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luveline · 2 days ago

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can you pls do Sirius and his loser!gf <3 where she’s getting insecure about how cool he is and how much of a loser she is so she stops doing her fun little hobbies and tries to change and he can’t wrap his head around it? luv u

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Shaving the backs of your legs is hard, but you only cut yourself once. More of a rash. It’s fine. And buying new clothes is worse, trying everything on, attempting to make outfits you aren’t brave enough to wear, it’s difficult, but Sirius got you a gift card for your birthday with too much money on it anyways. It’s okay. Doing your makeup like this, following the tutorials and learning how to keep a steady hand, it was frustrating, but it’s done now.

You turn in the mirror in silence. Small black dress with a reasonable and yet somehow brave skirt. Loafers, leather, shiny and brown. White socks. Baby sleeves, little silver necklace. You look cute, you do, but Sirius sees you everyday. This was all pointless —he knows you’re a loser already.

He won’t laugh at you, but he’ll raise his brows and whistle or ask what’s gotten into you, because this isn’t normal. You’re not normal.

“Darling,” he says from somewhere downstairs, and you aren’t ever sure if he’s teasing or if he actually thinks you’re his darling, “are you ready to go? Not that you need to rush, but we might have more chance of getting a table if we leave soon.”

“Yeah, two seconds!”

“Okay!” There’s a sound of scuffed boots against the wall. “I’m gonna go find Tilly!”

Tilly’s your little white cat. His suggestion, an uncharacteristic expression of worry. I don’t want you to be lonely, he’d said, though you both know you’re always lonely, less so since you met him. You’re a lonely person, and it’s not anyone’s fault, but Sirius acts as though it’s his and he tries his hardest to fix things. Tilly —his name choice, too, the posh bastard— was a year old by the time you got him and has remained very small. A rescue, he refuses to stay inside and yowls like mad if you restrain him, so you let him out in the garden in the daytime. Your house is far from the beaten path, you don’t worry about him often, and besides, he always comes when Sirius calls.

He barely has to raise his voice for the cat when you hear the tinkle of a jumping bell. “There you are, sweet boy. Yes, hello. You aren’t having anymore ham, it’s your mum’s.”

That’s nice.

You gather some bits into a handbag and wrap a jacket around your strange outfit, ready to head downstairs. You’re hoping Sirius won’t have anything to say about what you’re wearing. You might die.

When you get to the kitchen, Sirius is stroking Tilly’s back as the cat eats a slice of ham from a little saucer on the table. He looks up at your footsteps. Even now, he takes your breath away. It’s a rabid cliche and it couldn’t be more accurate —you choke on your exhale, witness to his good looks in the warm yellow light from the kitchen shade above. Sirius has always been handsome, outspokenly so, and somehow simultaneously there’s an understated quality to him. Perhaps it’s how he’s smiling at you, all warmth and no bravado. Not a lick of performance. You’ll never know why you were the exception, why, that night at the show, surrounded by people far prettier than you are, he’d stopped by your table and said, “Alright?”

Yes, you’d said back. Thank you.

You’re welcome. I’m Sirius.

You know now it was unlike him to act so calmly. He must’ve sensed that grand flirting would’ve scared you off. Not that he doesn’t flirt, does he ever stop? But your Sirius often feels like a secret. He only makes sense with you when you’re alone.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, smug in his way.

“Nothing.”

“Well,” he says, letting the pause between his words breathe deeply, “you look beautiful. But you have a cut?”

You turn your knee to show him more clearly, peering down at it unhappily, “Oh, I know, I cut it in the bath, is it noticeable?”

“It’s fine. Does it hurt?”

You rub your cheek. “No, not really. I’m ready now, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, why are you sorry?” He rubs Tilly’s little snout and stands. “I feel quite stir crazy today. Do you know what I mean? If we weren’t going out for food I’d probably scream.”

Sirius cups your cheek. He’s not particularly gentle, but that doesn’t mean he’s throwing you about either, quick and greedy with his touching in a way that’s never made much sense to you.

He takes your shoulder and ferries you from the house, locks the door, insists on driving. “Tilly’s got the vets on Saturday next, I’ll make sure I’m not doing anything, it’s at five so we’ll go at half four, yeah?”

“Thank you. For sorting everything out.”

“Well, he’s not really a present if I make you do all that stuff, is it?”

“You don’t have to keep paying for his food, though.”

“Shut up, not having this conversation again.” He reaches over the gearstick for your thigh. “You look pretty. Don’t let me embarrass you, but this is quite new, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. I got it with the card you bought me. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.” He frowns. You watch his face as he watches the road, melted by the rough of his hand slipping up and down your thigh. His bracelet tickles as he goes, a ten thread embroidery bracelet you’d woven for him when you were still too scared to call him your boyfriend. He takes good care of it. Never showers with it on, so the colours have stayed bright and clean.

“The makeup is nice, too. You always look nice.”

“Thank you,” you say, covering his hand with your own. This lessens his frown some, but he’s onto you. Suspicious as he parks the car by the pub.

Then a blank slate falls over his pretty features. “Hey, you know what? James said there’s been a huge family of ducks in the pond behind the two for one, should we go have a look? Baby ones, too.”

You grin. “Really?”

“Green ones and everything.”

You scramble out of the car. It’s a little brisk for the outfit you’ve made up, just, all the cool girls on the website you’d browsed for information had nice legs that they used to their advantage, nobody was wearing jeans or tights, just skirts. Skirts skirts skirts. And you like skirts, but you would’ve worn a pair of jeans and a hoodie any other day. It’s only dinner at the two for one.

You and Sirius make your way down from the asphalt to the beaten path, through grass and to the edge of the pond, walking along lain wood chips as the pond opens up and the blue expands nearly further than the eye can see.

“You’re terribly in your head today,” Sirius says.

“Sorry, am I?” you ask.

Not cool. You’re lying about not knowing, but Sirius is kind enough to let it slide. For now. “You are. I was wondering if maybe you aren’t happy in the dress. It really does look lovely, you look lovely. It’s nice that you’re trying something new.”

“But?”

He offers his hand to hold. You let him slip his fingers between yours and squeeze. “No buts. It really is nice. You know I like you in your joggers, but it’s nice to dress up.”

You bite back another useless oh, pulling him toward you as you fall into step. Your arms and your shoulders touch. “Yeah. I don’t look stupid?”

“You don’t look stupid,” he confirms.

“I think I feel stupid.”

“It’s always jarring to try new things. You think everyone can tell, but they can’t.”

“I want this to be me. Like– like, it’s not that I don’t want to dress like this, I do. I don’t think it’s stupid to want to look dressed up or anything…”

“You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

You falter where the wood chips are turned to long, green grass at the edge of the water. “What?”

“Why don’t you make your bracelets anymore?”

“My bracelets?”

“Yeah, and your keychains. You don’t make them. You haven’t been watching your shows, either. I… was worried you were going a bit topsy-turvy. You’ve always been my…” You stare at him, not sure you recognise this Sirius who can’t seem to put words together. “You’re a quiet girl, yeah? You don’t go out much, but I thought you liked things that way. I was wondering if maybe you’re a bit depressed, sweetheart. What do you think? Tell me how you’re feeling.”

You shake your head gently. “Maybe a little, just…”

You cast your eyes to the water. At the other end of the lake, the family of ducks have emerged from by the cattails and the pondweeds, swimming far, far away in a broken V.

You don’t usually keep things from Sirius. It’s a big part of why you love him —he loves to hear you talk. You can chat for hours about nothing at all and he eats it up, interrupting with jokes and kisses and soft touches behind your ear. But what are you supposed to say to him now? I feel like I’m not enough for you, not cool enough, not charming. “Do you ever think it’s sad that I can’t seem to make any good friends?” you ask through a smile. “I try my best. I’ve joined all those clubs and I talk to people on the internet, but somehow I’ve never really made any.”

“You do try your best,” he agrees quietly.

“But you’re, like, the only person I’ve met who properly likes me.”

“That’s not true. I’m just the only person who’s managed to get to know you, it’s not– it’s not as simple as liking you. James really likes you, but I’m your boyfriend and he’s not. It’s circumstance.”

You’re tempted to laugh. “I’m uncool. It’s not funny, it’s quite bad, really, that all my hobbies are stupid, that I never learned how to dress, that– I’m so behind everyone. I think it’s quite miraculous that I have a boyfriend in the first place, but you being my boyfriend? It only happens in books.”

Sirius acts more like himself when you’re done, loosing your hand go to grab you by the face. “That’s all rubbish,” he says, pressing a sympathetic kiss to the space between your eyebrows. He lingers there, forcing you to shut your eyes tightly. “Yeah? That’s rubbish, you know that’s rubbish. You do. You’ve thought about it too much and you’re not feeling the best and you’ve, like, twisted it up. Because you aren’t uncool, and you aren’t stupid, and this doesn’t just happen in books. It happens in real life, that’s why people write about it.” He’s drawn away, frowning in the frame of your parting lashes. “The things you like aren’t stupid, sweetheart, they’re just not all the same as everyone else. It’s okay to be a bit different, it’s not like you’re an alien. There are tons of girls who like to do your crafts and watch those long tv shows and stuff, you don’t think they’re weird, do you?”

You shake your head.

“No.” He relaxes his hold on your face, his hands slipping to the curves of your neck. “I quite like you, which you know. I like that you’re a bit different. I like that you’re quiet with people we don’t know, ‘cos you’re not shy with me. You’re just you, my girl.”

“I know you like me,” you murmur.

It doesn’t help you like yourself as much as you both might hope, but it’s not anything to shake your head at, either.

Sirius manoeuvres you in front of him, his face pressed to the side of your head and his arms coming to hold you at your chest, encouraging you to look out at the water. It ripples with the flock of coming ducks. “Shiny heads,” you mumble.

“They are much prettier,” he says. “Bet all the other ducks think they’re weird.”

“Shush,” you mumble, wishing he’d say more as he draws a heart into your chest with his thumb. You can feel it despite your layers.

“Bet they love doing weird duck stuff.”

“Subtle.”

“I’m not subtle, and I never will be, and you don’t mind.”

It’s heavy-handed but effective. You relax into Sirius’ chest and find yourself suddenly eager to come clean completely, to tell him every detail of the worries you’ve worried these last few weeks, but you wonder if there’s a point. It’ll upset him if he knows how deeply your self-disdain runs, and it’s not as though it makes you feel better to confess to it.

He noses at the soft skin beside your eye. “You know there’s nothing wrong with you, don’t you?”

“I don’t know that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You lean back fully. “Thanks,” you say. Your mouth feels heavy with honey.

Sirius points at a duck splitting off from the group. “That’s one of the babies. Cute. And friendless for now, but I bet soon–”

You turn in his arms and wrap your own around his neck. “It’s not about friends, Sirius.”

“I know.”

He gives you a quick, loving cuddle by the water and pulls apart from you with a twinkle in his eye you recognise and revere. When he spends the evening doting, kissing, and being altogether too touchy, you want to be embarrassed, rejecting his affection because you begged for it with your awkward confession, but you let him be kind to you because you love him, and he loves you, no matter how many ways you might try to change.

He sees you smiling dopily at him over dessert and asks if you’d like to be spoon fed. Won’t get anything on your dress, swear.

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thebajablaster · 2 days ago

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i will probably Never Post Art of them but doing this for my original ocs because i love them and their 2nd anniv is coming soon (i lied might post art for the 2yr)

btw their names are rowyn and cassius

jonestly i think rowyn just met cass in the back of a bar and was like "oh this twink isnt doing so good"

theyve known each other for ~6yrs. give or take i love timelines (no)

rowyn just thought cass was pathetic as hell and cass just was like... zomg a man

cassius definitely positively. he's really attached to rowyn but will feign ignorance if someone tells rowyn he cares. rowyn actually would give an unassuming carefully neutral statement, but he cares for cass a lot too

they have their squabbles, but have a healthy and mostly stable relationship

cass just likes to help rowyn with cases. thats it lmao

they see each other at work, sometimes off if cass gets drunk but its mostly reprimands and a drive home

rowyn is kinda curt, and cass just drives him insane with nagging- pretty stereotypical office workplace relationship. like think irv and dylan severance almost idk T^T but for meaningful gestures, since rowyns always burnt out, cass always has a blanket in his office to put over rowyn at his desk when he inevitably passes out there

theyre both VERY stubborn. also very loyal not just to each other but to everyone they care about

cass is much more expressive with his emotions while rowyn is the bottle-up type

uhh nah not rlly

its a very on-off doomed yaoi tbh. one takes care of the other, the other shrugs it off, etc

when theyre mad, they mostly just ignore each other. cass absolutely hates it and outbursts while rowyn just bottles it up and freaks out at home

i wouldnt say cass has any goals other than staying with rowyn. meanwhile rowyn just wants to make it another year so maybe??

absolutely. they fight sometimes but they would put their life in the trust of the other

rowyn has some mental health stuff, but nothing huge. cassius always promises to stop drinking, but goes back on it sometimes. its not like a huge issue but it annoys rowyn when he has to pick cass up

well rowyn accidentally killed a guy once so

they both see it as temporary but both really want it to be permanent. power is in your hands ig

both wish they were closer fs

one time they went out for a walk together, and they just talked a lot about life. wow that says a lot about how depressing my ocverse is

they had a huge fight a while ago over cass getting drunk and rowyn stopped him from coming to work for a week because he was petty (hes sort of cass's boss? how do i explain ack)

best memory

just people they work with as friends and people they work cases against as enemies tbh

in public more negative, much closer in private

gay

i mean they might kiss??? or kill each other havent decided yet

absolutely. i mentioned it before but theyre really loyal to each other for heavy lore reasons

i might have carpal tunnel

Questions about two of your original characters about their relationship. Should work for friends/lovers/coworkers/enemies/etc, maybe not so much for family, but you're welcome to try!

How did they meet?

How long have these two characters known each other?

What were their first impressions of each other? How does that compare to their impressions of each other now?

How would they describe each other if asked? Physically? In personality?

Do they get along? Why or why not?

Do they have any shared interests/hobbies? Do they ever do these hobbies together?

How often do they see each other? Where do they usually meet?

How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

What is one quality they have in common?

What is one major difference between them?

Does one act as a narrative foil to the other? How so?

Do they have any affection for each other? How do they show it?

Do they have any disdain/contempt for each other? How do they show it?

Do they share the same goals in life?

Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

Is one of them keeping secrets from the other? Why? How would they react if the secret was revealed?

Are they keeping a secret together? How do they feel about that?

Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

Are they satisfied with their relationship? Do they wish they were closer/more distant?

What is their best memory together?

What is their worst memory together?

When were they the most vulnerable with each other?

Do they have any mutual friends? Mutual enemies?

How do these two interact with each other in public versus in private?

If a stranger saw them together, how would they describe their relationship?

How would these characters react to being stuck in a small room with each other?

How far would they go for each other? Would they risk their own lives for each other?

