laugh, humorless but appreciative. “Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence before Paige spoke again, her voice softer now. “I watched.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped.

Paige had been watching her games for a while now, but something about hearing it out loud made her heart squeeze.

“You did?” she asked, voice quieter than before.

“Of course,” Paige said like it was obvious. “And I saw everything you’re mad at yourself for. The missed shots, the turnovers.” A slight pause. “But I also saw you fight through it. You didn’t quit. You still hit that pull-up late in the fourth, still got that steal when they were pressing. It wasn’t perfect, but you kept going. That’s what matters.”

Azzi’s throat tightened.

She tilted her head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling, letting Paige’s words settle into the spaces self-doubt had tried to fill.

“I just—” Azzi hesitated, then admitted, “I hate feeling like I let everyone down.”

Paige was quiet for a second, then said, “Okay, I’m gonna say something, and I need you to really hear me.”

Azzi let out a small, tired laugh. “That serious, huh?”

“Yes,” Paige said. “Listen to me. You didn’t let anyone down. One game doesn’t define you. You know that.”

Azzi’s fingers curled into the blanket. She did know that. But sometimes, knowing wasn’t enough.

She heard Paige sigh on the other end. “I get it, though,” she admitted. “The whole feeling like you have to be perfect thing.”

Azzi blinked. “You do?”

Paige let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Uh, yeah. You ever met me?”

That pulled an actual laugh from Azzi, small but real. “Fair point.”

“Look,” Paige continued, “I could sit here all night and tell you how amazing you are, but I know that’s not gonna make this feeling go away. So, instead, I’m gonna ask: what do you need right now?”

Azzi hesitated.

What did she need?

She wasn’t sure. The loss still stung, but the tightness in her chest had loosened just a little.

She wasn’t okay yet, but she didn’t feel like she was drowning anymore.

“…Can we just stay on the phone?” Azzi finally asked.

Paige smiled through the line. “Yeah, Az. We can do that.”

Azzi exhaled, finally letting the tension drain from her shoulders.

She curled into her pillow, closing her eyes as Paige started talking about something random—probably trying to distract her.

And as the night stretched on, Azzi let herself get lost in the sound of her voice.

She shifted onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The exhaustion was still there, but sleep wouldn’t come. Not yet.

Paige was still on the other end of the call, her breathing steady, unhurried. It was comforting, the way she stayed—even when Azzi didn’t know what to say, even when she felt like nothing could pull her out of the mess in her own head.

“You still with me?” Paige asked after a beat, voice softer now.

Azzi nodded before realizing Paige couldn’t see her. “Yeah.”

A pause. “Wanna FaceTime?” Paige’s voice was casual, but there was something underneath it—like she wasn’t sure if Azzi would say yes.

Azzi hesitated. The thought of Paige seeing her like this, all quiet and worn down, made her stomach twist. But at the same time, there was a part of her that wanted it.

Wanted to see her.

“…Yeah,” she said finally.

Paige didn’t hesitate. Seconds later, Azzi’s phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. She inhaled once before accepting.

And then there she was.

Paige was lying on her side, her head resting against her arm, hair a little messy from running her hand through it too many times. Her expression softened the second their eyes met through the screen.

“Hey,” Paige murmured.

Azzi swallowed. “Hey.”

Neither of them spoke for a second. The silence wasn’t awkward, just… charged.

Paige’s gaze flickered over Azzi’s face, like she was searching for something. “You okay?”

Azzi let out a quiet breath. “I will be.”

Paige smiled, just a little. “That’s all I need to hear.”

Another beat of silence.

Then Paige shifted, propping herself up on her elbow. “So,” she said, a teasing edge creeping into her tone. “How many edits of me have you watched tonight?”

Azzi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

Paige grinned. “I had to. It’s my favorite thing about you.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Your favorite thing?”

“Yup.” Paige’s expression was entirely too smug. “You, Azzi Fudd, secretly watching thirst edits of me.”

Azzi groaned again, rolling onto her side. “I regret ever telling you that.”

“No you don’t.” Paige’s voice was warm, teasing, but then it softened just slightly. “But seriously… I’m glad you told me. I like knowing the little things about you.”

Azzi felt her heart skip.

Paige’s gaze held hers, the teasing edge fading into something gentler. More sincere.

Azzi swallowed, suddenly feeling too warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

Paige grinned. “And yet, you love talking to me.”

Azzi sighed, rolling onto her back again. “Unfortunately.”

Paige let out a soft laugh. “Wanna know something?”

Azzi turned her head slightly. “What?”

“I was gonna text you tonight even if you hadn’t answered.” Paige exhaled through her nose. “Just… to check in.”

Azzi’s chest tightened.

She didn’t respond right away, just let the warmth of that truth settle in her ribs.

“Paige?” she murmured after a moment.

Paige hummed in question.

“…Thanks for staying up with me.”

Paige’s lips curled into something softer, smaller. “Always.”

Azzi pressed her lips together, glancing away for a second before meeting Paige’s gaze again.

It was quiet for a while after that. Neither of them spoke, but neither of them hung up, either.

And even though Azzi had felt lost just an hour ago, she wasn’t anymore.

Because Paige was still here.

Azzi shifted on her bed, adjusting the angle of her phone as she settled onto her side. Paige was still on the other end of the FaceTime call, lying on her stomach now, chin propped up on her forearm.

The glow from her screen made her eyes look softer, warmer. It was the kind of thing Azzi shouldn’t be noticing—but she did anyway.

Paige was watching her.

She always did.

“You’re staring,” Azzi murmured, voice quieter than she intended.

Paige didn’t even try to deny it. “Maybe.”

Azzi felt her pulse pick up.

