#i kinda ditched social media

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GUYS. I TRIED TO POST THIS HERE BUT I POSTED THIS TO MY MAIN ACCOUNT BY ACCIDENT I THINK I MIGHT BE COOKED. I CANNOT LET GANG KNOW I AM ACTUALLY A DOG.

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I really want to know how dick crashes out can you give us maybe snipits( I mean whole ass paragraphs so I can reread them when I hyper fixate on your series again) please pookie?

— masterlist !

i don't want to spoil as much anymore since i'm releasing chapter six soon enough, but here's a comprehensive list of all the instances dick has tried to, but ultimately failed at hiding his not-so suble crash out towards everybody for the latest chapter.

1. he throws his phone across the room, then he is so close to throwing one of bruce's batarangs on the screen because the family realizes your lack of social media presence.

2. he also threatens to electrocute jason with his escrima sticks once he gets his hands on him because the second oldest refuses to confess the full detail of what happened.

3. him and bruce have a near screaming match and had to be held back by the scuff of his suit by cass and alfred's scolding in the background. he also insults the hell out of the bat like there's no tomorrow and brings up his absence on the day of your arrival in the manor like he didn't just leave you alone afterwards.

4. his phone is oddly alive after violently kissing the walls, he tries to call you again, seethes, then he settles for tracking down your location through your sim card.

5. he threatens bruce at like every second, it's kinda funny.

6. they find out where jason currently is (near your apartment as stated in chapter five) and dick almost takes it as a sign to ditch everything right now just to find you himself and drag you out just to confront you too.

7. he nearly cries in frustration and had to be on time out because he wasn't in the right mindset to properly assess what's currently going on. all that mattered to him was seeing you since he couldn't muster a clear imagery of his baby bird.

8. literally every single mention of him in chapter 6 is just him tweaking and becoming more feral because of guilt and also obsession— every moment of him is just him being so irritated yet so down in the dumps because of how badly he'd treated you and how much he wants to make it up to you.

oh, and damian is a different kind of crash out though. he's also as intense of dick but no more spoilers, just a few more days and a few more editing and it'll soon be out.

[pbaz7]

FINDING PEACE IN YOU: PART 4

paige x azzi

warnings: sexual content

word count: 12k

A/N: I struggled bringing my plot to life on this one for some reason. It’s not terrible but it’s definitely not my best work😭 also it’s completely unedited because I was being harassed so be warned lol. Let me know what you think and happy game day!!!

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Azzi wasn’t one to dwell too much on social media—she knew better, she barely even used it. But she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been on it a little more recently; and that the posts after Paige’s first away game in Minnesota hadn’t gotten her gears turning.

As she scrolled through her timeline there were pictures and videos of the team walking into a club to celebrate their first win of the season. Paige looked amazing—her blonde hair wavy and slightly tousled, a confident smirk on her lips, her jewelry shining from the camera flashes, her outfit fitting her perfectly. It was the kind of pictures that would’ve had Azzi playfully rolling her eyes a few months ago, when she’d just met the blonde, knowing how easily Paige could get who she wanted. But now? Now, it just made her stomach tighten.

What really caught Azzi’s attention was how many women were lingering around in the pictures.

Some were just fans Others were players from the Lynx, people Paige probably knew. But of course there were the ones who stood a little too close in the group pictures. The ones whose eyes lingered when Paige wasn’t even looking in videos.

What the hell am I doing?

Azzi knew better than this. She definitely wasn’t insecure, and Paige had given her a reason to doubt her. Still, something unsettled her. Maybe she just missed her, or maybe it was the way the past had taught her to be wary even when things seemed great.

As Azzi scrolled through the posts, her expression remained unreadable. She wasn’t upset—not really. Paige hadn’t done anything wrong. Still, that didn’t stop the small, unfamiliar feeling creeping up her spine. Something she wasn’t used to dealing with.

Jealousy.

Muttering a few words under her breath, Azzi locked her phone, then immediately unlocked it again and scrolled to Paige’s contact. She wasn’t about to sit here playing detective when she could just call her.

The phone rang three times before Paige picked up, her voice coming through with a slight, telltale sign of tipsiness. The background quieter than Azzi expected.

“Wassup, gorgeous?”

Azzi felt the tension in her shoulders ease, just slightly. “What are you up to?”

“M’ just at the hotel bar with Arike, Lyss, DiJonai, and some random stragglers,” Paige said, her words lazy, like she was comfortably slouched in a chair somewhere.

“I thought you told me you were going to be at the after-party for most of the night?”

“Yeah,” Paige sighed. “Wasn’t feeling it for real.”

That had Azzi pausing. Paige wasn’t exactly the life of the party, but Azzi knew she wasn’t one to turn down a good time, especially after a win.

“Way too many people,” Paige added, almost like she could sense Azzi’s thoughts. “Too much going on.”

Azzi hummed in understanding, letting the last of her unnecessary overthinking fade away. Paige had already left the club. She’d opted for a quiet drink instead.

“What you doing, gorgeous?” Paige asked, her voice a little playful now.

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that in less than a minute.”

“‘Cause you are,” Paige said easily.

Azzi shook her head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at her lips. “Are you drunk?”

“Prolly,” Paige admitted with a quiet chuckle.

“You’re probably drunk?” Azzi repeated.

“Mhm,” Paige hummed. “But not like bad drunk. Just a little tipsy maybe.”

Azzi leaned back against her bed, relaxing now that she’d heard Paige’s voice. “So, you ditched the after-party to sit at a hotel bar with Arike and them and be kinda drunk?”

Paige laughed. “I ain’t ditch it for real. Just…left. Like I said…too many people. Too much going on.” She paused, then added, “’Sides, I’d rather be on the phone with you. Can’t do that at the club.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t stop the warmth that was spreading through her chest. “You’re smooth when you’re tipsy, you know that?”

“I’m smooth all the time, don’t play with me.”

“You gonna go up to your room soon?” Azzi asked.

Paige made a noise that sounded like she was stretching. “Yeah, probably. You tryna tell me to go to bed?”

Azzi smiled. “Maybe.”

Paige exhaled dramatically. “Damn. You don’t even wanna talk to me?”

Azzi bit her lip, shaking her head at Paige’s antics. “Go to bed, P.”

Paige huffed out a soft laugh. “Ight lemme just FaceTime you first.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but said, “Okay.”

Two seconds later, her phone lit up with an incoming call. She swiped to answer, and Paige’s face filled the screen, her expression already a lazy, lopsided grin. Her hair was slightly tousled, and the dim lighting of the hotel bar cast soft shadows across her features.

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “What are you already grinning about?”

Paige shrugged, still smiling. “Nun.”

Azzi wasn’t convinced. “Yeah, right.”

Paige finally focused in on Azzi’s demeanor, eyes narrowing just slightly before she tilted her head and sat up slightly. “Why you look stressed? You good?”

The question caught Azzi slightly off guard. Even through a screen, even slightly drunk, Paige still noticed everything. That alone made something in Azzi's chest loosen.

Azzi exhaled softly, her lips curving into a small smile. “I’m great now.”

Paige licked her lips, the intent in her gaze changing. “What, I made you feel good huh?”

Azzi wanted to roll her eyes, to deny it, but she didn’t just raised her eyebrows.

Paige sighed dramatically as she sant further into the booth she was sitting in, her voice a little softer now. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Before she could say anything else, Paige glanced up at someone offscreen. A second later, Azzi heard a voice in the background. “Who you talking to?”

Paige’s grin was huge when she said, “My girl.”

Azzi froze.

Her girl?

They hadn’t made anything official, hadn’t even had that conversation yet. But Paige said it so casually, like it was already a fact, like there was no doubt in her mind that Azzi would be hers eventually. Azzi’s stomach did a ridiculous flip, her heart picking up speed, but before she could even process it, Rickea suddenly appeared on the screen, taking the phone out of Paige’s hands.

Rickea was definitely drunker than Paige, her expression exaggerated as she pointed a finger at Azzi. “You stole my wingwoman.”

Azzi blinked. “Hm?”

Rickea groaned, waving a hand in the air. “You got her pussy whipped. She wouldn’t even look at nobody else tonight, let alone talk to them so I could get with their friend. Awful night for me. Zero outta ten.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, clearly amused. “I’m… sorry?” The words came out more like a question than an actual apology.

Rickea shook her head, then leaned in closer to the screen, lowering her voice to a supposed whisper that wasn’t even close to quiet. “Imma tell you a secret.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, already bracing herself.

Rickea glanced around then whispered loudly, “Paige needs to get laid. That girl been tense for weeks.”

Azzi’s mouth fell open slightly, caught between shock and stifling a laugh. Paige, on the other hand, was immediately reaching for the phone with an exasperated, “Alright, bro.”

There was a brief shuffle before the screen shifted, and Paige was back. “Ignore her.”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, a teasing cadence in her tone. “So, you don’t need to, quote-unquote, ‘get laid’?”

Paige squinted at her through the screen, lips pressing together like she was trying to figure out how to respond. “I ain’t say allat,” she admitted, shifting in her seat. “I’m just saying I’m not tense or nothing, you know?”

Azzi hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Mhm.”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Why you say that like you don’t believe me?”

“Cause I don’t.”

Paige let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. “Man, y’all love painting me as this sex deprived, miserable person.”

Azzi laughed at this. “I mean… Rickea said you’ve been tense for weeks. Weeks, P.”

Paige scoffed. “Rickea don’t know what she’s talking about.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “So you haven’t been tense? What you don’t want me?”

Paige huffed, shifting in her seat. “Nah like, obviously, I want—” She stopped, shook her head, and started again. “I mean, if you was here, then yeah, maybe—” She groaned, running a hand down her face. “Nah, what I’m trying to say is—”

Azzi bit her lip, amused. “Go ahead. Take your time.”

Paige shot her a glare through the screen. “You’re annoying.”

Azzi grinned. “And you’re deflecting.”

Paige exhaled. “Man, shut up.”

“I’m just saying, you sounded real confident telling people I’m your girl, but now all of a sudden you don’t have anything to say?”

Paige groaned again, running a hand through her hair. “Why you gotta bring that up?”

“Because I liked how it sounded,” Azzi admitted.

Paige paused, her expression shifting. “Yeah?”

Azzi nodded. “Yeah.”

Paige let out a breath, her lips curling into a slow smile before she said, “Bet.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she changed the subject. “You need to rest and drink some water before your flight tomorrow.”

Paige frowned. “I’m tryna keep talkin’ to you, though.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You can talk to me in your room.”

Paige squinted. “Why you keep tryna send me to bed?”

“I’m not,” Azzi said–she definitely was, she could tell Paige was tired and would crash within 10 minutes of being in her room. “You’re just in public, and I don’t wanna filter what I say.”

Paige stilled for a second, like she was processing what that meant, then Azzi watched her scramble up from her seat so fast it was almost impressive.

Azzi smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Paige, already halfway out the bar, just said, “Hold that thought,” before the screen went a little dark.

Azzi heard the shuffle of movement, followed by Paige’s voice calling out to her teammates, “I’m goin’ to bed.”

In the background, Rickea and Dijonai immediately started booing. Paige just laughed, the sound a little muffled, and then Azzi saw her moving toward what looked like the elevators.

Azzi was about to say something when she heard a voice—someone stopping Paige. “Hey, can I get a picture real quick?” the person asked. “We were at the club with y’all earlier.”

Paige sighed quietly but stopped, clearly obliging. “Yeah, yeah, for sure.”

Azzi watched as Paige posed, the flash going off before Paige mumbled, “No problem.” With that, she finally stepped into the elevator, the doors shutting behind her.

The call cut in and out until Paige stepped off the elevator and into her room, shutting the door behind her. She looked down at her phone, her lips curling into a small smirk. “Wassup.”

Azzi smiled at her saying, “Hi again.”

Paige chuckled as she kicked off her shoes, her movements a little sluggish but still controlled. “How was work today?”

Azzi leaned back against her pillows, watching Paige through the screen. “It was good. Just scheduled appointments and check-ins, nothing too unexpected.”

Paige smiled at that. “That’s good. You eat?”

Azzi hummed, nodding. “Yeah.”

Paige propped up her phone, adjusting the angle before stretching her arms over her head with a small groan. “Good, what’d you have?”

Azzi smirked at the domesticity of it all. “You checking up on me now?”

Paige rolled her eyes. “Man, just answer the question.”

Azzi hummed. “I had some salmon, rice, and veggies earlier. Happy?”

Paige grinned. “Very. Proud of you for eating real food.”

Azzi scoffed. “What does that mean?”

“You be playin around sometimes, acting like coffee is a meal.”

Azzi shrugged. “Sometimes it’s all I need to get through the day.”

Paige gave her a pointed look. “If I said that, you’d give me a whole lecture about what my body needs for like twenty minutes.”

“That’s different.”

Paige scoffed. “It’s not.”

Azzi crossed her arms, leaning back against her pillows. “It is, though. You’re an athlete, you burn way more calories than me. Your body literally needs more fuel.”

“Doesn’t mean you can just run on caffeine and sheer will?”

Azzi smiled. “It’s been working so far.”

Paige gave her a pointed look. “Mmhm. Until one day, you just randomly fall out.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Alright, that's dramatic.”

Paige shrugged. “I’m just saying, don’t let me catch you slipping. Imma absolutely pull the ‘I told you so’ card.”

“Noted.”

Paige grinned, satisfied. “Good. Now, did you drink water too, or am I about to be disappointed?”

Azzi sighed dramatically. “Yes, Paige, I drank water.”

Paige grinned. “Damn, look at that—sexy, responsible woman over there. Drinkin water and shit.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Paige just laughed, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head before walking out of frame.

Azzi immediately frowned. “Where’d you go?”

A few seconds later, Paige reappeared on the screen, now wearing a pair of shorts and a sports bra. She smirked as she sat down. “What, you tryna get a show?”

Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering over Paige’s toned frame before humming. “Maybe.”

Paige let out a low chuckle. “You gotta pay for allat.”

Azzi played into the joke, as she bit her lip. “What’s the going rate these days?”

Paige’s jaw dropped dramatically. “Wowww. That’s crazy.”

Azzi smiled. “I’m just trying to be an informed customer.”

Paige leaned closer to the camera. “Ahh, so you tryna make a purchase?”

Azzi tilted her head, pretending to think about it. “Depends on what’s all included in the package.”

Paige let out a low laugh, licking her lips. “Premium service. Real exclusive type service.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “How exclusive we talking?”

Paige’s grin grew, her tipsiness making her bolder. “Like… only available for one person, kinda exclusive.”

Azzi hummed, playing along. “And what if I want a trial run before committing?”

Paige sucked her teeth, shaking her head. “Nah, this ain’t no free sample situation. You either all in or not at all.”

Azzi’s voice is a little softer when she says, “I tried to remember? You stopped me.”

That brought a shift in Paige’s expression. Her smirk faltered, turning gentle as her eyes searched Azzi’s face. She nodded slowly.

“I did,” Paige said softly. “I was just tryna respect you gorgeous.”

Azzi’s features softened in return, her voice sincere. “And I appreciate that.”

Paige smiled at her, eyes growing heavier. “Tell me about your day?”

Azzi settled further into her bed, adjusting her phone as she watched Paige’s face relax. “You sure you’re not going to fall asleep on me?” she teased.

Paige let out a soft chuckle, already nestling into her pillow. “Nah, I wanna hear you talk.” Her voice was quieter now, more at ease. “Just tell me about your day.”

Azzi smiled at that, something warm settling in her chest. “Alright.” She thought for a moment before starting. “Well work was good—mostly just check-ins and scheduled appointments like I said, nothing too crazy. I had this one client who swore they were dying over a minor sprain, though.”

Paige let out a sleepy laugh. “Mmm. You saving lives out here, huh?”

Azzi smirked. “Always.”

Paige hummed in response, eyes slipping closed but her lips still curved in a small smile. Azzi kept talking, telling her about little moments from her day—her workout that morning, grabbing coffee, the book she’d started reading. Paige would mumble something here and there, making it clear she was still listening, even as her responses got slower.

Eventually, Azzi heard Paige’s breathing even out, her face peaceful on the screen. Azzi just watched her for a moment, the sight of Paige so relaxed making her chest tighten in a way she wasn’t ready to unpack.

Softly, she whispered, “Goodnight, Paige.”

Paige stirred just enough to murmur back, “Night, Az,” before fully drifting off.

Azzi smiled to herself, shaking her head fondly before ending the call, letting herself relax into bed as well.