#oc ask game #my fingers are dying #should i draw my ocs after a year now im debating

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northopalshore · 1 day ago

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Jupiter in the

Midheaven persona chart

Jupiter in the Midheaven persona chart tells you about what people adore & respect you for most for i.e your biggest influence in terms of your professional or public appearance. The degree or sign it's in may also tell you what about your career that is revered or celebrated. All content seen here was accumulated through my personal observation. Please do not copy my work ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔฅ🔉

Masterlist| MC Persona Chart masterlist | Venus persona chart masterlist

🪷 Aries (°1,°13,°25) | 1st House

Your rough & tough personality, your no bullshit principle of life & that brazen attitude of yours is what people respect most about you. While some may sugar coat their lives and experiences to make it look pretty or more tolerant, you don't. You're loud, proud & take pride in your ways/experiences and what you've been through. People will respect your struggle and will to survive however you did. Or even just by saying or doing shit nobody else will do. You are raw & truly show yourself as is (albeit quite boldly even if sometimes you share.. too much). You are proud of yourself & do not filter your personality for anything or anyone & that's what people respect. You're a do-er, and most times actions do speak louder than words.

Ex: Cardi B has Jupiter Libra (°13 Aries) in her 4th house. I think she's a great example to give. You definitely see how her fans respect her authenticity & her flaws. Though some people see her as "loud & annoying" those that pay attention know that she's more than that. She's authentic, sweet & can call out bullshit/unfairness when she sees it. She's also vulnerable with her fans & in interviews. She's also notably a mother and has been very outward (sticking to it) on that in recent years.

🪷 Taurus (°2,°14,°26) | 2nd House

Your confidence, sense of responsibility & humility is a highlight of your public image. You may also be very vocal about self love or women's rights & people really connect with that. Your opinion is highly valued , and that groundedness you possess easily allows you to reach people. People find it easy to trust you & depend on you. People also respect you for your ability to put out the right words to move them, or even just move yourself! You are resilient and smart, especially when it comes to expressing yourself through the things you have. People with this placement also make great business owners (& may be respected for that as well). This placement is also good for writers & artists (those that are in journalism or where they speak/write about real experiences) in terms of reputation.

Ex: Namjoon is well known for being the leader of BTS. He has Jupiter (°14 Taurus) in Scorpio the 6th house. Aside from his leadership position in BTS, he is also a man with a good down to earth image. Didn't he accidentally create a "core" what was it. Namjooning? I heard that he wasn't fond of it though; because it felt like he was being commercialized for his lifestyle almost. I've seen some clips of interviews where Namjoon would always hold down the fort for the rest of the guys. He's also known for that mature sensibility he has. His thoughts are also very (aside from the freaky side of him heard through his music lol).

🪷 Gemini (°3,°15,°27) | 3rd House

People adore you for your voice or your writing. Your entertaining personality, your sense of humor and your ability to vocalize your intentions well. For that, people think you are smart and funny. You ask deeper questions, and challenge the people's thoughts/opinions. People adore how well-read & knowledgeable you are! Those with these placements usually are writers, actors or educators (or their job requires them to work with words, teaching or putting their thoughts out there). People adore the things you share or say/ write & even just how you talk in the professional world (under public perception)If you are an actor, you'll find that your lines are quotable due to the fun or catchy quality it has. While Taurus's words are based on experience & gut feeling, yours is based on intuition & research most of the time.

Ex: Marilyn Monroe has Jupiter (°22 Capricorn) in Pisces 3rd house. Though people did mistake her for being the dumb blond stereotype, she was in fact a very intelligent & progressive thinking woman. Especially considering the 50s were still extremely conservative. She has earned a lot of respect for both her beauty & brains.

🪷 Cancer (°4,°16,°28) | 4th House

People find you very emotionally intelligent, and find a lot of comfort within you. People may see you as a mother or a female figure (or just a comforting presence) in their life. They adore how despite the pain or tough experiences you've been through, you still remain kind, generous and open to other people. Being strong in your own way. People also adored your femininity, and reassuring energy. You are not afraid to be emotional, to share your feelings and that vulnerability and people respect you for that. Also, this can make people emotionally invest in you as well or connect with you emotionally. Makes people very fond of you too from what I've seen.

Ex: Markiplier has Jupiter in Cancer (°1 Aries) in the 11th house! Which explains his deep connection with his viewers and reputation for being a softie (there are lots of videos of him crying while expressing his love & gratitude for his supporters). I remember stumbling on one of his older videos in the past, I can't remember the title.. was it I believe in you? Or you can do it? Whenever he opens up, it just feels comforting. You get that intimate feel & know it's coming from the heart. Why? That Aries degree is a no bullshit degree (which also explains the big brute/act first think later tough guy part of him as well that equally adored).

🪷 Leo (°5,°17,°29) | 5th House

You are most respected & likely also adored for your endurance. Aside from your looks, aesthetics and sex appeal of course. Leo's original traits really shine with this placement, you are able to take a lot of pressure & hits and still come out stronger than ever. No matter what industry you are in or what you do for a living, people may look at you as a source of inspiration or "model worker" due to your independence, practicality & creativity. Even in the most mundane job ever, you do it best or give it your all and people can see that.

Ex: The best example I can give you for this placement is Taylor Swift. She has Jupiter in Leo (°2 Taurus) in the 11th house. Aside from her genius lyricism, you cannot deny that what she's MOSt respected & adored for is her positive, resilient nature. People used to talk a lot of shit about her in the past though she did have her own right to a couple crash outs, but in the end she always found a way to get through it & come out better than before.

Also, Christian Yu has Jupiter (°3 Gemini ) in Leo hehe~ if you're familiar with DPR, you'll know. Please look him up! This manifested a bit later for him in general, even though it was definitely there before; it's like redoing things that you've done in the past & giving it new life. Which to me explains that retrograde of his.

🪷 Virgo (°6,°18) | 6th House

Your humble personality, your regime, your hard work & long-term efforts is something that you will gain a lot of respect for. People see that you are one with the things that you do, mind body and soul. Nothing that you do is made for the sake of fun, but rather to achieve something & that is very commendable. You are a perfectionist, and often become the people's support i.e the person everyone runs to for help or advice. People respect how trustworthy & reliable you are. When your assistance is needed, you will always show up or at least show them the right way to do it. Expect to see this pop up in the charts of self made individuals, those that actually deserve their place wherever they are (& quite possibly deserve more than that too). The only downside is that you might get overworked, because you're the person everyone runs to when they need something. If people lose track of what to do, they just hand it over to you lol.

🪷 Libra (°7,°19) | 7th House

People often admire you for your charming, fair personality & looks. It's your agreeable attitude when going about life and how you carry yourself when it comes to your presence. You are the type to "do the right thing" a lot and have a good sense of morals & do not tolerate injustices. Surprisingly this shows that you are more attached to activism ( which is usually seen with Aquarius but not this time around apearantly). Your romantic nature, your love life and sensuality is something people adore or respect about you. In some way, it's your pursuit or romanticism that charms people your way. You could also be respected because of your connections with certain people; your company, business, contract, or even literally your marriage/spouse.

Ex: Prince is a prime example for this in my opinion. Jupiter (°27 Gemini ) in Libra the 4th. His rendezvous with the women he adored also contributed to this adoration as he is not shallow or artificial when it comes to love, sensuality & expression. He was a smart, man with a purpose; there was weight in the things he said & not to mention he knew/mastered how to play multiple instruments & different sounds/genres. Sometimes different genres in the same album or same song! I think he will forever remain iconic in that sense. Many people were fond of him and connected with him on both an intellectual & emotional level and that gained him a lot of respect. Purple Rain is still a sexy staple! Trust me, just watch the musical & you'll get why he's perfect for this example!!

For that spouse or connections part (because hell no am I calling him attractive), there is no better example than Jay-Z . He has Jupiter in Libra (°26 Taurus) 2nd house. I know he's most respected for his business & brand. & ehem, he's literally married to BEYONCÉ wtf. Both of them are powerhouses and that only elevates people's adoration/respect for him. Aside from his very interesting connections (who were also, in fact influential in their own way regardless of their controversy o course). You can't deny that he is a brand that will never leave the celebrity world.

Kim Kardashian has Jupiter (°15 Gemini) in Libra in the 2nd house . Out of all the Kardashians, she has the most iconic lines in the family. She's also a proud woman, a business woman & has been studying law since 2018. Despite her controversy, she is still respected for her eye for business & her powerful connections and just her as a brand. Also, she was most noticeable as Kanye's wife (or rather ex-wife at the moment). She definitely did the right thing ngl.

Guess who also has this? Jungkook. Hah. He has Jupiter (°12 Pisces ) in Aquarius in the 7th house. He is mostly associated with BTS for a large portion of his life & that part will never leave him even if they no longer produce music together in the future. That's part of his legacy. Though, you can expect to see him with his wife in the future but working in a different way (not really leaning into how he did it before) I don't think he'll be "on stage" much after marriage but present in a different way. Side note, but I thought it was funny how both he & Cristian Ronaldo have almost the same Jupiter placement; Aquarius Jupiter (°7 Libra) in the 12th.

🪷 Scorpio (°8,°20) | 8th House

You are most adored for your powerful presence & untouchable energy. In some cases, this could be tied to rap or raw sexual charm. You have a very addictive personality and ability to make anything a "hot item". People may think that you possess a very exclusive energy as well and being able to be in your circle makes them feel lucky or better by association. This placement could mean your ability to be bold (dgaf energy), influence, rap or "control" over something often leaves people in awe of you. You are a force to be reckoned with & people know that. People with this placement change the game in any industry they are in while many others respect it, you also gain very passionate haters/jealousy as well.

Ex: Both Jennie Jupiter in Capricorn (°8 Scorpio) 12th house & Beyoncé Jupiter in Scorpio (°0) 6th house, have Jupiter in Scorpio/Scorpio degree. Both are undoubtedly amended for their powerful stage performances and hypnotizing influence over their respective industry.

Michael Jackson & I have the same placement for Jupiter (°20 Scorpio & °8 degree respectively) in Scorpio 4th house! MJ is a power house when it comes to his career. He had the ability to make anyone & everyone obsessed with him. That power, drive & energy gained him word-wide respect. Also he is known for being a sweetheart, with an innocence rarely ever seen in the industry & always had a love for children and childlike innocence (Despite it biting him in the ass later due to controversy). People adored him for that strong stage presence and kind personality.

As for me, well. You'll see!

🪷 Sagittarius (°9,°21) | 9th House

You are most adored and respected for your diversity, your creativity in storytelling & ability to branch into a wide range of professional fields/skills. People do not only associate you with one position; as you are usually a multitasking genius! Also, people respect you for your ability & drive towards advocating rights, issues and hypocrisy. You reconceptualize what others may have misunderstood & took lightly to. Activism, speaking out against exploitation & supporting social causes. This is what people respect most about you.

Ex: Melanie Martinez has Sagittarius Jupiter (°5 Leo) in the 12th house. She is most respected for her unique artistic vision, creative control, and ability to blend music with storytelling. She thrives in tackling deep themes, builds immersive worlds (through Crybaby's perspective), and stays true to her individuality/brand/vision. In all of her songs, there is always a message intentionally made to reach out to those that need it.

🪷 Capricorn (°10,°22) | 10th House

People adore you most for your talents and dedicated attitude towards your career. Like Jupiter in Aries you do not have a single bullshit bone in your body, and people can see that. People have a lot of respect for you and how you handle yourself in the professional world. Your business and strategic planning/management is something people see and admire most about you. You just know what to do i.e what's good for your image & you are very careful with how you present yourself. In other words, you know the game & how to play it.

Ex: Megan Thee Stallion has Jupiter in Capricorn (°3 Gemini) in the 2nd house. She's funny, relatable, down to earth but still holds herself & her self worth high. She's confident & smart too people and people love how she is not a quitter. She sticks to what she says & she says what she means!

🪷 Aquarius (°11,°23) | 11th House

Your unique, genuine (true to self expression) appeal & aesthetic has a way to pique people's interests. Something about your work has that distinctive flair that people associate you with. Like if you are in the music industry , it's the blend of sound that you use. If you're an artist, it's literally your art style or the exclusive pallet that you use. You have the ability to influence trends and subcultures on the internet. People love how you act the way you want and stay true to your desires & thoughts no matter what industry you are in. You also tend to challenge the norm when it comes to how a person of your status/stature should behave. Can translate to many different scenarios, from a DMV attendant being quick with their work or an older teacher acting lively & enthusiastic even though her coworkers have all lost their spark.

Ex: The best example to give is Lana Del Rey with Jupiter in Aquarius (°10 Capricorn) in the 5th house. She inspired the Sad girl/Americana Tumblr girl aesthetic back in the 2010s and had a lot of people on a chokehold for that aesthetic. Something about that vintage cinematic charm & classic Hollywood aesthetic just bodes well with the internet. Even in recent years, she was the main influence for the "Coquette" style due to her coquette-esque music. Her music is also undeniably a stand out when compared to other musicians of the time. That juxtaposition comes from her brazen attitude (& heavy smoking) despite having such a sweet angelic or ingenuous appearance/energy in her songs.

Also, note that she has a Stellium in the 11th house in her MC PC (Venus in Cancer, Mercury in Leo & Mars in Leo) which heavily contributes to that as well.

Know who else has this placement? Jungkook. Surprised? No.

🪷 Pisces (°12,°24) | 12th House

With Jupiter in this placement, people adore your dualism & mystical appeal. No one really knows what you're up to or what your intentions are behind the personas they see, but you always have a way to make people curious about you. Your sweet, shy personality also makes people fall for your charm quite easily. Your art & aesthetic is the most "eye-catching" point of interest in your career (in whatever industry you may be in one way or another). There could be a haunting ingenuity that comes with it or Venus-like influence as well. If you are a programmer, people love the depth that your work can accomplish along with the compelling cinematography. Your career/reputation could be related to spirituality as well. This makes people feel very connected to you.

Ex: This is a pretty out of place example compared to what I usually give, but Charles Manson has Jupiter in Scorpio (° 18 Virgo) in the 12th house. He is an infamous cult leader who had a lot of charisma (which inevitably helped grow his already manipulative influence). Now, I don't think it's actually something to be "respected" but he is quite famous for that trait of his. I know some freaks look up to him for that. Which really, reaaally shouldn't be the case. That Pisces -Scorpio combination is just power given to the wrong hands.

🔍 Additional note

For those of you wondering if the Midheaven persona chart works the same way as the Ascendant Persona Chart, no it does not. They are vastly different. I've explained in my Ascendant Persona Chart guide & observations post about the latter but essentially; The MC PC entails your grand scheme reputation or public image (which is often tied to your career but not limited to)

While the ASC PC concerns people's perceptions of you on a personal level. In that post I mentioned, I like to say it's how your natal placements are seen through other people's eyes.

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cressidagrey · 2 days ago

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The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Epilogue (The End)

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes:

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

And with that, we have reached the end. I could, as always, write a lot more, (And maybe eventually I will, but for right now, that's where we will leave Lando and Lizzie.)

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Twitch Stream Transcript – Max Fewtrell & Lando Norris

[Stream starts]

Max: Right, chat. I know we’ve been through a lot together. We’ve seen things. We’ve survived things. But I don’t think any of you are ready for what’s about to happen.

Max: Because, somehow, defying all expectations, defying all logic—Lando Norris is actually here.

Chat:

LIAR.

NO WAY.

PROVE IT.

MAX THIS BETTER NOT BE A PRERECORDED AI CLIP.

OH SO HE DOES EXIST.

IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS.

Lando: [over voice chat, deadpan] I hate you.

Max: Gasp. He speaks. It’s real. It’s happening.

Lando: You’re so dramatic.

Max: No, mate, I’m just telling it like it is. The last time we saw you, you were escaping the internet at full speed. Thought you retired. Went off the grid. Became a monk.