The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t empty. It lingered, like something unspoken was sitting between them, waiting to tip over.

Paige was still watching her, her gaze slow and unhurried as it traced over Azzi’s face.

Azzi swallowed. “What?”

Paige’s lips twitched, like she was debating saying something. “You look cute.”

Azzi blinked, caught completely off guard.

“I—” Her brain short-circuited for a second, her fingers tightening around her phone. “Paige.”

Paige grinned at her reaction. “What?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “You’re messing with me.”

“I’m not,” Paige defended, but her voice had that teasing lilt that made Azzi suspect otherwise.

Still.

There was something in her eyes, something that made Azzi’s stomach flip—like maybe she wasn’t just teasing. Like maybe she meant it.

Azzi exhaled through her nose, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. “You’re impossible.”

Paige smirked. “And yet, you keep answering my calls.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she didn’t deny it.

She couldn’t.

Not when Paige was looking at her like that.

Another pause.

Then Paige shifted again, adjusting the phone so she was lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to Azzi.

“I wish I was there,” she murmured.

Azzi’s breath caught.

She didn’t know why that sentence hit different than all the other things Paige had said tonight. Maybe it was the way her voice had dropped slightly, or the way she meant it.

“…Yeah?” Azzi found herself asking.

Paige hummed. “Yeah.”

Azzi’s fingers curled into her sheets.

She wasn’t sure what to say to that.

Because part of her wished the same thing.

She had spent the whole night feeling frustrated, disappointed, like nothing could pull her out of it. And yet here she was, feeling okay just because Paige was on the other side of the screen.

Azzi pressed her lips together, her pulse a little too loud in her ears.

Paige watched her, waiting, like she was giving her the space to say something.

Azzi hesitated—then took a breath.

“…I wish you were, too.”

The shift was slow—so slow it was almost unnoticeable.

But then Paige stretched, arms reaching above her head, hoodie riding up just enough to expose the toned lines of her stomach.

Azzi froze.

Her fingers tightened around her phone as her gaze betrayed her, flickering down for just a second too long before she forced herself to look away.

Paige smirked. She saw that.

“You okay over there?” Paige teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Azzi swallowed hard, shifting against her pillows. “Yeah. Fine.”

Paige hummed, rolling onto her side now, head propped up on her hand. Her hoodie was still askew, still exposing just enough to be distracting.

“You sure?” Paige pressed, lips twitching.

Azzi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. “I hate you.”

Paige chuckled, fingers toying absently with the hem of her hoodie. “No, you don’t.”

Azzi refused to look at her, because if she did, she knew Paige’s gaze would already be locked onto hers, teasing, taunting—daring her to admit exactly what she was thinking.

She should end the call.

She should.

But Paige was still watching her, waiting, her smirk fading into something deeper, something more dangerous.

Azzi’s pulse skipped.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” Paige murmured, her voice lower now.

Azzi wet her lips, hesitating.

She shouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

“…I don’t think you wanna know.”

Paige’s eyes flickered. The challenge was clear.

She shifted again, stretching just slightly, her hoodie inching up even more before she finally let it settle back down.

Azzi clenched her jaw, dragging her gaze away.

Paige definitely noticed. Her smirk deepened.

“Try me.”

Azzi exhaled, closing her eyes for a second. She could still see Paige behind her eyelids, still picture the way she was lying there, teasing, tempting, waiting.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” Azzi muttered.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”

Azzi inhaled sharply. “You know what.”

Paige’s fingers trailed lazily along her exposed skin before she let her hoodie fall back into place.

Azzi felt hot.

Paige’s voice dropped an octave. “…Maybe.”

The word sent something sharp and electric straight down Azzi’s spine.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Paige exhaled, rolling onto her back again, her fingers tapping idly against her stomach. “You should go to bed.”

Azzi almost laughed. “You’re the one keeping me up.”

Paige grinned. “I tend to have that effect.”

Azzi shook her head, but her stomach was still tight, her pulse still racing.

Neither of them hung up.

Neither of them wanted to.

And maybe that was the real problem.

The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was thick—charged, almost dangerous.

Azzi shifted against her pillows, gripping her phone a little tighter. She was trying to focus on anything else, but Paige wasn’t making it easy.

Not when she was lying there like that, fingers still resting against the exposed skin on her stomach, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Like she was waiting for Azzi to break.

Paige sighed dramatically, stretching again, her hoodie riding up even higher this time. The defined lines of her stomach flexed for just a moment before the fabric settled back down.

Azzi swallowed hard.

Paige definitely noticed.

The corner of her lips curled. “Something wrong?”

Azzi’s jaw tensed. “You’re so annoying.”

Paige smirked, rolling onto her side again, head propped up on her palm. “Am I?”

Azzi inhaled sharply, willing herself to look anywhere else. “Yes.”

Paige’s voice dropped just slightly. “Then why haven’t you hung up?”

Azzi’s pulse stuttered.

She couldn’t answer that.

Paige’s smirk deepened, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the hem of her hoodie. “That’s what I thought.”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “You love hearing yourself talk, don’t you?”

Paige hummed, stretching again just for the hell of it. “Not as much as I love getting you flustered.”

Azzi knew she should end the call.

She should.

But her fingers stayed still.

And Paige kept pushing.

“Bet you’re all warm right now,” Paige mused, eyes flickering over Azzi’s face. “All worked up over nothing.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened. “Shut up.”

Paige grinned. “Make me.”

Azzi clenched her jaw.

Paige’s fingers traced absently over her stomach again. “Didn’t think so.”

Azzi inhaled through her nose. “You really need to go to sleep.”

Paige exhaled dramatically. “You really need to stop pretending you don’t like this.”