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The next time Paige and Azzi saw each other was the day Paige returned to Dallas. She had just picked up Lukas from her mothers house, the little boy practically bouncing in his seat in the back, a bright grin on his face as he was excited to see his mom after being apart for so long.

As they drove down the familiar Dallas streets, Lukas chatted about everything from starting school in the fall to the new toy he wanted that his uncle showed him.

Paige pulled up outside Azzi’s clinic, shifting the car into park as she glanced at Lukas through the rearview mirror. The little boy was peering out the window, his small brows furrowed in curiosity.

“Where are we?”

Paige unbuckled her seatbelt, stretching her arm over the passenger seat as she turned to look at him. “We’re picking up Azzi.”

At the mention of her name, Lukas immediately went quiet, mumbling out a quiet, “Oh.” His tiny fingers messed with the strings of his hoodie, and a faint pink dusted his cheeks.

Paige caught the reaction instantly, smirking as she tilted her head. “Oh?” she teased, dragging the word out.

Lukas shifted in his car seat, suddenly hyper focused on the straps across his chest. “Nothin’,” he mumbled, eyes darting away.

Paige chuckled. “You excited to see Azzi?”

There was a pause before Lukas gave a quick, almost shy nod. “She’s nice,” he admitted quietly.

Paige’s smirk softened into a smile. “Yeah, she is.”

She unlatched her door and turned back to him. “You gonna come inside with me or just sit there looking shy?”

Lukas hesitated, his little legs swinging. “I’ll go.”

After helping Lukas out of the car, Paige took his hand and led him up to Azzi’s clinic. When they got off the elevator the same receptionist from last time looked up, offering a polite smile. Paige returned it with a small nod.

Azzi was waiting for them just past the desk, standing with her hands in her pockets. Paige gave her a quick once over taking note of the white button up that was slightly undone and the heels Azzi had on.

Maybe it was the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in days, or maybe it was something else entirely, but the moment Azzi stepped toward Paige, the hug that followed felt different.

To anyone watching, it would seem like nothing more than a warm embrace—Azzi’s arms wrapping around Paige’s shoulders, Paige’s arms circling her waist. But to them, it felt like something else entirely.

Azzi melted into it just a little too much, the weight of her body pressing against Paige’s completely as she let out the smallest sigh against her hoodie. Paige felt the way Azzi’s fingers curled slightly against her back, how the warmth of her breath tickled her neck.

Paige, in turn, held on just a second longer than necessary, her lips brushing the curve of Azzi’s jaw as she whispered, “Wassup, beautiful?”

Azzi stiffened for half a second, just enough for Paige to notice, before she pulled back, keeping her expression neutral.

Their eyes met.

Lingering.

Reading each other.

Their eye contact lasted long enough that the receptionist cleared her throat softly, a subtle reminder that they weren’t alone.

Paige smirked as she shifted her weight, finally glancing away. Azzi, on the other hand, bit the inside of her cheek, schooling her expression before turning her attention down to Lukas, who had been watching the interaction with his wide, curious eyes.

Azzi crouched slightly, offering the boy a warm smile. “Hey, buddy,” she greeted, her voice softer now.

Lukas, still flustered from before, rocked on his heels before shyly mumbling, “Hi.”

Paige watched the exchange with amusement, her heart beating a little faster than it probably should have been.

Azzi stood up, her gaze flickering to the small bowl of candy on the receptionist’s desk. She grabbed a piece, then turned to Paige with a silent question in her eyes, lifting the candy slightly in Lukas’s direction.

Paige let out a quiet laugh, nodding. “Yeah, he can have it.”

Azzi grinned and crouched again, holding the candy out to Lukas. “This is for you.”

Lukas’s eyes widened slightly, his shyness momentarily replaced with excitement as he reached for it. “Thank you.”

Azzi chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

Paige watched the exchange shaking her head. “You tryna win him over with candy already?”

Azzi smirked, glancing at her. “Is it working?”

Paige looked down at Lukas, who was now inspecting the candy like it was a prized possession, his tiny fingers gripping it tightly. “Yeah… definitely.”

Azzi turned back toward the receptionist, giving her a small wave. “Goodnight, Kelly,” she said with a smile.

“Goodnight, Dr. Fudd. Paige,” Kelly replied, her tone slightly teasing as she subtly glanced between Azzi and Paige.

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled before following Paige and Lukas toward the elevator. As the doors closed, the three of them stood in comfortable silence, Lukas still clutching his candy while sneaking glances at Azzi.

When they got outside, Paige immediately reached for Lukas’s hand, keeping him close as they walked to her car. Azzi attempted to open the passenger door but Paige stopped her and with her free hand, she pulled open the passenger door for Azzi.

Azzi arched her eyebrow but smirked as she slid into the seat. “A real gentle woman,” she teased.

Paige snorted. “You’re welcome.”

Once Azzi was settled Paige shut the door for her and turned her attention to Lukas, opening the back door and lifting him up into his car seat. She stepped back, watching as he carefully buckled himself in, his small hands fumbling with the straps.

“You got it?” Paige asked.

Lukas nodded, determined. “Mhm.”

Satisfied, Paige shut his door and made her way around to the driver’s side, sliding in behind the wheel.

For the most part, the car ride was quiet as they drove to Paige’s house. She wanted to give Azzi time to wind down, having heard how draining her days can be sometimes. Azzi didn’t seem exhausted, but she wasn’t rushing to fill the silence either. She simply gazed out the window, her body relaxed in the passenger seat.

In the backseat, Lukas had talked himself out for a bit. He stared out the window, occasionally kicking his feet as he took in the sights passing by. Every now and then, he’d say something random—commenting on a car, a dog he saw on the sidewalk, or just mumbling a thought that popped into his head.

Paige, of course, always responded, laughing at his little observations or answering his occasional questions. One hand was lazily gripping the wheel, the other resting on the gear stick, fingers drumming lightly against it.

Eventually Azzi glanced down, noticing the movement before subtly reaching over. She slid her hand over Paige’s, fingers curling around her wrist for a second before tugging it toward her lap. Paige let her, exhaling a quiet chuckle as Azzi interlaced their fingers, resting their joined hands on her thigh.

Neither of them said anything. Paige’s thumb brushed against Azzi’s skin absentmindedly, and Azzi just let herself enjoy the warmth of Paige’s touch. It was simple, but there was something grounding about it. Something comforting.

A few minutes later, Paige pulled into a spot near a small café, glancing in the rearview mirror. “You hungry, little man?”

Lukas perked up immediately, nodding. “Yes!”

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “Didn’t even hesitate.”

Paige smirked, already knowing the answer before she asked. “Figured I’d stop now so he’s not up too late.”

Paige ran inside and ordered some grilled chicken wraps for all of them, and a fruit cup for Lukas. As she pulled back onto the road, the smell of the food quickly filled the car, and Lukas hummed in satisfaction from the backseat.

“That smells so good,” he mumbled, his voice sleepy but happy.

Paige grinned, glancing over at Azzi. “See? Man’s got priorities.”

Azzi smiled, giving Paige’s hand a small squeeze. “Can’t argue with that.”

As Paige pulled into the garage, the car had barely come to a complete stop before Lukas was already unbuckling himself. The second the lock clicked, he swung the door open and bolted inside, his small feet pattering against the floor as he rushed to reunite with the toys he had been separated from while staying at his grandmother’s house.

Paige chuckled, watching him disappear into the house. “Big head didn’t even say bye,” she mumbled.

Azzi laughed as she stepped out of the car, stretching her arms above her head before following Paige inside.

As soon as Paige set the food down on the island, she turned to Azzi and pulled her in by her waist. Azzi barely had time to adjust before Paige’s lips were on her neck, pressing slow kisses against her skin.

Azzi exhaled softly, her arms winding around Paige’s shoulders as she tilted her head, offering more access. Paige hummed against her skin, trailing her lips lower, taking her time as if she was reacquainting herself with the feeling of having Azzi this close again.

Azzi sighed at the sensation, her fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of Paige’s neck, nails scratching lightly. “Missed me, huh?” she teased, though her voice came out softer than intended, reflecting just how much she was feeling it too.

Paige smirked against her skin, pressing one last open mouthed kiss beneath Azzi’s jaw before whispering, “Maybe a lil.”

Azzi pulled Paige toward her lips, her voice a soft whisper against the small space between them. “Liar,” she whispered before closing the distance, pressing their lips together.

Paige melted into it, her hands tightening around Azzi’s waist as she let herself sink into the warmth of Azzi’s mouth. It had only been a few days, but it felt like forever. She could feel Azzi smiling against her lips, could feel the way her fingers curled into her hair.

Just as the kiss was about to deepen, Paige heard the sound of small, hurried footsteps making their way toward the kitchen. Her instincts kicked in and with a quiet sigh, she tugged playfully on Azzi’s bottom lip before pulling back, smirking when she saw the way Azzi’s eyes fluttered open, a little dazed.

Azzi exhaled, blinking as if she was snapping herself out of it. “You’re evil,” she whispered.

Paige grinned, stepping away just in time for Lukas to come sprinting into the kitchen, completely oblivious to what he had just interrupted.

Paige glanced over at Lukas, who was bouncing on his feet, eager to eat dinner. “Go wash your hands so you can eat.”

Lukas nodded and dashed toward the sink, stepping onto his little stool that was positioned for him to reach the faucet. He hummed quietly to himself as he scrubbed his hands, focusing intently on the task at hand. Paige smiled at him before turning her attention back to the food, moving everything to the table,

As Lukas finished washing his hands, he hopped off the stool and walked over to the table, his eyes scanning the seats. “Ma, can I sit there?” he asked, pointing to the seat next to Azzi.

Paige laughed, raising her eyebrows at Lukas's sudden preference for the seat next to Azzi. "Go ahead," she said. She pushed his food over toward that spot, smiling as Lukas happily scooted into the chair beside Azzi and began to dig into his food.

Paige handed Azzi her food before sitting across from her, offering a small smile. Azzi’s lips quirked into a smile of her own as she murmured, “Thank you.”

The dinner started with easy conversation between Paige and Azzi, filled with them talking about the past few days and plans for the upcoming weekend. Lukas chimed in here and there, his voice cutting through the conversation with random, innocent comments or questions. It felt effortless—comfortable, even—until Lukas suddenly stopped, looking up at Paige with a serious expression on his face.

Paige was in the middle of talking to Azzi about her game on Sunday when Lukas suddenly cut in, his voice serious. "Ma, I got a question," he said, pausing with his kids-wrap halfway to his mouth.

Paige looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. "Wassup?"

Lukas set his wrap down. "Can I have a girlfriend yet?"

Paige’s mind raced, her face briefly going blank before she recovered. She was prepared for a lot of things, but not that—certainly not from her freshly four-year-old. She glanced at Azzi, who was struggling to suppress her laugh.

Paige cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. "No, buddy," she said, simply.

Lukas looked a little bummed, his small brows furrowing. "When can I have a girlfriend?"

Paige nearly choked on her own laughter at the sheer seriousness in his voice, but she composed herself, trying to act like it wasn’t the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. "Dude, why are you asking? You're, like, four."

Lukas just shrugged, his cheeks turning a little pink as he looked down at his plate. Paige couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "16, maybe," she said, figuring that might be a reasonable answer for when he'd actually be ready for a girlfriend.

Lukas looked up at that, trying to do the math with his fingers, clearly confused. After a few moments, he looked back at Paige. "How many years is that?" he asked earnestly.

Paige took another bite of her food, smiling despite herself. "Twelve," she answered casually.

Lukas stared at her for a moment, his small brows furrowing in thought. Then, in his innocent, matter-of-fact way, he turned to Azzi and asked, “Excuse me. How old will you be in 12 years?”

Paige froze for a second, her wrap halfway to her mouth. She glanced at Azzi, whose eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question.

Lukas stared up at Azzi, his blue eyes wide and serious, still waiting for an answer. Paige squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to come up with a way to explain this to her four-year-old. She put her food down and let out a quiet sigh, then looked at Lukas. "Lukas, buddy..." she trailed off, clearly struggling to find the right words.

Lukas looked at her expectantly, waiting for a response from one of them. Paige gave up trying to come up with a more tactful response and just went with the straightforward answer. "You can't date Azzi, buddy."

Lukas blinked a few times, then scrunched up his face. "Why not?"

Paige sighed, glancing over at Azzi, who could see how much Paige was struggling. With a soft smile, Azzi finally spoke up. "I'm a little too old, Luke.”

Lukas looked between the two of them as he tried to make sense of it all. “Even in twelve years?”

Azzi let out a soft laugh, her eyes crinkling as she smiled at him. “Yes, even in twelve years.”

Lukas let out a thoughtful “Oh,” and nodded slowly, accepting the answer as fact. But he wasn’t done yet. He then looked at Paige. “Ma, do you like Azzi? She’s not too old for you right?”

Paige blinked, once again caught slightly off guard by the abrupt shift, “Yeah, I do,” she said with a soft smile.

Lukas tilted his head side to side. “Like… like like?”

Paige chuckled again, reaching for her glass of water. “Yes, Lukas. Like like like.”

Lukas hummed thoughtfully, his spoon full of fruit paused in midair as he mulled it over. Paige watched him for a beat, a small hint of nervousness in her smile. “Is that okay with you?”

He shrugged, already turning his attention back to his plate like the weight of the conversation hadn’t even touched him. “Yeah,” he said casually, scooping up another bite of fruit. “She’s pretty.”

Paige blinked, then burst into quiet laughter, glancing across the table at Azzi—who was doing a terrible job of hiding her smirk behind her water glass.

“Well,” Azzi said playfully, leaning an elbow on the table, “guess I’ve got son approval now, huh?”

Even though Azzi was addressing Paige, Lukas nodded through a mouthful of food. “Mhm. You can stay.”

After that, the rest of dinner was pretty uneventful—filled mostly with Lukas’s nonstop chatter, bouncing from one random topic to the next now that he had food in his stomach. Paige and Azzi let him lead the conversation, throwing in playful questions to keep him going.

But even as they talked, Paige couldn’t help but notice the way Azzi’s foot kept brushing against her leg under the table.

Once dinner was cleared and Lukas had finished the last of his water, Paige stood and stretched. “Alright, time for bath and pajamas,” she said, nodding for Lukas to follow her.

He grumbled in protest but still grabbed his toy car and trudged after her toward his room.

Azzi smiled at them before catching Paige’s eye. “I’ll hop in the shower while you do that,” she said softly.

“Sounds good.”

…

When Azzi finished her shower, she oiled and detangled her hair before pulling it into a messy bun on top of her head. She slipped into one of Paige’s old college shirts—the UConn logo stretched across the front with the number 5 on the back.

She padded downstairs, the sound of laughter greeting her before she even reached the bottom step. As she rounded the corner, she paused in the archway, smiling at the sight in front of her—Paige and Lukas were tangled up on the living room floor, both laughing like crazy.

Lukas was squirming beneath Paige’s hands, squealing through fits of laughter. “Ma! Stop, stop! That tickles! I gotta breathe!”

Paige grinned, completely unbothered by his protests as she continued to tickle him. “Nah that’s what you get for splashing me in the tub!”

Azzi leaned against the wall, her heart softening at the sight.

Lukas finally managed to roll on top of Paige—she let him, of course—and he immediately launched his counterattack, his tiny hands moving clumsily as he tried to tickle her sides.

“Ha I got you now!” he declared, his grin huge.

Paige exaggerated her reaction, squirming under him as she laughed. “Ahh! No, not the tickle monster!”

Through her playful flailing, she caught sight of Azzi standing there, leaning against the archway. Her smile softened the moment she saw her, eyes flicking to the UConn shirt hanging comfortably on Azzi’s frame. It was an old one—faded lettering and all—but it looked ridiculously good on her. Paige smirked, eyes trailing over Azzi for way too long before she scooped Lukas up with a grunt and stood.

“Alright, go play with your toys for a bit. I gotta go shower.”

Lukas nodded, already halfway to his favorite corner of the living room, which was packed with cars, a mini ball and hoop, and a table with art supplies all over it.

As soon as his back was turned, Paige crossed the room toward Azzi. Without saying anything, she grabbed her hand and tugged her around the corner and out of sight. Azzi let herself be pulled, curiosity dancing in her face—until her back met the wall gently and Paige stepped into her space, hands on both sides of her waist.

Paige mumbled, “You look good in my shirt.”

Azzi tilted her head, smirking now. “Do I?”

Paige nodded, eyes flicking down her body briefly before meeting Azzi’s again. “Yeah… too good, honestly.”