Lando: Yeah, well. Things got messy.

Max: Understatement of the year.

Chat:

YEAH NO KIDDING.

THE INTERNET WAS A NIGHTMARE.

LIZZIE DESERVED BETTER.

MARAAA OUR QUEEN.

THE ABLEISM WAS SO BAD.

LANDO DEFENDING HER >>>

Max: So, how’s Lizzie?

Lando: She’s good. Writing, mostly. And making sure I actually sleep.

Max: A saint.

Lando: Obviously.

Chat:

PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS.

SHE NEEDS TO KNOW WE LOVE HER.

I WANT TO SEND HER FANMAIL BUT I’M SCARED.

MARA POST WHEN??

TELL LIZZIE SHE’S A QUEEN.

Max: But mate, you really should’ve warned me before hopping on. Nearly had a heart attack.

Lando: Didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

Max: Didn’t think it was—oh my god. Chat, back me up.

Chat:

IT IS A BIG DEAL.

HISTORIC MOMENT.

LORE DROP.

WE THOUGHT LIZZIE LOGGED YOU OUT FOREVER.

DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR TWITCH PASSWORD??

SHE PROBABLY DRAGGED HIM BACK HERE.

Lando: Actually, she’s in the kitchen right now.

Max: Oh, is she? What’s she doing?

Lando: Giving Mara peanut butter.

Max: …Oh no.

Lando: Yeah.

(And then, as if on cue, absolute chaos erupts in Lando’s mic—loud licking, snuffling, something knocking against furniture. A thump. A very happy dog making a complete racket.)

Max: WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Lando: [muffled laughter] She’s going feral.

Max: CHAT, DO YOU HEAR THIS?

Chat:

MARAAA.

SHE’S EATING LIKE SHE HASN’T BEEN FED IN YEARS.

DOG ASMR STREAM WHEN.

THAT’S THE SOUND OF A QUEEN ENJOYING LIFE.

SHE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF THAT PEANUT BUTTER.

Max: Mate. Your dog is losing it.

Lando: She loves peanut butter.

Max: Yeah, no kidding. It sounds like she’s wrestling it.

Lando: Wouldn’t surprise me.

Max: I swear, chat’s gonna riot if you don’t post a Mara video soon.

Lando: I’ll think about it.

Max: Think about it? No, mate, you don’t understand. Mara is the people’s princess.

Chat:

MARA FOR PRESIDENT.

SHE DESERVES THE WORLD.

THE WAY SHE’S JUST EXISTING AND WE’RE ALL LOSING IT.

THIS IS NOW A MARA FAN STREAM.

GIRLBOSS.

Max: You could literally disappear again for months, but if you drop one single Mara clip, all will be forgiven.

Lando: Huh. Good to know.

Max: Don’t even pretend like you won’t exploit that.

Lando: [grinning] Wouldn’t dream of it.

(Mara, still licking peanut butter, lets out an extremely content sigh.)

Max: Oh, that was adorable.

Lando: Yeah, she’s great.

Max: I can feel chat melting over this.

Chat:

SHE’S SO PRECIOUS.

LIZZIE AND MARA HARD CARRYING THE CONTENT RIGHT NOW.

MARA POST WHEN.

WE DON’T DESERVE HER.

SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS.

Max: Right. Now that we’ve all had our emotional moment over Mara’s peanut butter obsession, shall we actually play the game?

Lando: Probably.

Max: But just so we’re clear—this stream peaked the moment Mara showed up.

Lando: Yeah, I figured.

(Chat spams heart emojis as the game finally begins.)

***

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car PrinceBy June Shepard

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton has built an empire on love stories—intoxicating, sweeping, heart-stopping love stories that have made her one of the most successful romantasy authors of the decade. Her Seasons of Fate series, a four-book saga filled with magic, intrigue, and forbidden romance, has captivated millions worldwide, cementing her place as the reigning queen of the genre.

But even her most devoted readers could never have predicted that she was living out a love story of her own. And certainly not with one of the biggest stars in motorsport.

When Lizzie Treshton walked into the Silverstone paddock in July 2025, hand-in-hand with McLaren’s Lando Norris, social media imploded.

No one had any idea they were together. No rumors, no leaks—just an earth-shattering confirmation that sent both F1 and romantasy Twitter into collective cardiac arrest.

"It wasn’t supposed to be a big thing," Treshton says now, curled up on a sofa in her Surrey flat, a steaming mug of tea in hand. "Lando was racing at Silverstone. I wanted to be there to support him. I didn’t think the world would explode."

Perhaps that was naive. Because if there’s one thing the world loves, it’s an unexpected crossover. And this? This was the ultimate crossover event.

Lando Norris has spent the last six years in the high-pressure world of Formula 1, balancing blistering lap times with an ever-growing fanbase that adores his mix of raw talent, easy charm, and chaotic humor. He’s no stranger to public scrutiny. But even he was caught off guard by the sheer scale of the reaction.

"I knew Lizzie was a big deal," he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "But I didn’t fully grasp it until people started calling me ‘the romantasy book boyfriend of the year.’"

He grins. "I think my sisters are still mad I didn’t tell them who I was dating."

That particular detail has only added to the legend of "Lizzie & Lando." While Norris’s family knew he had a girlfriend, they had no idea it was that Lizzie Treshton—the very same author whose books they had lined up at midnight to buy. His sisters, self-proclaimed romantasy fanatics, took approximately thirty seconds to forgive him before launching into full-scale fangirl mode.

But not everyone has been as welcoming.

Almost immediately after Silverstone, the backlash began. While plenty of fans celebrated the unexpected pairing, others turned vicious. Some called Treshton “undeserving.” Others dismissed the relationship entirely, claiming Norris would eventually move on.

And then there were the ones who went after her health.

Treshton has always been open about living with epilepsy, discussing it occasionally in interviews and social media posts. But being open about something and having it dissected by millions of strangers are two very different things.

Some reactions were cruel—questioning Norris’s commitment, making sweeping judgments about Treshton’s ability to “keep up” with the fast-paced, jet-setting lifestyle of an F1 driver. Others were outright ableist, using her condition as a reason to doubt her place at his side.

Norris, uncharacteristically sharp in his response, took to Instagram. “The way some of you have spoken about Liz—the woman I love—is disgusting. There’s no other way to put it. You’ve taken something she has no control over and used it as an excuse to dehumanize her, to insult her, to act like she isn’t worthy of me.”

McLaren issued a formal statement condemning the backlash, while much of the grid rallied behind Treshton, with drivers like Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc publicly voicing their support.

“It was disgusting,” Treshton says bluntly. “But not surprising.”

"I’ve lost people because of my epilepsy," Treshton says quietly, her fingers tightening around her mug. "People who couldn’t handle it. People who didn’t want to try."

Her mother was one of them.

Treshton doesn’t often talk about her mother, but when she does, it’s with a detachment that speaks of wounds long since buried. "She left when I was young," she says. "Said she couldn’t deal with it. So she didn’t."

She exhales slowly. "I learned early on that some people see epilepsy as an inconvenience. Like it makes you fragile. But it doesn’t make me less. And it sure as hell doesn’t make me unlovable."

Despite the backlash, Treshton and Norris remain unfazed. Their relationship, built away from the public eye, is stronger than the noise that surrounds it.

"Lando makes me feel safe," she admits. "Not in a way that makes me feel like I need protecting, but in a way that reminds me I don’t have to do everything alone."

For Norris, it’s simple. "She’s incredible," he says. "And I’m lucky to have her. End of story."

There’s something almost cinematic about the two of them. The bestselling author who spins love stories for a living. The racing driver who defies speed and gravity every weekend. It’s the kind of pairing that shouldn’t make sense. And yet, it does.

At the end of the day, theirs isn’t just a love story. It’s a story about resilience. About belonging. About choosing each other in a world that constantly tries to tear people down.

When asked what’s next, Treshton shrugs. “I have a book to finish. He has races to win. And beyond that?” She tilts her head, thoughtful. “I think we’ll just keep surprising people.”

One thing is clear: the queen of romantasy and her race car prince are far from a fleeting fairytale.

They’re just getting started.

****

8 December 2024, Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi

The moment Lando stepped out of the car, the world blurred around him. The cheers, the McLaren team swarming in orange, the fireworks—none of it felt real. He had won Abu Dhabi. He had won the Constructors’ Championship for McLaren. After years of dreaming, of heartbreak, of being so close yet so far—he had done it.

His mother reached him first, arms tight around his shoulders, holding him like she never wanted to let go. “Lando,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You’ve made so many people happy today.”

His father clapped a firm hand on his back, pride evident in his expression. His team, his engineers, Zak Brown—everyone was celebrating around him. But Lando was already searching for someone else.

And then he saw her.

Lizzie stood off to the side, wrapped in one of his McLaren jackets, Mara sitting dutifully at her feet. She looked exhausted, and he knew why. Just last night, she had suffered a seizure. He had been with her through it, waiting for the worst to pass. He had told her she didn’t have to come today, that she should stay at the hotel and rest.

But Lizzie was nothing if not stubborn.

Her gaze found his, and her face lit up like the fireworks lighting the sky outside.

He could see how tired she was, though, in the tightness around her eyes, the way her body was still a little stiff.

But she was here.

His feet moved before his brain caught up, and suddenly, she was in front of him, her hands reaching up to his face before he could say a word.

Her fingers traced over his skin, her tired eyes taking him in with a familiar, almost reverent look. It was as if she couldn’t believe he was real. Lando knew the feeling.

“Like I ever would have missed this,” she murmured before he could scold her for being out in the chaos of the paddock. Her thumbs brushed his cheekbones, her voice thick with emotion. “Lando, you did it. You actually did it.”

"You didn't need to come," he whispered. His hands came to rest on her waist, grounding himself. “I was worried about you.”

“And I was never going to miss watching you win,” she said simply, smiling up at him. “I am so proud of you.”

Lando let out a shaky breath.

Then, with the whole world watching, he kissed her.

It was soft, careful—his hands tightening on her waist like he was terrified she might disappear, like he still wasn’t sure if any of this was real. When he pulled back, her eyes were shining, and for the first time since he crossed the finish line, it hit him.

He had everything he had ever wanted.

****

Dedications of The Seasons of Fate:

A Spring of Secrets and Thorns

For Mara—

My steady ground, my quiet guardian, my fiercest protector.

For every unseen battle you’ve helped me fight, for every moment you’ve kept me safe, and for always being by my side—this book, like so much of my life, is possible because of you.

A Summer of Blood and Bloom

For Dad—

For every doctor’s appointment, every sleepless night, and every time you carried the weight of the world so I wouldn’t have to.

You taught me that love doesn’t walk away—it stays, it fights, and it endures. This book is a testament to that, and to you.

An Autumn of Fire and Stone

For Tasha and Aunt Lou—

For the sister I chose and the woman who made us family.

For every page read, every dream encouraged, and every time you reminded me that I was more than my worst days. I am who I am because I had you both beside me. I couldn’t have done this without you.

A Winter of Ash and Starlight

For Lando -

Who taught me that love, like speed, can take your breath away in an instant. You’ve turned the pages of my life in the most unexpected, beautiful way.

Thank you for showing me that sometimes the best stories are the ones you never saw coming.

Ours is my favourite one.

Acknowledgments – A Winter of Ash and Starlight

Writing this book, and really this entire series, has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I never imagined that a story I started one summer in my dad’s garden would turn into this, but here we are. I couldn’t have done it alone, and I wouldn’t have wanted to.

To my dad—thank you for everything. For the late-night talks, the endless encouragement, and the way you always made sure I knew I was enough, just as I am. You’ve been my rock, my biggest supporter, and the reason I never stopped believing I could do this.

To Aunt Lou—you are proof that family is about love, not blood. You didn’t have to be a mother to me, but chose to be anyway. I don’t have the words to properly thank you for that, but I hope you know how much I love you.

To Tasha—my sister in every way that matters. For always having my back, for every chaotic adventure, and for making sure I never forget who I am. You are my favorite person to cause trouble with.

To Mara—my best girl, my constant companion, my real-life guardian angel. You have been curled up beside me through every late-night writing session, every deadline panic, every high and low. There is no version of my life, or this book, without you in it.

This book marks the end of Astrid and Ciaran’s journey—the last chapter of their love story. And in a way, it closes a chapter of my own life, too. Love has a funny way of finding you when you least expect it, and just as I was bringing Astrid and Ciaran home, someone walked into my life and changed everything.

To Lando—who came into my life just as I was closing this chapter and somehow became the best story of all. I don’t know if fate is real, but if it is, I think it was always meant to bring me to you. You walked into my world when I wasn’t sure I deserved something good, and you have never let me forget that I do.

Thank you for every quiet moment and every inside joke. Thank you for the dino nuggets, the peanut butter and the Ferrari Dog Bandanas. Thank you for making me laugh, for making me feel safe, and for proving, every single day, that love isn’t about grand gestures, but about showing up, time and time again.

You have been the greatest plot twist of my life. I love you.

And finally, to the readers—thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you for believing in Astrid and Ciaran, in fate and magic, in love that defies the odds. This world, this story, exists because of you.

Here’s to new stories, new adventures, and finding our own kind of magic. Always.

With love and endless gratitude, Elizabeth Louise Treshton

The End

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bueckersleftbraid · 2 days ago

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pazzi as moms!!

An AU one shot in which Azzi and Paige both play for the Los Angeles Sparks and have a daughter.

wc: 2.9k (sry its short!!)

pls leave live reacts I will love you 4ever!!

p.s. I would possibly be down for writing a part 2 of like this scenario or the flashback?? lmk! <3

“But mommy I don’t wanna!” The little girl whined, her brown curls messy as she had just gotten out of bed. She looked just like her mother- except for those icy blue eyes which some how always persuaded Azzi to give her what she wanted.

“I know Abby baby, but you don’t really have a choice. If you want to see mama and mommy play this weekend, you have to go to school.” Azzi spoke, her voice soft but firm, as she looked down at her mini doppelgänger. The name Abby had come for a sweet girl that was a friend of Paige and Azzi when they played at UConn, someone who they both held close to their hearts. She was a light to all of the girls on the team- and ever since she had met her, even before she passed, Azzi was sure that Abby would be the name of her child in honor of the special girl. Paige had been totally on board with the idea, and didn’t hesitate to agree as Abby was also a memory she would never dare to let go.

“Hmft!” Abby plopped down on the floor, crossing her arms with I pout, “I want mama!” Abby’s voice was whiny, and Azzi knew the little girl wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted. Plus, she could never say no to the eyes that looked almost identical to the ones she fell in love with years ago.

“Okay baby, how about we give mama a call while you get ready for school?” Azzi pulled out her phone from her back pocket and Abby’s face immediately lit up, her arms falling to her side to push herself off the ground. Azzi clicked on the pinned contact and the phone rang only once before a familiar voice echoed through the speaker.

“Hi, what’s up Az?” Paige spoke through the phone. She was clearly in the middle of something, walking swiftly through the city of Los Angeles, car horns and voices bustling around her.

“Abby wants to talk to you while she gets ready, she’s been a real pain this morning. If your busy we don’t-“

“No. No don’t even finish that sentence. I am never to busy for my girls.” Paige said, cutting her off. Azzi gave her a soft smile before handing the phone over to Abby. “Hi my sweet girl. Are you giving mommy a hard time this morning?” Paige cooed through the phone, a smile melting onto her face as soon as she saw her daughter on the screen.

