#but she changed too late yknow?

[joyridingmp3]

had a weird first time ever experience tonight. my mum pulled me in for a huge, super tight hug and told me "everything's gonna be okay"

[simcardiac-arrested]

never volunteer for anything university related man. also go listen to this

[arolesbianism]

Finallly got around to properly designing Demonstrator! She’s silly

[harksness]

A/N: i was so feral over detective harkness i wrote a quick lil smut fic (thanx to the rings anon who gave me an idea for this lol <3)

also I KNOW SHES TECHNICALLY AGNES HERE SHHHH JUST GO WITH IT

Warnings: SMUT, oral, Agatha receiving, hair pulling, degradation and praise. Dom! Agatha as per usual. Sub! Reader as per usual.

WC: 2.1k

Carefully, you push the door to Agatha’s office closed behind you and twist the lock. She doesn’t even notice that you entered, hunched over her desk with papers and files sprawled out beneath her, pen clenched in her left hand as she bends over the mess. Strands of hair had slipped out of her ponytail, hanging along the sides of her face.

Once in a while you’ll surprise her at work like this. She’s been so stressed lately that she hasn’t been sleeping through the night. That's not abnormal for your wife, she is a bit of a workaholic afterall, but sometimes she just needs you to drag her back into reality. And that's been hard to do with your conflicting work schedules and her long days lately.

Slowly, so you don't startle her, you walk over to Agatha’s desk. Her eyes glance up to you but don’t seem to process you right away as the flick back down to her work, before landing back on you again. As the realization finally sinks in, a smile grows on her features.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the way she shoots you a wide grin, legs spreading as she leans back in her office chair to look up at you.

“Hey, even hotter stuff.”

She snorts at your flirting, throwing her pen down onto her desk. It makes you feel a little too smug that it's so easy for her to forget her work when you're around.

“You don’t look in the mirror as much as you should. You’re obviously the hotter stuff.”

She argues lightheartedly as you turn and lean against the desk next to her, the plush of your ass digging into the edge of the tabletop as you smile down at her.

“Well I could say the same thing to you.”

Again, she snorts.

“I’ve barely slept the last few days, my eye bags are huge, my hair is a mess and I’ve got stains all down the front of my frumpy flannel. I’m not hot right now.”

Agatha's eyes are tired and her words make your heart ache in your chest. She's always the most beautiful thing in the world, the details don't matter. She's just always stunning.

You lean in towards her and take her face in your hands, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your touch.

“You’re always hot, baby.. It doesn’t matter the circumstances.”

You coo at her, a little laugh escaping her lips as you lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. You decide to speak up before she can continue arguing you, knowing her stubbornness wouldn't let this go unless you changed the subject.

“You look stressed, my love..”

Agatha groans at your words, frustrated.

“There’s just a lot going on right now.. Yknow?”

You nod your head in understanding. When you married her, you knew this is what you were signing up for. She’s obsessed with her job, gone for long periods of time and unable to take her mind off of her work. And that dedication is something you love about her regardless. You’re okay with being her anchor, tethering her and bringing her back to reality. She always floats back to you when you pull her back down to Earth, and that’s all you could ever ask for. 

You’ll happily keep doing this for the rest of your life.

Leaning down, you press your lips against her cheek in a lingering kiss, lips ghosting against her skin as you speak.

“Why don’t you let me help you take your mind off of things for a bit..”

You whisper against her soft skin, and she lets out an amused noise as you continue to kiss her, your lips moving to trace along her jawline as you guide her head to tilt to the side.

“Baby… Fuck.. We can’t-”

As she says that her hands are reaching for you, grabbing you and pulling you closer. You smile against her skin.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? I will if you really want me to..”

She doesn't answer, torn between doing what she wants and the responsible thing.

You pull back, admiring her beautiful, tired features for a moment. She looks up at you with love pooling in her eyes as you trace your thumb affectionately along her cheek, under the deep purple bags creasing under her pretty bright eyes before placing a lingering kiss on her lips.

Then, you quickly glance behind you at the door you locked on the way in, ensuring it’s still secure before you drop to your knees in front of her, right below her desk and between her spread legs. The firm carpet is rough on your knees but you don't care, the woman before you is more important. She groans and lets out a louder curse at the sight of you before her.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this..”

She breathes the words out and you smile up at her, leaning forward and running your hands up her clothed thighs.

“Then let me make your fantasy come true, baby.. Please?”

You beg sweetly, batting your eyelashes up at her. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, eyes flickering greedily over you as she contemplates what to do. 

“Fuck, you’re worth getting fired over.”

You’re grinning ear to ear as you lean forward, running your hands from her knees all the way up her thighs and to the waist of her pants. She watches you with eager eyes, greedy smile etched into her pretty pink lips as she raises her hips off the chair.

Quickly, your hands scramble to undo her pants before grabbing the hem and pulling them down and off her legs, underwear and all, leaving her bare for you as more and more of her soft, pale skin is exposed.

She laughs softly at your eagerness, raising a hand to card sweetly through your locks.

“You begged for this, sweet girl.. Now, you better do a good job if you’re willing to risk my career over it.”

She teases and you lean in, holding her gaze as you press a lingering, open mouth kiss to the inside of her knee. You’re a bit insulted by her words.

“I would never leave you unsatisfied..”

You mumble against her plush skin, taking your time as you softly, firmly press your open mouth against her thigh over and over again as you trail kisses further up her legs.

Here and there you bite softly, dragging your teeth across the sensitive flesh. You feel yourself turning into putty beneath her at every soft gasp that slips past her lips, one of her hands mindlessly toying with your hair.

You start to repeat the actions on her other thigh, wanting to lavish her with sweet kisses and worship her when she lets out a frustrated sigh. Agatha winds her fingers into your hair, slumping down even further and spreading her legs wider as she pushes your mouth against her waiting cunt. You groan, immediately parting your lips as you breathe her in eagerly.

“No teasing, sweetheart… You’re gonna be a good girl and give me exactly what I want, aren’t you?”

She coos down at you, soothingly rubbing her fingers against your scalp. Immediately you let out a needy noise against her and nod your head, desperate to please.

“Good fuckin girl.”

Her voice is low as you drag your tongue through her wet folds. She lets out a controlled, quiet noise, only loud enough for you to hear as you lick up her sweetness. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of her heavy on your tongue.

You begin toying with her clit, first using your tongue to ghost over it in experimental patterns as you try to wind her up. Her chair creaks as she shifts a bit, hand tightening in your hair. 

You can’t get enough of the taste of her. Heavy and metallic and so good, you don't think it could ever be enough. You’d live between her thighs, eating and surviving off of nothing but her pussy for the rest of your life if you could. You make out to kiss the little bud, puckering your lips as you drag them over it before opening your mouth and sucking it between your lips. 

She groans at that, throwing her head back against the back of her seat as you flick your tongue along her clit in quick passes, groaning against her wet cunt as you do. You feel her arousal soaking your lips, and you want to lick up every sweet drop.

“Fuck, baby..”

Agatha curses, heavy breaths dropping from her lips as she looks down at you with lidded eyes. You look back up at her, squirming desperately from your place between her legs.

“You’re such a slut, just for me, hm? So desperate for me to fuck your mouth that you had to crawl under my desk and beg for it, hm?”

Agatha's voice is breathy and erratic as she rests one arm against her chair, canting her hips up against your waiting mouth, her hand buried in your hair and forcing you down and against her with each thrust. You groan against her cunt, breathing heavily as she grinds herself against your tongue. 

You just hold your tongue out for her, letting her guide you however she needs as she fucks herself against your mouth.

“Say it, say you’re my slut with your mouth full of my pussy..”

You groan at her words, nails biting into her calves as you gargle out the words that are muffled by her cunt. She laughs softly, dropping her hips back down onto the chair for a moment and pulling your head back. You heave for air, a stupid smile on your lips as you feel her wetness soaking your lips and chin.

“Say it again.”

Agatha demands, a sadistic grin on her features as she sharply pulls your head back by the fistfull of your hair. You can’t control the moan that bursts past your lips as the delicious sting settles across your scalp.

“I’m your slut, Agatha.. Just yours.. I belong to you..”

You manage to heave the words between breaths and she grins down at you with a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Good girl. Now, get back to work, slut..”

She demands, leaning back into her chair once again and you’re eagerly diving back between her soft thighs, warm and dewey with a thin layer of sweat. Her moans are more frequent now, soft and quiet and deep as they escape her lips. You suck her clit between your teeth gently, flicking your tongue over the nub as quickly as you can.

“Ooooh.. Yes..”

Agatha breathes out, jolting a bit as she raises her hips off of her seat, pressing your needy mouth harder against her wet cunt as she begins to rut against your tongue desperately. You moan into her, meeting each thrust, making sure each movement of your tongue on her clit is calculated and precise.

She gasps sharply, freezing and desperately smushing your face harder against her. You know she’s close, and with that you harshly suck on her clit, hands desperately pawing at her soft thighs as they squeeze around your head, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she curls in on you, curses dropping from her lips.

Your whole world stops and she’s the only thing that exists as she seizes up, sharp gasps escaping her lips as her eyes pinch shut, body tensing all around you as she cums against your waiting mouth. You watch her with wide eyes, drinking in every little reaction.

A strand of her lovely brown hair sticks to the side of her face, her long, pale neck exposed. You just want to pepper kisses along every inch of her skin. The way her fingers are tightly gripping your hair burns your scalp, but you revel in the sting because it’s just an expression of her pleasure as she cums for you.

With one last relieved gasp her grip on your head loosens and she collapses into her chair, the wheels clanking as she throws her weight back down onto it. She starts breathily laughing, raising one hand to push her stray hairs behind her ears while she rubs soothing circles against your scalp with the other. 

“Ahh.. You’re right.. You never leave me unsatisfied. You’re so good for me, sweet girl..”

She coos, smiling lazily down at you before she leans forward, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. You hum happily, a lovesick grin on your lips.

“I’m always happy to be good for you.."

You smile up at her, resting a cheek on her soft, warm thigh. But the sweet moment is short lived, because your features drop and panic sets in when a firm knocking sounds from her office door.