Azzi froze.

Paige saw it.

Her smirk softened, but her eyes? Darker now.

“…Tell me I’m wrong.”

Azzi couldn’t.

Her throat went dry, her entire body way too hot under the weight of Paige’s stare.

The silence stretched, thick with something neither of them wanted to name.

Then Paige exhaled, softer this time.

“…Once again, I wish I was there.”

Azzi’s fingers curled against her sheets.

She hesitated.

She shouldn’t say it.

She really shouldn’t.

But her voice betrayed her anyway.

“…Same P.”

Azzi wasn’t sure who was breathing harder, her or Paige, but she felt the shift, felt the weight of Paige’s words settling over her skin.

"Once again, I wish I was there."

Her fingers curled into her sheets, her heart thudding in her chest.

She shouldn’t have said it.

She shouldn’t have admitted she wanted Paige there too.

But she had.

And now there was no taking it back.

Paige’s eyes flickered through the screen, searching, waiting, her fingers still resting just under the hem of her hoodie, teasing—taunting.

Azzi swallowed hard.

“You’re quiet,” Paige murmured, her voice lower now, softer, but no less dangerous.

Azzi wet her lips. “So are you.”

Paige smirked, shifting onto her back again, the motion making her hoodie ride up just a little more, exposing another inch of skin.

Azzi felt the heat creep up her neck.

Paige noticed.

“Bet you’d be touching me if I was there,” Paige mused, her voice dripping with amusement.

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

Paige’s smirk deepened. “Wouldn’t you?”

Azzi exhaled, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re so full of yourself.”

Paige only grinned, fingers tracing along her own stomach in slow, lazy patterns. “You didn’t say no.”

Azzi squeezed her eyes shut for a second, her body too warm, her thoughts too loud.

This was dangerous.

Paige was dangerous.

And the worst part?

Azzi liked it.

“Why are you even like this?” Azzi muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Paige chuckled, her smirk softening just slightly. “Only with you.”

Azzi swore she felt that deep in her chest.

Her breath hitched.

Paige saw. The teasing faded—just a little.

Because this wasn’t just a game.

This was something else.

Something more.

Paige inhaled, slow, deliberate. “…Wish I could see you right now.”

Azzi’s fingers twitched against her blanket. “You are seeing me.”

Paige shook her head, her smirk turning into something softer. “Not like that.”

Azzi’s pulse skipped.

Paige didn’t elaborate.

She didn’t have to.

Because Azzi knew.

And suddenly, the space between them—the distance—felt unbearable.

Paige’s fingers were still absently tracing over the hem of her hoodie, her voice dropping just enough to make Azzi’s stomach flip.

“If I was there…” she started, voice slow, deliberate, watching Azzi carefully. “I wouldn’t just be looking at you through a screen.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige noticed.

“I’d be right next to you,” Paige continued, stretching lazily before shifting onto her side again, head propped up on her hand. “Close enough to touch.”

Azzi’s fingers curled even tighter against her blanket.

Paige’s smirk deepened. “Close enough to hear every little breath you take.”

Azzi swore her whole body tensed.

Paige’s voice softened, but the weight of it still pressed down on her. “I’d be able to feel how warm you get when I’m near.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

Paige let the silence stretch, eyes flickering over Azzi’s face like she was committing everything to memory.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“I’d have you right where I want you.”

Azzi inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest.

Paige saw the way her lips parted, saw the way her fingers gripped at her blanket, and God, she loved it.

“What’s wrong?” Paige murmured, feigning innocence. “Cat got your tongue?”

Azzi clenched her jaw. “You’re—”

Paige raised a brow. “I’m what?”

Azzi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. “You know what.”

Paige grinned, shifting again, her hoodie riding up even more. “Say it.”

Azzi glared.

Paige’s voice dropped even lower. “Or do I have to come there and make you?”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

And Paige?

Paige was thriving.

“Bet you’d let me,” Paige mused, dragging a lazy finger along her exposed stomach. “Bet you’d want me to.”

Azzi squeezed her eyes shut for a second, way too aware of how warm her face felt, how warm her whole body felt.

Paige chuckled. “You’re not saying no.”

Azzi’s voice barely worked. “Paige.”

Paige smirked, loving the way her name sounded like that—desperate, pleading, like Azzi was barely holding it together.

“Yeah, baby?” she whispered.

Azzi’s breath caught.

And Paige knew she had her.

Azzi’s pulse was pounding, but if Paige thought she could keep all the control, she had another thing coming.

Azzi inhaled slowly, steadying herself before tilting her head, her eyes trailing down Paige’s sprawled-out frame. The hoodie bunched up, teasing a strip of toned stomach. The way she lounged there, completely unbothered, so damn confident.

Fine. Two could play this game.

Azzi let her voice drop, smooth and sultry. Intentional. “You talk a lot, Bueckers.” Her fingers skimmed along the thin strap of her tank top, dragging slowly. “But I don’t think you could actually handle me.”

Paige froze.

For the first time since this whole thing started, Azzi saw her fluster. It was subtle—the slight hitch in her breath, the way her fingers twitched against her stomach.

Azzi smirked. “What’s wrong?” She leaned in slightly, letting the strap slip just a little off her shoulder. “Cat got your tongue?”

Paige’s jaw clenched, her pupils blown.

Then she exhaled, slow and measured. “Azzi.”

It wasn’t a plea.

It was a warning.

Azzi only smiled, eyes dark. “Yes, baby?”

Paige swore. Low. Under her breath.

Then she moved, shifting up onto her elbow, hoodie slipping back down like she was finally regaining control.

Azzi wasn’t done.