Azzi bit back a smile, her hands sliding up Paige’s arms. “Maybe you should let me borrow your clothes more often.”

Instead of responding Paige just leaned in, pulling her into a kiss that was deeper than usual, her lips lingering longer as she gently pressed Azzi against the wall again.

Azzi melted into it for a moment before murmuring against Paige’s lips, “Thought you were going to shower.”

Paige smirked, lips brushing over hers again. “Five more seconds won’t kill me.”

Azzi grinned. “You gonna be thinking about this the whole time you’re in there aren’t you?”

Paige’s thumb dragged lazily across her side. “Absolutely.” With that Paige smiled at Azzi and gave her one more quick kiss before she went upstairs to shower.

Azzi’s stomach was still warm from Paige’s kiss as she wandered into the living room, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of the shirt. She sank into the couch, exhaling softly into the quiet. Lukas was still off in his corner, mumbling to himself as he attempted a spin move, and for a moment, Azzi let herself get lost in everything—how comfortable this all felt, how unexpected it was, how easy it had become to want this.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Lukas approaching until he was standing in front of her, holding out a picture book with his hands. “Can you read this to me please?”

Azzi smiled as she took the book from him. “Of course I can.”

He didn’t say anything as he climbed up beside her, settling close. Azzi waited for him to get comfortable, letting him wiggle around until he was satisfied with his spot. Then she opened the book across both their laps and began to read, her voice smooth as she brought the story to life.

Every so often, she’d pause to point something out—“What do you think that is?” or “Look at that face, silly, huh?”—and Lukas would grin, nod, or offer a quiet answer. His responses were soft, but they came quicker with each page, his comfort growing right alongside his curiosity.

By the fifth or sixth page, Lukas was fully leaned into her, his head gently resting against her chest. Azzi didn’t say anything about it. She just shifted the book slightly, adjusting to his weight as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

When Paige came back downstairs in her usual shorts and a sports bra, she froze just before she entered the room. Her eyes locked onto the couch—and for a second, she genuinely felt like she couldn’t move.

Lukas was curled into Azzi’s chest, his small body tucked against her like he belonged there. Azzi’s arm was wrapped loosely around him, the book still open in her hand as she read in a quiet voice. Lukas’s blue eyes fluttered, heavy with sleep, but still trying to hold on to her words.

Paige felt her throat tighten, breath catching as something sharp and soft cracked open in her chest. The sight hit her so hard she had to press her lips together to keep them from trembling. Her eyes stung, but she blinked quickly, swallowing the emotion down before it could rise too far.

She took a steady breath and stepped into view, her voice softer than usual as she asked, “What’s going on in here?”

Lukas didn’t even look up, just waved her off with a sleepy hand. “Sssh, ma… she’s reading to me.”

Azzi bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a laugh, while Paige chuckled under her breath. She crossed the room and sank onto the couch next to Azzi, her arm naturally stretching along the back behind her shoulders.

Azzi glanced sideways at Paige for a second, and they shared a look. Once again a blink longer than it needed to be.

Then Lukas shifted and looked up at Azzi expectantly. “You stopped.”

Azzi smiled, eyes still lingering on Paige before turning back to the book. “Right. Where were we?”

Lukas says easily, “The elephant.”

“Right the elephant, thank you.”

Azzi finished the story and Paige sat quietly beside her the whole time—fingers tracing absentminded patterns along the back of Azzi’s neck. It started out casual, innocent even, but as the pages turned and Lukas leaned heavier into Azzi’s side, Paige's touch grew more purposeful, more tender.

When she noticed that Lukas had fully fallen asleep, his little breaths even, Paige leaned in closer. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss just beneath Azzi’s jaw, then another along the curve of her neck, her voice barely a whisper as she murmured, “You’re really something, you know that?”

Azzi exhaled softly, her eyes fluttering closed for a second. Paige smiled against her skin and whispered again, lower this time, “You keep doing shit that makes me wanna give you whatever you ask for..”

Azzi turned her head just slightly, enough for their noses to brush. “You’re not making it easy to stay still right now.”

“Good,” Paige whispered, her lips grazing Azzi’s. “Wasn’t trying to.”

Paige pulled Azzi into a soft kiss, her hand slipping gently along Azzi’s jaw as their mouths moved together slowly. Their tongues met and lingered, tracing one another’s with a quiet kind of desperation. When Paige finally pulled back, her smile was laced with something fuller—adoration, maybe.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered against Azzi’s lips, still close enough to feel her breath.

Azzi blinked, eyes searching Paige’s for a moment before replying just as softly, “You’re amazing.”

Paige exhaled, a content sigh leaving her as she rested her forehead briefly against Azzi’s, not wanting to move. She finally pulled back, eyes flicking to Lukas. “Alright,” she murmured, “Imma take him to bed.”

Azzi nodded. “I’ll meet you in your room.”

Paige stood up and scooped Lukas into her arms, the little boy still sound asleep, head resting against her shoulder. She carried him upstairs, her steps quiet and practiced. Once she reached his room, she gently laid him down, tucking his blanket around him before turning on his night light by the bed, and the one in the bathroom connected to his room—just like always. She stood there for a moment, watching him, brushing a hand through his blonde hair before quietly stepping out and closing the door behind her.

Paige walked into her room and found Azzi sitting on the bed, eyes focused on her phone. The moment Azzi looked up and saw Paige, she set it aside without hesitation. After shutting and locking the door Paige moved toward the bed, standing between Azzi’s legs, looking down at her with a soft smile.

"Thank you for reading to him," Paige said, her voice sincere. "You didn't have to do that."

"You don't need to thank me for being a decent human," Assi teased.

Paige smiled at her, her heart softening. Before she could say anything else, Azzi reached for Paige's hand, tugging her gently onto the bed so she was hovering over her. Paige smirked down at her. “Wassup?”

Azzi’s gaze remained steady as she looked up at Paige, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. “Did you sleep with anyone while you were gone?”

Paige looked a little shocked at the question causing a slight pause before she answered. “Um..no…?”

“Why not?”

Paige shifted slightly, her eyes searching Azzi’s face to figure out where her mind was. Eventually Paige let out a small sigh saying, “Look I like you Azzi. A lot. And I realized that pretty early on. So I guess I just didn’t wanna disrespect you, your time, or the energy you’ve given me. It didn’t feel right.”

There was a quiet weight to her words, and Azzi felt a warmth stir inside her as she processed what Paige had said. The honesty between them always seemed to draw them closer.

Azzi answered back, “It sounds childish to say, but...I like you a lot too,” she admitted, a small but genuine smile forming on her lips. “And I’m probably going to regret saying this, but I can’t get you out of my head most days.”

Paige smirked, just as Azzi knew she would, but Azzi wasn’t done yet. “I just—I really can’t get hurt again, Paige,” she said, the vulnerability in her voice cutting through the small space between them.

Paige’s expression softened, her blue eyes warm as she gazed down at Azzi. “I wouldn’t hurt you, Azzi.”

Azzi’s eyes searched hers. “You don’t know that,” she replied quietly, her heart still a little heavy with the weight of past experiences.

Paige’s smile was gentle as she leaned in closer. “I do,” she said with quiet conviction. “Azzi, I have a son. This is about to be my 7th year in the league. I’m ready to slow down, have consistency in my life... in Lukas’ life.” Paige paused for a second before adding, “And I’m not about to lie to you, maybe four months ago I couldn’t say all this, but this past week away from you kinda showed me where I’m at mentally. So I'm telling you, you don’t need to worry about allat. I got you.”

Paige's words washed over Azzi, and for the first time in a while, she let herself feel hopeful that maybe, just maybe, this was something different. Something real. With a small smile Azzi connected their lips gently.

It deepened as Azzi pulled Paige closer, her hands wrapping around Paige's shoulders, urging her down, wanting to feel her weight on top of her. Paige hovered over her, their chests pressing together, the heat of their closeness growing as they kissed with a quiet urgency. It was slow, but every kiss seemed to carry the weight of the last few days they'd spent apart, the longing finally being given room to breathe.

For a few moments, they lost themselves in each other, their kisses messy yet perfect. Their lips moved against each other in a rhythm that somehow felt new and familiar at the same time. Occasionally, one of them would sigh softly, a breathless sound that only seemed to deepen the connection between them. Each touch, each shift of their bodies, felt like a reaffirmation of something they haven’t said yet.

Paige’s hands had drifted to Azzi’s neck, gently pulling her in closer, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her fingertips. Every so often, one of them would pull back slightly, just enough to catch their breath, their foreheads resting together, eyes fluttering open to gaze at one another.

Paige’s breath hitched when she heard Azzi slightly moan into the kiss causing her to slowly move her lips to Azzi’s neck, pressing a soft kiss there before returning to her mouth. “I missed this,” Paige whispered between kisses.

Azzi smiled against Paige’s lips, her hands tracing the outline of Paige’s jaw before pulling her back in for another kiss. “Me too,” she murmured, her lips capturing Paige’s with a different intensity.

As the kiss grew heavier, Paige slowly broke from Azzi’s lips, her mouth trailing down the curve of her jaw, pressing wet open mouth kisses until she found that spot on her neck that she knew Azzi liked. She attached her lips there, sucking gently before soothing it with her tongue, her breath hot against Azzi’s skin.

Azzi let out a quiet, involuntary sound—half sigh, half moan—as her fingers curled into Paige’s shoulders. “That feels good,” she mumbled, her head falling back to give Paige more access.

Paige smiled against her neck, lips brushing over the spot she’d just kissed. “Yeah?” she whispered, her voice low, full of quiet satisfaction at Azzi’s comment. “Swear I been thinking about this—about you all week.”

She nipped gently again, her hands smoothing up and down Azzi’s side. “Missed you so much,” she murmured into the warm skin of her neck, letting the words linger as she started to suck gently on Azzi’s neck again..

Azzi’s breath hitched, and she whispered, “Paige…”

Paige immediately paused, pulling back as her eyes searched Azzi’s. “You okay?” she asked softly, already easing off her, assuming they needed to slow down.

But Azzi shook her head and reached for her, fingers curling around the back of Paige’s neck as she tugged her back down, closer. “No, don’t…I didn’t mean stop,” she said, her voice breathless. “I just—God, I just wanted to say your name. It felt good.”

Paige smirked, her lips brushing against Azzi’s jaw as she leaned in again. “Mmm ok,” she murmured before kissing down her neck again, slower this time. Her hands slipped beneath Azzi’s shirt fingertips dragging along her warm stomach, tracing the lines of her sides.

Azzi’s fingers tightened slightly around Paige’s shoulders as she whispered, “Take it off.”

Paige once again paused, pulling back just enough to see her face, her hands still resting on Azzi’s ribs. Her voice was gentle, steady. “You sure?” she asked, blue eyes locked on Azzi’s brown ones, no pressure in her tone—just a quiet promise to Azzi that they could wait if she needed.

“Yes,” Azzi said, barely above a whisper. “I want this.”

Paige nodded and slowly lifted herself off of Azzi, her hands gliding down her sides as she moved. Azzi shifted fully onto the bed, her back resting against the pillows. She peeled off the UConn shirt—the one that smelled like Paige, the one she secretly didn’t want to give back.

Paige's gaze swept over Azzi’s bare chest, quiet and steady. Her blue eyes had dilated so they appeared darker, but the look she gave Azzi was soft, almost reverent. Like she was seeing something sacred.

Climbing back over her, Paige leaned down and whispered, “You’re so beautiful, Azzi.”

Azzi smiled up at her, a little breathless already. “Thank you.”

Paige shook her head, her voice even softer now. “I’m for real… I’ve never seen anyone like you.”

Azzi didn’t say anything this time. She just smiled and pulled Paige into another kiss, her fingers threading into the back of her hair. The kiss was slower now, full of everything that had been simmering between them for months. Azzi pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against Paige’s as she murmured, “Did you lock the door?”

Paige smiled. “Course I did.”

Paige lifted herself slightly, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s as she reached for her sports bra and tugged it over her head, tossing it aside. Warm light from the bedside lamp caught the lines of her body, casting soft shadows across her toned muscles. Azzi’s breath hitched, her eyes flickering over Paige—seeing her for the first time.

Paige dipped back down, her lips brushing over Azzi’s jaw before trailing lower—pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and then to the top of her chest. Her hands stayed on Azzi’s sides, thumbs moving in gentle, slow circles as she explored the new territory.

Azzi exhaled sharply, her fingers flexing against Paige’s back as her body arched into the touch. “Paige please…” she whispered, breathless and quiet, her voice catching on the edge of a moan.

Paige smiled softly against her skin, not saying anything—just letting her lips speak for her as she sucked along the curve of Azzi’s chest, her skin warm and flush against hers now. Every shift of Paige’s body, every lingering kiss, the way her tongue swirled around her chest, made Azzi whisper her name again and again, like she was afraid the moment would disappear if she didn’t hold onto the fact that it was Paige.

Paige’s mouth moved with purpose now, nipping and sucking gently at Azzi’s skin, leaving behind little pink-ish purple trails like a map of where she’d been. Her hands slid down Azzi’s sides, fingers curling and squeezing every so often—grounding them both in the moment. Each time she dipped lower, she let her tongue soothe where her teeth had marked.

Azzi’s breath caught again when Paige’s tongue traced her nipple, her back arching into the feeling.

“You sound so beautiful,” Paige whispered, her voice horse. She kissed the words into her just below her ribs, trailing them with her lips.

Azzi’s fingers found Paige’s hair, gently tugging as her eyes fluttered closed. Her heart was racing in her chest—not just from the way Paige was touching her—it was the way she was seeing her.

Paige looked up at her, her lips stilling for a moment as she whispered, “You okay?”

Azzi nodded, lips parted, her fingers tightening just slightly in Paige’s hair. Paige held her gaze for a moment longer, then slowly trailed down a little lower. Her mouth moved with care—pressing open-mouthed kisses, leaving behind soft marks that only Azzi would be able to see.

When Paige glanced back up, Azzi was already looking down at her—her brown eyes vulnerable, but filled with admiration. Paige paused, brushing her lips against her skin one more time before quietly asking, “Is this okay?”

Azzi nodded again, but Paige didn’t move. “I need you to say it’s okay for me baby.”

Azzi let out a quiet sigh, swallowing down the emotion that bubbled up. “Yes… yes, it’s okay,” she whispered, her fingers still in Paige’s hair. “It’s good. You’re good.”

Paige kissed her way slowly back up Azzi’s body, taking her time—savoring every inch, every sigh she pulled from her. When their lips met again, it was slow as Paige coaxed Azzi into relaxing, her hand sliding into the boxers she slipped on.

Her hand found Azzi’s clit, fingers brushing lightly as she began to trace slow circles against her wet center. The touch was soft, but the effect was immediate��Azzi’s breath catching, her body tensing slightly beneath Paige’s.

It had been a while so her senses felt heightened, her body already teetering between wanting more and struggling to keep up.

Paige felt it too—the way Azzi arched into her touch, the way her tongue pushed further into her mouth but her lips faltered at the edges. She pulled back slightly, just enough to rest her forehead against Azzi’s, her fingers still moving in gentle circles.

“Too much?” Paige whispered.

Azzi shook her head, her eyes half-lidded. “No,” she whispered. “It’s just…it’s been a long time.”

Paige nodded as she continued her movements. She watched Azzi closely—the way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted with each quiet breath. Paige leaned in and pressed a kiss to the edge of Azzi’s jaw, her voice warm.

“You look so beautiful right now,” she whispered. “So, so pretty.”

Azzi’s fingers curled in the sheets for a moment, her body shifting beneath Paige’s as she exhaled a shaky breath before saying, “You always say that.”

“Because it’s always true,” Paige said with a faint smile, nipping lightly at Azzi’s neck before soothing it with her lips. “And you sound even prettier. You don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.”

Azzi let out a soft laugh at that, but it faded into a soft moan when Paige’s fingers dipped down towards her entrance slightly before moving back up. “You’re making it really hard to think straight,” Azzi whispered.

Paige grinned against her skin. “Good. Lemme just make you feel good then.”

Azzi looked at her, eyes warm—she reached for Paige’s face, her fingers brushing her cheek. “I missed you while you were gone”.

Paige smiled and leaned into her touch, kissing her palm softly before whispering, “I missed you too. So much.”

With that, Paige dipped her head again, her lips starting to trail lower.

She continued to move slowly against Azzi’s clit, her fingers tracing delicate circles, as she felt the way Azzi’s body began to shift beneath her. Azzi’s breaths grew shorter, her soft noises turning into quiet whimpers that were harder to hold back.