[pazzispizookies]

~~~~Dangerous question~~~~

Chapter 2

Hey guys!I was truly expecting no one to read chapter one lol, so. im so greatfull for all the people that did!! I really really appreciate reblogging and tagging!! Help me get some reach y’all im very new. :) again thank you all so very much and my inbox is wide open. If you’ve ever thought of a prompt you want to read send it and I’ll write it. Truly there’s nothing I’ll say no to. (Well expect yknow insane shit)

Pairing: Paige x Azzi, friends to lovers slow burn

September 13th, 2023.

Azzi POV:

The sun is attacking my eyesight as soon as I wake up, it’s quickly accompanied by a banging and throbbing force in my head.

Forcing myself out of bed, I glance at the clock

6:23

What the fuck am I doing awake so early.

I’m startled out of my thoughts as my door swings open.

“Good afternoon sunshine!!”

I love Caroline I really do, but at this moment I want her to shut her mouth and never open it again.

“Get outtt please i’m dead, can’t you have any sympathy for the dead caro?”

“Nope, your gonna be late, we’ve gotta get going Az, -were you taking a nap?” Caroline says standing a little too confindently where her hands crossed over her chest.

“What do you mean nap? I just woke up Car?”

“Azzi it’s 6! PM! We have team dinner at 7”

Shit.

I suddenly have a burst of energy at this statement realizing fuck, I’m gonna be late and look hungover in front of my teammates, and Paige.

Paige,

Paige who showered me last night, Paige who carried me to bed and helped me get changed, Paige who stayed up with me till I feel asleep, worrying I was gonna be sick again.

Paige who I think saw blushing while I was showering?

Why is my heart racing at this, why do I care what she sees me like?

“Azzi? Azzi Fudd?” Caroline claps.

“Okay, okay yeah, just please make me a cup of coffee I’ll get ready.”

Caroline mumbles as she walks out of my dorm towards the kitchen leaving me standing in the middle of my dorm.

6:25 Pm.

Okay yeah, I’ve gotten ready in less time. I just need to leave at 6:50 to get to the restaurant, which gives me… 25 mintues to shower, change, do my hair and makeup.

Ugh.

Normally I wouldn’t even bother with makeup or hair, but for some reason I feel a pull to get ready today, wanting to look good for some reason I can’t place my finger on.

I stumble to the bathroom and turn on the shower, finding my discarded clothes from last night. I toss them to the side and hop in the shower.

The sent of Vanilla and lavender quickly fills the room while I wash my hair, giving me a slight calming feeling.

Last night suddenly hits me.

I remember leaving the party with Paige’s stupid excuse, and then falling sick shorty after, but there’s something else I remember too.

Paige being not her normal cocky self, but shy?

I could’ve sworn I saw her blush last night while I was in the shower, but it must’ve been just the lighting.

Paige is my best friend and a pretty big celebrity. She came out to me a while ago, even though it was never really a secret.

And I’ve known that girls are attracted to her, and with her aura of confidence, I don’t doubt it.

Why does that thought make my heart skip a beat?

But anyways, i’m sure Paige has had her share of incounters with girls, but all the ones I’ve seen her flirt with, even though I try not to look when it happens, are all stunning. Truly all models.

They’re normally shorter then her, and have long flowing hair and know how to do there makeup without it coming out like a 5 year old do it.

So why would she be blushing at me?

Yeah i’m not ugly, but I definitely don’t look like those girls. I’m talking 5’11 to be exact and even though my hairs gotten a lot longer it’s still curly and normally thrown in 2 braids or a bun.

I do get attention from people, but I don’t know how to flirt really, so it goes no where.

my train of thought is interrupted by knocking at the door.

“Az cmon, you got like 20 more minutes” Caroline shouts muffled behind the door.

“Okay!! Coming!!”

I stumble out of the shower quickly without rising all of my hair product out so i can style it a little bit,

I make my way to my closet and glance at the clock again

6:32. Ugh.

Looking at my closet I realize im gonna need some help.

“caro! Can you come in here!”

Caroline comes walking in with a cup of coffee in hand, thank god.

“What’s up Az? You gonna wear a towel to dinner?” Caroline teases

“No, but I need some help” I mumble out, suddenly feeling a little insecure.

with a nod from a Caroline to continue my sentence I take deep breath and gesture towards my closet

“I need help with what to wear, I wanna look hot.”

Caroline’s eye widen for a second before she leans back and crosses her arms again.

“ohhhh, you trying to impress a certain someone, maybe a certain someone on the boys basketball team who’s been in your DMs since last week?” Caroline drags out.

I totally forgot all about AJ,a guy, pretty cute,on the baksetball team who’s texted me a few times.

I just assumed he was being friendly since were both freshman but with the way shes saying it, maybe I’m wrong..

But because I don’t really know why I want to look good tonight, I decide that’s a pretty good excuse.

“Yeah sure, whatever just make me hot please.” I say flopping down on my bed.

Caroline gets to work in my closet throwing things out.

After a minute or so she holds up a dress, a black one I completely forgot I even owned,

The dress isn’t anything too crazy but definitely not something i’d normally grab, but seeing as the restaurants a little nicer maybe it’s not the worst idea.

She quickly pulls out another outfit option.

A black fitted button up, with a black mini pencil skirt, and she’s holding along with it a push-up bra that has to be from 7th grade.

“I said make me hot, not make me a hooters worker.” I say glancing up at her smirk.

“trust me Az this is the prefect mix between, ‘yeah I’m smart and sweet’ and ‘yeah I’m hot as fuck’ cmon just try it!”

Reluctantly, I get up and grab the shirt, skirt, and stupid bra. I give her a death look before moving into the closet and shutting the door.

It takes me a quick second to put on the outfit, the shirt is a little tighter than the last time I tried it on, but still fits. Just slim now.

And the skirt is a little more filled out since the last time I wore it too.

I step out and Caroline’s eyes immediately widen. Along with an ever growing smirk on her lips

“Shut up caro, seriously does this make me look like a slut?” I ask moving towards my full body mirror on my wall,

“No it doesn’t,” Caroline says moving towards my front

she takes another step foward towards me and reaches for my shirt, without giving me time to process, she’s unbuttoned 2 of the buttons on my shirt making the shirt open a little farther down, showing some cleavage, a lot more then I’m used too.

“are you kidding! I should just wave a sign saying ‘look at my boobs! There hanging out for all to see!” I shout at her,

“Shut up Azzi, it’s not that bad it’s stilll enough to make people stare, but not too much to make people judge” Caroline says taking a step back to look at me fully.

I turn back around to the mirror, and maybe she’s right,

I look diffferent, the skirt hugs my hips and brings out my curves along with the very slim fitting shirt that shows my defined body.

Maybe she knows what she’s doing.

6:37 PM

“Okay, okay now my hair, please help” I say taking my eyes off my reflection turning to look at Caroline.

“Just sit down, I know what to do, do your makeup while I do this. And none of that ‘just mascara shit’ your pretty without any makeup of course, but were going for a new Azzi tonight.” Caroline says while pulling out the chair to my vanity.

I have a lot of makeup yes, but I rarely use it, I mean, I’m an athlete, I just simply don’t have the time for it, or need.

But tonight. As I sit down and look in my vanity mirror, I wanna do something different,

While i’m applying a layer of concealer under my eyes, Caroline starts on my hair.

abut 10 mintues later, were both done. My makeup surprisingly looks petty good, it’s not anything crazy but it’s more then usual,

I have some concealer on, highlighter and some nose contour plus bronzer. Along with some winged eyeliner and mascara over my long lashes. I top it off with a darker lipgloss, and look in the mirror.

Caroline has done my hair perfectly,

Pulling it up with a claw clip, and slicking it back with two birds in the front framing my face, It looks beautiful but also effortless.

My hair being pulled up means you can see more of my chest and neck, which still are nice and tanned from the summer.

I can’t even think anything else before Caroline chimes in.

“If i was gay, i’d low key eat you out right now.”

“Caroline!!! What the hell” I say taken back by her out of pocket comment.

“No like totally Azzi, you look stunning. Your so pretty, I think your out doing me, which I hate for me but love for you.” Caroline says while placing her hands on my shoulders.

I stand from my vanity glancing at the time again, even if I didn’t like my appearance i’d have no time to change it, it’s 6:50 and we have to go now.

Me and Car both grab our wallets and phones, and put on our shoes and head out to the car.

Shortly we arrive to the restaurant, it’s pretty packed but our team has a reservation,

Me and Caroline walk in together and are taken back by the restaurant. I’m thanking the gods for putting some time into my apprernce because its a lot nicer then I expected.

The employees are all in suits and the whole building is dimly lit, only by some candles spread out and chandeliers over the bigger tables.

Outside, the sun has already set making it a little darker,

“hey Azzi, Car! Over here!!!” KK shouts

Clearly being KK she’s not phased by the looks she gets from people trying to enjoy there dinner in a peaceful manner, but that doesn’t matter.

I look over at the table, the rest of my team is already sat,

Me and Caroline share a look before beginning to walk over.

The team all look up and greet me and Caroline as we sit down.

I take a seat near the end of the table with one more open seat next to me and Caroline sits to my right.

I glance around the table and notice there’s a person missing, a certain blonde is left out of this group.

Just as I notice this ice grabs my attention.

“Damnnnnnn Azzi, didn’t know you could clean up this well, you looking like a snack!”

This statement by ice causes most of the attention from the table to fall on me, which quickly overwhelms me

The girls all say different versions of compliments, or at least I think compliments, some might be harssasing me?

Just as the harassment and fawning is in its peak a voice cuts through,

“What are we gushing over guys?” Paige says while walking toward the table.

My stomach does an unwelcomed flip.

Paige has her hair slicked back into a bun, with black and grey Jordan’s on, a simple silver chair peaking out over a gucci all black polo.

“Oh hey P, we’re just talking about how delicious Azzi looks, don’t you agree?” Ice replies,

Paige takes a seat without noticing me, sitting right next to me while I talk to Caroline, noticing her sitting next to me ,I subconsciously turn towards her.

“Hey P” I say coming out a little softer then I expected,

Paige doesn’t even reply, she just simply looks at me, her sight falling up and down taking in my whole body.

her eyesight falling right on my cleavage for a second too long, a shade a red starts to creep onto her cheeks and her neck.

“uh hi,—sorry, hey A-Azzi” Paige says reverting her eyesight to the widow quickly.

I take a mental note of this, and turn back to ice seeing that ice and KK are already staring towards me and Paige.

“Paige Bueckers, are you blushing right now!” KK shouts while laughing and pointing towards Paige,

This statment makes ice catch on too.

“She totally is! She just checked Azzi out!! Can you believe it, the rizzler Paige buckets starts stuttering over Azzi fudd.” Ice says in an exaggerated tone.

“Yo, shut up I’m not, I just, had something stuck in my throat” Paige says to them still not making complete eye contact.

“Ha sure, okay” Ice says throwing her hands up in mock surrender.

With this the table continues to have have side conversations, and start to forget about Paiges … situation.

“So, you’re not dead?” Paige says to me

“No i’m not, thanks to you.”

“No problem, I’ll always help, yknow, you were scarring me last night, you looked genuinely like a dead body.”

“Shut up P. I did not, i’m sure I looked stunning, per usual”

“Yeah, you kinda still did.” Paige says mumbling

“Aw paigeyy, did you just say that I’m the prettiest person you’ve ever seen even when I’m drunk?” I say batting my eye lashes obnoxiously,

Of course I’m teasing Paige because in reality, I have no clue why Paige said that, and I have no clue why on earth Paige was blushing while looking at me ,all I know is that I don’t want it to stop.

“Oh shut up Az, that’s not what I said at all and you know it” Paige says regaining gin her normal confident tone and smirk,

Soon after she says this, a waiter appears at our table. Right behind me.

“Hi y’all, i’ll be your sever tonight, my name is Marcos, and-

I turn around and meet his eyes when he stops his sentence.

“uh-uh yeah like I was s-saying,, um are you guys ready to order drinks?”

I hear ice snort and KK elbows her while looking down biting back her own laugh.

clearly the table is waiting for someone to speak up as the “designated speaker for the night” and reluctantly I start speaking.

I lock my eyes onto his and notice, he’s kinda cute, he’s pretty tall from what I can gauge in my seat, and he has wavy dark hair loose, but cut nicely, he so looks pretty in shape and his button up fits pretty snuggly around his arms.

ignoring this I start talking,

“Hi Marcos nice to meet you, excuse my friends, they don’t know how to behave, but I think we’ll all just have waters, maybe with some lemon in them, please.”