She dragged a finger absently over her collarbone, tracing patterns along her skin, watching as Paige’s eyes followed the movement—hungry, locked in. “What’s the matter?” she mused, voice dripping with amusement. “Didn’t think I had it in me?”

Paige let out a quiet laugh, but it was strained, the sound tight.

Azzi loved it.

“You,” Paige exhaled, shaking her head. “Are so damn dangerous.”

Azzi licked her lips, leaning back. “You like it.”

Paige dragged a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “I should not be watching you do that right now.”

Azzi arched a brow, her smirk widening. “Oh? And what should you be doing, then?”

Paige’s eyes flickered over her face, her lips, lower.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“Getting on a flight to come see you.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige saw it.

And just like that, the heat between them boiled over.

Azzi leaned back against her pillows, letting the strap of her tank top slide further down her shoulder, the fabric barely hanging on. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her fingers played with the hem, teasing, dragging it up just slightly, revealing more of her toned stomach before letting it fall again. Paige’s eyes followed every movement, dark and hungry.

Azzi smirked. Easy.

“You’re quiet, Bueckers.” Her voice was smooth, slow—intentional. She let her fingers trail over her collarbone, brushing against the delicate skin like she wasn’t aware of the effect it had.Paige exhaled sharply, shifting where she lay, her hoodie now feeling way too hot for her own good.

“You think you’re funny,” Paige muttered, her voice slightly strained.

Azzi tilted her head, her smirk deepening. “I think you like watching.”

Paige’s jaw clenched, her fingers gripping the edge of her hoodie like she was physically stopping herself from doing something.

Azzi bit her lip. Oh, this was fun.

She exhaled, stretching her arms above her head, letting her tank top rise just enough to expose more of her stomach, the muscles there flexing slightly with the motion.

Paige swore under her breath.

Azzi hummed in satisfaction. “Something wrong?” she mused, her voice laced with amusement.

Paige dragged a hand down her face, inhaling deeply. “You’re a menace,” she muttered.

Azzi laughed softly, dragging her fingers down her own stomach, barely skimming the skin before settling just above the waistband of her shorts. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Paige’s eyes darkened.

“You’re lucky I’m not there right now,” she murmured, voice dropping low, controlled—dangerous.

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

She swallowed, but refused to let Paige win so easily. “Oh?” She dragged the strap of her tank top down further, her bare shoulder now fully exposed. “And what would you do if you were?”

Paige didn’t answer at first.

She stared.

Long, intense, like she was imagining it. Like she was holding herself back.

Then she exhaled, voice gravelly, thick with something heavier.

“I’d make you regret teasing me like this.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige saw it.

And that smirk—dangerous, cocky—spread across her lips.

Azzi was in trouble.

Her fingers stilled against her stomach, her breath catching at the heat in Paige’s voice. She swallowed, shifting slightly against the pillows, suddenly very aware of how much Paige was watching her.

But she wasn’t about to back down.

Her lips curled into something playful, challenging. “Oh yeah?” she murmured, voice just above a whisper, letting her fingers drift just a little lower, teasing the waistband of her shorts. “How, exactly?”

Paige exhaled sharply, jaw tightening.

Azzi smirked, tilting her head, running a slow hand up her exposed shoulder, tracing her own skin lightly—almost like she was imagining Paige’s hands instead.

“I mean,” she continued, dragging out her words, “I’m just lying here, all alone…” She let the sentence linger, her smirk growing as Paige shifted on her bed, visibly tense. “And you’re all the way over there.” She sighed dramatically. “Seems like a waste.”

Paige sat up a little, leaning toward the camera now, her gaze locked onto Azzi’s every move.

“You’re pushing it, Fudd,” Paige muttered, voice thick, dark.

Azzi loved this. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall slightly messier over her shoulder. “Oh, I know,” she whispered, fingers playing with the strap of her top again.

Paige groaned, rubbing a hand down her face like she was physically restraining herself. “You really wanna know what I’d do?” she muttered, voice edged with something dangerous.

Azzi swallowed, pulse pounding.

She nodded slowly.

Paige’s smirk returned—deadly.

“I’d start by pulling that little top right off of you,” Paige murmured, her voice low, controlled. “Since you clearly don’t know what to do with it.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Her fingers twitched at the hem of her shirt, a warmth spreading through her body she couldn’t ignore.

Paige saw it.

She grinned.

“Then,” Paige continued, “I’d pin you to that bed and make you pay for teasing me all night.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened, heat pooling low. She shifted against the pillows, her breathing suddenly uneven.

Paige laughed, slow and knowing.

“Oh, now you’re quiet?” Paige teased, voice dripping with amusement. “Where’d all that confidence go?”

Azzi glared, but it had no heat.

Paige chuckled again, watching her, taking in every little reaction, thriving off it. “I’d have you under me in seconds, Fudd,” she murmured, eyes hooded. “And you know it.”

Azzi let out a shaky breath, pulse hammering against her ribs.

She hated that Paige was winning.

So she took a breath, composed herself, and flipped the script.

She dragged a slow finger down her own stomach, teasing just beneath the waistband of her shorts. “That’s cute, Bueckers,” she purred, voice smooth, playful. “But I think you’re the one struggling here.”

Paige went silent.

Azzi smirked, victorious.

Then Paige leaned in, eyes dark, voice dropping into something that sent a shiver down Azzi’s spine.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Azzi’s breath caught, her teasing smirk faltering for just a second.

Paige’s lips curled.

Azzi’s breath was uneven, her fingers still lightly brushing over her stomach as Paige’s words settled in the air between them. The tension was thick, suffocating, stretching between them like an invisible pull that neither of them wanted to break.