Her hips shifted, chasing the warmth of Paige’s touch, and Paige felt it. Paige glanced up through her lashes, a small smile on her face. “That feel good, baby?”

Azzi nodded, her brows knit together as she exhaled shakily. “Yeah… yeah,” she whispered, almost breathless. “Fuck—Paige, I…” Her voice trailed off into another soft sound as Paige’s fingers dipped just a bit lower—not quite sliding in yet, but close.

Paige’s lips curled into a soft smile, brushing another kiss along Azzi’s stomach as she whispered, “You’re so responsive…I love how your body’s talkin to me.” She slid her fingers near her entrance again, grounding Azzi with her palm against her side.

Azzi’s fingers found Paige’s hair again, tugging gently as her back arched into her. “You’re driving me crazy,” she whispered.

“I haven’t even started,” Paige chuckled. “I been thinking about this—about you—every night.”

Azzi let out a breath that was almost a moan, her head tilting back against the pillow. “Please stop teasing me,” she whispered.

Paige smiled curling her fingers in the boxers Azzi had on, her eyes meeting hers in a silent question. Azzi answered by lifting her hips slightly, giving her the go-ahead. Paige peeled the fabric down Azzi’s legs, tossing it aside before her gaze dropped—and lingered.

All Paige could muster was a quiet, “Damn,” her eyes taking Azzi in completely—the way she was already dripping for her.

Azzi blushed under the attention, a small smirk tugging at her lips, but she didn’t look away. Paige pulled back just long enough to tug her shorts and boxers off, letting them fall beside Azzi’s so she wouldn’t be the only one bare.

Then she leaned down towards Azzi’s center, her eyes soft as they scanned Azzi’s face. “This okay?” she asked, her voice quieter now, more serious.

Azzi nodded without hesitation. “It’s more than okay,” she said, her voice reflecting her excitement slightly.

Paige nodded giving Azzi one last lingering look before she dipped her head down and pressed a soft open mouthed kiss to Azzi’s center. The warmth of her mouth made Azzi’s breath hitch and her stomach flutter. Her fingers tightened around the sheets.

Paige felt it—heard it—and looked up at her again, her expression gentle but searching. “You good?” she asked softly.

Azzi nodded again, this time slower, her hand brushing against Paige’s shoulder. “I’m good,” she whispered. “Amazing.”

Paige nodded gently, her hand’s brushing along Azzi’s thighs as she leaned back down, mouth returning to Azzi’s center. She kissed there slowly—once, then again—each movement tender and slow, letting Azzi melt into the rhythm.

Then Paige shifted her position slightly, hooking Azzi’s legs with her arms. She dragged her tongue up and down slowly a few times causing Azzi’s breath to hitch, her fingers tightening in Paige’s hair. It wasn’t desperate, she just needed to hold onto something to stop herself from making unnecessary noises.

Paige smiled into Azzi softly. “You’re doing so good,” she whispered. “Taste so good baby.”

Azzi let out a soft sound at that, her cheeks flushed, eyes fluttering open to look down at Paige. There was so much emotion in Azzi’s chest, it felt like it would spill over.

After hearing Azzi’s reaction, Paige started to lick at her with a little less reservation now, circling her tongue at any part of Azzi she could reach. “Been wanting to take care of you like this for a long time.”

Azzi’s hand slid into Paige’s hair again, pushing her closer. Whispering “Mmm–then don’t stop. Keep going just like that.”

Paige dipped back down, her lips and tongue moving in tandem, like she was committing every inch of Azzi to memory. Paige would’ve thought she was the one losing herself in it, completely undone, if it weren’t for the continuous sounds slipping off of Azzi’s lips.

Tiny gasps when Paige would dip her tongue into her entrance. Whispered sighs. Her name falling out in a broken moan, now and then, said so softly it made Paige’s heart ache in the best way.

The warmth in Paige’s stomach bloomed, rising into her chest and pressing against her ribs. She hadn’t expected to feel this full—like she could float away from how much she felt in this moment. She glanced up at Azzi, her wet lips still brushing softly against Azzi as she whispered, “You sound so beautiful, baby…”

Azzi’s eyes were hooded now—couldn’t open them further if she wanted to. “Oh fuck baby—feels so good,” Azzi whimpered, voice barely there. “You feel so good Paige…”

Paige’s lips curved into the softest smile. “You don’t even know what you doing to me right now,” she murmured. “Never wanted to take my time like this. Could stay in here forever.”

Paige kept moving, her tongue and lips still working in perfect rhythm, like she knew exactly what Azzi needed—like her mind had already memorized every little response, every sigh and plea that Azzi gave her. She stayed patient, even as Azzi’s body started to arch, her hips shifting restlessly, trying to push Paige closer.

Azzi’s fingers tightened in Paige’s hair, her breathing ragged as her body started to tremble beneath her. Paige looked up, her mouth still attached to Azzi as their eyes met.

For a moment, they just held the gaze—Paige’s blue eyes dark, full of awe, and Azzi’s low and hazy with everything she was feeling. Azzi’s lips parted, as if she was about to say something but a soft sound slipped out that wasn’t quite a word, but Paige understood it anyway.

Azzi’s voice cracked as she whimpered out, “I’m so close…”

Paige didn’t speak—she just gave a soft nod, never breaking eye contact as she dipped her tongue fully into Azzi’s entrance, letting out her own sigh at the contact.

Azzi’s breathing caught again, her lashes fluttering, but she didn’t look away. Even as her body moved desperately into Paige’s mouth, she kept her gaze on blue eyes, like Paige’s eyes alone was the only thing steadying her.

Paige moved her thumb gently across Azzi’s ribcage, a silent kind of comfort as she worked her tongue into her.

Even though barely a word had been said, everything about the way Azzi reacted for Paige, the way she breathed her name like it was sacred, told Paige more than words ever could.

Azzi’s lips parted on a shaky breath, her fingers gripping at the sheets now, trying to hold herself together. The feeling was overwhelming—Paige’s mouth, her hands, her presence. Her body was humming, too warm, too full, and instinctively, her head tilted back slightly, eyes fluttering shut to escape how much she felt.

But Paige’s hand slid gently up her side, squeezing gently.

Azzi opened her eyes to see Paige shaking her head no, barely a motion.

Don’t look away.

Azzi let out a soft, broken noise, her gaze locking back onto Paige’s. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her throat bobbing as she swallowed hard, her expression completely undone.

Paige never broke her rhythm, her own heart thundering at the way Azzi was starting to fall apart beneath her. But she didn’t rush—didn’t chase the end. She moved like she had all the time in the world, like every second mattered. Like Azzi deserved to be worshiped, not just fucked.

And Azzi—God, Azzi—she was unraveling. Her breath got stuck every few seconds, broken gasps and whimpers slipping out as Paige continued her path, eyes never leaving hers for long. Her hands had found their way to Paige’s now, interlacing them as she squeezed periodically.

Another lick. Another gentle stroke of her tongue. And still, Paige watched her without looking away.

Azzi’s eyes were glassy, lips parted, completely breathless until she was a trembling puddle beneath Paige, her body taut with feeling, unraveling as she cried out quietly. The pleas slipped from her as Paige helped her ride out her orgasm, the soft sounds of Azzi's lips echoing through the room and settling in Paige’s chest like a heartbeat.

Azzi’s hands gripped Paige’s shoulders now, her voice cracking with the way she whispered her name—over and over, like she didn’t know what else to cling to. And Paige, eyes still watching Azzi come undone, felt something bloom and break inside her all at once.

She’d never seen someone so beautiful. Never heard anything that made her feel like this.

Azzi was flushed and breathless, her eyes glassy and full of something that went beyond pleasure.

Paige kissed up Azzi’s body slowly, whispering quiet praises until she reached just beneath Azzi’s ear. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Azzi let out a small, broken sound in response, her hands sliding down to cup Paige’s face—pulling her into a kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, like neither of them wanted to let go of the moment—like they were trying to memorize each other completely with just their lips. Azzi’s hands stayed on Paige’s face, thumbs softly stroking her cheeks and Paige melted into it, one hand pressed to Azzi’s side, the other tangled in her hair that was no longer pulled into the bun.

Between kisses, they whispered—barely-there words, soft sighs of names and praises that faded into the warmth between them. Nothing loud. Just the kind of quiet that held weight, the kind that wrapped around them.

As their foreheads touched, breaths mixing, chests still rising and falling in uneven rhythm, something settled in both of them.

This was different. This was home.

They didn’t say it out loud. Not wanting to put too much pressure on the other, but they both felt it. In the way Paige looked at Azzi—like she was the only thing that existed—and in the way Azzi held onto Paige—like she never wanted to let her go.

The two of them stayed like that for a few hours that night, wrapped in the quiet comfort of one another. As the night stretched on, they took their time to learn the rhythm of one another, the way their hearts beat when they were close, the little sounds and touches that made them both want more. The world outside seemed distant, like it didn’t matter anymore.

Every kiss, every whisper, every laugh when Paige said something that rolled off her tongue a little too easily felt like a tiny piece of something beautiful being woven into the fabric of their connection.

…

When Azzi woke up the next morning in Paige’s large bed to the sound of her alarm, the first thing she did was smile. Her brown eyes glowed with contentment, her gaze light as she was met the pillows beneath her. The sun streamed gently into Paige’s room, casting warm light across the space. She could slightly hear Paige and Lukas downstairs, though their voices were muffled, not able to travel far enough in the large house.

Azzi reached for her phone, checking her schedule for the day. After taking a moment to stretch, she pulled herself from the comfort of the bed, her body still warm from the night before.

She made her way to Paige’s closet, grabbing some clothes she had left here the last time she stayed over. When she walked into the bathroom she smiled to herself, thinking back to when she had playfully joked about how tangled her hair always was whenever she left Paige’s place. To her surprise, the next time she came over, Paige had bought her the exact hair products Azzi had in her own bathroom, a thoughtful gesture that had made Azzi laugh and tease Paige for a few days despite the blonde refusing to believe she was a “simp.” The memory brought a lightness to her chest, and she shook her head, feeling a warmth in her heart that she didn’t quite know how to put into words.

Azzi was looking at herself in the mirror when she heard what sounded like Lukas letting out a screech of laughter and she felt a strange sense of peace settle over her. It was a good morning. And, despite the busy day ahead, for once, Azzi didn’t mind. Everything felt a little lighter today.

Once Azzi had gotten ready for her day, she grabbed her heels from Paige’s closet and carried them downstairs with her. As she stepped into the living room, she expected to see Paige, but instead, she only saw Lukas. He was lying on the floor on his stomach, his head propped up with his hands as he stared at the TV screen. His blue eyes were wide, not blinking as he watched Bluey.

Azzi couldn't help but laugh softly, the concentration on his face was too much. She stood there for a moment, attempting to see if the little boy would finally blink, before quietly walking toward the kitchen.

She found Paige in there, humming softly to herself as she made coffee, the early morning light catching the edges of her blonde hair. Paige’s back was to her, so Azzi leaned against the doorframe for a moment just watching her.

There was something about these moments, something about the simplicity of it all, that made her feel at home.

“Good morning,” Azzi said softly.

Paige turned around, a smile instantly forming on her face. “Good morning,” she replied, the sun making her squint a little. Paige motioned with her head for Azzi to sit at the island.

Azzi smiled as she walked over and sat down. Paige was quick to follow, placing a plate in front of her with turkey bacon, avocado toast, and eggs.

Paige leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Eat.”

Azzi laughed, her fingers brushing against Paige’s as she took the coffee, the warmth of the drink and Paige’s attention filling her with a sense of contentment. Paige grabbed her own plate before sitting down next to Azzi.

Azzi couldn’t help but notice how similar their portions were. With a small grin, she picked up one of her pieces of avocado toast and a few strips of turkey bacon, transferring them onto Paige’s plate.

Paige raised an eyebrow at her. “You need to eat, Azzi,” her voice was teasing and gentle as she said it.

Azzi smiled as she crossed her arms on the counter. “I am eating, but you need to eat more,” she replied with a playful grin knowing how much it annoyed Paige.

Paige rolled her eyes but she still had a smile on her face as she picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite. “You’re annoying.”

Azzi just laughed, watching Paige for a moment before grabbing a bite of her own food. “I know.”

Once they were finished eating, Paige cleared their plates and set them in the sink. “You need me to take you to the office?”

Azzi grinned as she stood from the counter, moving toward Paige and pulling her into a kiss without answering the question. Their bodies pressed against the cool granite of the countertop as the kiss deepened for a brief moment before Azzi gently pulled away. “It’s okay, Ben’s outside,” she whispered.

Paige nodded. She reached for Azzi’s hand, helping her balance as she carefully stepped into her heels. Paige’s eyes lingered on Azzi, her heart fluttering a little as she took in the sight of her. “You look too good,” she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief.

Azzi couldn’t do anything but laugh at this. “You say that every time you see me before work…anytime you see me period actually.”

Paige licked her lips and smirked at Azzi. “Cause what you tryna look good for if I’m not there?”

Azzi just rolled her eyes playfully, adding, “Whatever.”

The two of them made their way toward the front door. Paige opened it, revealing Azzi’s driver waiting in the grey natural stone driveway. Azzi was about to lean in for a kiss goodbye when suddenly, the sound of little feet pattering against the floor rushed toward them.

Lukas came running up, his small arms wrapping around Azzi’s waist in a quick hug. “Bye, Azzi!” he said with a big grin.

Azzi was surprised but grinned at him. She gently squeezed his face with one hand, causing him to make a face. “Bye, Lukas,” her voice filled with affection.

Lukas released her and bolted back toward the living room, calling out as he ran, “Back to Bluey!”

Azzi laughed as she watched him disappear back around the corner. When she turned her gaze to Paige, she caught the soft, awestruck look on her face. Azzi didn’t point it out. She just let Paige have the moment.

Instead, she stepped closer, wrapping her arms loosely around Paige’s shoulders, brushing their noses together as she leaned in. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I have to go gorgeous.”

Paige’s smile spread slowly, her hands slipping around Azzi’s waist. “I got practice in a lil bit, but I’ll text you after, okay?”

Azzi nodded, resting her forehead against Paige’s for just a second longer before they shared a quick kiss.

Then Azzi pulled away, walking toward the car with a small smile still on her face as Paige stood in the doorway, watching her go.