“Y-yeah, i’ll go grab those” Marcos says still making direct eye contact with me,

He lingers for a beat too long before disappearing into the restaurant.

I hear laughter being let out as soon as he’s out of ear shot.

“PSHHH Azzi, keep it in your pants” KK says raising her eyebrows up.

“yeah Az, that guy was eye fucking you,” Ice says before bracing her hands on the table,

“All right y’all, I got 20 saying Marcos asks Azzi out before the end of the night, whos in” Ice says to the table

“Ice!” I yell at her as a warning,

But I look around and see the majority of the table with the same expression all fumbling in their wallets and letting out quips about how he will or won’t.

I turn to complain to Caroline but am met by a horrid sight,

“Caro! Are you seriously betting on me right now.”

“Sorry Az, but it felt like I was interrupting something” She says shrugging.

My head falls into my hands but suddenly I feel tension to my left.

Paige is sitting there looking down at the table with an expression I’ve never seen on her face before.

“P, you good? You look like you wanna punch something.” I say putting my hand on her shoulder

“I’m good, Azzi.” Paige says coldly while pushing my hand off her,

A wave of hurt courses through me at this action, before I can say anything Marcos returns.

“Here you go,” He says while placing waters in front of each person, making his way down the table

“and here you go, gorgeous.” He says while putting the water directly infront of me before disappearing back into the restaurant.

Before I can react, Paige jolts up and starts walking fast towards where I can asssume the bathroom is.

“What’s her deal?” Ice says to Nika.

“I don’t know, but I have an idea.” Nika says while leaning back in her chair watching Paige go.

After a few mintues Paige returns and slips back into her seat.

“Hey”

“Hi.” Paige coldly returns

“You okay there?” I ask leaning into her space a little.

“Yeah Azzi, you don’t have to keep asking me.” Paige replies while reaches for her phone and looking down at it.

Feeling slightly rejected I turn to Caroline, tapping her on the shoulder.

I make a face at Caroline, gesturing towards Paige slyly.

Caroline answers by slugging her shoulders up, telling me she doesn’t know why she’s acting this way either.

I decide not to let it way on me too much, I know that something’s wrong with Paige, but I also know Paige won’t talk about it, especially in public.

Minutes pass that are filled with laughter and conversation as the group warms up more.

Another sever comes around to take or orders and Ice makes a quick comment asking where the “cute server” went.

The other waitress saying he went on break, but she’ll send him back if we want.

before anyone can say anything ice starts nodding her head and then places her order.

Conversation continues after our food order was placed, and it seems to be a good night, expect for Paige being uncharacteristically quiet, giving short answers or simply ignoring everyone whilst being on her phone tuned into a live NBA game.

After a while Marcos returns with the other waiter both holding food in their hands.

The waitress starts on the other end of the table while Marcos starts by putting food down to Caroline, skipping me and putting Paiges food down next, after this he returns back to me and sets my food down with a comment, “Best for last” he says with a wink.

I bush a little, caught off guard by the comment, so I send him a smile while turning around to my food.

“OOOOOhhhh” KK says while looking at me

“KK shut up” I say through my smile,

“Both of you shut up.” Paige cuts in

The table falls silent but it doesn’t seem to bother her, her eyes remaining on her NBA game,

The girls including me all look around at each other before quietly making conversation again,

Nika pulls out her phone and starts typing on it.

Shorty after I hear a notification chime on Paige’s phone which is met with her standing up, and Nika at the same time,both of them disappearing back towards the bathroom.

Once they are far enough I turn to KK,

“What is happening, it’s like Paige got a stick shoved up her ass.”

“I don’t know, ask Nika later, she seems to know more than us.” KK replies with picking up her food and taking a big bite.

Marcos come back, check in hand.

“Hey guys sorry to interrupt, but here’s the check for whenever you need,”

He places the check down in the middle of the table and ice nods at him, signaling she heard him,

With that I see him turn towards me.

I suddenly get a sinking feeling in my chest,

“Um, this is strange but you’re stunning, and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

My breath gets caught, I was not expecting that.

“Umm yea, Yeah sure.” I say fumbling for my phone.

I don’t know why i’m saying yes, but it’s like my brains on autopilot.

Give him my phone, open on contacts and look over at ice whos collecting 20 dollar bills.

I can’t do anything but roll my eyes before Macos gives me my phone back.

“Thank you, hope to see you soon, “ He say with a wink, while walking backwards and turning towards the back of the restaurant.

“I TOLD YALLL!” Ice shouts while waving her new 20 dollars bills at her self.

“Shush ice just eat your food.” I say rolling my eyes.

Caroline nudges me and nods her head up, making me tun around,

Paige and Nika are walking back towards the table.

Paige is walking, lacking her normal confidence, her mind seems somehwere else, and Nika looks, well, pissed to say the least.

They both sit down without saying anything and the table shares looks between each other.

With this new enegery the team eats quietly,

Before anyone can do anything. Paige throws 4- hundred dollar bills down on the table and gets up. Walking towards the door.

Nika huffs and gets up, following Paige.

The team watches them leave and get into their car, Nika starts driving off almost immediately.

Ice turns back from the window and claps her hands with an exhale.

“Well y’all, I guess dinners paid for, and I guess we’re done!” She says while nudging KK

No ones really wanting to stay after the disaster of a dinner we had, everyone starts making there way towards to exit while speaking low, presumably about Paiges dramatic exit.

It’s just me and Caroline remaining, and we start heading towards our car.

In the middle of our quiet drive back I get a text,

Marcos(server): Hey, would you be interested in dinner next weekend? :)

[sturnsblogs]

I don’t know if you do this, but reader is a famous singer (like sabrina carpenter) and pop princess yknow? But she’s been friends with the triplet since she was young, but her and Matt broke up w her cause he thought he was stopping her from making her dreams true but she still best friends with Nick and Chris and they hang out for the first time after the breakup or they go to her concert?

im yapping but just a thought if not it’s totally fine i just loveee ur writing <3

STILL YOURS

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You were a singer—the singer. Everyone knew your name, your songs were everywhere, and your fanbase adored you. Sold-out shows, millions of streams, award nominations—you had it all. But none of it felt complete. Because the one person you wanted to share it with wasn’t here.

Matt.

Your first love. The boy who made you believe in forever, the one you thought would be there through everything. And yet, he wasn’t. You were still close with Chris and Nick, but it wasn’t the same. There was a Matt-shaped hole in your life, and no amount of success could fill it.

Late one night, you found yourself on FaceTime with Nick, the glow of your laptop screen illuminating your tired face. He was applying his Space Camp lip balm—something he did absentmindedly during every call.

“So,” he started, smacking his lips together, “when are you coming to LA?”

You hummed, adjusting your position on the couch. “I think next week.”

Nick’s eyes lit up as he clapped his hands together. “Oh, we’re definitely hanging out. No excuses.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Before Nick could respond, the door behind him swung open, and in walked Chris, his hoodie half-zipped and hair messy from what looked like a long day.

“Who you talking to?” Chris asked, leaning over Nick’s shoulder. The moment he saw you, his face split into a grin. “Oh, shit! Look who it is.”

Your stomach twisted—not because of Chris, but because you caught sight of someone else stepping into the frame.

Matt.

Your breath hitched. He hadn’t changed much. His hair was slightly longer, his jawline a little sharper, but those eyes? The same. Warm blue, filled with something you couldn’t quite place—something that made your chest ache.

The moment your eyes met, everything else blurred away.

Suddenly, you weren’t on FaceTime anymore. You were back in that dimly lit apartment, standing across from him, heart in your throat.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

Your brows furrowed as you stared at him, your voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean?”

Matt ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I mean us. I love you, but… I feel like I’m holding you back.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. “Holding me back? Matt, what are you talking about?”

“You have this huge future ahead of you,” he said, voice thick with something you didn’t want to name. “And I don’t wanna be the reason you don’t take it.”

Tears burned at your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “You think you’re the thing that would stop me?”

Matt’s jaw clenched. “I think I love you too much to risk it.”

And just like that, the memory faded, yanking you back to reality.

Back to the FaceTime call.

Back to Matt, staring at you with that same unreadable expression.

Nick and Chris kept talking, but you couldn’t hear them. All you could hear was your own heartbeat, pounding in your ears as the weight of the past crashed down on you.

The week passed in a blur. Between last-minute packing, rehearsals, and mentally preparing yourself to be back in LA, you barely had time to process what had happened on that FaceTime call. Seeing Matt again, even through a screen, had left you shaken in ways you weren’t ready to admit.

And now, here you were—back in LA.

Nick had insisted on meeting up the moment you landed, dragging you to a cozy, dimly lit café that had become one of his favorite spots. You were expecting just him, maybe Chris, but the second you stepped inside, your breath caught in your throat.

Because Matt was there.

You barely had a chance to react before he was moving toward you, closing the space between you in seconds. No hesitation, no words—just his arms wrapping around you, pulling you in like it hadn’t been months since the last time you touched.

Your heart stuttered as you inhaled, taking in the scent of him—familiar, warm, him. You froze at first, caught off guard, but then your body moved on its own, your arms slipping around his waist, holding on tighter than you meant to.

Chris and Nick exchanged a glance before quietly stepping back, giving you and Matt a moment.

Matt’s grip on you tightened for a second before he exhaled, his voice soft against your hair. “I knew you could do it.”

Your eyes burned at the tenderness in his tone.

“I’ve been keeping up with everything,” he continued, pulling back just enough to look at you. His hands rested on your arms, warm and grounding. “I stream all your music. Every song. And I’m so—” His voice wavered for just a second, but then he smiled, shaking his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

Your breath hitched. He looked at you like he meant it, like no time had passed, like you were still his and he was still yours.

And for a second, just a second, it felt like nothing had changed at all.

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A/N- i hope this is okay (:

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end of an era

[kings-highway]

my totally 100% correct opinion on which haikyuu ships would go canon if it were heterosexual

Kagehina: yes. regardless of which of them were a girl. however they would not get together within the canon of the show but have 1 or 2 almost kisses and then after the series ended you'd find out they got married. Like there'd be 2 lines total talking about them getting married and thats it.

Tsukkiyama: yes. regardless of which of them were a girl. they'd be together at the start of the series and be a relatively boring couple basically just there to make weird heteronormative quips (if yamaguchi were the girl, tsukki would roll his eyes a lot at having to go shopping, etc, and if tsukki were the girl, yamaguchi would be way too insecure about other guys looking at her) BUT late in the series there would be a short arc dedicated to them breaking up and then immediately getting back together and I hate to tell you, it would be cute.

Daisuga: my heart and soul - not in any fucking universe. I dont think there would even be jokes or innuendos about it. I think if Suga were the girl there would even be moments of Daichi like straight up not realizing it. "wdym you cant change with us???" bitches are the Pillars of Reliability for Karasuno they wouldnt bother giving them relationships.

Asanoya: if noya were the girl, yes. If Asahi were the girl, no. Noya could be a fiesty little girlfriend but they'd be too chicken to give a short man a big, bashful ladyfriend and that is the ONLY reason they wouldnt be canon.

Iwaoi: sorry to break it to you but probably not. the writers would be pouting and slamming their fists around like "nooooo they see each other like siblings, we wanted to show male-female friendships were possibleeeeee." however I think the chances would be slightly higher if Iwa were the girl. In that annoying tsundere way of "oh she's never going to admit she likes the guy everyone else also likes" but it would probably only be implied, never canon.