Paige’s gaze was locked onto her, eyes dark and filled with something that made Azzi’s stomach twist. She wasn’t just playing around anymore—there was something real in the way she was looking at her, like she was imagining everything she wanted to do if she were there.

Azzi swallowed, forcing herself to keep control. She shifted slightly, letting her tank top slip further down her shoulder, just enough to tease, just enough to make Paige’s eyes flicker downward before dragging back up.

Paige exhaled slowly. Controlled. Barely.

“You’re dangerous,” Paige muttered, voice rough, thick.

Azzi smirked, her fingers ghosting over the strap of her top again. “You like it.”

Paige laughed, but it wasn’t light—it was dark, amused, edged with something that sent a spark straight through Azzi’s body.

“I do,” Paige admitted, leaning forward slightly. “A little too much.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

She shifted again, fingers lightly toying with the fabric of her shorts. “So, what are you gonna do about it?” she murmured, voice smooth, teasing.

Paige stilled.

Azzi swore she saw something flicker in her expression, something like restraint breaking, like she was right there, one second away from saying something that would completely wreck her.

And then—

BANG BANG BANG!

Azzi flinched, her entire body tensing as a loud knock slammed against her door.

“Azzi, are you awake?”

Caroline.

Azzi’s eyes widened.

She scrambled upright, yanking her tank top strap back onto her shoulder as if Caroline could somehow see her through the door.

Paige burst out laughing.

Azzi glared at the screen. “Shut up,” she hissed, her face burning.

Paige was grinning, smug, clearly thriving off the fact that Azzi had been just as affected. “Go on, Fudd,” she teased, voice still thick with amusement. “Your girl’s waiting.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, groaning under her breath before clearing her throat. “Yeah, I’m up,” she called toward the door, trying to sound normal.

“Oh alright,” Caroline replied. “We have an early lift in the morning, don’t stay up too late.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, nodding even though Caroline couldn’t see her. “Got it.”

Paige smirked through the screen. “Guess that’s my cue,” she murmured, voice still carrying a teasing lilt.

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.”

Paige just grinned. “You love it.”

Azzi didn’t respond.

Because she did.

Azzi sighed, running a hand down her face as she waited, listening for Caroline’s footsteps to fade away.

Paige, of course, was thriving off the whole situation, still smirking like she’d just won some unspoken battle. “Damn, Fudd,” she teased, tilting her head. “You looked real guilty just now.”

Azzi glared, though the heat in her cheeks refused to fade. “Because you were saying things you shouldn’t be saying,” she shot back, voice still a little breathless.

Paige leaned in slightly, her voice dropping again, teasing, but still carrying that edge that made Azzi shiver. “I wasn’t saying anything untrue, though.”

Azzi hated how fast her stomach flipped.

She rolled her eyes instead, trying to ignore the way her entire body still felt warm, charged from everything that had just happened.

“Anyway,” Azzi muttered, shifting under the covers and finally trying to relax, “I should sleep before someone else ruins my life.”

Paige chuckled, softer this time. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you off the hook.”

Azzi quirked a brow. “You’ll let me off the hook?”

Paige grinned. “Yeah, you were struggling there at the end.”

Azzi scoffed, opening her mouth to argue—

But then Paige yawned, stretching her arms above her head, her hoodie riding up just enough to expose her toned stomach.

Azzi froze.

It was so unfair.

Paige, completely unaware, sighed as she settled back against her pillows, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Alright, Fudd,” she murmured, her voice softer now, heavier with exhaustion. “Get some sleep.”

Azzi swallowed, forcing herself to breathe and not stare at Paige’s abs like an idiot.

“Yeah,” she said, shifting under her covers, trying to focus on literally anything else. “You too.”

Paige smiled, soft, warm, the kind that made something ache in Azzi’s chest.

“Night, Az.”

Azzi hesitated, then smiled back. “Night, P.”

The call ended.

Azzi stared at the blank screen for a second, still feeling the lingering warmth of Paige’s voice, of everything they’d just said, almost said, wanted to say.

She exhaled, pressing her phone to her chest.

Yeah.

She was screwed.

Azzi lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, phone still pressed to her chest.

Her heart was still beating too fast, her skin still warm from—all of it. From the way Paige had looked at her, from the things she had said, from the way the air between them had shifted so suddenly.

One second, she was curled up, stressed, overwhelmed, the weight of the game pressing down on her. And then Paige had been there, steady, comforting, pulling her back up like she always did.

But then—

Azzi swallowed.

Then something changed.

It wasn’t just comfort anymore. It wasn’t just reassurance.

It was Paige looking at her like that.

It was her teasing back, pushing to see how far they’d go.

It was Paige’s voice, dipping lower, her words leaving heat in their wake.

Azzi curled into her pillow, exhaling sharply.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore. She didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t just that.

And that terrified her.

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Paige on the other hand tossed her phone onto the nightstand and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. 

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly, trying to steady the way her stomach was still twisting.

She hadn’t planned for that to happen. She’d called Azzi to comfort her. To check in. To make sure she wasn’t spiraling after the game.

Not to—

Paige groaned, rubbing a hand down her face.

Azzi had been so cute at first, all quiet and unsure, curled up under the covers. And Paige had been ready to just be there for her, to be soft, to say whatever Azzi needed to hear.

But then Azzi had teased back.

And it had flipped something in Paige’s brain, something she hadn’t been able to shut off.

Azzi, pushing her buttons. Azzi, letting her tank top slip just a little lower. Azzi, toying with her, testing her, waiting to see how far Paige would go.

Paige let out a shaky breath.

She had been so close to saying something reckless. To taking it too far.

And the worst part?

She wanted to.

She wanted more.

She had no idea where they were headed, but whatever this thing between them was?