“Nooo mommy wants me to go to school- mama tell her that I don’t have to go to school.” The little girl demanded, a pout still evident on her face.

“Well Abbs, school is important- but how about this? Mommy and I will take you out for ice cream tonight if your good allllll day?” Paige always had a way of annoying Azzi by giving into more than what Abby had asked for.

“Really Mama? Your gonna buy me ice cream??” The little girl sounded ecstatic, her eyes immediately lighting up and the words ice cream.

“Sure sweet girl, anything for you. Now listen to Mommy and get ready for school.” Paige spoke, her face looking up from the phone every few seconds to check her surroundings. Azzi set up the phone against the bathroom mirror before taking a brush and some hair spray to try and tame the toddlers messy curls.

“Mommy I want braids like mama today” Abby spoke as she watched Paige intently through the phone screen, noticing that the blonde had her signature hairstyle in. Paige gave the girl a small smile as she heard her request.

“Okay, and how about a pink bow to match your outfit?” Azzi suggested. Paige and Azzi had both agreed that their daughter would have the best style—no matter where she was going- because she was their daughter after all. Paige and Azzi both being known for their pregame fits, and sometimes accompanied by their daughter— who always wore a matching bow in her hair—had made it their goal to make their daughter an icon in the fashion world before the age of 12. And sometimes accompanied far, they had succeeded.

“Abbs guess who you get to see this weekend?” Paige said, the same smile that had been on her face since she answered the call only growing.

“Who mama?” The little girl said her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

“Well this weekend mama and mommy’s team are playing the Mystics. Do you remember who plays for the Mystics?” Paige said, as she looked down at the phone to see her daughter’s reaction. Abby thought for a second before her face lit up.

“Auntie Lili!!” Abby exclaimed, as Azzi tried to keep her head still so she wouldn’t pull on her hair. The girls chatted until Azzi finished Abby’s hair, and then Abby went to get dressed, leaving Azzi alone in the bathroom with Paige still on the phone.

“I like that color on you baby,” Paige spoke as she stared at Azzi through the phone. Azzi was wearing a brown set, which complimented her skintone perfectly. Really, she had worn it because she knew Paige liked it, but she would never admit that fact.

“Thanks P,” Azzi smile softly at her wife through the phone, “What time do you think you’ll be home? I wanna go for lunch” Azzi spoke as she pulled her hair up into a bun.

“Um.. probably 10? I should be back on the road in a few so maybe even before that.” Paige and Azzi had made the conscious decision to buy a house about an hour away from the city, in Calabasas, wanting a quieter life. Even though they had to go into LA often, they enjoyed having a homier neighborhood to raise their daughter in. Azzi was also very adamant that her daughter not be exposed to the craziness of the city before she was old enough to understand it. So, whenever they went to games, it was a quick in and out.

“Okay, any ideas for lunch? I’m sort of craving a salad.” Azzi had always been one to eat healthy. Paige on the other hand hated vegetables—or anything of the sort. She would much rather have a greasy fast food meal any day of the week.

“How about I take you to Erewhon? My treat.” Paige said, knowing that the store would have something for both of them—despite the high price tag. Paige had been begging Azzi to bring her recently anyway because she was dying to try their Mac and cheese.

“That’s fine with me, just text me when you’re almost home so I’ll be ready” Azzi said as she picked up the phone from the counter and walked into Abby’s room. “Abby baby say bye to mama” Azzi said, handing the phone off to the toddler.

“Bye mama! I love you!” Abby said as she waived to Paige through the screen.

“I love you too sweet girl, be good for mama okay?” Paige said as she looked at her daughter, now dressed in a pink tshirt and jean shorts, and of course wearing her cross necklace to match the ones that adorned both her parents necks daily.

“I will!” Abby said as she handed the phone back to Azzi before scurrying to grab her backpack.

“Safe driving, love you P” Azzi gave her wife a soft smile, taking a second to admire the way the California sun made the blondes blue eyes glow.

“Love you too Az” Paige before hanging up the phone.

——

The breeze of the mid July wind felt perfect against Azzi’s face as they drove on the road with the rolled down. It was the perfect day. The sun was shining and it wasn’t to hot, but just the right amount of warm. Paige’s hand rested against the exposed skin of her wife’s thigh, softly squeezing it every now at then, her thumb subconsciously rubbing against the soft skin. Azzi’s gaze landed outside the passenger window, gazing at the gorgeous view of the coast as they took their favorite drive. They rarely got to take this adventure anymore, since having Abby they’d become busy at every turn. But today was the perfect opportunity, considering Abby was at school and they both had a free schedule. Driving was one of their favorite activities early in their relationship and it always gave them both flashbacks to when Paige had first driven Azzi around Storrs.

Flashback - Summer 2020

“Come on Az, I promise it’s worth it.” Paige had been practically begging Azzi for the last hour to let her take her for a drive around Storrs. The town wasn’t exactly the most exciting place, but Paige knew every corner of it—every shortcut, every hidden gem, every quiet escape. And more than anything, she wanted Azzi to see it the way she did.

She wanted her to see UConn as home.

Azzi sat cross-legged on Paige’s dorm bed, absently scrolling through her phone. She could feel Paige’s gaze on her, those piercing blue eyes, the ones she was slowly falling deeper for by the second, filled with mischief and anticipation. The truth was, Azzi never could resist her.

“Fine. But only a short drive- 30 minutes tops.” Azzi huffed, finally caving.

Paige grinned, triumphant. “You’re gonna love it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but her lips curled slightly at the sight of Paige’s excitement. There was something about her energy, something contagious, something that made Azzi’s carefully built walls lower just a little every time they were together. Paige had a way of making the world feel smaller, like it was just the two of them, like nothing else mattered. And that terrified Azzi more than she was willing to admit.

Paige and Azzi were currently in what one would like the call ‘the in-between’. It was obvious to anyone that there were feelings, and sure, they had made out more than a few times… and maybe more… but, they weren’t dating. Nor had they addressed the butterflies that erupted in their stomachs when they caught each others eyes from across the room, or how the quiet and intimate nights spent together when Paige would visit Azzi in DC felt. They were just… them. Paige and Azzi. P and Az. They were just figuring it out.

Azzi slipped on one of Paige’s many UConn sweatshirts that she had collected through her past few months on campus.

“Hmm.. you look good in husky blue Az,” Paige said, a small smirk growing across her face as she saw Azzi in her sweatshirt, her eyes drifting up and down her figure.

“You think?” Azzi said, not even noticing the smirk on Paige’s face as she looked at herself in the mirror. The choice had always been sort of obvious to Azzi. I mean, playing with 3 of her best friends, Amari, Caroline, and Paige, plus it all being at the Basketball Capital of the World? How could she say no? But she had also been swayed by Maryland—it being close to her family— as well as UCLA, considering it had always been a dream of hers to live in Los Angeles. But despite not telling anyone, her mind was pretty set on UConn. Mostly because of a certain blonde, but she would never admit that.

“Come on Az, let’s go” Paige said, her voice soft as she took Azzi’s hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and pulling her out of her thoughts. Paige always had a way of making the brunette feel safe with the simplest of gestures. And that? That was dangerous.

——

“Paige we’ve been off campus for 20 minutes, where are we going?” Azzi spoke, her voiced tinged with a hit of annoyance, though they both knew she didn’t mind these quiet moments alone with the blonde.

“Almost there, promise.” Paige squeezed her hand softly as her thumb traced over her knuckles.

Eventually, Paige pulled off the main road onto a barely visible dirt path. The car bumped along the uneven ground until they reached what looked like a small, secluded parking area. There wasn’t much to see- just tall grass swaying in the breeze, a hint of water glistening beyond the trees.

Azzi furrowed her brows. “Are you planning to murder me in the woods? Because if so, I’d like to know beforehand.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Just get out of the car, Az.”

She made her way over to the passenger door, continuing the tradition of opening Azzi’s door for her whenever she gave her the chance. She reached out a hand to help her step down from the car and Azzi accepted it, not letting go when she reached the ground. Paige led her down towards the darkness, but then suddenly a dock was illuminated in the distance by a few stands of hanging lights.

“What… what is this?” Azzi’s voice was soft as she looked around. She had never seen or heard of this dock, which was as odd considering it seemed like a pretty nice spot.

“It’s nothing really, Geno’s family owns the lot, but their away right now. He said the team can come here whenever so… I brought you with me.” Paige spoke as she led Azzi down the dock towards the patio furniture that sat at the end.

As they reached the dock Paige sat down, pulling Azzi into her, but Azzi was hesitant.

“Come on Az. No one’s around, just let me hold you,” Paige’s eyes were pleading, she needed this. She needed Azzi. Her Azzi.

The brunette gave in, leaning into Paige’s body- well more like melting into it. She had craved her touch, the closeness that they had lacked since she had last spent a night with Paige.

“I’ve missed you so much Az, more than you’ll ever know” Paige muttered into the cool summer air. Azzi instinctively moved closer, her arms finding their way around Paige’s waist from the side as she inhaled the familiar sent of the blonde. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Paige spoke again, noticing how quite Azzi was. “What’s on your mind pretty girl?”

Azzi exhaled softly before responding, melting impossibly further into Paige’s touch.

“I think I’m gonna commit.” Azzi spoke. Her voice was quick, like she’d been dying to get these words off her chest for weeks.

“Wait Az- seriously?” Paige sat up, meeting her eyes.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I haven’t told anyone yet. You’re the first person I’ve said it out loud to, so you can’t tell anyone yet, okay?”

For a moment, Paige didn’t say anything. Then, suddenly, she was moving- wrapping Azzi in a tight embrace, burying her face in the crook of her neck.

“Oh my god, Az,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Azzi felt a dampness against her skin and realized with a jolt that Paige was crying.

She pulled back, cupping Paige’s face in her hands. “Hey... are you crying?”

Paige let out a watery laugh. “Shut up.”

Azzi smiled, her thumb brushing away a stray tear from Paige’s cheek. “I didn’t think you’d be this emotional about it.”

Paige sniffled, but her grin was unstoppable. “Are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for you to say that since the moment I met you.”

Azzi’s heart flipped in her chest.

She didn’t respond—she didn’t need to. Instead, she leaned in, closing the distance between them in a soft, lingering kiss.

It tasted like promises. Like the start of something real.

And for the first time, Azzi wasn’t scared.

——

Present - June 2031

The engine hummed softly as Paige pulled into the daycare parking lot, easing the car into a shaded spot near the entrance. Azzi sat comfortably in the passenger seat, her head tilted back slightly against the headrest, eyes half-lidded from the warmth of the afternoon sun. The remnants of their afternoon drive still lingered—the salty ocean breeze in their hair, the faint scent of sunscreen on their skin, and the shared laughter that had filled the car as they cruised down the Southern California coast.

It had been a perfect day.

Lunch had been as predictable as ever—Azzi with her fresh Cobb salad, something light yet filling, and Paige with her usual combination of comfort foods. Mac and cheese, strawberries, and grilled chicken. She had barely glanced at the vibrant array of fresh vegetables Erewhon offered, much to Azzi’s amusement.

“I don’t understand how you survive without eating real greens,” Azzi had teased, twirling a forkful of her salad.

Paige had only grinned, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “These count.”

Now, parked in the lot, the golden California sun cast a soft glow across Azzi’s skin, making it nearly impossible for Paige to look away.

The way the sunlight kissed her tan complexion, the way the warmth made her eyes just a shade lighter, like pools of honey—it was almost unfair. Paige had seen Azzi in every possible setting, in every lighting, in every moment of exhaustion, excitement, and everything in between. But somehow, she never got used to how effortlessly stunning she was.

She let out a small breath, shaking her head slightly before speaking.

“You look so beautiful, Az,” Paige murmured, her voice dipping into something softer, something more raw. Her eyes traced every inch of the girl beside her, like she was committing the sight to memory.

Azzi turned, her gaze meeting Paige’s, amusement flickering in her brown eyes at the sudden intensity. But it only lasted a second before something more tender settled in her expression.

“Thank you, baby,” she hummed, reaching out to brush a strand of blonde hair behind Paige’s ear.

Paige swallowed, her heart skipping at the simple touch.

God, she was in so deep.

Azzi’s thumb traced lightly over Paige’s cheekbone, her touch featherlight, but the effect was immediate. Paige felt her breath hitch slightly, her pulse thrumming in her ears.

“You’re staring,” Azzi whispered, tilting her head slightly, her lips curling at the edges.

Paige smirked, but she didn’t look away.

“Can you blame me?”

Azzi laughed softly, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re perfect.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her gaze betrayed her. Paige could tell she liked hearing it, even if she pretended otherwise.

For a moment, they just sat there, the hum of the world outside the car fading into the background. It was these moments Paige cherished the most—the quiet in-between, where nothing needed to be said, where everything they felt was just understood.

A soft buzz interrupted the stillness, Azzi’s phone vibrating against the center console. She glanced at the screen and sighed, stretching slightly before unbuckling her seatbelt.

“Time to pick up the little monster,”

Paige groaned playfully. “I was really enjoying just staring at you.”

Azzi laughed, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the blonde’s cheek. “You’ll survive.”

Paige sighed dramatically, but a smile tugged at her lips as she watched Azzi step out of the car, the sunlight catching in her curls.

Yeah, she was definitely in too deep.

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“Mommy! Mama!” Abby’s excited voice rang through the warm afternoon air as she sprinted across the small daycare yard, her tiny backpack bouncing with each hurried step. Her curls, wild from a day of play, framed her beaming face as she launched herself toward the two women standing at the bottom of the steps.

“Hi sweet girl” Paige cooed as she took her daughter’s backpack and slung it over her shoulder.

“Ready for ice cream Abbs?” Azzi hummed, lifting up her daughter and carrying her on her hip.

“Yes Mommy! Can we go to the beach ice cream shop? So I can see the seals in the water?” Abby said excitedly. She had always loved the ice cream shop that sat across the street from the coast, Ted’s. Coincidentally sharing a name with UConns on campus bar, which Paige and Azzi frequented during their years in college.

As Azzi held Abby close, the little girl wrapped her arms around her neck, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder. Paige reached over, smoothing a few stray curls from Abby’s forehead as they made their way back to the car.

The afternoon sun had started to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the daycare lot. The warmth of California’s breeze wrapped around them, carrying the distant scent of saltwater and summer. It was one of those moments Paige wished she could freeze in time—the three of them together, no rush, no stress, just this.

After buckling Abby into her car seat, Paige slid into the passenger seat while Azzi took the wheel.

“Alright, Ted’s it is,” Azzi said, turning on the car.

“Yay!” Abby cheered from the back.

Paige turned her head for just a second to catch the girls eye, before turning back to the road. “What flavor are you getting, Abbs?”

“Umm…” Abby scrunched her nose, deep in thought. “The chocolate one with the rainbow sprinkles. And the cookie on top!”

Paige gasped playfully. “No way! That’s the best one.”

Abby giggled, kicking her little feet excitedly. “Mommy what are you gonna get?”

Paige glanced at Azzi, smirking. “Let me guess… vanilla?”

Azzi scoffed, crossing her arms. “Excuse me, I have taste.”

“Do you?” Paige teased. “Because all through college, you only ever got plain vanilla or maybe chocolate if you were feeling wild.”

Abby burst into laughter at that, and Azzi rolled her eyes. “Okay, Mommy, what are you getting then?”

Paige shrugged, smirking. “Mint chocolate chip, obviously.”