Kyohaba: yes! if Yahaba was the girl. Their entire thing would be switched to "kyotani finding a girl who smacks him around and decides to devote himself to her" where Yabaha would pretend she hates it. Less chance if Kyotani were the girl but I suppose not impossible.

Ushiten: Complicated. I think in general if they were male-female their friendship would play a bigger role. But it would be canon if Ushijima were a girl. Only because of the double standard for women. In the same way that all women characters eventually have children even if they claim they dont like them initially, I think the writers would be too chicken to let a woman be mean and formidable and stern and they would have to temper her with her quirky, ecclectic best friend/boyfriend to make sure people understand she's still Woman. They would be canon within the actual text and not just implied/afterwards but it would only be given enough screen time to establish Ushijima as a feminine woman and then be forgotten so Ushijima could proceed to beat the shit out of whatever team they were up against next. However if Tendou were the girl she would 100% have an overt and obvious crush on Ushijima (probably literally saying she was in love with him out loud) BUT they would let Ushijima keep his intensity and it would only serve to make Tendou quirkier and/or played as a joke, it wouldnt be canon.

Arankita: No! Only because if Kita were a girl, Atsukita would be canon. And I think if Aran were a girl, they would be given a much stronger Best Friends energy in that "male-female friendship" way. both a female kita or a female aran would still be "one of the boys."

Bonus: Atsukita: Yes, but only in promotional media or extras, they wouldnt give screen time to it. Like there'd be a bunch of promotional stuff of like Atsumu picking Kita up or teasing her. yknow.

Bokuaka: Yes, obviously, geez. Doesnt matter which is the girl. Thet would already be in a relationship from the time theyre introduced.

Kuroken: Yes, but they wouldnt get together. It would be like a slow burn where they keep looking at each other with flowers in the background, but it would feel like the writers forgot to put them together. Like the series would end and everyone would go "huh. weird we never got a kuroken confession but alright" No kisses, no hand holding, but like 12 extra minutes of gazing at each other and blushing. But only if Kenma was the girl. If Kuroo was the girl they'd be too chicken á la Asanoya and would instead pull an Iwaoi.

Rarepairs as a general rule are a "No" just due to them not being canon for reasons unrelated to gender, however, I want to shoutout these rarepairs:

Kogagoshi: Wouldnt be canon due to not enough screen time, but regardless of who was the girl, Kogane would have been used as a joke developing a spontaneous crush on Goshiki for the camp that is basically just there for comedic relief

Kenhina: regardless of who was the girl this would be an UNBERABLE implied attraction that serves only to create drama between Kagehina. Like nobody who's read love stories with love triangles before would ever think theyd end up together but the writers would try their fucking best to convince you this was plausible over the obviously intended endgame of kageyama.

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anyway thats just my opinion but Im right so 😌

xx

[strangelysamantha]

break up with your gf ❀

steve harrington x reader.

warnings: infidelity, alcohol/drunk steve.

words: 1,447.

summary: in which steve has trouble in paradise, he goes to you for advice, and while your feelings are prominent, you're unsure of how steve feels about you. you urge him to break up with his girlfriend, since he is clearly very unhappy.

request: yes! from pm!

a/n: i need a speech to text setting except it just reads my mind instead. like and reblog if you enjoy. maybe drop a follow. asks are open, and i have alot of great stories in my drafts. thank you as always. <3

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you saw them in the hallways at school every day. you dreaded it. he sneaks up behind her, lifting her in the air. spinning her around, his hands tight on her waist. he'd spin her around, his full attention on her. the other students rushing to class, and all he'd care about is the brief five minutes he'd get to see her pretty face. small giggles would escape her lips, pure bliss commencing. he would pull her into a deep kiss, she happily kissed him back, her hands tangling in his brown fluffy hair. it was nauseating to watch. seeing them so entranced with each other, you slammed your locker shut, heading to class.

you didn't know why you couldn't leave him alone, let him be happy. have his little romance flourish and have him be satisfied, but something inside you craved his touch, his attention, a few times a month he would get too drunk. immediately his contact would appear on your phone, drunken words filled your screen. he was so sappy, talking about how his girlfriend didn't satisfy him enough. how he needed someone else that would please him fully. he asked if you could stop by to talk, while you hesitated, worried for a set up, you knew you would have regretted not going.

you knock twice, and he swings the door open. "thanks for coming." he got out of the way, welcoming you inside. you hurried through the door, the house was dim, most lights were off since it was so late. he led you to his room, gently shutting his door behind him. "why do you always come when i call?" he asks. his breath reeked of bourbon, and you started to wonder why you even gave him the time of day. "if you need someone, i will be here for you," is all you could say. he nodded.

"she just doesn't get me, yknow?" you follow along, glancing around the room. "it's like she wants me to be better, but in return i'm changing myself for her. she has me doing stuff i would have never done before," you tsk, "why stay if you are unhappy?" he ponders for a moment, "because," he pauses, collecting his thoughts. you wait silently, crossing your legs together. you mouth forms a straight line as he still hadn't given a reason for staying with her. "steve?" he looks back at you, halting his repetitive pacing. "i don't know why i stay, i guess i want it to work out..." he sits beside you on the bed. "you need to break up with your girlfriend." he stays silent after your comment.

you sigh, he places his head on your lap, and you run your hands through his hair. "if you're this unhappy now, how do you think you'll be happy down the line?" he takes a deep breath, your words settling ease over him. "i don't think she even loves me." his tone is laced with sadness, and your heart aches at his puppy dog eyes. "steve, you are very handsome. super funny, and charming. you will be able to find someone who truly deserves your time and energy." he closes his eyes, his hand wraps around your thigh. "what if i hurt her feelings?" you place your hand on his cheek. "but if you stay with her, knowing you aren't fully in it, and she finds out your leading her on, she might hurt more." he nods, appreciating your advice. he lays quietly in your lap; you look down at him. you notice his sleepy eyes and prominent eye bags. "you need rest, honey."

he moves to lay in the middle of the bed. you lift the blanket up, tucking him in. you get up to leave and he reaches for your hand. "stay." you nod, slowly sliding into bed with him. your nerves wash away when he cuddles you, spooning. he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you as close as he can manage. you close your eyes, your mind racing. despite all the times he talked about leaving, and moving on, he never actually did it. this was the third time you had went to steve for support, he'd tell you everything wrong, and any advice you'd give, he'd listen intently, and then immediately do the opposite.

despite how badly you wanted steve, you didn't want to always be a drunken late-night call. you actually liked him, and it was starting to feel like he didn't like you, let alone care about you. you settle into bed with him, you try to clear your cloudy mind. the sound of his small snores allows you to crawl out of his bed. you slip out of his room, headed to the front door. you make it outside, getting in your car and heading back home.

the first thing you see when you open social media is an anniversary post from steves girlfriend. your heart drops to your stomach, you always blamed yourself after going to steve. regardless of the fact he was the one to initiate, you still felt bad afterwards. you click your phone off, already having enough with what you saw. you lay back on your bed, your phone suddenly rings, and its steves contact. you take an unsteady breath, reluctantly answering the call.

"hey." he breathlessly states. "hello," you softly mutter back. "i took your advice. i broke up with her." your heart speeds up at his words. "really? how did it go?" he sighs, "it went okay. she wasn't happy, but she was glad i ended it before things got super serious." you nod, although he couldn't see that on his end. "i'm proud of you, steve." your words have his heart beating out of his chest. "i think i was pretty distracted during the relationship with her," you're puzzled by his words, "what do you mean?" he laughs nervously, "well, i'd really like to try things between us. so many times, i called you, because in the back of my head, i wanted us to be together." his words were the words you've been waiting for, but now hearing them you couldn't help but feel like a rebound.

"steve, i'm not going to be a rebound." you remark, and your tone hurts his feelings. "it won't be like that, i promise. you've showed me so much. you've allowed me to be vulnerable and my authentic self. you make me feel like a good person, without having to change myself in the process." you smile at his confession. "that means a lot steve, and i really like you. are you sure the wound isn't too fresh?" you question, scared for his potential response. "well, i know what i want. and she said she had found someone else too." you're stunned at this, "she moved on already too?" he smirks, "yeah, i guess she wasn't feeling the love either. do you want to come over?" he questions. "yeah, i'll be over soon, okay?" you stand up, grabbing your shoes. "okay, great. i'll see you soon." you say goodbye before ending the call.

you approach steves house, he's waiting outside for you. you walk up to his porch, and he immediately pulls you into a hug, you wrap your arms around his neck. he wraps his arm around your waist, squeezing you. you both pull away. he looks up at the stars, and you follow his gaze. he holds your hand, "can i take you on a date?" you smile brightly, "i would love that steve." he grins, "sleepover?" you bite your lip, "why not." you follow him to his room again, getting deja vu from being here a few hours earlier.

"thank you for sticking by me." he rubs your back, "of course, i do have something to admit though." he frowns at this but urges you to continue. "it was really hard seeing you two in the hallways." he stares into your eyes, "i'm sorry, i didn't even think about that." you shake your head, ensuring he knew it wasn't his fault. "i'm just happy to be with you here now," he laughs, "i wanted to say something sooner, but i was also so scared of the breakup to blow up in my face." you nod, understandingly, "i know, but aren't you relieved now?" you're curious to see how he is feeling.

"very relieved now," you two lay back in his bed, cuddling. "i couldn't have gotten the courage without you." he leans in for a kiss, this one being full of love and need. "what do you want to do?" you stare into his eyes, entranced by his beauty. "i just wanna lay here with you." you giggle, "that can be arranged." he pulls you closer to him, and the two of you lie there embraced with each other.

[burreauxwrites]

“LOATHING” - (joe burrow x oc)

CHAPTER ONE - “forgotten”

word count: 2.5k

warnings: joe is an ass (again, for the plot), ja’marr tries playing mediator, angst

it’s early in the morning, almost too early. with a groggy groan, joe lazily strolls into the building, rubbing his eyes and adjusting his backpack. he has no idea why he chose to do early classes, but it was too late to change his schedule. besides, he doesn’t even have a clue in the world what classes he’d change anyway.

as he’s walking, his friend ja’marr calls out to him. “hey, wait up, man!”

joe turns around, chuckling and fist bumping ja’marr once he approaches. the two are basically peas in a pod. wherever one of them is, the other isn’t too far away. most of joe’s secrets were kept with ja’marr; or at least they are now. back then, it would be winnie who kept his secrets, but the past is the past.

he’s got better things to focus on, like football and all the hot chicks. football more than anything, but girls are a plus too.

as the two walk, ja’marr finally speaks, recalling that first day of school. “hey man,” he starts, sipping his energy drink before continuing, “who was that one girl you bumped into?”

“when?” joe asks, raising an eyebrow as he walks along with ja’marr. he’s kind of a big guy; well, kind of is an understatement. he honestly just bumps into people sometimes. he can’t help it.

“yknow, the first day of school?” ja’marr continues, his tone filled with confusion as if to say ‘is his memory that damn bad?’

after a moment of thinking, joe remembers. he scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “winifred?” he sneers, looking at his friend. “oh, she’s no one. just an old acquaintance.”

ja’marr nodded, tilting his head. “what kind of name is ‘winifred’ though? sounds like an old lady’s name.” he chuckles.

“yeah? well…i don’t know. it’s a stupid name, i’ll tell you that.” joe laughs.

the two continue walking, before ja’marr pipes up again; this time, he has a piece of gossip. “well…i heard through the grapevine,” he looks around, “she’s trying out for the volleyball team.”

…really? joe is in disbelief. winnie never had an athletic bone in her body. she was more of a board game connoisseur. but volleyball? whatever.