It wasn’t slowing down.

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[adieutristana]

arcane women or just sevika and vi with a emotionally sensitive reader please

of course! thank you for the request <3 doing just sevika and vi for simplicity’s sake!

summary; headcanons of sevika and vi with an emotionally sensitive girlfriend.

characters included; vi, sevika

tags/warnings; fluff, mentions of smoking, mentions of drinking, hurt/comfort

vi;

✧.* to an extent, vi sees herself in you. she's always been a kindhearted person, described as having a good heart. she cares, she loves, and it hurts her to see others suffering. but the harsh environment of the lanes and stillwater caused her to repress that attitude.

✧.* so to see someone like you, who is so unabashedly herself, is incredible. vi has adjusted to the hardened streets of zaun, and learned that showing emotion- at least in front of others, is a weakness. but not anymore.

✧.* she’d probably be taken off guard by you at first. she’s not used to meeting people like you, who are open and honest and secure in their feelings. who are sensitive. it’s something she’d be afraid to be, but she thinks it’s a sign of bravery when she sees it in you.

✧.* she picks up on things. the last thing that vi wants to do is accidentally overstep or do something that’ll upset you- it doesn’t matter how big or small. if she finds you upset because she didn’t put a clean mug back in the cupboard, she’ll take a mental note. if the way she worded something cut a bit deep, she’ll do better next time.

✧.* as well as that, she values the communication! she recognizes after a while of knowing you how emotional you can get, so she wants to hear directly from you what gets you in that state, so she can do everything in her power to avoid it.

✧.* but there's times where she can't avoid it, and you're crying over something as simple as a spilled cup of coffee- you've already got a lot going on, and this is just too much.

✧.* "hey, hey- it's just coffee," she'd murmur, her voice soft and reassuring. vi would rub soothing circles into your lower back. while she's internally panicked, she won't let you see that. "we'll get it cleaned up, and then i'll make you another cup. it's alright, babe, i promise."

✧.* i think through helping you through things, she'd also learn to cope better with her own sensitivities- taking her own advice, in a way. vi's grown used to drowning her emotions in a bottle of whiskey, but she's able to see how much talking you through things has helped. holding you when something hits a little too close to home. distracting you when you're upset with something she just knows will make you laugh.

✧.* i think she would use humor to distract you, a lot. vi's jokes are usually pretty corny and, well, not the most funny- but that's just part of her charm, isn't it? you can't help but laugh anyways.

✧.* "hey- that wasn't that bad! and besides, it made you laugh, so it worked!" she'd protest, an expression of mock-offense on her face. "please, that was horrible. but i do feel a little better, so..."

✧.* if anyone dares call you sensitive as an insult, vi's on their case and telling them off- you know she would. other zaunites may look down on it, sure, but she sees it as a strength. something that makes you brave, even.

sevika;

✧.* i think at first, sevika would definitely be taken aback, and she wouldn't know entirely what to make of you. she's the definition of a hardened woman, brash and unassuming. to anyone who doesn't know better, unfeeling.

✧.* but it isn't a bad thing, it's just that sevika isn't used to seeing someone sensitive and open about it. in the lanes of zaun, especially the line of work she's in, showing any kind of emotion is a weakness. she shut that part of herself off a long time ago in an effort to survive.

✧.* and after a while, sevika’s found that she thinks you’re one of the strongest people she’s ever met. zaun is a city where any emotion or sensitivity is weakness, but you’ve never let that get to you. you’re not afraid to be sensitive, and that takes a hell of a lot more courage than most of what people in zaun do.

✧.* she’ll do absolutely everything in her power to keep you happy though, of course she will. sensitivities can’t be exactly pinned down, you just are emotionally sensitive- that’s all there is to it. but sevika is observant if nothing else, and she’s able to pick up on things that upset you more often than not.

✧.* and though she stays stoic through it, seeing you upset truly breaks her heart. she wishes she could shield you from anything that would ever pose a threat to you or your happiness.

✧.* “hey, dove- why are you crying? what happened? c’mon, talk to me.” she’d murmur, rubbing a soothing hand on your side. “it’s stupid, ‘vika, don’t worry about it-“ “no. it’s not stupid. clearly it was important enough to make you upset, so tell me.”

✧.* usually uses physical affection and distractions to comfort you. sevika’s never been the best with words, as much as she wishes she was in times like these. she’ll press light kisses to your temples and take your hands in hers. she’s not used to this kind of tenderness, but she’ll do it for you in a heartbeat.

✧.* there are times where it’s unavoidable. maybe you’d might get upset over her tone- she’d never be anything but kind to you, yet sometimes she doesn’t say the right words and her tone might come off as rude. and hearing that hurts you, although you don’t want to believe she’d purposely do that.

✧.* “babe, i’m sorry, you know i wouldn’t talk to you like that-” “then why did you?” you’d mutter, your voice soft and nearly breaking. it tears sevika apart. “i didn’t mean to. my tone, just… i have a hard time controlling it, but i’ll try. i love you, i do.” while taking you into her arms and into the crook of her neck.

✧.* trust me when i say that sevika would turn the planet on its axis if it meant she got to see you happy. and anyone who dares talk about your sensitivity like it’s a bad thing- they’re taken care of, to say the least.

[neeeooon]

heyyy can I request bllk guys with a s/o who's like nagi? like they're lazy, dependent on them like nagi relies on reo etc.