Azzi groaned, making a dramatic gagging noise. “You would. That is the worst flavor ever.”

Paige gasped, feigning offense. “Oh, we’re breaking up.”

“Too late, you’re stuck with me forever,” Azzi shot back with a mischievous smile as she waived her left hand in the air, flaunting her wedding ring.

Paige shook her head, laughing, as she reached for Azzi’s hand, squeezing it as she drove. It was the simplest of gestures, but it made Azzi’s heart flip, the same way it had when they were just kids navigating their feelings all those years ago.

As they pulled up to Ted’s, the familiar hum of the ocean filled the air, waves crashing in the distance. Abby practically bounced in her seat, eager to get her ice cream and see the seals.

Paige turned to Azzi, watching as she smiled at their daughter, her eyes filled with nothing but love.

This- these little moments, these small but infinite pieces of happiness- this was everything.

And Paige wouldn’t trade it for the world.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #paige x azzi #pazzi #pazzi fics #pazzi crumbs #uconnwbb

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corvidmellow · 2 days ago

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well, i suppose i could...

When the invitation comes, years later, it's nothing less than a work of art, as the baker had supposed it would be. She's pleasantly surprised that the prince remembers her at all, but if nothing else made an impression on him, it seems her tarts sure did.

The off white parchment comes out of the envelope easily, and the card itself is lavishly decorated with gold leaf and floral motifs that bring a smile to the baker's worn face. A gesture to her baking assistant, who in a moment wears a matching smile and blows thick coils of hair out of her eyes to better see the invitation, and soon both women are making plans to not only attend a royal wedding, but cater for it.

Weeks pass, though not without their hurdles, and when it comes time for the ceremony, the baker swears she gains more grey hairs in the moment she watches the king's men unload her cake from her cart than in the entire twenty-five years she's been baking. The few hours between that moment and the ceremony itself fly by, both baker and assistant skipping around one another. They speak not a word, but always know what the other needs.

At the end of it, the baker stands before her own spread, pleased with herself and her work. The pastries and breads stand beautifully in contrast with the charcuterie boards and assorted self serve meals, and that's all she could ask for. The cake is a stunning centerpiece in the bride's favorite flavors, with beautifully piped flowers and vines, and all in all, the baker figures she's done a rather good job.

Now comes the hard part.

Her assistant manages to coax her into something that isn't stained overalls, giggling all the while in her own pale orange dress that stands stark and lovely against her dark skin. By the end of it, the baker huffs alongside her in something that could passably be called a suit, her fiery red hair cascading down her back.

They stand at the back, something the baker is grateful for. She almost falls asleep during the ceremony, and is elbowed awake more than a couple of times by her assistant.

It's the reception, though, that warms the baker's heart.

Here she can see the impact she's made, the happiness she's brought.

All it takes is one moment, a mere second of eye contact, the flash of a smile of recognition, and she knows that the prince has followed her advice.

He not only loves the woman he's married, but she loves him as well. It's evident in their faces and in the brightness of their eyes, in the way that they pull each other across the dance floor, the new princess's wheelchair gliding across the glittering tiles in time with the prince's steps and their smiles never faltering for a moment.

The baker watches them for a moment longer, then has to drop her gaze.

A familiar elbow digs into her ribs and she looks up to meet dark, understanding eyes, blinking what might be tears out of her own. She manages a smile for her assistant, then scrubs a tired, calloused hand over her face.

They've done good.

They'll be alright.

It was announced the prince was looking for a wife, but the baker girl didn’t care. That was until the very tired and sad-looking boy wearing a hoodie and sweatpants bit into a cherry tart, looked as if he was about to weep, and whispered: "She’s the one." Then a bunch of officials entered.

#steel writes #steel bebloggin #ehe

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sleepdeprivedfrfr · 3 days ago

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your husband nanami never really had much to look forward to in his life rather than making enough money to retire and relax, until you came along. he has never failed to make you happy. you were his number one priority. the reason he worked such excruciating hours. all of pain and suffering that went into the money he made meant nothing if he couldn't spend every single penny towards your happiness. I mean the saying is 'happy wife happy life,' right?

except you've noticed how drained of life your husband was chasing money all the time, he would constantly come home exhausted from working over time. you would often find yourself massaging his tense shoulders while he's drifting off in your lap, still dressed in his work clothes. you began baking pastries and other sweets for him while at home because you felt bad for all the work he had been putting himself through,

"sweetheart, these are delicious, where did you learn how to bake like this?" his usual tired and monotone voice was gone, it was replaced with the slightest amount of shock and delight.

"ken I appreciate you being sweet, but it was my first time making it so its okay to tell me if its bad." you smiled up at him.

"my love what makes you think im just being sweet? this is amazing."

from there on out he would nanami would always compliment your baking exceedingly, getting on his knees in front of you right as he walked through the door and the smell of freshly baked buttery sweet bread hit him.

it still hurt your heart to see him so exhausted all the time. so you had the idea to take on a job at a bakery, your interview went well and the manager loved the sample pastry that you made, he gave you the job and the pay wasn't too bad. you were so excited to tell your husband about your new job when he came home because it meant that he wouldn't have to put so much strain on himself anymore and he could relax.

little did you know that it would lead to a small argument, where kento was being the stubborn one, for once.

"love I just don't understand, am I not doing enough?" he placed a hand on your hip and one on your cheek, his eye brows pushed together in confusion.

"ken you don't get it. youre doing TOO much." you grabbed his hand from your face and held it in yours. "you need a break. plus it would be good for me to get out of the house, I can't stand being at home and doing nothing knowing that you can barely get a full night of rest."

"that's not something you need to worry about-"

"ken."

"hm?"

"youre being stubborn. just let me try for a little while, and you can see what its like to have a break hm? if you REALLY don't like it, then ill quit okay?"

"do you really think that you need to take on a job dear? I-"

"kento."

"okay. but if you really don't like it then just tell-" you cut him off with a sweet kiss to his lips. you knew how much your husband hated working, but you also knew he was too stubborn to ask for help.

months had passed and its safe to say that your deal worked out as you and your husband were walking back from the beach during your week long vacation in Malaysia in celebration of your anniversary.

"ken look how pretty that orchid is!" you pointed high up into a tree at a beautiful fully bloomed white orchid that had hints of yellow and pink in the middle.

"hm." was all he replied with a small smile. I reached up and easily picked the flower due to his tall frame, he placed the flower behind your ear and admired it.

"looks even prettier now." he said as he gently cupped your face and pulled you in slowly for a kiss.

now every year on your anniversary without fail, your husband buys you the same exact white orchids with a hint of yellow and pink in the middle imported from Malaysia just to see your face light up all over again.

guess the saying was true.

a/n: this is not proofread and im aware this is ass but does it look igaf...

#can you tell I yearn for a healthy relationship hahaha #nanami #nanami kento #domestic nanami #jujustu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu nanami #nanami fluff #kento fluff #jjk kento #kento nanami #nanami x reader #kento x reader #nanami x you #nanami drabbles #nanami smut #this is so sweet youre gonna get diabetes

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pinkiemachine · 3 days ago

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Hello! I've really enjoyed your work for a while and have a Batman question for you!

How do you feel about Maps?

I HAVE PLANS

I’m just a little nervous to share them because it ties into shipping…

But since someone in the comments asked...

Okay, so, before, during, and/or after Damian's crush on Amythest (link to that full story below) he was going to West-Reeve School and had a group of friends there, including Jon Kent (jus kidding, Jon had a friend group, and Damian just happened to be in it, lol). One of these friends was Mia, aka Maps. Now, like a lot of characters, I haven't gotten around to really truly reading up on Maps as much as I want, so there are a lot of details I'm missing from this story, but what I have so far is:

Maps was always getting caught up in adventures, intentionally or accidentally. She's a bit rambunctious, and very intelligent. For example, she wound up stumbling into a serious criminal case that Damian and Bruce were working on at the time, and she was completely oblivious (like, she was focused on this other thing at the time). Damian was with her during their trip into Metropolis' version of Crime Alley, so he had to protect her from (idk, scarecrow? riddler? whoever, I haven't gotten that far) all while trying to make sure she doesn't notice that he's doing all this karate and parkour and bending over backwards to keep the villains from hurting her. lol. BUT, actually, one day she does notice. One day she puts two and two together and realises that Damian is Robin. She doesn't confront him, though. She actually doesn't tell anyone. Quite frankly, she's a little starstruck at the idea of her classmate being ROBIN, and she doesn't know what to do with that information. She decides to simply keep his secret, for his sake. Imagine if the whole school found out, or worse, Gotham's criminals. But so, to sum up, Dami and Maps are good friends, nothing more.

Eventually, Damian gets kicked out of West-Reeve and starts going to Gotham Academy. Which means he and Maps part ways.

We are now in the depths of high school. I know. Ew. During this time, Damian meets and begins dating Nika, aka Flatline. They have a very exciting, very fun relationship, forged in the heat of youthful passion! Aka, it's cute. But, as time goes on, some of their flaws start cropping up. Like the fact that Damian is beginning to understand what a terrible thing death and killing are, while Nika is actively fascinated by death--drawn to it. She also looks up to Damian's mom for her awesome assassin skills. Also, it begins to become clear that while they do like one another and have fun together, there's not much more to it than that. Nika and Damian both have a hard time communicating their feelings, but after a year of being together, Damian is beginning to want to take the next step, and... Nika isn't.

Valentine's Day. Damian and Nika's first. All of Damian's bat-sibs have been in his ear about how to plan the perfect date--where to go, what to eat, what to wear--they will not shut up about it. In the end, he goes to the trouble of planning out an elaborate date and feels rather proud of himself. He waits at the table for Nika to arrive--since they had agreed to meet at the restaurant--but... she doesn't show. He waits a little longer... he texts her... she still doesn't come and doesn't text. And now he's starting to just feel depressed. He put in a lot of hard work, and she's ghosting him? Why? She's never done that before. It begins to rain outside.

While he's sitting alone at the table, who should approach him but Maps herself, a little older now, and a little more mature. She and her parents are in town for some business stuff her dad's doing and when she spots Damian--out of the manor, alone in the restaurant--she just has to stop and say 'hi.' Well, she ends up saying a lot more than just 'hi.' Damian is happy to see an old friend, and they start talking... and talking some more... there in the cozy restaurant while the rain patters against the windows. Damian is smiling. And laughing. She is too. Then Damian offers to walk Maps home, and they talk a little longer, not wanting the night to end. It's only when they're waving goodbye, and Damian watches that big smile spread across her face and feels his cheeks growing warm that he gets this sinking feeling.

He goes to Dick's house at once, seeking council. It doesn't matter that it's midnight and he's got a baby now, Damian needs to know what just happened and what to do about it. So, tired but sympathetic, Dick lets him in and they talk about the events of the evening. Dick reaffirms what Maps said, "Maybe there's a good reason why Nika didn't show" and that there's no reason to panic. Just take this one day at a time. Nothing truly bad or irreversable has happened yet.

So Damian goes and finds Nika, asking why she flaked on their date, and she says it was an honest mistake. Something (plot) related came up and she forgot to tell Damian that she wouldn't be available anymore. Whoops. So crisis averted. Damian convinces himself that the night with Maps was just two old friends catching up--his relationship with Flatline is fine--and there's nothing to worry about.

Just kidding.

Nika has a few more little incidents after this, like flaking again, or showing up when she wasn't expected (often at inconvenient times) Damian keeps getting frustrated with her, not just because of her seemingly immature behaviour, but also (as stated before) there doesn't seem to be anything truly substancial holding the relationship together besides some rather surface-level things, and Nika is intentionally trying to keep it that way. Eventually, they have a fight where Damian confronts her on this. He just wants to know the real her, he doesn't want just a "fun" relationship. Nika, however, still feels like she isn't ready, and she deflects. She falls back on old habits, she ignores, she retaliates, she tries to make things stay the way they were before, but Damian has outgrown that.

The fight ends bad. They try to make up after, but they have another fight a while later... and then, in a twist, it's Nika who breaks off the relationship. Maybe they could have worked, but... not right now.

When Maps shows up again, it's not as a rebound, don't worry. She shows up as a friend. She's there to console Damian, nothing more. She feels partially responsible for all of this, actually, and regrets any part she played in it, but Damian assures her that this was a long time coming and wasn't her fault. During her visits, they end up talking more, completely just by chance. No pressure, no elaborate dates, just two friends talking. Once Damian is moving on and getting back into his old groove, (aka a brief timeskip) he decides to call up Maps and asks if she would like to hangout.

Not sure how fast I want things to move, or what kinds of challenges they will face as a couple, all I know is... Maps is a serious contender for the title of Mrs. Damian Wayne. I'll leave it at that.

Your thoughts?

Oh, previous stuff about Dami's love life here:

#art #fan art #dc #dc comics #batman #bat family #maps #pinkiemachine studios #pinkiemachine

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luvhughes43 · 2 days ago

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celebrity crush | luke hughes

[luvhughes43 masterlist🌙]

face claim: 1x grammy winning artist tyla

note: i also found this in my drafts from last year😭 apologies for the grammar mistakes ive grown since writing this i swear

summary: luke has a celebrity crush... who may just like him back

ever since luke saw the videos and pictures of you winning your first grammy he was hooked. you were insanely gorgeous, and your singing was just out of this world. he couldn't lie and say that he hadn't watched your water music video on repeat, he was drawn to you in a way he had never been with anyone before.

his whole family knew about his poorly-hidden crush. every time one of your songs would come on the radio jack would smirk and say some stupid comment, and quinn would send luke links to your instagram posts with comments like "your gf just posted!". his parents were kind about it, but they weren't immune to the "she's gorgeous! you should message her!" comments.

if he could he would, he just knew that there was no way you would ever go for him. you were just too damn good.

ynuser

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ynuser some exciting things are coming soon<3

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victoriamonet stunning🤎

user01 why'd luke hughes like this? 😭

user02 because shes hot af and hes a man ?

user03 luke liking this? ohhh i got his tea

user04 love u sm yn!!! youre so insanely talented

now you couldn't lie, after seeing all the comments about luke hughes left on your insta post, you googled him! the first search that popped up was a questions video posted by his nhl team.

"who's your celebrity crush?" the girl behind the camera asks. there were a bunch of different answers, margot robbie, megan fox, jenna ortega... but then the curly hair boy walked into frame.

"who's your celebrity crush?" the girl repeats, and luke blushes before answering, "okay, i'll answer this one"

"my celebrity crush is for sure y/n," he responds with a grin on his face and somebody who must know him really well playfully rolls their eyes as they stride up beside him.

when your screen goes black you pause and take in what you just saw. you replay the video, this time skipping to lukes part, and assess. he was hot and just your type.

while feeling bold, you search luke on instagram and send him a short message: saw your video. im in nj next week for a show, wanna meet up?

ynuser

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ynuser thank u nyc u were a dream! see u next week nj✨

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user05 STUNNING

user06 prettiest girl in the world

user07 both luke and jack liking this? tf is going on🤨

luke wakes up early for practice, something he always likes to do. jack was always loud in the morning and so by waking up early he had some peace and quietly run though his routine.

luke blindly feels around his night stand for his phone as he did all mornings. he scrolls through his notifications, nothing catching his immediate attention. snapchats from friends, instagram tags, a few text messages... nothing out of the ordinary.

he checks instagram first as he likes to do his daily scroll through his feed. he likes a few posts from various sports accounts, before deciding to look through his dms for fun. there were two types of dms, girls tagging him in their stories, or random brands asking for partnerships.

ynuser sent you a message request

luke blinks before slowly tapping accept on the request.

yn: saw your video. im in nj next week for a show, wanna meet up?