[astonmartinii]

insta au req about reader and charles being best friends and a rift comes between them because of his girlfriend(or whoever!!) and reader and max finally get together and she shades ferrari and charles purrrrr (if not i totally get it queen love u loads)

into the arms of another | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x reader

after charles leaves her out in the cold, y/n falls into the arms of another.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

part two part three

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yourusername: dumb and dumber: vacation edition

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user1: they're really just the definition of no thoughts behind the eyes

user2: it's crazy cause we all know you have to be smart to drive an f1 car and she has a literal degree in architecture but they are always in the most insane situations ever

charles_leclerc: that's my private jet don't call me dumb

yourusername: *rented, dumbass

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user3: they're friendship goals like perfect example of platonic soulmates and male and female friendship

arthurleclerc: so like what does a man need to do for a feature on your instagram?

yourusername: soz arth, step ur aesthetic up x

user4: oh to be besties with an f1 driver

user5: wait so like all the leclercs and their gfs went on this holiday, right?

user6: yeah arthur’s and lorenzo’s gfs have posted about being there

user5: so it’s kinda muggy that y/n refused to post the girls?

user6: not really she’s posted with the girls loads i think y’all just want an excuse to be mad at her

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: summer spent with the best people

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user8: no y/n ....

user9: did yall see that tweet about the girl who met y/n in corsica when charles left her stranded on the beach to walk home on her own

user8: what ???

joristrouche: love you brother

charles_leclerc: best mate

user10: the vibes have shifted, the atmosphere is weird and the absence of y/n is the centre of it

user11: i fear i've seen this film before and y/n is defo getting iced out because charles in back in a relationship

user12: noooooo i thought he'd matured past that after the last time he fucked y/n off for a girlfriend

user13: babes please stop expecting so much from men

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pierregasly: you look sunburnt calmar, did you leave it at home cause y/n isn't there to remind you?

charles_leclerc: she's here and i have been putting it on the sun just has it out for me

yourusername: i tried pierre, believe me

user14: well this is fucking awkward

user15: charles is not beating the allegations of forgetting about y/n while in a relationship LOL

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: simply lovely to win my home race again. the orange army never disappoint and i'm so thankful for all the support here this weekend

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user20: call me a conspiracy theorist BUT he thanked the orange army and the support separately i.e. Y/N Y/LN

user21: now you bitches usually jump to conclusions, but i'm hearing you this time

martingarrix: next set just gonna be super max on a two hour loop

maxverstappen1: i'll be there

user22: i'm sorry i'm new here why is y/n being in max's garage such a big deal? who is she? (gen.)

user23: y/n is charles' best friend, they've known each other since childhood and she's supported him through all levels of karting and single-seaters. though they haven't interacted too much in the public eye, max and y/n have known each other for as long as charles and max have. charles is a bit notorious for dumping y/n to the side for his girlfirend any time he's in a relationship and being inseparable once he's single again. after he ALLEGEDLY ditched her at a beach in corsica over the summer, y/n hasn't been seen with him or interacting with him online and was then in max's garage.

user24: maybe i'm messy but i genuinely want max and y/n to be together

yourusername: the red bull catering was defo worth breaking the cost cap

maxverstappen1: you're welcome any time

user25: can someone please check charles' pulse

landonorris: he looked like a cartoon with steam coming out of his ears earlier

user26: LANDO WHAT?

user27: tbf i think that's just a general side effect of driving the ferrari

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yourusername: hard ball or soft serve

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user28: in my professional shadow identification opinion, i have deduced that it is in fact max verstappen

user29: ur so delusional (i believe you)

charles_leclerc: so that's who you've been getting our vanilla and chocolate cones with

yourusername: i'm not entertaining this argument over the internet charles you know where i live

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user30: she's so much better than me i'd rip him a new asshole right here right now

arthurleclerc: please come to dinner on sunday, carla can't come and i don't wanna fifth wheel plsssssss y/n

yourusername: sorry chickie i've already got plans but give mama my love

arthurleclerc: noooooo what could be better than mama's sunday lunch

yourusername: i promise i love those dinners but i've had enough experience seventh wheeling you guys and would love time with someone who loves me for me

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user31: yall i feel like i'm in the family group chat in this comment section this feels illegal to see

user32: max is so sly with the comments he's liking but that's MY petty king

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f1: oops. charles leclerc takes championship leader max verstappen and himself out of the race at the first corner. the two did not mince their words, verstappen saying: "i tried to stay out of trouble but trouble came to me"

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user33: the way i RAN to twitter

user34: i'm not a verstappen fan but that quote goes so hard

user35: i'm all for leaving the drivers' personal lives alone but lord the tea is piping and sky cutting to y/n in max's garage? OOP

user36: no cause someone at sky has been watchign too much drive to survive because putting "charles' childhood friend" on her name banner as she's in max's garage was pure cinema

user37: charles be chatting mad shit for the man at fault

user38: leclerc drove into verstappen and perez and thought he'd manage to get out of the blame again LOL he's such a joker

user39: i think it's a good thing that y/n is skipping that dinner

user40: the way charles' gf wasn't even there this weekend and he was clearly looking for y/n in the garage

user41: the drama is too much for me to keep up with

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yourusername: only 16 years in the making but we finally got a clue

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user42: i'm going into cardiac arrest

maxverstappen1: finally now i can comment freely about my unbelievably sexy, smart and hilarious girlfriend who i love and defo haven't pined over for ten years

yourusername: awwwww maxy, if it makes you feel better i've liked you for that long as well

user43: hmmmm idk this all seems a bit fake

yourusername: babes i still fancied him when he was a lanky, spotty teenager

arthurleclerc: i can confirm this

user44: the way y/n was always so nice and constantly hyping charles and his gf in their comments ... where's charles

user45: tbf she is dating his rival

user44: oh please we all know they never hated each other and have been good friends for years, charles is just being petty

danielricciardo: never thought i'd see the day when max would grow some balls and finally ask you out

yourusername: i thought you were meant to be some great wing man, i didn't see you helping

danielricciardo: i didn't want to get ran over by charles, no thank you

user46: i'm so sad i want bestie charles and y/n back

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maxverstappen1: some girls might want to ride a ferrari but mine wants to ride a red bull

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user47: THE CAPTION? THIS MAN IS SO UNHINGED

user48: mad max returns and in the form of shady instagram captions

yourusername: but you didn't even let me drive :(

maxverstappen1: babe i love you but you don't have a license and that's a very expensive car

user49: wait don't make me depressed didn't charles say in an interview ages ago that he was going to teach y/n to drive? did this never happen?

yourusername: sorry to ruin your day but i'm still illegal on the road

landonorris: so no photo credits? i watched you guys kiss for so long to get that shot

yourusername: i didn't hear you complaining on the day

maxverstappen1: let him be lonely in peace

landonorris: that's really not the save you think it is but thanks mate

user50: i am so happy that y/n is happy but the way charles can't be happy for her relationship like she always is for me is so sad to me

user51: i get that the charles and y/n situ is sad but she's clearly happy with max leave them be

fin.

note: hope you enjoyed my love, i hope this was kinda what you were envisioning, i'm happy with it but would be up for a part two if people want it lol xx

[chrisevansonly]

𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐭2 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

✯social media au

✯charles leclerc x female reader

✯so will baby leclerc be a boy or a girl?

✯a few people wanted pt2 so here we go:) there may be a pt3 as well, kinda like a little smau series as i did with mom and dad! i’m slowly getting back into writing i promise:)

part 1 part 3

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baby leclerc is a boy!! charles and i couldn’t be happier!💙💙💙

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username im so happy for you guys!!!

arthur_leclerc 💙💙

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lilyhme congratulations you two!!💙

>ynleclerc thank you my angel!!🩷

username that’s gonna be the cutest baby🥹

charles_leclerc i love you and our little boy so much already❤️

>ynleclerc we love you more🥺

username oh they’re gonna be the best parents ever!

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little trip to spoil this mama before baby boy gets here, safe to say she is feeling very relaxed❤️

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username y/n looking so beautiful as ever 😍

username SHES GLOWING!!!

leclercpascale look at her!! oh she looks so beautiful

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>ynleclerc merci maman🥺🩷

>username y/n calling pascale maman😭

ynleclerc i love you so so much char, thank you for spoiling me and loving me the way you do i’m so so lucky 🩷🩷

>charles_leclerc always and forever chérie

username charles & y/n forever 😭

wagsoff1 the best grid couple by far

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please come home and take us for a boat ride, we miss you too much:(

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username pls why am i crying😭

username MY HEART CANT TAKE IT

charles_leclerc amour :(

charles_leclerc i’ll be home tomorrow i promise, as soon as i can

>ynleclerc why not now:(

>carlossainz55 i’ll make the race go extra fast y/n!

>ynleclerc okay:(

username watch charles leave the race😂

arthur_leclerc i can take you on the yacht if you want? carla and i can pick you up?

>ynleclerc oh yes please🥹🥹

>arthur_leclerc okay 10 mins!! 💙

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just a leclerc family outing in monaco, the trio is back together!! (sorry charles ur out)

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username YES THEYRE BACK TOGETHER

arthur_leclerc it would be a trio if you two didn’t DITCH ME

>carla.brocker we did no such thing

ynleclerc thank you for cheering me up today, i had the most fun❤️❤️

>carla.brocker anytime babe!! can’t wait for baby leclerc to get here🥰

charles_leclerc thank you for taking care of her while i’m away🩷

charles_leclerc are you sure they ditched you @/arthur_leclerc or are you just slow 😃

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i hope its okay... Can i request arven penny nemona and kieran Meeting a pokemon Trainer that is basiclly Pokemon sword/shield MC and maybe hop or marni come to visit? Or it can just be Just the Trainer i wouldn't mind anyway here's the team

A inteleon is kinda like a big brother to the team but still is Sometimes mischevous

Zamazenta who May look cold but is essentialy a big puppy

Gerdevoir who kinda has a sibling like rivaly with with salazle on who's stronger

Salazle who is a little diva but both her or gardevoir will beat you up if you insult the other

And a sylveon and glaceon who are like peas in a pod and will go out to defend the other if something happend

Anyway you don't have to write it if you don't want to since its kinda long and have a good day/night 💜💛

Arven

Apparently saving a region from an ecological crisis wasn't your first rodeo..as you've done this in Galar too.

After sharing stories of how you became champion, prevented Chairman Rose from causing a second "Darkest Day" with Eternatus, revived the Hero Duo (with Zamazenta being living proof), etc...Arven's fully convinced you need a vacation.

Funny enough, Paldea was meant to be your fresh start and a way to begin your studies like a normal kid.

But of course that didn't happen.

Facing the Titan Pokémon together reminds you of the Dynamaxed ones, but you thanked Arceus they weren't that gigantic nor have any brutal G-Max moves.

When it comes to food, Arven learns you can make a mean curry dish, often trading each other recipes.

In fact, you've made so many types that your team is just happy to eat whatever you've cooked up.

Speaking of which..your current team is the same one from Galar. You decided they were ready for a new adventure in a new region by your side.

Inteleon, once a timid Sobble, tended to sneak bites of curry/sandwiches from the others, but otherwise acts like a cool older brother to your team.

His Snipe Shot is deadly and he lowkey missed being able to Gigantamax, although he likes how flashy he becomes when terastalized.

Zamazenta actually enjoys belly rubs, discovering this only after witnessing Arven give Mabosstiff pets on the stomach.

Gardevoir and Salazzle have been rivals since they were a Ralts and Salandit, having a few sparring matches during camps/picnics.

But trust they will BOTH go on the offense if anyone dared hurt the other. Arven witnessed this firsthand down in Area Zero when an Iron Hands attacked Salazzle with a ground move, and Gardevoir's Moonblast absolutely destroyed it.

Finally, Sylveon and Glaceon were two inseparable Eevees. You couldn't catch one without taking the other with you, and ever since then they've stuck together like glue, even evolving at the same time.

When Hop and Marni visited you in Paldea (whether to just travel or study abroad), Arven gets a little jealous that they were your friends before he was..but learns to get along with them.

Penny

Assuming she was studying abroad in Galar (after ditching Team Star) when the events of SWSH took place, she definitely would have seen your face around social media and on nearly ever TV station.

She knew you defeated Leon in the championship.

But she NEVER would've guessed it was you who also stopped the second Darkest Day from happening--and quelled Eternatus, of all things.

It was like you were the protagonist of some epic anime, doing all this heroic stuff yet being so casual when talking about it to her, Arven, and Nemona.

But she wants to hear all about your adventures!

Even though she was a little jealous you did all these cool things while she had to continue her studies.

She's thrilled to meet your Sylveon and Glaceon, finding their strong bond to be sweet and similar to her own Eeveelutions.

If you went to Crown Tundra, she immediately asks if you met her father and apologizes on his behalf if he was too overbearing.

But you amuse her with the story of how Calyrex kept temporarily possessing his body to speak to you.

The first time you brought out Zamazenta, Penny was a little intimidated by the way it looked at her menacingly...

Until it does the same thing Miraidon/Koraidon did to her during Operation Starfall:

And that is tackle her in kisses and icky wolf slobber.

She wonders why all your Legendaries do this to her..

Underneath the gruff, tough, and battle-hardened appearance, it turns out that it's really just a giant puppy longing to be spoiled like a Growlithe.

Nemona

Right from the get-go, she knew you were Galar's most recent champion and wanted to see how you fight.

Of course, that meant you had to adapt from the Dynamaxed battles you were so accustomed to and get used to Terastalized battles instead.

But you're a quick learner.

In fact your Inteleon, despite being at a disadvantage against her Pawmot, still managed to sweep half her team.

Sometimes you'll have your Paldea starter in your party in place of Zamazenta, but when you brought the shield wolf out for the first time during a picnic...Nemona was in awe.

"So THIS is one of the legendary heroes that Ms. Raifort taught us about????" She gawks, especially as you bring out the rusted shield and let it transform.

Penny made a good point: you may as well be a modern-day hero of Galar yourself!

She also wanted to hear all about your trials and tribulations with the gym challenge, having seen your battle on television and how Leon congratulated you for winning the championship.

Ngl it made her tear up the first time she rewatches it with you, proud of how you were still eager to finish it even though the Second Darkest Day interrupted the match and almost destroyed the whole region.

It lowkey made her feel bad when you, her, and the others had to go down to Area Zero and prevent another disaster that would've also unleashed dangerous Pokémon all across the region...

Yeah, you definitely needed a break and a chance to feel like a normal trainer.

And what better way to do that than to battle Nemona again and again?

Kieran

When you first met in Kitakami, you never struck him as the type to be Galar's Champion (as well as its savior from the second Darkest Day--the first one being an event he read about in books).

It's not something you liked to brag about anyways. So you downplayed your experiences while talking to him during the signboard project.

All he knew was that you lived in Galar and participated in the gym challenge. That's it.

Only when you show up to BB Academy does he overhear people talking about you like you're some celebrity, and he realizes you've been keeping even more secrets from him...

"Did you hear?? The Galar Champion is joining the league club!"

"I heard they reawakened Zacian and Zamazenta! They brought the heroes of Galar back to life!"

He refuses to believe it up until the moment you two battle, where Gardevoir and Salazzle worked incredibly well together, before you sent out Zamazenta near the very end.

Ofc Kieran is FURIOUS, screaming about how you lied to him yet again and "never changed".

"You told me you were just a normal kid from Galar...WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?!!"

It's so unfair. You're hailed as a hero in a different region, you held two (and eventually three) champion titles, AND you have Zamazenta on your side...while he's a nobody from Kitakami who gave up so much and worked so hard--only to realize he'll never be even half as great as you.

How could he ever be like you with so many achievements under your belt?

But after you two become friends again (with you apologizing for not fully telling him the truth about yourself), Hop called you in hopes of visiting the academy's Terarium to research the Pokémon there.

You introduce him to Kieran, and they have a long chat about their rivalry with you.

Things get a little awkward when Hop rambles about his constant losses against you and his desires to become stronger (plus his struggle to step out of Leon's shadow), only to find his true calling as a professor in the end.....before asking Kieran how he coped.

"...oh um...I-I didn't really cope that well. I got jealous and bitter and..let's just say I wasn't very nice to [y/n]." He mutters, feeling ashamed.

"Awh really? But you seem like a nice chap now!" Your Galarian rival/friend tries cheering him up, although he understood his pain and felt that same humiliation several times before.

But Kieran did learn a thing or two from him, just like he did from Nemona. Battling was still his calling, but he forgot how to have fun with it, and he needed that reminder.

He mentions trading you an Applin, and Hop does a spit-take, asking if he knew what that meant (or if you told him).

If so, then he congratulates you both on your new relationship.

If not, then you let Kieran google it on your rotomphone...

Before he buries his face into Zamazenta's fur a few seconds later, trying to hide his worsening blush while you and Hop just laugh.

[thenickgirl]

Bf!Nick HeadCanons

nick x male!reader

disclaimer: this is all fictional! these are based on my own conclusions as a (unhinged) fan.

warnings: not proofread. mostly fluff, a little suggestive. i kinda wrote these as they came to my mind so i apologize if it doesn’t really flow well 😭

Nick as a boyfriend:

♢ he’s the number one shit talker and comeback king, so he loves teasing you but it’s all laced with love

♢ not very big on PDA, but will hold your hand and give small kisses when in public

♢ he’s never controlling or jealous, he trusts you and is confident in the relationship you two have

♢ he will talk you to death, but will also listen intently to what you have to say

♢ he loves taking pictures with and of you, especially off guard ones

- “wait when did you even take this?”

“uhh…don’t worry about it”

♢ he’s much softer around you, always blushing or giggling and a little nervous

♢ he claims to hate pet names but will blush every time you call him baby, sweetheart, or my love

♢ he hates the teasing from his brothers so whenever you come over, he’ll keep you hostage to his room

♢ he’ll want to wait a while before hard launching your relationship to the public, but once he does you’ll be in almost every one of his photodumbs

♢ he loves the bond that you have created with matt and chris, but hates it when you chose to spend time or hang out with them instead

- “you’re seriously ditching me for matt right now?? is he gonna suck your dick? no i didn’t think so”

♢ he’s very protective, would not tolerate any hate towards you, he’s quick to rip someones head off their shoulders about you

♢ he loves going out and experiencing new things with you, whether it be new restaurants, new clothing stores, or even traveling he just loves spending time with you

♢ he’s making you watch every single season of RuPaul and if you’ve never seen Edwards Scissorhands…just take a wild guess

♢ he enjoys seeing you happy and passionate about things you like as well, he doesn’t mind a single bit when you guys watch your favorite show for the 12th time this week

♢ he loves hugs, anytime you wrap your arms around him he just melts

♢ he loves going on walks and late night drives with you and if you let him on aux omg he’s ready to suck you off right then and there

♢ he absolutely loves spoiling you: birthdays, anniversaries, holidays, any celebrations you’re getting flooded with gifts. he tries to make them a surprise but fails because he’s so excited to give them to you

- “i got this for your birthday, i couldn’t wait”

“but my birthday is two months awa-”

“JUST OPEN IT”

♢ he loves when you wear his hoodies and sweaters, he just thinks you look so cute in them

♢ you’ll always get a first hand look at all the new and upcoming space camp products way before they’re released

- “i think this one is gonna do really well”

“which flavor is that?”