“pfft. yeah right,” he brushes ja’marr’s words off, “she can barely kick a ball, let alone hit it with her hands.”

“huh…how do you know that? i thought you were only acquaintances.”

well, ja’marr has a point. but joe wasn’t going to let him know that. “well, i saw her play a bit of sports when we did interact. she was so bad.” he laughs.

soon enough, they make it towards their destination, the first class of the day. it’s math, which is not the most pleasing class to have in the morning. but here they are.

joe and ja’marr find a seat in the back, whispering every now and then as other students piled in. of course, they gawk at the girls who walk in, pointing out the hot ones. typical college guy stuff. nothing out of the ordinary for dudes.

in comes winnie, her hair in a messy bun. she let’s out a small yawn before taking a seat in the middle of the room.

joe’s face immediately drops, and almost turns pale. no way. she’s in this class. she’s going to be in this same class with him. oh god. he looks at ja’marr, who to his surprise, has something nice to say about winnie, calling her “cute”. more like…repulsing for him.

“cmon, man. she seems nice!” ja’marr shrugs, watching as winnie finds a seat.

“you don’t know her like i know her…”

unbeknownst to him, winnie overhears what he says. and it stings. because it’s true. ja’marr doesn’t know her like joe knows her. he didn’t grow up with her and befriend her. but apparently, none of that matters when it comes to what their friendship was.

truthfully, joe doesn’t know her. not anymore.

with a sigh, winnie places her notebook on the desk, holding her pen in her hand as she prepares to take notes.

okay…pythagorean theorem…easy enough to remember. just need to write it down, and-

a faint thwack can be heard as a paper ball hits her in the head. she looks on the floor, picking it up and looking at it. slowly, she unravels it to read what it could possibly say.

good luck with volleyball tryouts, winifred. you aren’t going to make the team. - joey.

asshole…what is his problem?

“miss rosewood,” the professor speaks, her gaze sharp and pointed as she looks at winnie, “care to reveal what’s so important on that piece of paper?”

winnie’s eyes widen. she shakes her head no, waving her hand as well. “no, um, i’m sorry, sir-”

“that wasn’t an offer. it’s a command, miss rosewood.”

really…? she has to read this stupid letter…out loud? she looks around, all the students looking on in expectation and excitement. this will be really funny. at least for joe. winnie? not so much.

her hand shakes as she looks at the letter, reading it with a wobbly voice. “good luck with tryouts, winifred,” she reads, her eyes burning with frustration, hurt…embarrassment. why must this happen to her? why is joe doing this to her? “you aren’t going to make the team…joey.”

some students snicker, others bursting out in pure laughter. those who know joe give looks his way and gave him a thumbs up. there are a few people, mostly girls who feel bad for winnie. one girl says “joe, that was mean…!”

amidst the chaos, the professor sighs in regret, holding his forehead. “forget it…! let’s move on to the next formula you all need to know.” he groans, switching to the next slide.

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after a few classes later, winnie sat in the cafeteria, her mind still foggy with anger and hatred. hatred for joe’s words. hatred for joe. she has no idea what’s gotten into him. this was very much unlike him. not only does he seem to not know her anymore…, she doesn’t know him anymore. she has no clue as to why he’s doing the things he’s doing. but he’s practically tormenting her. he’s making her life a living hell and destroying their friendship.

it hurts her heart; she can’t even find the words to describe how she feels, other than…loathing. she loathes joe. everything he’s doing, and will likely continue to do, pisses her off.

“oh look. it’s winifred.”

speak of the fucking devil. winnie sighs, turning around. “what do you want, joe?” she mumbles, shaking her head in annoyance.

“what? i can’t say hi?” joe throws his hands up as he looks at her, faux confusion in his gaze.

winnie shook her head, sighing as she does. “don’t act like you fucking know me.”

joe’s smirk fades as he hears the hiss in her voice, folding his arms. “well excuse me,” he derides, rolling his eyes, “i’m really just trying to be nice.”

“nice?” winnie asks, laughing a little in disbelief. “you call bumping into me and throwing paper at me nice? humiliating me in front of everyone,” she rants, “you call that shit being nice?”

“oh, toughen up, winifred-”

“stop fucking calling me that!”

everyone nearby turns around. all eyes are on winnie as she lashes out, her eyes filled with unadulterated fury, anger…hurt. she’s pissed. more than pissed.

“i literally want absolutely nothing to do with you, joe. nothing.” winnie forewarns, pointing a shaky finger at him. “so much for you promising to remember me…”

with a cold, calloused stare, joe spoke.

“i don’t remember you.”

“i know…” winnie nods, her eyes filled with tears. “i know you don’t.”

with that, she storms off, leaving the others around to chatter a bit, curious about what the story even is between joe and winnie. with joe’s popularity, most people took his side, as one would expect.

but as far as winnie is concerned, she couldn’t give two shits about who supported him. she’s broken. betrayed. her best friend that she’s known for years, and he’s now treating her like nothing. but if that’s what he wants, then so be it. even if it almost kills her inside, she’ll avoid joe. she’ll go on as if nothing ever happened between them. as if they were never, ever…friends.

“oh my gosh…!” a ditzy blonde named emma chimed, standing next to joe. she flips her hair dramatically, her hand touching his bicep as she looks up at him.

“are you okay?” she inquires, her voice unnecessarily worried and exaggerated, “i saw how she spoke to you. what a bitch!”

joe gazes at emma, shrugging it off, “i’m all good,” he says, smirking and looking at her, “at least i am, now that i’m looking at you.”

the girls nearby all swoon, others talking about wanting their own time with joe. it’s honestly quite ridiculous, basically having his own fanclub of girls. but he takes it all in stride. in fact, one might say he enjoys the attention. having all the eyes on him. it’s exciting, tantalizing even.

and it just might take his mind off of the problems he’s having with winnie. besides, she’s just too…different.

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with a sigh, winnie practiced her jump serve once again. she took a breath, closing her eyes, visualizing all the motions. slowly, she takes two steps, tossing the ball up and hitting it.

she watches, smiling softly as it went over the net. it’s true, she’s never been a ‘sporty’ person. but if there’s anything she liked, it was volleyball. she’d practice all the time as a little girl, watching the olympics and pretending to be like them.

volleyball was her safe haven. it’s always been. even with all the chaos in her life; her parents fighting constantly, her dad being away. if there’s one thing she did have, it was volleyball. and so she knows that with some practice and dedication, she’ll make the team. but…

why did joe’s note hurt so bad?

she’s never doubted herself, at least, not until he decided to be an ass.

“um, excuse me.”

winnie turns, and she sees…ja’marr? that’s odd. what on earth is he doing here?

“oh…hi!” she pauses, looking at him, almost hesitantly. what if he was like joe? arrogant and selfish?

ja’marr grinned, looking down at winnie a bit apologetically. “so uh, i know i’m joe’s friend and all,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck. “and you don’t seem to be on good terms with him. sorry about that.”

winnie shakes her head, giving a reassuring smile of her own. “it’s fine…not your fault,” she says, her voice gentle; she’s naturally soft spoken though anyways. “i really don’t know what’s gotten into him. did he tell you about me?”

“yeah…he uh…he said you guys were old acquaintances.”

wow. acquaintances. of course joe would say that. even though the two had been friends for years. the two literally walked home from school together every single day. if people were ever giving winnie a hard time, joe would threaten to beat them up, just for her.

but yeah…they’re only “old acquaintances.”

sensing winnie’s overall demeanor and tension at the revelation of how joe described her, ja’marr frowned a bit. he doesn’t know anything about their history, but he knows that she must’ve felt some sort of care for joe.

“but…i want to hear from you,” ja’marr folds his arms, watching as winnie continues practicing, “i mean, he almost treats you like…a plague of some sort.”

winnie looks at ja’marr, her gaze softening slightly. it was rare that anyone ever took her side, or even chose to hear her out. no matter what, if something happens, it’s her fault. even as a kid, she was never even allowed to explain herself.

“truthfully,” she hesitates, her voice quiet as she recalls her friendship with joe, “we were close friends. always have been. we first met in the first grade after someone pushed me on the playground.”

winnie laughs, remembering the moment vividly, “he gave me a caramel apple lollipop and played with me for the rest of the time,” she grins sadly, “even when he had friends he was already playing with.”

ja’marr chuckles, looking at winnie. “and it was friendship ever since then?”

“yeah…i mean, we were there for each other. for better or for worse.” winnie recounts. upon recalling the fond memories between her and joe, she sighs. “he was always sweet to me when no one else was.”

ja’marr is…intrigued. they were friends all that time? and not one of them…had a crush on each other? to him, it sounded like one of them, be it winnie or joe, maybe liked each other.

“and then…? why aren’t you guys close now?”

“i moved. i left ohio to go to texas because of my dad’s military job,” winnie resumes, reaching back into the basket of volleyballs, “it was better for him there. but i was…definitely lonely.”

“oh. i’m sorry about that,” ja’marr nods, “and i’m sorry that joe is being the way he is. seems like you guys had history.”

winnie sighs, giving an apathetic shrug. “it’s okay…they say most things are temporary,” she laments.

“seems like our friendship was too.”

ja’marr watches in silence as she serves the ball over the net. damn. he was gonna have a small bone to pick with joe. he doesn’t want to interfere, but maybe he can help him reconcile with winnie. after all, she doesn’t seem too bad.

with a nod, he places his hands in his pockets. “well…i gotta get going,” he says, looking at winnie, smiling softly, “i’ll uh…keep what you said about you and joe in mind-”

“i should’ve told him how i felt.”

pause. as soon as ja’marr almost walks away, he looks at winnie. “what…?”

“that last day…eight grade…when i told him i was moving,” she begins, “i had a small crush on him at the time. but i never said anything…”

“and that’s because…?”

“because i was moving. even if i did tell him, it wouldn’t matter,” winnie ran a hand through her hair, “and i didn’t want to make shit worse. i already told him i was moving.”

ja’marr nods. so his assumption was correct. “well…i’m sorry about that…”

“don’t worry. just,” she pauses, “don’t tell joe about any of this. about the conversation we had. any care i had for him is gone.”

“will do, …uh-”

“winnie…” she confirms her name with a small smile. she’s sure he knows that joe has been calling her winifred, so nows her time to set the record straight.

ja’marr grins, patting winnie’s shoulder fondly.

————————

“she what?”

“look man, this is what she said. she liked you, but never said anything because she was moving.”

joe rolls his eyes, tossing the football to another receiver nearby. “that’s ridiculous. we were never close like that.”

“bro, you don’t get it. she’s mad hurt by how you’re acting,” ja’marr explains, “i don’t what kind of beef you two have, but if y’all just work it out-”

“there’s nothing to work out, ja’marr,” joe snaps coldly, “we’re not friends.”

throwing his hands up, ja’marr sighs. “okay…just saying, man. she’s almost devastated.”

“well,” joe catches the ball, “she can get over it.”

ja’marr feels bad. real bad. but i guess that’s how life it sometimes. people get close, move on, and forget each other.

but to him, winnie hasn’t forgotten.

yes we’re starting off the first chapter with angst 😮‍💨 ALSO joey is not gonna be a butthead the whole fic, i promise <3 he’s just in denial fr.

[hellspawnmotel]

answering more misc asks! below. some of these are weeks old lmao

yes, I saw! tumblr sent me an automated notification about it actually. it's very cool, I've never had my art featured up front on a big website like this before and I was pretty happy about it. the downside is, it's put a target on my back for spambots. not that terrible, but annoying.

I know the first part of this is a joke in regards to the person who sent me nine individual asks with slightly different wording that all started with "so I know you don't like predictions" but I don't know whether the second part is a weird joke the fandom is doing that I missed or just something You came up with and either way I'm afraid to ask for more details on what the hell that means

haha, I wouldn't say I ever left. I just draw what I want or what I find interesting or exciting from day to day and sometimes that's deltarune, but sometimes it isnt. I have an infinite roulette of stuff that's fun to draw spinning in my brain forever.

on dess, I unfortunately can't say I have many concrete ideas. I mostly go by the same popular interpretations as the rest of the fandom- if it ends up being wrong, at least we're all wrong together! and umm, I guess I'd say that I just hope we get to meet her and she gets to do things. I've been reading so much manga from the 70s lately that just the idea of a girl having an active role in a story is exciting to me, lol.