...

"what the fuck??" luke shouts, and a second later jack is barging through his door.

"what! what are you screaming about?" hes on edge, sending quick glances around lukes bedroom to try and find the danger.

"she messaged me!"

jack pauses, slowly bringing his gaze back to his brother. "you screamed because a girl... messaged you?"

"yn dmed me!" he replies, and jack immediately perks up.

"theres no way! show me," jack says enthusiastically as he walks over and stares at lukes phone. "she saw the question video? thats insane luck,"

luke just stares at the dm, completely overwhelmed but also at a loss for words. like, of course he wants to meet yn but how does he respond in a cool way? especially when he was freaking out so much.

"what do i say?"

jack stares again, confused as to how luke has no game. "tell her yes?"

"right, okay," luke nods his head. he doesnt start typing right away, and just looks at him blankly. "i cant text back with u standing right there,"

jack laughs before waving his little brother off. "thanks for waking me up,"

"youre welcome! shut the door," luke jokes distractedly. there is no way this is real life.

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user08 luke liking again...

user09 can u blame him? look at her shes so pretty

user10 YOU WERE INSANEEEE ILY

obviously, luke messaged you back and the two of you decided to meet after your first show. you gave him the details of how to meet you backstage, and he had no issues getting through security.

"hey! it's nice to meet you," luke greets you easily. he's a little nervous but he hides it well. there was no way he was going to mess up this introduction.

"hey! i'm y/n," you introduce yourself even though you know luke already knows who you are. "i hope you liked the show!"

"it was - yah it was great," luke responds, and your chest fills with excitement. "i loved it all really, you have such a good voice,"

"thank youuu," youre giggly. gosh he was so cute... his curls look well taken care of, and he's dressed in a clean quarter-zip sweater and a nice pair of jeans. "uh, did you wanna go out to eat or something?" you ask, absolutely starving from your show. you had a break from touring after tonight, so you were free to spend as much time with luke as you wanted.

you were surprised by how quick you got along with luke. you spent most of the night talking over fries and milkshakes, before he took you around the city to show you his favourite spots - most of which were closed at this hour.

"i'm really having fun," you laugh at one of lukes jokes. you can't remember the last time you just wandered around a city and hung out. lately, your life was filled with recording sessions, photoshoots, promotion, and now of course your tour. you wouldnt trade your job for the world but sometimes having your career be your whole life, was a lot.

"i'm having a lot of fun too," luke replies, and the two of you giggle awkwardly as you continue cruising in his car.

when the night reluctantly ends and luke drops you off at your hotel, you insist on exchanging numbers.

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user11 PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!!

user12 luke liking less than a minute after u posted... hes not even trying to hide his crush!

you and luke stayed in touch, never going more than a few days without texting each other. somehow, both of your busy schedules worked out in your favours and you were surprisingly able to relate to each other on a lot of levels.

you guys hung out whenever you were in the same cities, and when your tour was over and luke was heading into the off-season, you two made plans to hang out during the summer as friends.

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trevorzegras didnt know u had it in you

jackhughes worlds most insane pull

_quinnhughes congrats guys!

dylanduke25 respectfully when can i meet her?

user13 YN AND LUKE????

user14 lukes dating yn??? the girl who sang water... the grammy winning artist... the prettiest girl there is... omfg

user15 OMFG??????

user16 shes jawdroppingly gorgeous omfg

user17 need a bf to take pics of me like this so bad

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes insta edit #luke hughes fic #nhl fanfiction

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dollsahoy · 1 day ago

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(disclaimer: I'm not saying your approach is wrong, and I'm not saying mine is objectively correct, I'm saying everyone is different)

The thing is, I have seen so many people who don't realize that these are mistakes at all.

They cut fabric cross grain, with the pattern pieces going every direction, and when the finished garment doesn't fit or hang right, they say "I don't know what I did wrong" and then they do it again in other projects. (I saw one person cut their sleeves cross grain, end up with the sleeves being a bit too tight, then said "Well, it's a Japanese pattern, and Asian people are smaller, so that's probably what went wrong.")

They don't use facings or interfacing (or stay stitching) and just fold and stitch their neckline, and it ends up too big and doesn't lay flat, and they fix it by re-sewing the shoulder seams or adding darts along the edge, not realizing that the neckline itself stretched out because of the lack of the stabilization that comes from facings/interfacing/stay stitching. (And then that neckline frays the first time it's washed.)

They don't notch or clip the curves--which are usually the necklines they skipped the facing on--and they say "This turned out kind of lumpy, I guess I'm just not good at sewing ha ha!"

They line their sheath skirt with quilting cotton and then talk about how they have to constantly adjust that skirt because it sticks to their legs--so annoying! (end of story)

It's really hard to learn from a mistake when you don't know you're making it.

I have a vintage "How To Sew" pattern on my desk right now. Not only does it include facings, but it also includes "A tissue lesson on how to fit a princess dress or jumper." Maybe modern easy/beginner sewing patterns don't think people are capable of sewing facings or clipping seam allowances or using the right kind of lining or cutting fabric out following the grain, but they used to, and people are just as smart now as they were then.

I grew up around sewing, and then I took a sewing course in college. With all respect to my mom, that sewing course taught me things that she didn't know she didn't know. And I've only learned more in the last 30 years, especially how and when the rules can be ignored to get the result I want, and I'd say it was easier for me to figure out where I can deviate because I had that solid foundation in What To Do--I didn't have to figure all of that out for myself first.

Everyone is different! Some people rebel against being told what to do and are happiest figuring it all out themselves, some people take in being told what to do and then start figuring out how to play with the rules, and some people just want to make that cute dress they saw online but don't understand why their version fits weird and think it's just because they made the stitches wrong. And then some of them will abandon sewing completely because they don't have the kind of thought patterns that will really interrogate why things aren't working the way they expect.

My original post was not saying that anyone has to do these things, but I was saying that there are reasons to do them, and thinking that there aren't reasons can lead to predictable issues.

Also, it is very funny (genuinely) to think that I don't still make mistakes. Not only do I still make mistakes, but I share them, so people will know that mistakes are part of sewing, no matter how advanced you are. But they're mistakes I'm aware of making, which are always easier to fix than mistakes I can't even imagine were made at all (which I'm sure I still do, too. I just don't, y'know, know.)

I cannot stress enough that all those things in sewing pattern instructions that seem pointless are actually very important

Yes, how you fold your fabric before putting down the pattern pieces and cutting matters, because it influences how the fabric drapes, and ignoring that can cause fit issues in ways you wouldn't expect

Yes, cutting an entire separate piece to sew to the edge to finish it is going to be better than turning the edge and stitching it on its own, because there are geometry issues in play that make it actually harder to just fold a curve to the inside.

Yes, cutting clips or notches into the seam allowance around curves should always be done, because those geometry issues will work on the seam allowances and keep the curve from laying flat (remember, clip when the curve goes in, notch when the curve goes out)

Yes, interfacing may seem completely superfluous and frustrating and an extra step to work with, but it adds rigidity and stability to areas that need it (especially under buttons)

Yes, using a fun quilting cotton print for lining looks nice, but the point of lining isn't to make the inside pretty as much as it is to make the inside slip smoothly over the layer under it, and quilting cotton is going to instead be prone to grabbing everything under it, so you really should use those annoyingly slippery lining fabrics

Yes, in general, you should use the kind of fabric the pattern tells you to use, because there have been centuries, if not millennia, of people throughout the entire world figuring out what fabric best suits what kind of garment, for reasons beyond aesthetics

I know that a lot of people new to sewing see these things and feel like they're things that just aren't necessary, because they skip them when they sew and the item ends up just fine. And if you don't mind the idea of your clothes looking homemade, then it is fine. But...if you're consistently skipping these things and end up unhappy with how homemade your items look, please consider that that result is at least partly because you're not following the entire directions

"Sewing" involves so much more than just the stitches

#long post #again: not disagreeing with your approach #just saying it no more works for everyone than mine does

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BLLK GUYS AS YOUR PETTY EX

you thought the breakup was civil, but your ex? not so much. turns out, he’s got a petty side that you never knew existed.

when you and bachira broke up, you thought it ended on good terms. so when you told him to come pick up his things, you didn’t think much of it—until the next morning, when you went to grab a pair of socks and realized not a single one had a matching pair. you searched everywhere, convinced you had just misplaced them, until it finally hit you—he took every single match just to mess with you.

you ended things with sendou because you wanted to focus on yourself, and he was surprisingly understanding, claiming he needed to focus on his career too. he didn’t unfollow you on social media, liking your stories occasionally, but every now and then he’d post something like, “some people really fumble blessings 😴,” and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was aimed at you.

nagi never bothered to remove you from his streaming accounts, but he’d definitely mess with your watchlist. he’d delete whatever you were watching, leaving you to start over, and change your profile name to something like “not your personal account” or “who’s watching this?”— petty, but it was hard not to laugh.

after the breakup, sae would randomly venmo you $0.01 with the memo “for the emotional damage,” like it was the most casual thing in the world. you’d get a notification, and it was always the same—just one cent, but the audacity behind it had you questioning whether he was trolling you or genuinely trying to make a point.

you knew chigiri was petty, you saw that throughout the course of your relationship, but the difference was it was never aimed at you. until now. your friend had sent you a screenshot of chigiri’s instagram post — he was at your favorite hidden cafe, the one you’d always kept to yourself. the caption read, “new favorite spot.” you stared at the post, your heart sinking, knowing full well that with his big following, the cafe would be swarming with people now. seriously, chigiri?

you always knew why your relationship with oliver didn’t last—you deserved better. so, when you found someone who made you feel like you were their only one, you went public with it, sharing it proudly on instagram. as for oliver? he reacted to your post with a 😂.

when shidou saw your new boyfriend signed up for a marathon, he didn’t hesitate. he signed up too, made sure to get the best time, and posted a picture of himself crossing the finish line with the caption, ‘beat that’ — just to make sure you knew who really came out on top.

you’ve been getting really into rock climbing lately, feeling proud of your progress, and next thing you know, rin shows up at the climbing gym, acting like he’s been climbing for years. he casually scales the hardest wall with ease, while you’re still trying to figure out how to not fall on your face. he doesn’t smile, just watches you struggle with that intense stare of his, making it clear he’s here to outdo you at your own hobby. now, every time you go, he’s there, silently trying to one-up your climbs.

you always begged barou to stop styling his hair the same way and just let it fall naturally, but he’d never listen. after the breakup, you scrolled through his stories, and there it was—a picture of him with his hair exactly how you always wanted it. no caption, just him casually showing off the thing you’d asked for all along.

isagi keeps liking every single post you make, even the ones about your new relationship, but he’s always the last to do it. he’ll wait just long enough for you to see it, but not so long that it seems like he forgot—just enough to make sure you know he’s still watching.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #barou shoei x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #bachira meguru x reader #oliver aiku x reader #sendou x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #shidou ryusei x reader

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You know cuteness aggression? Okay I've got to post about this because auhsdfkjahdg

So. I think it is so funny that I get cuteness aggression with my military contract buddies who at this point are these like, six-foot guys who eat like bears and have the metabolism of a, well, 20 something year old man who's going into the military. And they all run laps around me when we work out. Could easily send my ass flying. They're attractive men, strong, capable, intelligent. I've seen them mad, and I've seen them goofing off. TLDR: big strong masculine guys, in my head, adorable little guys who just :)))

Anyway, that but with the 141. because they've all seen the HorrorsTM, but like they're adorbs. cod headcanons

Price: The kind of man who walks into a room and everyone straightens up—even ghosts. That voice alone could make a grown man confess to a crime he didn’t commit. He commands respect, strategy pouring off him in waves, like he’s always two steps ahead and already thinking five moves past that. But then he calls someone “son” or ruffles Soap’s hair with a fond grunt, and your heart does a stupid little backflip. He's got that small little smile that makes his nose scrunch and his eyes wrinkle. He looks like he gives warm, solid hugs that smell like tobacco and rain. He’s the kind of dangerous that comes with deep, quiet love. You see him smirk at a teammate’s dumb joke and suddenly your brain screams, “You’re too powerful. Too cute. Sit down. I need to wrap you in a blanket, squeeze that lovely waist, and make you tea before I scream.”

Ghost: Unsettling by default—calm in a way that is more threat than comfort. He moves like smoke and has the stare of a man who’s seen things (he has), a man who's crawled through hell and back to the light of day… he has this subtle, dry humor that sneaks up on you. You’ll catch him giving Soap the side-eye while sipping coffee like the long-suffering lieutenant that he is. He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, he just slides a protein bar into your hand and mutters something like “Didn’t eat today, did you?” in a way that makes your chest hurt. The mask doesn’t hide his warmth, it makes it more intense when it shows. You’ll be minding your business and he says something quietly caring and suddenly you’re thinking, “Oh my god, I’m going to tackle you. Bite you. I’m going to hug you so hard and bury my face so deep into your chest it counts as a threat.”

Gaz: Gaz is quiet competence and sharp eyes, the guy who notices everything and makes it look easy. He cares so deeply, wants it to be right. Wants to do good with a passion something fierce. Kills and moves and learns and fights. Protects. He’s got your back without asking, pulls you out of danger with a firm hand and a quick, “I’ve got you.” He fights like a soldier and jokes like a best friend, charming without trying and always ready to remind someone to hydrate. But then he grins, full and bright, like sunshine through storm clouds, and you’re left staring like an idiot. He calls you “mate” in that soft London accent and you consider violence, affectionate violence, because how dare he be so good at everything and sweet? You’d trust him with your life—and also want to flick the brim of his cap for making your chest feel all warm and weird.

Soap: Johnny is the walking embodiment of chaotic sunshine strapped to a rocket launcher. He’ll laugh mid-gunfight, throw out a bad pun after a breaching charge, and wink like he didn’t just take out a sniper two clicks out. He’s got that devil-may-care grin—but then he says something insightful that shows he’s been watching, listening, really caring, and it knocks you on your ass. You’ll watch this strong, agile, tactically trained man do a parkour move off a wall and immediately trip over his own shoelace, and all you can think is, “I will kiss your forehead and strangle you and tug on that stupid mohawk and squish your cheeks.” He is somehow every golden retriever in a tactical vest and you love him for it.

Anyway, okay byeeeeee

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Sidelines and Spotlights

In this high school AU, Azzi, the star soccer player, and Paige, the standout on the basketball team, have always existed in separate worlds—until a teammate’s crush sparks an unexpected deal. If the soccer team shows up to support basketball, the favor must be returned. What starts as a simple agreement quickly turns into something more as Paige and Azzi find themselves drawn together in ways neither expected. But with growing tensions on and off the court, they’ll have to decide if their connection is just part of the game—or something worth fighting for.

Chapter 2 | Friday Night Lights

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Sliding into the passenger seat of Caroline’s car, Azzi was still buzzing from everything that had just happened. What had started as a casual decision to attend a basketball game—mostly because KK and Gabe had asked—had somehow ended with not one, but two girls blatantly flirting with her. And now, on top of all that, there were going to be even more people at the soccer game tomorrow. She could hardly wrap her head around it.