I would prefer if you do the Itoshi's, Reo, Barou, Kunigami and Oliver. Thank you <3

yesss i love nagi idc idc TY FOR THE REQ!!

when you’re lazy

bf bllk x nagi!reader. some are lowk toxic

itoshi sae

-> he is not amused

-> sae’s life is very go, go, go. he has to be active often to keep in shape for his career, and though he typically likes doing that stuff alone, it can be a bit frustrating when you never entertain the idea of joining him

-> “y/n.” “hm?” “have you moved since i left this morning?” “yeah.” “cause i’ve been at practice for fourteen hours, and you’re in the same spot you were when i said goodbye.” “whatever. g’night.”

itoshi rin

-> “you’re being lazy.” “y’know, that google guy said he hires lazy people ‘cause he knows they’ll get the job done faster.” “… you don’t have a job.” “below the belt, itoshi.”

-> despite how much you hate it, you’ll go with him when he invites you to games or spontaneous trips to museums. you might drag your feet after ten minutes, but you keep your complains to a minimum when you’re with rin

-> however, the days where you do nothing but spend time together are your favorite. you don’t need anything but his presence to feel content, lazy or not

mikage reo

-> he spent his whole life getting pampered, so it’s nice taking care of someone else for a change

-> “reo, my legs hurt :(“ “oh? do you need some medicine? here, hop on, i’ll take you to the nurse!” because he has a nurse that lives in his penthouse

-> if he gets upset when you reject his invitations to go on dates outside, he doesn’t show it. “y/n! there’s this really nice restaurant that opened close by. wanna go?” “the pants have already come off, mikage.” “fair. movie night?” “yes!”

barou shouei

-> “you’re going to get sick,” barou sighed when he went to get you for lunch and found you laying in bed, still wet after your shower

-> groaning, you rolled around and let your phone drop from your hand. “i don’t wanna dry my hair.”

-> ten minutes later, you’re sitting on the floor between barou’s legs as he dries your hair, fingers lightly scraping your scalp and making you even sleepier than before

-> “will you promise to at least try and remember to dry your hair next time?” “why would i when you’re so much better at it?” “… damn you.” “:p”

kunigami rensuke

-> fists are firm on his hips as he stands in your bedroom doorway. it’s nearly 2 pm on a saturday, and you’ve yet to leave bed

-> “y/n, it’s time to get up.” “mmm, but it’s a saturday..” “you haven’t moved in five hours!” “don’t wanna—hey!” you groan when he grabs you by the ankles and drags you out of bed. “it’s nice outside! let’s go for a walk.” “you want me dead.”

-> contrary to popular (your) belief, kunigami does not want you dead—he wants you to be active and healthy and not hide in your room all day. “see? isn’t this so much nicer than your bed?” “debatable.” “well, that’s not a no!”

oliver aiku

-> he finds his lazy little partner to be the cutest thing in the world. loves doing things that should embarrass you, like cut your food and feed you in public, carry you around when you don’t want to walk, etc

-> now, just because you’re lazy doesn’t mean you don’t care about your boyfriend. if you see his gaze wandering while he’s with you, you’ll give his ear or hair a tug to remind him you’re still in the picture

-> “just cause i don’t wanna go out doesn’t mean you’re going without me to look at people who aren’t me.” “i would never !!” “🤨” okay, i promise to keep my eyes only on the photo of you in my heart-shaped locket.” “right answer.”

[urcoolgf]

the good housekeeping seal

pairing : bf!drew x singer!reader

content : fluff

summary : ever since you and drew started dating, you've been more inspired than ever, so– before your newest album drops– you wanna give your boyfriend a sneak peak (based on 'R.E.M.' by ariana grande)

more drew x singer!reader

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drew knew dating a popstar was dangerous. one wrong move, and a whole album about his mistakes would hit the shelves in no time, but you were worth it to him. plus, he didn’t intend to make any mistakes with you.

the two of you had met about 6 months ago, and everything had been basically perfect. the type of perfect that had you slightly worried, but– for once in your life– you decided to just go with it. you had bad relationships in the past which left you with a deep mistrust when things were going well, but something about drew just made you feel so safe.

you knew it wasn’t easy dating you– not only were you a popstar (he was used to the fame anyway), but you over complicated things and just made yourself hard to love as a way of protecting yourself. in just 6 months, drew had taken those guards down– and even though it scared you to death– it was refreshing. life felt beautiful again, like you were finally seeing in color after years of living in black & white.

before you and drew met, you were so uninspired, so unmotivated that you were questioning if you even wanted to be in the industry anymore. you thought you had lost your touch. lost your voice. but, drew changed all of that. lyrics had been flowing out of you like a waterfall as the two of you had gotten closer.

your next studio album ‘sweetener’ was set to drop in two weeks. the name implying that drew had been the sweetener to your previously sour life. all throughout the writing and recording process you had left drew in the dark. it wasn’t because you didn’t trust him, or want him to hear your work. this whole album process had been so new and vulnerable, and it made you scared.

you knew you wanted to share at least parts of your album with drew before it released for everyone– the album was for him after all. so, one day, when the two of you had nothing else to do, you suggested a trip to the studio.

you and drew were currently on the couch of your apartment in new york city, he was watching something on tv while you indulged yourself in your current read.

“hey, baby? how about a little trip down to the studio?,” you asked, a soft smile on your face. drew just looked at you– almost like he didn’t believe you.

“the studio? you want me to come?,” he had always respected your decision to record alone, so when you offered to take him with you he was shocked to say the least.

“mhm. jus’ got a few things to wrap up before the release,” the look in his eyes already gave you your answer, but you awaited his response anyway. your big doe eyes distracting drew just a bit before he finally answered.