THANK YOU!!! I really really appreciate any love for my OCs and I really want to draw them again soon. there's just never enough goofy girl robots in the world.

technically? for like ten minutes, like ten years ago maybe? I remember starting it and immediately finding it boring and with too many complicated mechanics right at the beginning. but I was a less experienced RPG player then, plus I know it has the same team behind it as octopath, which I love. I go back and forth on whether I want to pursue playing it again or not based on various secondhand information so it's in the realm of "maybe someday".

fuck man that's a really good point. I was getting so many theory asks at once that I kinda skimmed this one but now that I'm reading it I'm like okay you might be onto something there! whether supported further by canon or not, great opportunity for symbolism

ahaha well, that is the thing, I don't have much interest in western RPGs. or yknow, ones that arent purposefully modeled after JRPGs. a lot of it just has to do with the difference in style and presentation- I like pixel art (or early polygons), cute character and monster designs, and turn-based combat. I'm not really interested in a lot of modern JRPGs for the same reason, I just don't like the style as much as how they were 20+ years ago. so.... no, I've never played fallout and I don't have much interest in changing that. if I was going to play one though, I'd choose the first game in the series.

no but I've sure seen gifs of those two dudes gayly becoming one with the cosmos or whatever a whole lot

[reorientation]

I'm very late to this kink but I think I've been in it for years? Not even on purpose.

I live with my roommates, me and my three guy friends 💗 which is funny because it just worked out that way. Anyway, years ago I went through this awful break up and we'll just leave at that. I was crazy about this girl and it like actually messed me up when she broke up with me. So in a really weird mental space but just trying to move on from it, I keep getting crazy drunk with my friends, partying through the pain lol

One in particular, we're pretty tight, I'll call him Zach here. So Zach and I were really close at that time, like really really close, and one night we start doing kind of sexual stuff while really drunk. This wasn't a thing between us at all before that night and I can't remember exactly what lead to it, but yeah we're doing some fool around stuff and then more and then more. I'd never done stuff with guys really, not beyond little party game things, like spin the bottle. He knew that and at one point that night he put it inside me and to be honest I wasn't sure what to think.

I remember at the time wondering if I should stop him or something? I don't know it's kind of funny to think about now, but I was thinking maybe he shouldn't do this, maybe I need to tell him this is too much? It felt really weird and I guess I didn't know if it was in a good way or a bad way yet. But he was saying things like "I can't believe you're letting me do this" and "you're letting me ruin you" and it was so hot that I let him fuck me. Those things he was saying were making me so wet and I guess that's this kink.

He never says that stuff anymore I just remember that being the point where my mind just silenced all the "should I tell him not to?" thoughts and it just went blank while he fucked me. It wasn't crazy good sex, we were really drunk, but it was hot and it was very different from what I was used to.

So all and all this made my other friends jealous because both of us told them. At the time it was really odd! No one saw it coming! So they all wanted a turn lol and I had told them that I found it weirdly hot so of course they both wanted to prove something. Okay one of them, we'll call Tom, wouldn't say that but it's kind of true.

Anyway all three of them got their chance and it just became a thing that would happen pretty frequently. Maybe a few times a week? I'm a very horny person so being single has always been hard on me and on top of that I'm an attention whore. I wouldn't say I'm not a lesbian because I'm still not attracted to men but I am definitely a big enough attention whore that it doesn't matter lol I just like that they all need to get with me.

So over the years this arrangement has been a thing I guess, when I'm single they can just fuck me whenever because my libido is really high. They don't talk about me being a lesbian while we fuck but I notice every once in awhile I find it kind of hot that they might think about getting to fuck a lesbian yknow like they think it might change something? I think about how Zach said that stuff and it still makes me wet, I think I should bring it up to him maybe? But that might be weird.

One of the really juicy things that happened recently was that Tom fucked me really hard. Tom has always been a very sweet kind of guy and he definitely is that guy in bed, but he also hasn't been fucking me at all for the past... five months maybe because he has a serious girlfriend. But a few weeks ago he came home and we were chilling and he got very intense and held me down and fucked me really hard from behind. Like toe curling hard. It was so hot and I had already found this kink so I kept thinking about it as like him trying to "break" me.

He hasn't done anything with me since but I wish they would get in on this kink without me saying anything. I feel like I can't say it because it'd be embarrassing and weird, but it'd also kind of ruin it to ask for it? Or maybe it'd just turn my brain off again when they actually said something and it wouldn't matter?

What a pure, sweet example of lesbian sexuality: a girl who's been maximum-convenience, any-time-you-want pussy for three different men for years, but "wouldn't say that I'm not a lesbian because I'm still not attracted to men".

As if it matters! As if your little categorization criterion means anything when you spend your life taking cock whenever men decide you will!

The very first time a man fucked you, he said the right words to get your mind blank and your pussy wet - and now it's years later, and you've been fucked hundreds of times.

And the funny thing is, they don't even have to earn it by playing with the dykebreaking kink. That's your idea, that you use to get off, and you're hoping that they'll indulge you in it. Countless guys get off to the idea, but I don't know if it even really occurs to the men fucking you anymore: how do you see a girl as a lesbian when you and your buddies have been emptying your balls in her for years?

But if you're too shy to ask them to think of you that way, the solution is easy enough. Have you ever spread your legs for them on top of a lesbian flag? Worn a "This is what a lesbian looks like" shirt until they took it off?

Just remind them what you claim to be, as you keep being a good fucktoy for them. With any luck, they'll laugh at you for it, as they fuck your little "lesbian" brains out.

[klm-zoflorr]

Playing around with writing fonts relating to characters is one of my favorite things to do, I just feel like it tells you.... A lot about the character and how they were raised and what they're trying to project and if they're impatient or not take the time to trace the letters etc... So anyways, I did it for some characters in my TMA superhero AU!

Was originally trying to draw out the miraculous ladybug lovesquare shenanigans going on with some of the characters but yknow. This shall come too.

A few notes:

-I don't know who "Trickster" is, not even lying about it that's just the name of the font and I thought it was cool so putting it in the concept box

-Jane used to have very pretty careful handwriting, but then had her whole breakdown because she couldn't hold the appearances anymore and now she just doesn't really care

-Dr. David's handwriting is actually pretty neat for a doctor. Maybe because he isn't one?

-Dr Magnus/Elias' however... His true handwriting is the one at the bottom (because he's super old and stuff), the other two are when he's really making an effort to change it.

-Martin as a hero tries to project a very clean image, therefore careful properly pretty but a bit bland letters

-yeah i just gave jon a typewriter font

-Sasha's handwriting is fancy already, she just makes it neater as a superhero. Also, Sasha super name reveal! I also think Maelstrom is usually refered to with they/them. Sasha is some flavor of genderqueer and it makes them happy to switch it around for a superhero persona so like! Yay!

-Tim's handwriting is pretty neat, he's just always in a hurry as a hero so Inferno's is always rushed

-Maxwell's handwriting is very pretty. He and Manuela both have a very strong brand as supervillains too.

-Agnes uses a marker when she signs autographs

-Melanie's handwriting is messy, because she learned to write late, didn't particularly care and also did so like 200 years ago when the handwriting was different (?). She doesn't try to switch it up between superhero and civilian persona because she does not care and she's tired

-Michael's has little spirals!

[1byhwng]

Jealousy -황현진

Synopis- you and hyunjin have been dating for 3 years and he was always happy to be around you but something changed. Nothing a little jealousy can’t fix.

warnings: slight-angst/cursing/smut/idk what else /a bit toxic ig

tags: fem reader, mommy kink(?), switch!hyun, switch!reader, p in v penetration, fingering ,oral

A/N- this is my first time writing on Tumblr so…uh it may not be good👍🏽 also it was rushed 🤗

MINORS DNI

Hyunjin walks in from practice avoiding you as always. This has been going on for a month now and you can’t help but wonder if you did something wrong.

You stand up and walk to his room and as you approach the door you can hear his voice, “I wish she would go away sometimes but at the same time I just..never mind.” Something in you turned once he finished speaking and thoughts swarmed through your head.

Despite that you knocked on the door , “hyunjin can we talk?”, after a few moments the door opened hyunjin stood there without any emotion in his eyes. He raised his eyebrow urging her to say something.“I just wanted to ask why you haven’t been talking to me lately.” He looks at you for a moment before walking back in his room avoiding the question.

are you fucking kidding me? You thought

A few weeks later You, Han, Chan, and jeongin are sitting on the couch watching a horror movie. You and Han are sitting together sharing a blanket and Chan has his own that he’s sharing with jeongin. As the movie goes on Han slowly slides his arm around your waist. You could see that he obviously liked you before all of this but you didn’t care and maybe hyunjin wouldn’t either.

After the movie Chan gets up to take a call and that left you, jeongin, and Han. After a moment of silence jeongin speaks up sweet smile “so..how are you and hyunjin?” As soon as he said those words hyunjin miraculously showed up not wanted to start drama you say “we’re “fine” emphasizing the ‘fine’. He’s quiet after that “do you wanna watch another movie while we wait for Chan to get off the phone?” You look at the two boys sitting beside you. Before they could answer hyunjin walks over and grabs your hand and walks to the room without a word. They watch in confusion but shrug it off and still decide to watch a movie.

Once you make it to his room he locks the door. “Hyunjin what the actual fuck is going on with you?!” You have never snapped off at him like this before. He looks at you with a smirk “oh? I’m sorry that my girlfriend was practically letting one of my friends eye fuck her!” You scoff without responding. “Is mommy quiet now? Well don’t worry I have something for you to talk.” You raise an eyebrow at that..he smirks and walks you towards the bed and sits down pulling you on top of him. “Are you serious?! They are in the living room yknow and our walls aren’t thick” he plays with your hair and looks into your eyes as if he was the most innocent person known to man. “Then we have to be fast, right mommy?”

“F-fuck..please” hyunjin whimpers into his hand as you ride his cock slowly purposely grinding against his hips. His hand grip your waist tight as he starts thrusting inside you. “P-please I wanna cum so bad” he groans throwing his head back as his grip on your waist tightens. “Baby what did I say before?” You lean down whisper in his ear lightly stroking his sides. “Don’t c-cum without your permission..” you smile “good..looks like that brat you had is gone now.” He looks up at you with hooded eyes as he bucks his hips up into your cunt his cock going deeper inside of you each time. “Please l-let me, please” with your head buried in his shoulder as he pounds into your cunt drawing loud moans from your lips.

“You’re so tight I can’t-“ his eyes roll back as his orgasm washes over him his hips bucking into yours as his cum fills you completely. Without warning he picks you up making you frown at the emptiness. “Hyun-“

“spread your legs..I want you to cum too” doing as he says you spread your legs giving him full access to whatever he wanted to do. He gives you a lust-filled look before burying his face in your cunt eating you out like a mad man he dips his tongue into your entrance while he looks up at you watching how your face contorts in pleasure as he sucks on your clit and traces your entrance with his fingers before pushing two inside. he looks up and watches how you grab the sheets and cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “C’mon baby let me hear you it doesn’t matter if they’re here or not.” He groans before speeding up the pace with his fingers.“hyun..nghh-fuck I’m so close, p-please” he keeps going while muttering sweet nothings into your ear. “Such a slut for my fingers aren’t you?”

“don’t worry there’s more coming”

A/N: felt cute might delete later 😝

[pazzispizookies]