Her thoughts were cut off as Caroline turned the key, and the radio blasted to life. “Sorry,” Caroline muttered, quickly reaching for the knob to turn down the volume. Azzi barely registered it before she felt Caroline’s gaze on her.

“So,” Caroline started, a teasing lilt in her voice, “how exactly did you walk out of that game with two girlfriends?”

Azzi groaned, leaning her head back against the seat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Care.”

Caroline scoffed. “Az, come on. Piper was practically batting her eyelashes at you, and Paige—” she smirked, “—Paige was ready to stake her claim mid-game.”

Azzi shook her head. “They were just being nice,” she insisted. “And Paige—she’s just… well, she has school spirit. Being a good team captain, supporting our team.”

Caroline snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

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Paige had been nervous all day, second-guessing her plan for the game. The basketball team had decided to make posters for the soccer team, and naturally, she had chosen to make one for Azzi. But that wasn’t all—she had also come up with the idea to make a shirt with a giant “35” on it, something she could pull over her hoodie since it would be cold at the game. The only problem? Paige was much better at sports than arts and crafts.

That’s where Kayla came in. Since she was in art class, Paige had enlisted her help. Paige had tried to contribute, but after the third time she used too much glue and cut the “3” so poorly that it looked more like an open rectangle with a small line, Kayla had all but banned her from helping.

Kayla swatted Paige’s hand away again. “Stop it! You’re going to ruin it.”

“It just has to be visible from far away—it’s a soccer game,” Paige argued.

Kayla rolled her eyes. “I know how soccer games work, Paige. Unlike you, I’ve actually been going to them this year.”

She had a point. Kayla had made friends across different sports teams and always made an effort to support them.

Paige groaned.

“Why are you so jittery about this shirt anyway?” Kayla pressed.

“I’m not,” Paige said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Sure,” Kayla said, smirking. “Whatever you say.”

Paige huffed but gave in. “Fine. Just finish it and give it to KK after our math class, okay?”

“Got it.”

Paige mumbled a quick “thanks” before leaving the art room.

Finally, with Paige out of her hair, Kayla could focus on salvaging whatever mess she had made of the number 35.

Azzi was barely making it through her classes, her mind completely preoccupied with the game that night. As soon as the bell for seventh period rang, she started heading toward the exit—only to hear Caroline call out her name from down the hall.

“Azzi! Wait up!”

Azzi turned just as Caroline caught up to her. “Wanna grab some food?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Azzi said, grateful for the distraction.

Since they had a game that night, Coach Pinoe had let the team out early during 7th period, giving them the perfect excuse to relax before the big match.

Back at Caroline’s house, Azzi, Trinity, and Mal sat around the dinner table as the smell of home-cooked food filled the air. Caroline’s mom walked over, setting plates in front of them with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ducharme!” the girls chimed in unison.

“Of course, girls,” she replied. “Can’t wait to see y’all win tonight!”

Azzi grinned, the pre-game nerves settling just a little. She was ready.

As the team made their way to the sideline to begin warm-ups, Casey’s eyes instinctively drifted toward the bleachers.

“What is she doing here?” Addy mumbled behind her, voice laced with suspicion.

Casey exhaled, shifting uncomfortably. “I honestly don’t know,” she admitted, throwing Addy an apologetic glance.

“Sure you don’t,” Addy muttered, rolling her eyes before turning away to join another line.

Despite herself, Casey stole another glance toward the stands. And there she was—dressed casually in athletic gear, her hair pulled back in a low, messy blonde bun that somehow still looked effortless.

Something stirred deep in Casey’s chest. Was it regret? Or something else entirely?

She wasn’t sure.

What she did know was that her ex never came to a game when they were together. So why now? Why tonight?

On the other end of the field, Azzi led her line through stretches, laser-focused on the game ahead. She was so locked in that she completely missed how packed the bleachers had become—not just with the usual crowd, or the basketball team but others.

Rose was right. Where the girls’ basketball team went, others were sure to follow.

Caroline nudged Trinity, nodding toward the stands. “Look at Aubrey,” she whispered.

Trinity followed her gaze and immediately felt heat rise to her cheeks. There, bundled up against the freezing air, was Aubrey—waving a “Trin for the Win” poster back and forth like her life depended on it.

Trinity blushed and gave a small wave in return.

“Well, that’s cute,” Azzi teased, leaning toward Caroline as they worked through their static stretches.

“If you think that’s cute,” Caroline smirked, “look what blondie did for you.”

Trying to play it cool, Azzi took a quick glance toward the crowd, searching for the blonde. She didn’t have to look far.

There, front and center, Paige stood proudly in an oversized shirt pulled over her hoodie with a bold #35 printed across the front. But what really got Azzi was the sign she held high above her head, scrawled in big, unmistakable letters:

“Fudd Around and Find Out.”

Azzi couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up.

KK sat down beside Paige, nudging her softly. “Do you see her?” she asked, her tone laced with warning.

“Yeah,” Paige murmured, her eyes locked on the field. “She looks great,” she added, almost to herself.

KK nudged her again, more insistently this time. “No—her,” she said, tilting her head toward the opposing team.

Paige followed her gaze, and when her eyes landed on Casey, she froze.

Nika, overhearing the conversation, leaned in. “I didn’t know she went to that school?”

“She moved,” Paige said flatly, still staring.

“I see why,” Nika muttered under her breath.

On the field, warm-ups were wrapping up, and the team had started their first footwork drills. As Addy jogged over to find a partner, she hesitated before turning to Casey.

“Sorry,” Addy said quietly as Casey tossed her the ball. She hit it back, watching Casey’s expression carefully.

“I really don’t know why she’s here,” Casey muttered.

“You swear you haven’t talked to her?” Addy asked.

“No, I haven’t,” Casey said quickly—though if she were being honest, she’d thought about it. More than once.

Addy sighed. “I don’t even know why you’re so upset. I’m dating you, aren’t I?” Casey shot back, a little sharper than intended.

Addy exhaled, clearly tired of the conversation. “Yeah.”

“Then?” Casey challenged, eyes narrowing.

Addy didn’t have an answer. Instead, she just mumbled, “Sorry,” and focused back on the drill, though the tension between them lingered.

“Did you know she moved to this school?” Nika asked.

“Nope,” Paige replied. “But it makes sense.”

Her gaze drifted toward Addy.

The intensity of their conversation didn’t last long as Aubrey jumped up from her seat, yelling, “Come on, let’s go, Panthers!” The entire student section behind them erupted into cheers.

As the pregame clock ticked down, the crowd settled into their seats.

The game had been a battle, just as it always was against Saint Ambrose. But tonight, something felt different to Azzi. She couldn’t quite place it, but one of the opposing players—#23—seemed determined to make her night miserable. No matter where Azzi moved, she was right there, bodying her off the ball, clipping her heels, and committing just enough fouls to frustrate her without drawing too much attention from the ref.

With fifteen minutes left in the first half, Saint Ambrose finally broke through. A missed switch from Rose left their #12 with a breakaway down the left flank. As Azzi scrambled to close the gap, #3 cut inside at the top of the 18 and, with a quick touch, sent a shot skimming just under Caroline’s outstretched arm. The ball hit the back of the net, and the away crowd erupted.

Azzi clenched her fists, biting the inside of her cheek. She hated this feeling—knowing they had been just a second too slow, just a step behind. As she jogged back to the center circle, she caught sight of Paige in the stands. Their eyes met, just for a second, and something in Paige’s expression—frustration? Determination?—sent a jolt through her.

At halftime, Coach Pinoe wasn’t subtle about her disappointment. She urged them to tighten up the midfield, move the ball quicker, and finish their chances. And when they stepped back onto the field for the second half, the shift was immediate. The team was sharper, more aggressive.

Then, after a well-placed punt from Caroline and a perfectly timed flick from Azzi, Trinity broke free of the defensive line. She took one touch past the last defender and slotted the ball just past the keeper’s right hand.

Azzi sprinted toward Trinity, leaping into her arms as pure adrenaline rushed through her. “Thank you for the assist!” she breathed, catching her with ease.

“Anything for you,” Azzi teased, adding a playful wink.

Rose jogged up beside them, smirking. “Careful, Az,” she said, tilting her head toward the stands. “Looks like you’ve got some competition.”

Following Rose’s gaze, Azzi spotted Aubrey in the crowd, practically bouncing with excitement, waving her sign in the air. The three girls burst into laughter as Trinity pointed toward the stands, just in time to see Aubrey send a heart gesture their way.

As the final minutes of regulation ticked away, the game became a war of attrition. Azzi, playing as the 8, was everywhere—breaking up plays, pushing the attack, and controlling the midfield.

And then it happened.

Azzi took her first touch into the box, heart pounding—only for #23 to come barreling in, reckless and late. Before Azzi could react, she felt her feet swept out from under her.

The whistle blew, sharp and immediate. The stadium erupted.

Paige saw everything. She didn’t yell, didn’t move—she just sat there, jaw clenched, staring at the field. Her heart pounded. What the hell was Casey doing?

Azzi lay on the ground, struggling to catch her breath. Before she could fully process what had happened, a sharp shove caught her attention.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” #3 snapped, pushing #23 back before immediately crouching down to help Azzi up.

Casey stood frozen, eyes flicking toward the stands. Paige. She saw her. She saw all of it.

The ref reached into his pocket. Red. Casey didn’t argue. She just turned and walked off the field, jaw tight.

Azzi, still dazed, accepted Caroline’s hand as she reached for her. “That was… weird.”

“What was?” Caroline asked, glancing between Azzi and the scene unfolding in front of them.

Azzi shook her head. “All of it.”

Shaking off the pain, she stepped up to the penalty spot. One deep breath, then a perfectly placed strike to the bottom right corner.

Goal.

The crowd exploded. Azzi sprinted toward her teammates, arms outstretched, her name echoing through the stands.

2-1. Game over.

And in the stands, Paige exhaled, heart still racing.

“That was great, ladies!” Coach Pinoe called out as the team gathered around for their post-game huddle. “Caroline, way to be a brick wall in goal! And Trin, Azzi—clutch goals. You two saved us tonight.”

The girls grinned, exchanging exhausted but triumphant glances as Coach continued. “Now, go celebrate with your families and friends. I’ll see you all at school on Monday. Let’s break!”

“One, two, three—Panthers!” they shouted in unison before jogging toward the benches.

Azzi shifted slightly, instinctively looking toward the stands where her family usually waited. But they were out of town for her brother’s tournament, and with her staying at Caroline’s for the weekend, she followed alongside her instead.

As they crossed the field, Azzi’s mind drifted—not just toward the game but to Paige. She caught a glimpse of her lingering near the stands, but before she could process it, Mrs. Ducharme’s warm voice pulled her back.

“You ladies did great!” Mrs. Ducharme said, wrapping both girls in a hug. She pulled back slightly, her gaze landing on Azzi. “Are you okay? That was a hard hit out there.”

Azzi shrugged, offering a small smile. “Just soccer,” she said lightly. “Took a big hit, but I’m good now.”

Mrs. Ducharme studied her for a moment before stepping back. “Alright, be home by 12:30, okay?”

Azzi and Caroline froze, exchanging a look—an entire conversation passing between them in silence. 12:30? Mrs. Ducharme never let them stay out this late.

Before she could change her mind, Caroline quickly replied, “Thanks, Mom!”

With one last quick hug, the two jogged over to the remaining crowd near the student section. Most of the stands had cleared out, only a few stragglers left—including the basketball team, still hanging around.

As they made their way closer to the crowd, Paige was the first to reach them. Her eyes, laced with concern, flickered toward Azzi. She hesitated, unsure if she should ask the question lingering on her mind— Was Azzi okay? The hit had been brutal, and worst of all, Paige knew it was her fault.

As they reached the crowd, Paige was the first to step forward, her eyes flickering with concern. She hesitated for only a second before reaching out, pulling Caroline into a quick hug before turning to Azzi.

“Hey, you good after that hit?” Paige asked, her voice careful but casual.

Azzi shrugged, offering an easy smile. “Yeah, nothing I couldn’t handle. I’m just glad we won.”

“Me too,” Trinity chimed in, appearing beside them with Aubrey’s arm draped lazily over her shoulders.

“Speaking of the game,” Aubrey said, turning her attention to Caroline, “you were incredible out there.”

Caroline laughed softly. “Thanks,” she replied.

As the conversation continued, shifting between plays and highlights from the game, KK and Nika made their way over. Without warning, KK pulled Azzi into an excited hug, practically bouncing as she congratulated her.

Just then, KK’s phone buzzed with an incoming message from Gabe. She glanced down at the screen and smirked. “Looks like there’s gonna be a party tonight.”

Paige perked up, looking over at her. “Cool, I’m down.”

Aubrey turned to Trinity. “You all coming?”

Trinity, ever the tease, responded nonchalantly, “We might go after dinner with the team.”

Rose snorted, shaking her head. They all knew Trinity was just playing hard to get.

“Cool,” KK said, nodding. “I’ll text you the address, Azzi.” With that, she spun on her heel and headed toward the parking lot.

As the soccer girls grabbed their bags and started moving toward the locker room, Paige reached out, gently catching Azzi’s hand and stopping her in her tracks.

“If you end up coming to the party—or want to—let me know. I could come get you.” Paige’s voice was steady, but there was something behind her eyes, something lingering.

Azzi tilted her head slightly, looking up through her lashes. She could have just said yes, could have given a simple answer. But where was the fun in that?

“I don’t have your number, Paige,” she said instead, letting the words hang between them. “And I’m staying with Caroline this weekend, so we have her car.”

Paige blinked, momentarily thrown off, but quickly recovered. “Well,” she said, stepping forward just enough to close the space between them, “as for you staying with Caroline, I have a big enough car for both of you. And as for the number…” She pulled out her phone, holding it out toward Azzi. “We can fix that right now. If you want to give me yours.”

Azzi hesitated for just a second, meeting Paige’s eyes—but she didn’t take the phone. Instead, she smirked, stepping back.

“I’ll see you at the party, Paige,” she said, turning on her heel toward the locker room. Then, just as she disappeared from view, she threw a teasing “Maybe” over her shoulder.

Paige let out a slow breath, bringing her phone back to her side. She should have been annoyed, maybe even frustrated. But instead, a smile crept onto her face as she watched Azzi walk away.

As Caroline reversed her packed car out of the parking lot, the conversation inside was a mix of indecision and excitement.

“We should go to the party,” Mal suggested from the backseat.

“I don’t know…” Trinity countered, her voice uncertain.

“Trin, you know you want to go,” Caroline teased, shooting her a knowing look.

Trinity sighed. “I do, but… I don’t know.”

Azzi was just about to add her opinion when something outside the window caught her eye—a familiar blonde bun standing just outside the gate. Paige.

But that wasn’t what made her pause. It was the girl standing next to Paige.

#23.

They didn’t look exactly cozy, but they definitely knew each other. Before Azzi could process it, the girl leaned in, resting her head briefly on Paige’s shoulder. Paige didn’t hesitate—she wrapped her arms around her in a hug before stepping back, her expression unreadable.

Azzi’s gaze flicked to the side, catching Nika and KK lingering nearby, watching the interaction just as she was. Paige said something to the girl before turning to walk off with them, disappearing into the night.

Azzi exhaled, her grip tightening slightly on her seatbelt. Maybe she should have taken Paige’s number after all.

#azzi and paige #pazzi

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V: Are you nervous? I told you they are going to like you.

R: I just feel really underdressed and tired.