“yeah, of course, baby. let’s go. i’ll drive,” he said, a huge smile took over his face as he quickly stood from the couch, moving to grab his keys. you giggled as you stood after him, following him to the door to put your shoes on.

on the way to the studio, you told drew where to go since he hadn’t been there. his hand covering your thigh, fingers circling the soft skin with a featherlight touch.

once you had arrived and parked, you led him to the studio door, unlocking it with your key. once he stepped inside, he looked like a kid in a candy shop. he took in all the different computers, speakers, audio boards, and the glass wall separating it all from the artist. you made your way inside after him, closing the door, and taking a seat in a chair by the audio board table.

“this is incredible, babe,” he said, moving to sit in the seat next to you, “so, what’re we doin’ here?”

“i actually don’t need to wrap up anything,” you said sheepishly, “i wanted to let you hear some stuff before the album drops… if that’s okay with you?,” you were nervous to say the least, sure he had heard your other music that was already released, but none of that was about him. you felt like this album was the best thing you’ve made– it was everything you had been striving to create your entire career– so, yeah… there was some pressure on you right now. drew could sense it. gently moving his chair closer to comfort you, placing his arm around your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles into it.

“‘course i wanna hear, baby. wanna hear everything you make,” he said quietly. his warm smile made your heart skip a beat.

“‘kay,” you replied. your voice so soft it was almost a whisper. you moved to open the audio file of the song you had been most proud of. it was the fourth track on the album, and it had turned out exactly how you wanted it to. you called it R.E.M. to insinuate a dream-like state, and the instrumentals that accompanied it only added to the ethereal vibe of it.

you made sure your computer was connected to the speakers in the studio, so that drew could get the full experience, before hesitantly pressing play.

the dreamy beat had started playing, and there was officially no going back. drew just looked down, taking in the beat. he had a focused look on his face that made it seem like he was really listening– which he was.

mm-hmm

last night

boy, i met you, yeah

when i was asleep (sleep)

you’re such a dream to me

you watched as drew’s expression softened. he looked back up at you– wide-eyed– to find you already staring at him in anticipation for his reaction. he didn’t say anything while it was playing, just listened intently, looking back at you every so often so you could visible watch his heart melt.

before you speak, don’t move, ‘cause i don’t wanna

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (don’t wanna…)

wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up

boy, you’re such a dream to me

if you can believe, babe

boy, you’re such a dream to me

excuse me, um, i love you

drew’s soft chuckle rings through your ears, his beautiful smile leaving an imprint on your heart. he still doesn’t say anything, just taking in all the beautiful melodies and adlibs you conjured up in this masterpiece of a song.

i’ll get you out my mind, mhm, i tried to

but i just want to stand and yell

i will never dare to tell

think i heard some wedding bells, shh, keep it to yourself

is this real? (is this real?)

drew’s head snaps up at the last verse– wedding bells? his heart had never felt as full as it did in this moment. he leans over– arm still around your shoulders– and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. his mind now clouded with not only your soothing melodies, but images of your wedding– you walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress, flowers everywhere, slipping a ring on your finger, and making you his forever.

i could buy you anything, but i cannot buy you

before your boy gets smart, i would never try to

you know i’m thinking to myself, "what happened, why you?"

but when i see you in my dreams, psh, i knew

you know how to treat it, you know how to eat it

you know how to beat it (i know how to keep it)

the good housekeeping seal

(bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)

‘the good housekeeping seal’ is a term for a ‘stamp of approval’ commonly known amongst celebrities. it means a product has been tried, tested, and determined a good product. the line made drew laugh, as if he had gained the ‘stamp of approval’ from you. he laughed on the outside, but inside, his heart fluttered. you had opened up a little about past relationships, and the fact you considered him one of the good ones meant a lot to him.

the song finally came to a cinematic end, your vocals carrying the beat to a close. drew didn’t even know what to say– it was phenomenal. everything about the song was perfect, he could only imagine how the rest of the album sounded…

“y/n… that was– holy shit, that was phenomenal, baby,” he turned his chair so he was facing you head on, his hands coming to rest on top of your knees.

“really? you liked it?,” you asked. your bright eyes made drew swoon. the fact you thought he wouldn’t like it amazed him.

“liked it? it was heavenly. i felt like i was floating,” he smiled, getting all excited to share his thoughts with you. it warmed your heart to see him passionate about something you were so passionate about.

“and the adlibs in that back were just amazing. everything felt like a dream,”

“yes! that was the goal. i wanted it to feel almost surreal because… well, because that’s how you make me feel,” you looked down as if you were nervous to say the last part. drew brought his hands to your cheeks, pulling your face back up to face his.

“listen y/n… before i met you, i thought my life couldn’t get any better– i had movie contracts i would’ve killed for a couple years ago, friends i never thought i would have, i was working with directors i never dreamed would even know my name. i thought i had it all. life seemed exciting and promising, and i saw everything in vibrant color… at least i thought i did. i never knew how dull my life really was until i met you. these past 6 months have been unbelievable, and now i can’t even imagine how i was satisfied with the life i had before you…,” his blue eyes stared right into yours, admiration consuming them.

his words felt so sincere, something you haven’t heard in a long time… maybe ever– you just lost it. tears began to fall from your eyes. drew’s soft hands immediately moving to wipe the salty drops away.

“i love you… so much,” your words were broken by soft sobs. drew pulled you into him, his tight embrace giving you more comfort than you knew was even possible.

“i promise, baby, i love you more,” he said softly, running his hand down your back, slowly rubbing up and down to calm your cries.

once you finally pull apart, redness staining your cheeks. drew looked at you with the softest eyes you had ever seen, and you weren’t sure he was even real at this point.

“so…,” a breathless laugh escaped you before continuing, “wanna hear some more?”

“c’mon baby, you already know my answer,” drew smirked, moving back to put his arm around your shoulders to listen to the next track you played.

track 2. title: ‘blazed’.

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