“kiss me and you’ll find out”

♢ disagreements or arguments never last long between you two because one of you always caves

♢ if you’re active on social media he’s the first person in your comment section, hyping you up like crazy

♢ he’s not overly affectionate, but will always reassure you of how much he loves and cares for you

♢ if you’re ever in a car video he’ll make sure you get your chance to speak, cutting off matt and chris without hesitation

- “HELLOOO. i hear them, do you??”

♢ he’s not overly sexual, but is easily turned on by you, something as simple as a smirk or the way you look at him will have him on his knees for you

♢ he loves when you have your hand on his thigh when you’re driving, or your hand around his waist when you’re walking together

♢ intimate moments are always private, keeping things sweet and sensual, taking your time with one another. even on the rougher nights you both make sure that after care is a priority

♢ when you’re alone he simply can’t keep his hands off of you, always touching you in some way or another

♢ he loves cuddle sessions, but because he gets hot so fast they’re usually short lived

♢ he’s such a people person so when you take him to meet your parents they love him instantly

♢ he’ll be super supportive of you and whatever it is that you do, always willing to help you if you need it

♢ he loves to praise you even when you’re not in his presence, he loves talking about you to others

- “y/n is just amazing, i love them so much and i’m so blessed to have met them. i could literally talk about them for hours”

taglist: @demistyles @sturniolossss @mattslolita @guccifrog @luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @orangelala @freshloveforthefit @imsosillygoofylol @moonk1ss3d

[dedeinthewild]

hiii, stopping by to say I'm really clumsy and I lost another of your request, that was made using some of my prompts and was about Arvid. If you recognize your request, I'm sorry but I still have to learn a lot about tumblr 💫

arvid lindblad x reader, childhood bestfriends reunited

-"you still have the bracelet I made for you?" -accidental first kiss

summary : At a middle school reunion, Arvid and ___ cross paths again, rekindling old memories and sparking a little more than just friendship. With laughter, nostalgia, and a touch of magic, they realize some connections never really fade.

According to her, school reunions were pointless and doomed from the start, whether the class had been a united group or a constant battlefield. People grew, interests changed, and while the idea of spending time together once more might have been appealing, she firmly believed that if people drifted apart, there was always a reason behind it—and whatever the reason, it was probably for the best.

The invitation had arrived a few days earlier, while she was on a train to Edinburgh to meet a friend. Her roommate had opened it without waiting, her hands stained with iodine tincture and strands of hair falling across her forehead. When she returned home that night, late and exhausted, she found her roommate waiting with an open tub of ice cream, two spoons, and the TV screen paused on Netflix’s logo.

"Someone’s invited you to your middle school reunion.”

"Wasn’t that a high school thing?"

"You’ve just graduated, smartass."

She laughed, dropping her bag on the floor and collapsing onto the couch in her slippers, wriggling under the blanket her roommate had wrapped around herself. She leaned back into the cushions, feeling the day's fatigue settle heavily on her.

"That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. What’s next? Kindergarten reunion?" she said sarcastically, grabbing one of the spoons. The stale sandwich she’d had on the train hadn’t been enough for dinner.

"Do you even remember who was in middle school with you?"

"That’s the point," she replied, narrowing her eyes. "I don’t."

Her roommate shook her head, smirking at how oblivious she was, despite having raved just months ago about a certain Formula 3 driver she used to know in middle school.

"Should I give you a clue?"

She nodded, taking a bite of the mint chocolate chip ice cream.

"He’s fast, and kinda cute."

She furrowed her brows, the clue not registering right away.

"You’re that clueless? God, you have the memory of a hamster."

Arvid Lindblad. Her last deskmate in middle school. The one who always sat in front of her on the school bus and walked her across the campus during recess to meet their friends from another class.

"Lindblad? He’s an ass now," she said, scooping up more ice cream. "And he’d never come to a reunion."

"If you don’t go, I will."

Her roommate seemed adamant, almost annoyed at the mention of the Brit. He’d practically grown up alongside her and had been her last tie to that chapter of life. They hadn’t seen each other in years, though she’d caught glimpses of his races. His apparent arrogance irritated her, as did his way of flaunting his jet-setting life on social media. It only served to remind her that, despite achieving her dreams, everyone else seemed to have climbed higher than she had. And maybe, just maybe, that stung a little.

"It’s pointless."

"You always dreamed of a paddock pass, and now you’re ditching the chance to get one?"

"I can’t just show up to Arvid and ask him to invite me to a race after five whole years."

She wasn’t opportunistic, and she prided herself on that. If she had made up her mind not to go, no one could sway her otherwise.

"But Mom, I don’t wanna go," she whined, sitting at the kitchen counter of her childhood home, just ten minutes by train from the apartment she shared with her university roommate.

"You need to," her mom said, patting her shoulder. "For once." She knew her daughter well enough to understand she needed to step out of her comfort zone and relive the joys of middle school, one of the happiest times of her life aside from high school. And she needed to see Arvid again. No one understood that more than her mom, who could read her like an open book.

And so, the following week, she found herself on another train, wearing a sweater her mom had bought for the occasion and freshly washed hair, feeling foolish for even spritzing on a little perfume. The reunion would undoubtedly be a waste of time, especially since the venue had shifted from a nice restaurant in central London to grabbing a quick slice of pizza before heading to a stadium. Who in their right mind would plan a reunion at a stadium?

"See you all in 20 at King Edward Park," her phone buzzed with a notification from Daniel, their old class rep, who had organized the whole thing.

She arrived at the station shortly after, taking the Tube to Wembley Central. Exiting the escalator, she wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. The night was cold and damp, though thankfully without any threat of rain. It was a ten-minute walk from the station to the park, which she strolled at a leisurely pace, knowing she was right on time.

While on the train, she had scrolled through old class photos again, mentally categorizing everyone into groups, imagining what they might be up to now. They had all graduated from high school by now, and most were probably in university. She had to admit—she was curious.

"Midget?" a female voice called out as she turned the corner toward the park, her hands stuffed deep into her pockets.

Midget—the nickname her trio of friends had given her in their last year, when everyone else had shot up by ten centimeters while she remained her petite 155 cm.

"Hey," she smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of reintroducing herself to everyone. A tall girl, towering over her by at least 30 cm, approached her with open arms. Her blonde hair was still styled as it used to be in two neat braids.

"Is everyone already here?"

"Yeah, only you and Arvid were missing," her friend replied with a grin, giving her a friendly pat on the arm.

She greeted the others, most of whom barely recognized her at first. The attention soon shifted, though, to the sound of baggy jeans brushing against each other and a head of unruly curls illuminated by the streetlights.

He had come after all, proving her wrong in at least one way.

Arvid Lindblad, now a standout Campos driver in F2. From being the sociable and popular kid in school, he had grown into the most recognized and arguably most accomplished member of their group.

"Evening, man," Daniel greeted him warmly, shaking his hand before pulling him into a brief hug. Arvid’s smile, as dazzling as it had always been, lit up his face. Despite his success, he seemed to have made an effort for the occasion.

He exchanged casual banter with the others before finally approaching the last two girls, who were chatting off to the side. She had opened her jacket, feeling a little more at ease, laughing with the tall blonde in front of her.

"How are you, Kendra?" Arvid asked, addressing her friend first while trying to mask the fact that he didn’t immediately recognize the other girl.

But she recognized him.

When she shifted slightly, the light from a nearby lamp revealed her face more clearly. And then, Arvid recognized her too. Those eyes he had looked into so many times, and the shy smile she gave when she wasn’t sure of herself or felt uncomfortable.

"_____?" he asked, still a little uncertain.

"Arvid," she replied softly, biting the inside of her cheek, her heart racing.

He looked down, pressing his lips together. With her, it was different.

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“We could use an oily pizza right about now,” Daniel said, wrapping an arm around Kendra’s shoulders and taking the lead of their small group of barely a dozen people as they made their way out of the park, leaving her and Arvid to bring up the rear.

Arvid walked with his hands in his pockets, a carabiner dangling from a belt loop of his jeans, and a black sweater keeping him warm. Meanwhile, Wembley was already gearing up to host the match they were there to watch. His curls were more defined than before, springing like little coils that brushed his eyebrows with every step. The new haircut gave him a lot of volume, perfectly complementing his distinctive features.

“You’ve changed a lot,” he said, attempting to start a conversation.

“I have, yeah,” she replied, still looking down, letting her bangs shield her a little from his gaze.

“I’m guessing you’re studying medicine, like you always wanted.”

She laughed, nodding, while Daniel darted into a questionable-looking place across the street, leaving Kendra outside with the rest of the group.

“I read your book, you know.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised that he had actually read the book she published the previous year, the culmination of a project she had been working on since middle school.

Arvid stopped, leaning against a brick wall behind him, his hands now tucked into his jeans’ pockets. She stayed beside him, the laughter of the others drifting in the background as they likely joked about Kendra’s impulsiveness and how she and Daniel had found each other after middle school, eventually becoming a couple and now running her father’s antique shop together.

“One of my mechanics gave it to me as a gift. I knew it was yours from the very first page.”

“Not from the name?” she teased.

“You know I’m a bit forgetful.”

She laughed, leaning against the lamppost opposite him and pulling her scarf up over her red nose to shield it from the cold. Arvid watched her with a soft smile.

“So, you’re in F2 now,” she said, taking the lead in the conversation for once.

“Having a lot of fun, yeah.”

“What do you want?” Daniel shouted from across the street, looking at them with his wallet in hand.

“Two diet cokes!” they both yelled in unison, almost reflexively.

As Daniel disappeared back inside, they turned to look at each other, an expression passing between them that seemed to hold all their shared memories, the ones they had built before growing apart and losing touch for years. Memories they both had refused to admit they missed.  

She had once convinced herself that Arvid was arrogant, even though deep down, she knew he was just self-assured. Maybe their years apart had made her misjudge people, especially when it came to him. Not that she was jealous—or obsessed with him. She simply knew that the reason behind their drifting apart didn’t quite fit the usual narrative.

The mismatched group headed to the entrance of Wembley, where Daniel had secured tickets for seats in the stands. By now, they were nearly finished with the greasy slices of pizza and washing them down with drinks that helped digest what Daniel generously called “pizza.”

“Here are the tickets,” Daniel said, handing them out. “We’ll split up for security, so if anyone gets lost, at least you’ve got your own ticket. Sit wherever you want.”

The girls went through the scanners first, followed by the guys. Then they climbed the stairs to the stands. Once again, Arvid was beside her.

“Who do you want next to you?” the driver asked, typing something on his phone while they waited for the others, who had stopped off at the restroom.

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied, shrugging slightly before taking her seat. Noticing this, Arvid decided for her and sat down beside her, placing his phone in the small console between their seats and rubbing his hands against his pants to warm them as she looked around.

The others arrived moments later, laughing as Greg—once the biggest bookworm of their group—nearly tumbled down the stairs. They settled in just as the players began warming up on the field. 

While they waited for the match to start, they all chatted, enjoying the moment and showing her that perhaps this reunion wasn’t entirely pointless. Maybe being grumpy toward people didn’t really serve her well. As different as she felt from them, they all formed a pretty good group.

The match started shortly after, with the home team getting off to a strong start. Their plays were impressive, though Daniel’s detailed commentary went mostly unheard by the others. Meanwhile, she and Arvid were busy imagining the backstories of the fans seated around them, laughing quietly at their own stories and occasionally covering their mouths when someone overheard and turned to glare at them. They cheered for the team and paid attention to the game but were simply happy to share the evening together. Not as the anxious first-year medical student or the famous Formula 2 driver—but as Arvid and ____, the way they had been in middle school.

“You still have the bracelet I made you,” she smiled, noticing his large hand resting on his knee. Next to one of his expensive watches was one of the embroidery floss bracelets she used to love making as a kid.

He looked at his wrist, smiling slightly as he nodded.

“Why would I take it off?”

“It’s completely worn out.”

“Then make me a new one,” he suggested. She leaned back in her seat, pretending not to notice the blush spreading across her freckled cheeks.

The stadium was packed to the brim, erupting into chants every time a player took possession of the ball. It was a fascinating atmosphere for both of them, who didn’t often attend games due to their busy schedules. The home team came tantalizingly close to scoring a goal more than once.

During halftime, the group scarfed down quick desserts at the stadium’s restaurant—panna cotta accompanied by a glass of water—before making another restroom stop to brace against the cold.

“I want to know everything. Will you hurry up?” her roommate texted her.

“Wait up for me,” she replied, leaving the restroom with a contented smile and rejoining the others outside. Arvid watched her as she stepped back to Kendra’s side. When they descended the stairs back to the stands, he approached her and fixed her scarf, which had gotten pinched in her jacket, her long hair tucked awkwardly inside.

She smiled as she felt him fussing with her scarf, and then they took their seats again. The second half began, passing much faster as the two strong, determined teams remained scoreless. But everyone in the stadium could sense that a goal was imminent.

And it was.

Early in the second half, the stadium erupted as the home team scored, the ball hitting the back of the visitors’ net. The crowd went wild, celebrating the home lions' triumph. 

Around them, a bunch of shirtless men hollered with passion, and one beside them, despite wearing a coat, began thumping his chest and shouting in an indecipherable dialect. Shocked, she reflexively turned to Arvid to joke about it.

“God, he’s gone rogue—”

But she didn’t find Arvid.

She found his lips.

In the chaos of the cheering crowd, they had turned to each other at the exact same moment, only for their lips to meet instead of their gazes.

Without realizing it, they had kissed.

After five years of not seeing each other—five years of parting as best friends.

“Oh, sorry,” they both said, stepping back. But the jostling crowd around them shoved them back together, and she found herself in Arvid’s arms.

“Sorry again,” she said with an awkward smile, her face completely flushed, while the crowd kept singing. Arvid gently untied the knot in her scarf, freeing her neck as he placed his hands behind her head.

“I should take you out,” he said, his voice steady despite the noise. “Because now I want to kiss you for real.”

two updates today! To answer whoever asked me which requests I had in progress for Arvid, this was the second last one (here he's a bit older and already in F2, maybe twenty-ish)

-not proofread so there might be a few errors, but I really hope you like it!🍀

[oceanblueeyes03]

May I make a counter-argument to the LUKE NEWTON IS NOT SUPERFICIAL, SHALLOW OR EGOTISTICAL!...? (Perhaps I should go back & actually read that entire treatise before I dive in but... sorry)

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Luke's PR team have got to be burning through all these social media platforms with a frenzy only deserved for the frenetically desperate. It's gotta be a trial doing all this for only a C-list actor. To be fair, I'm sure it's panic inducing for Luke even if he just sees a skosh of what's put out there (but we know he lurks & sees more). 👀👀 I can't feel enormous sympathy though because a lot of this is of Luke's own making. And I don't mean to leave out Antonia or whatever influence she continues to have on the decisions that Luke makes, but in the end - the buck stops at Luke. Again, PR can only suggest moves. It is Luke Newton who decides & it's on him.

I believe this is a hard life lesson in the importance in taking charge of your future & what happens when you become lackadaisical or careless. I always saw Luke as passive. Things happen to him & others manage it for him. There's been no apparent wrangling of the reins on his part (until recently but I'll get to that in a second). We all agree Bridgerton & Nicola did a lot of the 'wrangling' during their season & WT. Luke showed up when told & kinda floated through the experience. The heavy lifting was left for others. You could argue he's shy, naive, or inexperienced. You COULD, but 32 years of age, having been in the business since a teen...... sure... 🙄🙄

But now onto his circle of friends... boy does fame & money bring out the worst in people. I realize this sounds insulting: that Luke was steered wrong by those closest to him, but I'm pretty sure he was. He let it happen. His entire entourage seem... immature. Like minds & all. Think of former frat boys who go back to their alma mater & who never mentally/emotionally matured. They still think & act like they're 22. You know the type I'm talking about. Luke doesn't give off ring-leader vibes. As stated above, he floats. Luke let his friends get in his ear rather than circle the wagons with professionals to capitalize or strategize on his career. BAD move. Weak sauce, man.