~~~~~~~Dangerous Question~~~~~~~

Chapter 8; blush

A warning this chapter is Ass lowk So uh hey guys. I know. I know this is very late but tbh I wasn’t feeling very inspired to write the next chapter. Ive been wanting to read more Pazzi content and I think I read every single series on here lol, so the inspiration was low. But still I’m up at 1 am writing this because they won a freaking natty and y’all deserve this. Luv you and give feedback!! That also really inspires me.

Pairing Paige x Azzi

that same night,

A comfortable silence fell through the car,

But this didn’t stop the thoughts racing through the brunettes mind; thoughts filled with the terror of the night, and thoughts about how her best friend had practically saved her life. No. She did save her life.

What did that mean for their freindship? And why was their friendship feeling like a lot more?

Paige pulls into her normal parking spot and opens the car door without looking at Azzi,

She promptly moves over to the passenger side and opens the door.

“What’re you doing Paige? I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not. Stop acting okay and let me help you.”

She leans foward into the car and puts her hands under Azzis scarred knees, and a hand around her back,

She lifts Azzi. And proceeds to carry her into the building.

“Paige! Put me down! I’m not fragile yknow.”

“You’re not, but you’ve been through it. You don’t need to walk when I can carry you just fine.” The blonde replies,

“I heavy, i’m probably straining your back right now. Your scrawny butt isn’t gonna be able to hold me much longer,” Azzi says, her voice still horse from the night.

“Oh yeah?” Paige replies meeting her eyes,

With that, Paige shifts Azzi in her arms, making her legs wrap around her waist, now keeping her arms underneath Azzis thighs that cling to her,

“Paige!” She shouts at the new, oddly intimate position,

“Shut up Az, just put your head down.”

The younger girl doesn’t put up much more of a fight, leaning her head on the blondes shoulder and letting herself be carried to their room.

****

They stumble up the stairs reaching Paiges dorm,

She pulls out her keys to unlock the door, still holding Azzi-now with one arm, and opens the door,

“Yknow we’re here now, you can put me down.” Azzi says softly into the other girls ear,

The proximity of each other is already enough to make Paige’s brain short circuit, but now adding the feeling and sound of Azzi’s voice? She’s done for.

ignoring this Paige responds, “ehhh, I can get you to bed at least,”

Azzi hums in agreement allowing herself to be carried into Paige’s room,

One they enter Paige dorm, she gently places Azzi down on her bed and moves quickly towards her closet disappearing for a few seconds,

Azzi takes the time alone to look around Paige’s room, a place that she loved,

It smelled like Paige, warm sweet and comforting,

It was decorated with shoe boxes, photos of her with basketball greats and signed jerseys, and purple ; purple everything.

Paige returned and throws Azzi some shorts and a t shirt, and walks out of the room allowing her to change in private.

She stands up to get changed, this night has been a lot on her, and even though she was smiling with Paige, the reality of what happened was hitting,

For the fist few moments, she stifled her cries and cleared her thoughts, trying to focus on putting onto the clothes,

But her mind raced, she was drugged that night. She almost died that night. She was taken advantage of by a man, again.