V: Babe, this side of my life is about as normal and wholesome as it gets and you look amazing, as always.

R: Maybe I’m not in the socializing mood.

V: Do you want to head back home? We’re already here, might as well push through. My brother will understand remember he’s got a very pregnant wife.

R: I’m okay.

V: Well, if you change your mind just let me know.

R:Will do. How much older is your brother?

V: About 5 years, he acts like he's my dad though.

R: That bother’s you?

V: Sometimes, [shrugs] he can be a bit of a control freak.

R: He means a lot to you though.

V: What makes you say that?

R: The way you light up when you talk about him. Also, you never miss his calls. In fact you get upset if you don’t talk to him every week.

V: Are you calling me clingy?

R: I’m the same way with my dad, I just find it interesting.

V: I guess I just want him to stop worrying about me.

R: Then maybe stop giving him a reason to…

V: It smells good in here!

C: Hey Vin, welcome Reina. Nice to finally meet you.

R: Same, thank you for having me over.

C: Any time, this here is my wife Kitty and our daughter Maeve.

K: [Mae hides] She’s shy at first but she’ll warm up.

R: I get it, meeting someone new is a lot.

C: Well, Kitty made a mean meal let’s sit down and eat.

K: Reina, let us know if you need anything. We appreciate you coming after working and on short notice.

R: Thanks, it wasn’t a big deal.

C: Babe, I’ll set the table. Vin you mind giving Kitty a break?

V: You know I never say no to my princess, come here Mae!

C: So, Vinny told me that you just moved the city a few months ago. How are you liking it?

R: I visited it before but I feel like I’m still finding out stuff about it. I didn’t even know there was a suburb like this just outside of it.

V: I’ve been trying to show her more of the city but it’s hard when I’m in season.

R: How do you guys like New Crest?

K: It’s nice because it’s so family centered but we eventually want to make our way to Henford. That’s where my family is.

R: Vinny mentioned you’re not a city native either.

Kl: Not even close, but I love the city. I just get really home sick. Do you miss home too?

R: I miss my family, not so much the Valley. It’s hard to know who’s your friend or enemy over there.

C: I can see that, glad you’re liking it in the city then. Hopefully Vinny is being on his best behavior.

V: [smirks] Reina’s got a good leash on me, no need to worry there.

R: Was Cain the same when you met him?

K: [laughs] oh, he was worse. Yet look at me now? Married with soon to be two kids.

R: You both seem really happy though.

C: You meet the right person and it changes your perspective on life. Never thought I would be a dad.

V: He’s a great dad and husband- don’t let him fool you.

R: I can tell, Mae seems like a really happy baby.

K: Don’t let her give you baby fever now.

R: I’ve got a few nieces and nephews. No baby fever for me- Vin on the other hand.

K: [smiles] Mae has that affect, hence me being pregnant currently. Vinny mentioned you’re an actress?

R: Aspiring- I did a few day time tv shows. I’ve been trying to break into the cinema world but it’s taking a bit longer. I’ve been focusing on my online presence for the time being.

K: Well, if it’s a legal issue I could put you in contact with great lawyers.

R: I might take you up on that, my contract has been the root cause of my issues.

R: Thanks for the meal, it was delicious.

K: No problem. It feels good to make something we’ve been really bad at cooking now that we’re in the final trimester.

V: When dad moves in put his ass in the kitchen.

C: [laughs] that’s the plan. Hey, do you mind putting Mae to bed while I get these dishes cleaned?

V: Yeah, no problem.

R: You’re cute with your niece. Like a different version of yourself.

V: She thinks I’m a super hero so… I guess I want to keep that image up for her. What do you think about my brother?

R: He’s cool. To be honest, I like his wife better than him.

V: [laughs] Told you, everyone loves her.

R: They are really cute together. You can tell they were meant to be.

V: So what do you think? Think we can have a life like this?

R: Maybe in the future. I’m not really ready for all of this Vinny.

V: I’m not talking about right now, Reina. Who said you won’t get time alone? I work most of the day when I’m in season.

R: It’s my boundary, Vinny. I’m not ready for it. I already told you that you need therapy if you can’t bare the thought of living on your own.

V:Are you trying to hide something from me?

R: I don’t hide anything. You know that. If you feel that way then…

V: Therapy. Got it.

R: I’m not your brother’s wife. I can’t fix all your problems, Vin. You gotta do that for yourself. Not because you love me.

V: Sometimes I think you don’t like me.

R: Now that’s ridiculous.

V: Then prove it to me.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #ts4 edit #ts4 gameplay #the sims 4 edit #current household #slate #reina blue by duusheen #uhoooooh #trouble in paradise?#I THINK SO #reina trying to let vinny know she aint ready for his lovebug toxic cycle to start #also subtly telling his ass to get to therapy

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Pedri gonzalez fanfic

Summary: You’re in your third year of university and still a virgin. Frustrated and ready to get it over with, you decide to turn to your best friend, Pedri, to help you cross that line.

You didn’t know how to ask him. It sounded ridiculous, desperate even. This was Pedri—your childhood best friend. The same boy who used to race you down the street until you were both breathless, laughter tangled in the air. But you hadn’t seen him in almost a year, his life consumed by the chaos of being a football star while you were just a university student drowning in coursework in Bilbao.

How could someone ask their best friend to take their virginity?

“Yeah, girls—well, Instagram models,” Pedri corrected himself, one hand steady on the wheel, the other drumming lightly against his thigh. “They can be too much, you know? Like, am I a person or a bank account?” He laughed, but it was forced. You could hear the bitterness coating his words.

You forced a smile, feeling your fingers twist nervously in your lap. This was exactly what you didn’t want him to think—that you were just another person trying to use him. It wasn’t like that. It never was.

You weren’t asking him because he was famous or because you wanted some story to tell your future daughter over wine and bad jokes. You were asking because you trusted him. Because in almost three years of university, no guy had come close to making you feel anything worth pursuing.

The one guy you dated for two months had called you a “boring, uptight prude” when you didn’t let him “hit.” His words had stung, burning into your chest until you finally shook yourself awake from the ridiculous movie-like fantasy of how someone’s first time should be.

You were tired. Tired of feeling like something was wrong with you, tired of being left behind while your friends Carla and Beatriz laughed and swapped stories about their nightly adventures.

You’d had enough drinks tonight to make you bold—tipsy enough to finally let the words spill from your mouth. Pedri had insisted on driving you back to your Airbnb, being the gentleman he always was.

“Next time, let me book you a decent hotel,” he muttered as he parked, turning to face you. “Those Airbnbs can be total shit.”

You didn’t reply, too busy staring down at your fingers nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. The air inside the car felt thick, like you were trying to breathe underwater.

“Y/N?” Pedri’s eyes narrowed with concern. “You okay?”

You took a deep breath, your heartbeat thudding painfully against your ribs. “Listen, I need to tell you something.”

“Uh, sure,” he replied, though he looked anything but sure.

“I’m tired, Pedri. I’m tired of being a virgin. I can’t find a single guy who’s worth it. They always screw things up or make me feel like I’m not good enough because I won’t just… give it up.” You swallowed, words spilling out of you faster than you could control. “I’m tired of feeling like an idiot every time Carla and Beatriz share their weekly fuck stories while I’m just sitting there like some dumbass waiting for something that’s never gonna happen.”

Pedri stared at you, his expression frozen somewhere between shock and concern.

You powered through, the alcohol giving you just enough courage to speak the rest. “I want it to be done, Pedri. I want to have sex. And I want you to be the one to take my virginity.”

“Y/N, what the hell?” His voice cracked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“Just listen,” you snapped, the desperation breaking through. “It’s not because I fancy you—I mean, yeah, you’re good-looking, anyone with eyes can see that. But this isn’t about that. You’re my best friend. The only man I trust. I know I’ll feel comfortable with you, and then I’ll finally be able to move on. I won’t have to feel like some weirdo twenty-something-year-old who’s never been bedded.”

“Y/N, no. No way.” Pedri shook his head, looking horrified. “You’re my best friend. It would feel like I’m taking advantage of you, especially when you’re drunk. This isn’t you talking—it’s the alcohol.”

“Why?” Your voice cracked, frustration pouring out of you. “Why is it such a big deal? I’m not like those models sliding into your DMs, and I only drank two tequilas—that’s nothing. I know exactly what I’m saying.”

You shifted closer to him, your body leaning forward until there was barely any space left between you. His back pressed against the car seat, eyes locked on yours, panic etched into every line of his face.

“Please, Pedri.” The word came out broken, a plea.

Pedri looked at you like you’d just slapped him. His eyes searched yours, desperate to find some hint of a joke, some sign that you didn’t mean what you’d just said. But there was nothing playful about the way you stared back at him—just raw, aching honesty.

“You can’t be serious,” he whispered, voice tight. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his fingers gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “You’re just… frustrated. You’re tired of feeling left out, I get it. But this—”

“Don’t tell me what I feel,” you snapped, the hurt cutting through your words like glass. “I’ve spent months trying to figure this out, Pedri. Months of feeling like a fucking outsider in my own skin because I’m too careful or too picky or just too damn scared.”

Your voice cracked, the confession ripping itself from you like a wound tearing open. “But I trust you. I trust you more than anyone. And I just… I want to feel normal, okay? I want to stop feeling like some untouched, naive girl everyone else outgrew years ago.”

“Y/N.” His voice was gentler now, but the torment on his face made your chest ache. “You’re not some freak because you haven’t slept with anyone. You know that, right?”

“But I feel like one.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, your voice a shaky mess. “And I’m so tired of feeling like this. I’m not asking for some romantic fairytale. I just want to get it over with, and you’re the only person I feel safe enough to ask.”

The silence that followed was brutal. Pedri’s gaze fell to his lap, his breathing uneven. His hands had left the steering wheel, now clenching and unclenching in his lap like he was battling some inner storm.

“I can’t.” His voice was so quiet you almost missed it. “I can’t do that to you, Y/N. I can’t be the guy who… who takes something like that from you just because you’re tired of waiting.”

Your chest tightened, his rejection hitting you harder than you expected. The cold, sharp sting of rejection twisted deep within you, making you feel stupid and reckless and just so incredibly small.

“But it wouldn’t be like that,” you argued, voice trembling. “I’m not asking you to use me or whatever you think this is. I’m asking you because I trust you. Because I want you to be the one.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, something tortured and unreadable darkening his gaze. “You think that makes it better? That you trust me enough to… to do that? Jesus, Y/N, you don’t get it. You think I could ever just forget something like that? Just go back to being your best friend like nothing happened?”

You felt your throat tighten, a hot flush spreading across your face. “Why not?”

“Because I’d ruin everything.” The words broke out of him like they’d been trapped for years. “You’re asking me to do something that would mess everything up between us, and I can’t. I won’t.”

The rejection stung more than you could have prepared for. It wasn’t the kind of hurt that made you angry. It was the kind that hollowed you out, left you aching and ashamed and wishing you could take everything back.

“I didn’t think…” Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “I didn’t think you’d see it like that.”

His eyes softened, guilt flickering across his face. “I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry. But you mean too much to me to let you do this and regret it.”

You bit down on your lip, trying to ignore the way your vision blurred. You’d prepared yourself for rejection, but not like this. Not with his guilt making you feel like you’d just shattered something between you that could never be fixed.

“If you didn’t want to do it, you could’ve just said that,” you whispered, your voice barely holding steady. “You didn’t have to make me feel like some stupid, reckless kid.”

“Y/N, no, that’s not what I—”

“Just forget it, Pedri.” You shoved the car door open, the night air biting into your skin as you stumbled out. His voice called after you, but you didn’t turn around. Couldn’t turn around.

You felt the tears sting your eyes, burning hot and humiliating as you slammed the door behind you. Your heart was racing, a twisted knot of regret and shame tightening in your chest.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you were just being reckless. But that didn’t stop the ache from settling deep into your bones as you walked away from the car, the sound of his voice chasing you into the cold.

⸻

You stormed up the stairs to your Airbnb, legs trembling more from the humiliation than the alcohol. Every step felt heavier, the weight of his rejection pressing down on you until you could barely breathe. Your fingers fumbled for the keys, tears burning your eyes as you finally shoved the door open.

Stupid. Reckless. Desperate. That’s how he must’ve seen you. And the worst part? You couldn’t blame him. You had basically thrown yourself at him, begging like some pathetic, touch-starved fool.

You were still fighting with the tears when you heard the pounding of footsteps echoing up the stairs. The sound stopped just outside your door, and then his voice broke through the silence.

“Y/N.”

You froze, your hand still gripping the door handle as you turned, eyes wide and red-rimmed from the tears you hadn’t managed to wipe away.

Pedri stood there, chest heaving like he’d just run a mile, his hair a mess from where he’d obviously raked his fingers through it repeatedly. His expression was wild, torn between anger and something much darker. Something that made your skin prickle with heat.

“What do you want, Pedri?” Your voice came out cracked and broken, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to leave so you could curl up and drown yourself in regret.

He took a step forward, eyes locked onto yours with a determination that made your breath catch. “You want me to do it?” His voice was low, rough, the words tumbling out like he could barely contain them. “You want me to be the one?”

Your lips parted, confusion flooding your brain. “What are you—”

“Then it’s gonna be my way.” He closed the distance between you so fast your back hit the wall, his hands gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. “You asked me to be the one, and you don’t even realize what the hell you’re asking of me.”

His gaze flicked down to your tear-streaked cheeks, and something in him seemed to snap. “You’ve been crying,” he whispered, the anguish in his voice almost enough to break you all over again.

You didn’t have time to answer before his lips crashed against yours, the kiss desperate and consuming and filled with all the frustration and emotion he’d been holding back. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, heat radiating off him in waves.

“Pedri…” His name fell from your lips, breathless and confused, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to him. The way your arms clung to his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

He broke the kiss just long enough to scoop you up, his hands gripping the backs of your thighs as he carried you toward the shabby little bed in the corner of the room. You didn’t protest, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, your pulse thundering in your ears.

“If we do this, it’s because you want me. Not because you’re frustrated or desperate or trying to prove something to yourself.” His voice was a low growl against your ear as he laid you down on the bed, his body pressing into yours. “Tell me you understand that.”

“I… I understand,” you whispered, your voice trembling under the weight of his gaze.

“Good.” His fingers traced the edge of your shirt before gripping it firmly and pulling it over your head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought. His mouth was back on yours, hot and demanding, his kisses sending shivers down your spine.

“Pedri,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shirt, desperate to feel more of him, to drown yourself in the sensation of his touch. You should have felt embarrassment to be exposed bare chested to him but it wasn’t like that. It felt right and his kisses on your body like a profound freedom.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your stomach twist. “I need to hear you say you want this. That you want me.”

“I need you,” you admitted, the words tumbling from your lips before you could second-guess them. “I need you, Pedri. I want this.”

He groaned, his lips crashing against yours again, his hands trailing down your sides, fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was both possessive and gentle, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he wasn’t careful.

The clothes came off piece by piece, fabric hitting the floor until nothing separated the heat of your skin from his. And all you could feel was him—his hands, his mouth, his breath mingling with yours as he guided you through every moment.

“This is how a man should please a woman” he whispers in your ear lowering his upper body between your legs, his mouth making love to your virgin pussy.

That night, you learned how the pleasure of flesh touching flesh is not a glorified human function as previously thought.

It was messy and desperate and raw. But it was him. And that was all you needed.

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