He f&#$ed off, gambled his own career, caught himself with his pants down (HBS), & blew through his earnings. Imbecile. You may ask, why didn't his family step in? He's a 32-year-old adult male surrounded by 'his bros'. Have YOU tried telling an immature 32-year-old male what to do? Hey, his family tried. In the end, it's up to Luke. This rude awakening has rocked his foundation & has continued to do so to this day. Pitfalls. Bad decisions. Missed opportunities. The allure of fame, ego, thirsting females, sex, & rockstar lifestyle. Insert every weak-willed male ingenue cautionary tale - it's textbook. 🥱🥱

I think what we're seeing now is Luke... trying to take charge. Is he being successful? Umm. Well, I'll let you answer that. I use the word 'trying' because I believe he's naturally passive. He does something dramatic then falls back then comes out again with another flurry of activity then retreats again. We get whiplash. We get mixed messages. There's no wonder why fans continue to lose their patience & vitriol grows. Fans see the prince charming persona isn't the entire real human at the end of the day. Luke's deeply flawed 🚩🚩 (as most of us are). "But he's pookey!" - enough with that rubbish! Luke isn't a baby. He is a 32-year-old adult. We're ALL ADULTS in this Fandom - you know the score - this isn't summer camp for the horny, dumb, & enabling. If we had made the same decisions to f&#S off from our responsibilities, gamble our career, go on a shagging spree, & join the yacht-influencer-jelly-of-the-month club, we'd all be unemployed, homeless, & possibly dead in a ditch. 🪦🪦☠️☠️ Luke is DEEPLY superficial, shallow, & egotistical. Stop giving him a pass.

🎤 drop

👏 yess anon perfectly said

Only thing I don’t agree, is I think Luke is the ring leader with his bros. His friends are his minions.

[pomegranate-fawn]

Weekly dump: Nostalgia

Hi everyone, or no one. I kinda just wanted to do a weekly dump post mostly to talk about things going on either in my life or the world, some of these will be super light hearted while others more serious. But I just wanted a place to share all these thoughts along with some photos! Firstly…

This is technically from last Saturday but…I beat Slow Damage along with my partner @diced-sugar . It was incredible, I first became interested in the game back near the end of 2023, I thought Towa’s design was fantastic and had to know more. At the beginning of 2024, I bought. It took over a year for us to beat due to a lot of factors (mostly school and health related issues, 2024 was a rough year for us both) but oh my god. That game changed me, it’s my favorite game now, I was truly fortunate to be born in a time where Slow Damage exists, in May I plan to share my in-depth thoughts and analysis but until then please know that I love that game with whole heart. Same week I beat it, J-list suddenly restocked the physical copy of not only sldm but all the other Chiral games translated by Jast Blue. I was hyped and bought it since I love to own physical media :)

Next, I’ve been trying to break my habit of scrolling and get back into creating art…keyword is “trying”. It’s not always an easy task, tumblr and Pinterest are the only social media platforms I have (not counting YouTube) and even then I’ll wildly scroll to just fill the static void that is my mind. So…how do I solve this? Recognizing the problem is the first step to fixing it, that’s what my therapist said. But I feel like it’s the worst part since I know it’s not good but keep doing it. I recently got clip studio paint on my tablet to draw but I’m not good at it yet and even though everyone’s art journey is different I can’t help feeling a bit embarrassed that I’m not good at art since I’m older.

I plan to keep practicing but my lack of skill can make it frustrating. I’m a good writer but I’m in my finals crunch and sometimes my brain just doesn’t have anything to write. So I’ve slowly started playing some of my old childhood favorites in hopes of combatting the scrolling, firstly I’ve started replaying animals crossing new leaf. The game is super nostalgic to me and I used to play it for an absurd amount of time. Well I started with City Folk, but once I got a 3ds I ditched city folk in a heartbeat.

I lost my original cartridge but my 3ds is jailbroken so I can play whatever I want whenever I want essentially. Now, I want to say this to anyone who used to love this game as a kid. You will not relive your childhood playing acnl. At least…I don’t feel the same as when I used to play it, and that’s not a bad thing. I am no longer the ten year old girl I once was, I am now twenty two years old, I have a job I hate, am about to receive my bachelors, and I finally have cats. Something ten year old Lynn would scream about all she wanted was a cat of her own. I don’t feel the same awe I once did for the world of animal crossing…but I feel I appreciate it more. The atmosphere is often called depressing but I don’t see it that way, it’s calm and quiet…quaint but not sad. I think the reason people find acnl sad is because they believed they’d be able to relive their past, but it’s not there anymore. The game remains the same but you’ve changed.

When thinking about nostalgia and a return to simpler times, I tend to have a fuzzy memory. I can’t remember much of my childhood, I blocked out a lot of stuff so much so that I’ll ask my mom if she remembers a specific incident from when I was a kid only for her to look at me with pained eyes and tell me that what I said wasn’t a real memory. I’m content never memorizing everything in detail, I know I suffered as a kid and that my few means of escapism such as video games and reading would always remain. As a kid I rejected most things feminine as a result of my trauma, meaning when I was given a more girly game I often hated it. That isn’t the case now, after a long or stressful day the last thing I want to do is play fire emblem or Zelda, I want to play animal crossing or Style Savvy.

I used to hate this game as a kid but now it’s my bread and butter. I love fashion so much but I’m not always inclined to try new styles irl especially since I’m goth so most of the time I’m buying more pieces to bulk up my wardrobe. I mean I can’t have the same shade of black they must all be different shades! But in style savvy I can dress my character in whatever little outfit I want and have the time of my life. It’s not a nostalgic game despite me playing it as a child, but it’s still a game I play a ton of whenever I’m in the mood for something fun but simple.

I crashed out hard earlier this week and while I don’t want to talk about that at length I did want to talk about my main outlet, writing. It makes me sad that AI threatens to take over all aspects of writing because even the worst part, editing, feels rewarding when it’s finally complete. At least, I’d rather edit a paper myself, beg a friend or my gf to do it, or pay a tutor to do it over handing my hard work over to a stupid robot. I’ve tried to make my work desk super aesthetic in hopes of motivating me to write more…but that isn’t always possible as I have BACK ISSUES! But I’m trying to write more at my desk for my own sake. Then again I guess it doesn’t matter where I’m writing as long as it turns out good.

As a child I wasn’t really allowed to read children’s books as my grandpa said they were beneath me. The only children’s book I read was Alice in Wonderland and honestly considering that I’m still a big Alice fan to this day I wonder if the denial of other books meant for my age demographic made me lock on Alice more than I would have had I been allowed more children’s literature. This is all to say I’m reading Warrior Cats as an adult as my gf rlly loves these books…I just finished Forest of Secrets and god warrior fans are strong. I actually dislike the writing a lot in these books but not because the prose is bad. I understand these are children’s books but I feel like because they are children’s books they have the responsibility to be better regarding certain topics. I swear almost every time poor Cinderpaw is brought up either Fireheart or another character has to remind us that she’s disabled and can’t be a warrior and that this is a horrible fate.

Only cat that doesn’t do this is my girl Yellowfang but ever since the first book she’s been kinda sidelined which sucks cause she’s still my favorite so far which…I don’t know if that’s an issue of me holding onto Yellowfang or an issue of the books not making many other cats interesting so far. I mean I really like Fireheart and Bluestar but that’s it. I was so excited when Sandpaw became Sandstorm and started being friendly with Fireheart since I know they become mates. So I was like omg they’re gonna start bonding! But not really? It’s more like she’s friendly with him and he’s either neutral or like, “not now Sandstorm MY BEST FRIEND GRAYSTRIPE NEEDS ME!” God I’m sorry for any Graystripe lovers I do not care for him right now. Maybe that’ll change but he’s so selfish! But I will at least manage to finish The Prophecy Begins, I’m reading a book per month and that means in a few days I’ll start the fourth book, yay! In honor of warriors take my cat, Willow. I think she’d be perfect for irl Mapleshade casting if they ever did a weird irl warriors.

I’ve focused a lot on nostalgia but what even invokes such a feeling? It’s different for everyone, honestly it’s hard for me to feel nostalgic as the past wasn’t kind to me. I know a lot of people are nostalgic for the year 2016, but for me, I hated that year due to so many horrible things that happened to me in it. It’s hard to remember the fun trends or music that came out when that was the year I tried to leave this world. But when talking about nostalgia, I can’t help but feel it the most in the moment. When I’m laughing with a friend a voice in the back of my mind whispers “this will pass and remain only in your memories”. When I hold my partner close the same voice appears again, when I’m with my cats I mourn them despite both of them being happy and young girls. I have no past and can only be nostalgic for the present and the future I have yet to live…

Well, that’s how I think of it at least. I don’t know if every week will have a theme or not but I just wanted to get my thoughts out on this. Writing in a Google doc or notebook can only do so much, I want my embarrassing thoughts to be out in the open for everyone on tumblr dot com to read…not really but why not share my thoughts here? It is a blogging site, after all. If you’ve read this far you get a reward…face reveal! Chose this photo since I thought I looked like a sad deer caught in headlights okie bye see you next week or when I need to rant about yaoi or warrior cats again…

SYKE I’m not done yet, wanted to share a song I’ve listened to a lot this week + a video I liked. I’m doing two songs this week because I make the rules! First we have Heart aka the new alien stage song. Sua’s Va has the prettiest voice ever and Sua is my fav character so I felt like this was me being given a gift for how much I was struggling this week lol. It’s such a gorgeous song.

Next is a song from a visual novel I have yet to play or even check out. So pls if you like it don’t give spoilers! But I love anything that Itou Kanako does especially since she sang all of the songs for Clear’s endings and her voice is lovely. I may actually play the game the song is from cause I love the song that much!!! It’s so beautiful!

Lastly the video I liked this week. I actually didn’t watch much…but occasionally I watch/listen to the podcast A Bit Fruity by Matt Bernstein. I don’t listen to every episode but he recently did one with one of my favorite YouTubers Kat Blaque and I really loved it. I feel like they talked a lot about gender and the way that’s different for everyone while not being too cruel to the person they were criticizing which was refreshing since when I was on Twitter everyone just made fun of their looks and called it a day. I think that’s a cheap and pathetic thing to do especially since you’re just giving them more attention and further fueling their victim complex if you attack features they were born with. But yeah I really liked this episode, okay that’s officially all now…goodbye! Have a lovely Sunday!

[radioisntdead]

I don't mean to be dramatic, but the degree to which I need to know what Velvette does to shy singer reader the next day verges on pathological.

Good evening my dear! You are so real for that, I hope you enjoy!

Don't go wasting your emotion

Velvette x reader

Warnings: Power inbalance, things get wonky at the end because I was sleep deprived while writing, kinda trying out a format no idea if that's obvious or not.

Part two to this

Song used

Velvette took pride in her accomplishments,

she had a strong hold on hell's fashion industry, she had a HUGE following on all social media platforms, she was the youngest overlord, she was the self-proclaimed backbone of the Vee's, if she wanted something she would get it.

And what was something she wanted?

You! How unfortunate, or fortunate depending how you look at it.

"I wasn't jealous before we met,"

After your little stunt of practically serenading her and teasing her with the act of an almost kiss, the Vee became rather enamored with you.

Imagine her delight when you came into work the next day fully prepared to get a sort of revenge on you, although you were in a complete different outfit then the one you wore the night before, gone was the striking red and pink two piece, you now wore a muted green cardigan, blouse and some business casual work pants, the complete opposite of the night before.

If she hadn't seen you that night she might've have a tough time believing it was you.

"Now, every woman I see is a potential threat,"

Velvette kept tabs on you throughout the morning waiting for the right moment to corner you.

Unfortunately the morning was busy since a certain moth that should've gotten taken out by exorcists ages ago had another temper tantrum and wrecked havoc upon her floor, tearing apart a few models.

And that meant it took longer then she would've liked to talk to you.

"And I'm possessive, it isn't nice,"

She was extra snippy with everyone who interacted with you, her poor assistant who just needed to give you a run down on what clothes to pack and transport to a shoot next week got absolutely flamed, a coworker that held the door open for you was almost fired, another coworker that accidentally tripped you and apologized was fired.

"You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice,"

Finally right before the clock stuck noon she managed to catch you alone, you were at your desk writing something down.

"But now it isn't true,"

You let out a squeak as your chair, with you in it, was spun around.

Velvette stared down at you.

"Now everything is new,"

You were a complete and utter fool to think she wouldn't recognize you, and now you were paying the price for your foolery.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

Cold panic filled you, immediately assuming she wanted to end your afterlife, you managed to duck under her arm, slide out of your chair and what I can only describe as a sad attempt at an army crawl mixed with an undignified shimmy but it got you free.

Temporarily anyways.

"I beg of you,"

Velvette quickly caught you pinning you against a wall, your eyes darted around as you felt her fingers gently hold your chin like you had done to her the night before.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

She leaned in.

"Lay all your love on me,"

And planted a kiss right on your pretty lips.

"It was like shooting a sitting duck,"

That kiss is what sealed your fate, because from that day Velvette began showing clear favoritism for you.

"A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck,"

Coming to visit you whenever she had free time, or on your breaks, demanding that you go on lunch dates with her.

"I still don't know what you've done with me,"

She somehow found your awkward demeanor to be rather charming, sure it would be nice for you to ditch the whole timid thing but that wasn't a deal breaker, perhaps within time you'd become that confident person she saw on stage that managed to completely and utterly enamour her full-time.

"A grown-up woman should never fall so easily,"

Velvette showed up for each and every one of your performances, causing a racket in order to show up if needed.

She personally designed clothes for you to wear during your club performances, making sure they fit you perfectly and that they were flexible enough that you could move around with ease.

"I feel a kind of fear,"

It sent tingles down her spine whenever you got on stage and switched from the timid little thing you were normally into someone beaming of pure confidence, she loved when you would blow kisses or anything of the like to her from your place on stage.

"When I don't have you near,"

She would film your shows and post them over her socials, often posting pictures of the two of you, particularly with her arm wrapped around you in some way, she quite liked having her arm wrapped around your waist.

"Unsatisfied, I skip my pride,"

Velvette would often take you out on all types of dates, her favorites were shopping ones, she could spoil you with anything your little heart so desired, or at least she could try too, you had a way of uno reversing her and paying for her instead.

Thank goodness you got paid for your little singing performances because you'd be screwed otherwise.

"I beg you dear,"

Was there a large power inbalance between the two of you, as not only an overlord and an average sinner but as Employee and Boss.

Yes, yes there was.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

But did Velvette care about that at all?

"Lay all your love on me,"

No she didn't give a shit.

But your coworkers did!

"Don't go sharing your devotion, lay all your love on me,"

You weren't naive towards the whispers and pointed or concerned looks directed towards you, you were pretty sure some of your co-workers and friends had a mock funeral for you.

Velvette quite liked you and she refused to let you leave.

"I've had a few little love affairs,"

Sure she had a couple of flings here and there, both when she was alive and after she died, but no one was quite like you, timid and awkward in the daylight and a shining ball of confidence in the night.

Like hell's version of Hannah Montana or a werewolf.

"They didn't last very long, and they've been pretty scarce,"

It went without saying that Velvette was a very jealous woman, she was never one for sharing

Not clothes, not items, and especially not you!

"I used to think that was sensible,"

Sure she technically shared things with the other Vee's like living space, utilities, employees that weren't you.

"It makes the truth even more incomprehensible,"

She didn't like that whenever you performed on stage others looked at you with such lust and desire that it would make the radio demon himself run away with disgust.

"'Cause everything is new,"

She made a point to post pictures of the two of you, together, usually with her hand, arm, leg or something of hers on top of you, just to show all of hell that you belonged to her.

She had you in her sinstagram bio and everything.

And she made you put her in your sinstagram bio despite you barely using the media.

"And everything is you,"

Brushing over that, Your relationship with her was filled with rather sweet moments.

"And all I've learned has overturned,"

She made matching outfits for the two of you, mostly tailoring to her own styles and colors as opposed to yours, it's not her fault she liked seeing you in her colors!

"What can I do,"

She practically moved you into the Vee's tower, making sure you were no more then a three minute walk away.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

Valentino once asked if he could borrow you for a film, saying that you could be a star, after all some people had a thing for dorks like you!

"Lay all your love on me,"

She ended up chasing him down with a fork.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

And ended up posting a few videos of his little temper tantrums much to Vox's chagrin, that was not good for the Vee's reputation!