It was too much to think about, it made her chest rise and fall with breaths that were getting quicker and heavier,

She was drugged, she almost died.

The breathing sped up and along with it the shaking started.

Her hands began to tremble as she took her shirt off.

She almost died, she was drugged.

The words echoed in her mind,

Her breathing was so rapid it was hard getting any real oxygen in,

Her legs started to give out, she collapsed onto the floor tucking her knees up to her chin

The crying started but she tried too push it down,

She was drugged.

She almost died.

The shaking became worse and she clutched at her chest with the feeling of choking on air,

“Azzi!” A voice shouted from outside the door,

But she couldn’t respond, her mind was blanking but also racing with what-ifs,

Paige crashed through the door finding Azzi having a panic attack on the floor,

“Az, what’s going on-whats-whats happening,” Paige said panicked sitting down next to Azzi grabbing her shoulders, frantically looking over her as if she was looking for a physical wound,

But Azzi couldn’t respond she could only look up at Paige with her tear filled eyes,

Paige crashed into her, huggin her tightly grabbing her head with her hands as if she was protecting her from falling debris,

“Az, breath for me okay? I-I know it’s hard but you gotta get through this,” She whispered, her voice shaky and wavering,

Azzi tried too breath, she really did, but it was getting hard to stop her sobs, she started bawling and it felt like lava in her throat.

“Az, baby, please.” Paige whispered shakey, the pet name accidentally slipping from her mouth yet again, still holding Azzi tight in embrace,

Azzi focused her thoughts on one thing; the feeling of Paige,

Paiges hands around her, her body weight pressing down on her, her head in the crook of her neck.

Slowly with these thoughts she stabled.

Still crying, but much softer, her spoke, “I was so scared Paige,”

These words felt like they shattered Paiges heart,

Her sweet, loving, beautiful Azzi was a victim too a cruel hateful lust filled person,

It didn’t make any sense why god would do this too a person who brought so much happiness and love into everyone’s life,

Why did it have to be her Azzi?

“I’m so sorry sweet girl, I know you were scared, but you’re safe now. I promise. I’ll always keep you safe Azzi, even if it’s the last thing I do.” Paige said sincerely,

Because it was true, she would die for this girl in her arms without thinking twice.

Azzis sobs had stopped, her breathing slowly coming back into place,

She untucked her head from her knees causing Paige to pull back and meet her gaze,

The blondes eyes were filled with nothing but worry, she was truly scared for her,

The younger girls heart skipped a beat at the sight, knowing that Paige really was willing too do anything for her.

“I just don’t understand what I did to deserve this P, why do they always do this,” she said sniffling,

“Oh Az, you didn’t deserve any of this.”

Azzi shifted slightly, realizing she was just in a bra and her shorts,

Paige glanced down and noticed too, her hands on Azzis bare back and arm.

a blush crept over Paige’s face that Azzi took a mental note of,

“Oh um, how about you get dressed and then we lay down, we can talk.” Paige said with a smile, guiding Azzi off the floor,

Azzi did her best she could too smile back at Paige, and turned to grab the shirt and shorts she had tossed her before,

“um, don’t leave. Just yknow turn around.” She called out as Paige started moving towards the door.

“Oh- okay yeah.” The blonde responded, trying to hide the unsureness in her voice,

She turned around her covered her eyes like a little kid, which caused a light laugh to come from Azzi,

“You’re a dork.” She said fondly,

Paige just grinned still covering her eyes,

“You love me and my dorkiness,”

“Yeah, I do.” she meant it.

Not in the way she was supposed to love her best friend.

She realized in this moment, things had changed.

She was in love with her best friend.

Romantically in love with her.

Which scared the shit out of her.

Azzi was straight,

She was straight but found herself catching glimpses of Paige when she was working out, her eyes lingering for too long,

She was straight but she never wanted to date any guys, just chalking it up too none being her type,

She was straight but the idea of spending her rest of her life with a man felt like drowning.

She was straight, but the idea of spending the rest of her life with her best friend felt like a fantasy.

Azzi was anything but straight.

“All right, you can open your eyes now,”

Paige on command opened her eyes,

Almost like the 15 seconds of Azzi not being in her view made her forgot just how gorgeous she was,

Now looking at Azzi in her number 5 unconn shirt and short pj shorts she had left the last time she had spent the night, Paige thought she was the most beautiful person ever.

“Again?” The brunette said causing Paige to snap out of her thoughts.

“Again what?” She replied confused,

“You’re blushing so much you look like a damn Sephora Ad beuckers.”

“Shut up I am not.” Paige said moving towards her light and turing it off in hopes of not getting caught anymore throughout the night.

Azzi hummed and slid into Paiges bed, sighing once her head hit the pillow,

The sight of Azzi tucked into Paiges purple sheet, dimly lit by the warm glow of the moon outside was enough to make her heart burst.

She taped the spot next to her motioning for Paige to lay down,

Paige slid in next to Azzi,

As soon as she did, the burtnette fell into place moving her head onto Paige’s chest,

The blonde moved her hand up too her head and started slowly stroking through her curls,

They sat in sinlence for awhile, listening too each other breathe,

[dis-astre]

BREAKDOWN OF LES MISÉRABLES IN FRANCE : ACT II

and i'll be trying to gather my thoughts in a condensed and cohesive way (update, i failed. it's a very long post.) even if yesterday i had to yap for 10 minutes worth of voice messages to my best friend

- ngl i cry at the first notes of act II (and cry at the first note of act I too, but it was to be expected) and just on the overhaul cried a lot

- i felt it was very very quick? again i have vague memories of the west end version sooo but i was moving pretty quickly (maybe also due to the absence of the rotating stage)

- eponine's actress was singing SO GOOD, on my own broke my heart (even tho they changed some lyrics and some of them were... idk maybe too much on the nose in my opinion but eh)

- cosette's actress also was really good, her vibrato and singing was really clear and nice to hear

- enjolras and marius carrying gavroche on their shoulders when javert was discovered and parading him all around the barricade

- R jumping in front of all of les amis screaming something along the lines of LETS GO and was like very excited and ready to fight (it was nice to see him have a lot of stage presence and being involved, like he is here because and for his friends and idk it made drink with me 10 times sadder just with this little intervention)

- R stayed with gavroche all the time, and everytime there was a gunshot he was jumping on him, protecting his tiny body with his (god the kid was SO SMALL it broke my heart, he bet he wasn't even 10 yo)

- a little fall of rain broke my heart (my heart was broken a lot of times here), no one even noticed her dying in marius arms until almost the very end of the song; and at this point it was almost her last words and one of the students realised what was going on and rushed to go get some things to try and save her, came back for her last words and R stopped him like no it's too late

- also during a little fall of rain they made fake rain with the transparency and stuff, and everyone was doing forts with pillow and blankets and cuddling underneath and it was really soft and sad

- drink with me was so different too; basically enjolras and courfeyrac were on the top of the barricade yknow the usual, everyone is cuddling and drinking and trying to keep the spirit, and then for R'a part the acting was so different that i'm used to ! normally i'm used to seeing interpretation when he's soooo drunk and mad and cynical and overhaul this angry desperate drunk and cynical man- but here he was just... sad. like broken, sad and basically crying the whole verse to a point were he was slurring his words and struggling to talk between sobs... and he was so alone in this moment like everyone was just watching him in despair. and then he fells into feuilly's arms, they hug, then he hugs marius

- after drink with me, R takes gavroche in his arms (he's sleeping inside a big blanket) and he goes a bit away from the barricade to sleep cuddling and holding on to him (and also there's a girl with them, she spend all of her time on the barricade taking care of gavroche)

- when gavroche goes outside of the barricade, everyone scream and enjolras and marius try to catch him (and R is like... at the other side of the barricade which makes me so sad bc it's the ONLY time he's not near him and that's when he dies), he goes out and there's a gunshot then his hat goes back inside the barricade in a deadly silence

- when gavroche goes back inside of the barricade to die, he's on top of a bench, sing his little song and then doesn't finish and fall right into R's arms and dies in his arms (i was like kill me now i can't do this anymore)

- R spend all the remaining time of the revolution crying over gavroche body, until one of les amis forces him to his feet and yeet him so he goes and fight one last time

- after gavroche's death (and even eponine's), enjolras slowly shuts down and he almost doesn't speaks or interact with anyone and during drink with me it looks like he's dissociating and... idk i really love this acting choice, on the overhaul he was rlly giving book!enjolras like he wasn't the most talkative and energetic enjolras ever which again i think comes from the fact that the french loves to stay true to the original material and honestly i'm not against it, it gives another perspective on enjolras' character

- and when the last battle comes, he 'snaps' out of it and he's suddlently yelling and all but it just feels like something is broken inside and it's just suicide at this point, like the end feels so empty of hope (kinda mirroring R in drink with me) and it's really painful tbh

- enjolras is the last one to die but the worst thing is that he gets to see everyone die before his eyes, and when R dies, he hides for like almost a minute behind the barricade, breathing heavily and contemplating the bodies of his friends, before taking the flag and jumping in front of the barricade; which was giving suicide and also there's some feelings of guilt in this and i... please put me out of my misery at this point it's too much for my heart

- we got the iconic falling with the red flag on the barricade so yay

- i honestly forgot the song "fureurs cannibales" ("dog eat dog" in the english version) existed but i was pleasantly surprised, thenardier can sing like go off king

- javert suicide was amazing, again this actor is SO GOOD, i loved his singing and acting bc it felt so raw and real and powerful ! he was also on a very high platform so that was a tad bit scary but the staging was super cool on this

- les amis don't appear behind marius during empty chairs at empty tables but on a structure behind him you have shadows drinking and talking and basically it's the shadows of les amis when they were alive in the musain

- the thenardier were so funny during the wedding, and we got to see the orchestra and they interacted with the maestra and it was super fun ! also for the line "this one's queer" (i think it's that i'm not 100% sure), or "c'est une pédale" in french, thenardier pointed at montparnasse's actor and... well yeah mate we knew

- enjolras and valjean shook hands during the finale in heaven and i am unwell

and just on the overhaul i really really liked this production ! i cried so much honestly, the cast was amazing and the new lyrics really added another interesting dimension, and made it less funny than the 1991 version + more modern. i feel so lucky honestly, and i am so so happy