"Lay all your love on me,"

But it did make a point to the other two Vees that you were off limits, Although Vox did try to get you to agree to sing a jingle for a product of his.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

You were back at that same club you managed to seduce Velvette at, singing another song you enjoyed while alive.

"Lay all your love on me,"

You wore a sparkling pink outfit, heart motifs were evident on it, Velvette stared at you from across the club with pride.

Look at you! Singing your heart out while wearing one of her outfits.

"Don't go sharing your devotion,"

You leaned against the mic stand, half lidded eyes on her.

"Lay all your love on me,"

She had taken to keeping a safe distance away from the stage during your performances, not wishing for a repeat of your nimble fingers under her chin as you sang to her.

She'd rather keep that in private.

"Don't go wasting your emotion,"

you blew a kiss at her.

"Lay all your love on me."

What Velvette wanted, she got.

And she got you, and you supposed you had her as well, who would've thought that performance of yours would've resulted in this?

Good evening folks! My apologies for this being delayed! I hope you enjoyed it! Also as the song was selected per the poll and this one won, y'all picked good because the other two of the other options were going to be angsty, anywho!

as per usual thank you for tuning in! Hope you tune in tomorrow for Wednesday angst with a certain Angel!

[suntimeswolliw]

some silly life updates since i kinda ditched tumblr and social media for a good few months hahahahaha----

ive gotten buff i can actually do pull ups now

i actually get sleep now can you believe it

i may or may not have pulled a muscle this week after telling myself This Was The Week I Would Do The Splits <- bad idea do not attempt

i am getting closer to splits though

maybe.. next week..

ALSO im still drawing and writing im just not sharing much. its like my secret stuff. secret sauce that might one day be posted,, or end up in google drive purgatory. who knows..

[theomnicode]

Saitama, labeled a danger to society? (part 2)

The fear on Sitch's face when he does not comprehend Saitama's true nature is something. He was just told of unimaginable feats from Saitama by Genos and verified by Blast and he's just shook. Humans have a tendency to fear what we do not understand and Saitama is very terrifying if one just looked at it from outsider's perspective during the time travel fiasco. Hero association employs many insanely strong heroes, but Saitama's strenght has crossed the invisible line of being abnormally strong and instead of being revered by the common folk who have no strenght to call their own, people start to fear him.

Warning: Long post ahead, half meta, half speculative fanfiction.

TW: psychosis on the speculation half

Disclaimer: I'm not a mental health specialist or a doctor, I just like writing meta.

Blast, ever the pragmatist, logically suggest they would need to find out the limits of his strenght just to assess him but also points out that Saitama is not a malicious individual, so it's not a problem leaving him to roam around. But he too gets that Saitama is an unknown individual, but chooses that harrassing him is unrequired.

Sitch however, is entirely willing and ready to just throw Saitama into a jail, ditch the key and never let him out again if that gets him out of his hair. He also understands that people would be against restraining a hero without any real wrongdoing, namely Genos, but he's definitely thinking about the greater good in this situation if Saitama was to actually become dangerous to them. He would naturally call upon Blast to handle the situation because nothing would be able to actually hold Saitama.

There are plenty allusions in the manga already that Saitama would be considered bad for heroes reputation and danger to society if left to roam unchecked (No time for this, cpt 19) and I feel like it's only a matter of time before something happens that makes him both an outcast and made out to be a villain, like a worse parody of the Sea king fiasco.

(It already kinda happened but we just reverted time, so it's fiiinnee... right? Right??)

People already vilify him a lot on internet/social media and it's doubtful the public opinion in general will be better, despite some naysayers whom he has helped personally vouching for his character. Trying to blow up his own planet did not earn him any points either, it'll just confirm to everyone who becomes privy of that information and believes it that if he snaps completely, he'd be a ginormous liability, any issues he has and the situation be damned. Heck, Saitama confirms that Hammerhead was let down by society and if he had taken one wrong step, he'd have ended up just like him.

If Blast actually witnesses Saitama's true character that he's a nice guy at heart, just comes with issues, it would be up to him to testify and speak up on his behalf because he's the number 1 hero and people would listen to what he has to say.

So far, Saitama is actually lucky to be under the radar...public outcry could be intense. There would be no fans for him, he would only be feared if they actually knew. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

This was expanded on a bit more in the anime. Normal, everyday C-B rank heroes just cannot comprehend the amount of destruction Saitama can do with his pinky finger. Sure, there are other extremely strong heroes like Tatsumaki around as well, but they have the good reputation to back up their good intentions and Hero association feels like they have the means to rein them down if necessary. Saitama has no such luxury and is well out of their league.

./end Meta

-*-

Now, I want to enter the realm of speculation because I thought of a possible scenario that may happen and it would greatly expand on the mental health issues Saitama has and what ONE likes to stress about in this manga. This'll be less like meta and more like fanfiction. This'll be a wild ride so buckle in.

TW: Psychosis

Lets imagine for a moment that the worst comes to pass and the entire mankind is seemingly vilifying and makes Saitama out to be an evil guy, on social media, protests, you get the gist. If the situation ever got that bad, Saitama might go down into psychosis just from lack of sleep for worrying so much about the situation surrounding him.

Psychosis is a condition of the mind or psyche that results in difficulties determining what is real and what is not real. Symptoms may include delusions and hallucinations, among other features.

(Nightly ruminations are funny until you get insomnia and sleep deprivation lol)

It would not have to be true either, he would just have to believe it to be true in a delusion and his mind could logically come up with all sorts of paranoia. We've seen him vilified already during the Sea King, so it's not unprecedented. Just make it a thousand fold worse this time around.

If the call to action comes from Hero association, which already has a precedent and intent of restraining dangerous individuals which he has seen happen first hand (Psykos), he'd feel like he has no way to appeal to authority to prove he's not actually a bad guy. If hero association turns its back to him, who can be trusted? Police? Nah, they're ill equipped to deal with the situation and he's gotten suspicions in the past before, for no reason, so he has no reason to trust them all. (Pork cutlet bowl, Vol 7 extra)

On top of that, any pro hero has access to the Hero association incarceration list as told by Fubuki, so Hero association in worst case scenario might just exacerbate the situation and make all the heroes think Saitama is some kind of a criminal that needs to be taken down. Too bad most don't know about Saitama's power and might even try to foolishly throw themselves against him, either because they don't know or they disbelieve what has been told about Saitama's insane power if that has spread out to the populace, possibly as means to blackmail him and take revenge. (McCoy)

(You can probably see where this is going...just add a dose of corruption and drop an incarceration note and vola, you could criminalize any hero)

Situation could quickly become very divisive between the rare people who know Saitama and the public who knows not. But those who do not know him well enough, such as Tatsumaki, might feel like its injustice but not really know what to think about it.

Things would spiral down really fast if Saitama feels like he has nobody he can trust, so he would definitely try to escape the situation and run to the only person in the world he can really and truly trust to have his back in any situation: Genos.

Genos has proven time and time again that he will stand by Saitama no matter what and is... somehow not scared even a little bit after the time travel fiasco of his immense strenght. Oh Genos...

But I would not want to be in Genos' shoes when he finds out that he just became the last thread of sanity left for a person who can destroy planets if he sneezes badly. 😱

This is where Genos has to think really, really hard about that one promise he made to Saitama, to stick by him always.

Genos' time is ticking down however, because Hero association has MOST DEFINITELY dispacted Blast to incarcerate Saitama so there is no chance he will cause any harm to anybody. Blast naturally understands the reasoning behind this and complies, he tried to restrain Cosmic Garou too and he would attempt the same with Saitama if he's amiable. (Squared, cpt 166.) Just chat with the guy a bit in another dimension, no harm no foul right? Makes sense right?

But Saitama is not of sound mind to chat no, he's desperate and in a bout of sleepless and depression induced psychosis filled to the brim with paranoia about everyone out to get him and if Blast knows and deciphers the situation accordingly, he would see that Saitama would resist and the situation would end up completely side-ways if he tried to force the issue and Saitama would accidentally punch the planet to smithereens.

Or...he might not see it...and force the issue anyway because it's important and Saitama is just being unreasonable. Just assuming the worst has happened and he was wrong to think Saitama is not malicious.

Genos has a choice to make here. Be loyal to Saitama who is scared out of his mind and defend his master from the number 1 hero and get utterly wrecked in the process because he definitely cannot win, further traumatising Saitama who would be watching from the sidelines and probably make it a certainty that Saitama would just avenge him and kill Blast in the process, proving everyone right.

Or...step aside and let Blast handle it, because if they successfully incarcerate Saitama, the situation could be resolved without bloodshed. He could talk to Saitama himself, reason with him and settle him down enough for a chat and de-escalate. But doing so would completely betray Saitama's trust in him and most definitely, he would be on the receiving end of Saitama's anger from this core betrayal.

For the first time in his life, Genos' eyes are wide open about Saitama and he's paralyzed by this decision.

And it would be Genos' choice in the end that would determine the fate of the world.

Ok so now I'm totally entering the realm of fanfiction but hey. This be some wild speculation.

Because we have parallel worlds, we can play out both potential scenarios (thanks ONE). In the first scenario, Saitama might just kill Blast and then rewind time back in desperation because Genos is wrecked/dead too, realising it's not what he wanted to do but it would leave him traumatised.

If Genos chooses to betray him, he would react in anger and showcase some power, but ultimately he cannot bring himself to harm a hair on Genos' head and he flees the scene, but not before he tells Genos he won't ever see him again. Saitama punches his way to a place where nobody else is sure to get him, outside the laws of causality in hyperspace and vanishes. (Mentioned by Empty void in chapter 201, You Pass.) Blast almost gets an aneurysm because only Void was supposed to be able to do it and he has to alert the Blastice League because the situation just got completely out of his control and to expect the absolute worst.

(The place where dreams end, rewritten chapter 195)

And this is where the actual doomsday begins, when OPM God swoops in to claim his ultimate prize, ripe for the picking. Saitama was delivered right onto his lap.

Vulnerable and easily manipulated to just accept the situation as having been abandoned by every single person on earth, Saitama would accept God's proposal to change it all. He would teach Saitama how to manipulate the laws of causality to make his own world where this never happened and he could live happily ever after. Saitama's greatest wish has just always been to help people and he could create his own utopia, with no monsters. He is definitely strong enough for that, he is limitless. He always wanted to become a hero to help the weak, but this would allow him to get to the heart of the issue, so that people need not be rescued at all. There is a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Saitama takes God's hand and OPM ends on a doomsday and OPM God wins.

...

Just kidding, Saitama rewinds back in time because he has to tell Genos how sorry he is about everything that happened before he leaves his life for good and Genos and Blast are just flabbergasted about what he's even talking about. Saitama also thinks he left the stove on in his haste and asks Genos to get it for him so his entire apartment complex doesn't burn down.

Saitama attempts to leave but Genos stops him this time, asks what is wrong and Blast remains confused and Genos correctly deduces Saitama must've time traveled again. Saitama just stares blankly because it has been a rollercoaster and he just says he wants to be alone. Genos insists on not leaving his side, Blast watches carefully and then Saitama just breaks down and starts blabbing about the entire thing, eventually gets tired and passes out because he hasn't been sleeping well for a month, kept awake by anxiety and overactive brain.

Genos opts to carry him back to a safe zone (King's place?) and Blast portals them to avoid people noticing. Genos calls reinforcements like Fubuki to adress Saitama's flailing mental health.

./end crazy fanfiction speculation.

Grats for making it to the end and thank you all for reading. :D *Cough* I can't keep my fanfiction out of metas it seems but I apparently can't help but (over)share.

Part 1 of the meta in question where I too speculate about stuff that may happen.

[asteroidzzzn]

more than just a dream - spark, 004

pairing: college!ellie x reader

synopsis: you transfer to a new school where you only know one person; your childhood best friend. he invited you to a beginning of the year party to meet some new people, but one person, in particular, catches your eye... his other best friend.

a/n: dina bonding time!

genre: social media au, fluff

series masterlist -- previous chapter -- next chapter

bria 🧚

hey!

dina 💋

hi whats up? :)

bria 🧚

im bored and everyone else went out but i dont feel like drinking rn..

can i come over?

i know the two of us arent super close but this could be our chance to bond outside the group 🤞🤞

dina 💋

omg ofc!! i was feeling the same i just wanted to chill and stay in today 😭 but ya come over whenever

bria 🧚 ❤️ a message

we can watch mission impossible if ur into that!

only if u bring snacks...

bria 🧚

U HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN WANTING TO SEE THATTTT OK im omw now ill put the best i have in a bag 🙏 cya!!

dina 💋 ❤️ a message

bria 🧚

hey dina, sorry i had to leave right away

i have to study for the first unit test later today

wish i didn't, this is so boring

how are u?

dina 💋

im fine

good

im good im great actually

but i really think we should talk about it

what happened last night

bria 🧚

later, ok?

sorry

i need to go right now stepping into class

dina 💋

oh ok, bye :)

dina woodward

hi y/n im literally going insane r u free to talk

y/n

omfg 😭 whats going on

dina woodward

you'll never believe what happened last night

y/n

ughhh i wish i was there! sorry i wanted to stay in to get some sleep, i have a test next period

dina woodward

oh no worries i actually stayed in too so this isnt ab the outing

do u know who bria volentas is?

y/n

yeah i do!

shes really nice ill sit next to her in history in a few minutes actually

dina woodward

oh 😭😭😭 i wanted to talk to u ab this bc i thought u were the only one in the group that didnt really know her

can u keep a secret? just need to get this off my chest

y/n

u can trust me :)

dina woodward

sooo... ive had a crush on her since the dawn of time

y/n !! a message

and we hung out last night alone!!

y/n

!!AWEEE yall will be so cute together i can see it now

dina woodward ❤️ a message

also im so glad u said that bc i wasnt ab to be the one to com eout first 😭😭

dina woodward !! a message

dina woodward

YOUW AHT?!?!?!?!?!?

i didnt wanna assume but i secretly knew.........

y/n haha a message

y/n

🤝🤝🤝

OKOK GET ON W UR STORY

dina woodward

we were watching mission impossible bc ellie ditched me (i wont forget) and she goes 'im cold' so bc shes the actual loml i let her under my blanket

y/n

awwww

dina woodward

then our feet kinda touched then our hands kinda touched and we were getting rlly close... then we fucked

y/n

AHH????

that went from 0 to 100 sO FAST

dina woodward

I KNOW LIKE IMS TILL SO IN SHOCK RN

y/n

SO YGS ARENT TOGETHER YET THO?? HAVE U TALKED AB IT ALL??? FYB? ONE TIME THING?

dina woodward

IDKK I HAVE NO IDEA

this is the average wlw experience i say while dry heaving and crawling onto the roof and howling

y/n ❤️ a message

y/n

LMFAOOO it literally is tho we have it so difficult

dina woodward

HELPPP ME AND BRIA ARE IN CHAT RN BUT WE'RE NOT SAYING ANYTHING

SPEAK UP WOMANNN FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

i said i wanted to talk ab last night and she was so avoidant so she BETTER say something rn

y/n

yall rn

lurking in chat.....

dina woodward

😭😭😭

i need to be distracted rn

eye starts twitching

tell me smth thats going on w u

y/n

ok u trusted me w ur crush so i can trust u w mine right..

dina woodward

ofc ofc

y/n

so u know her actually like really well from what i know

BLEEEH I HATE TELLING PPL I LIKE THEIR FRIENDS

is ellie williams gay..

dina woodward

take a look at her what do u think

yes she is gay! AND U LEIWFAGJEDFANJ YOU LIKE HER??

y/n ❤️ a message

y/n

angels harmonize and descend from heaven

BLESSS 🙏🙏

yes i like her... i think. its been hard to like anyone since my last relationship but im feeling rlly hopeful about us

im heavily delusional tho she was prob just being friendly when we hung out

dina woodward

she recently broke up w her ex too, and shes been kinda staying away from relationships :(

ur amazing tho youd be so good for her

if she acts like a bitch to u ONCE run

y/n

damn jesse warned me ab her too 😭 what happened with her and her ex? if u know or if ur ok with telling me

i know its not really my business

i just wanna know what lines i cant cross

dina woodward ❤️ a message

dina woodward

yeah i totally get it

i actually dont know all the details

i think she only told jesse bc theyre way closer than me and her

if u want to know everything, id ask him or get it from ellie herself

just get closer with her and she'll tell u everything, and u can decide what to do from there

y/n

ok , thats a good idea

ill just use my amazing charm and incredible beauty to captivate her in chemistry

dina woodward ❤️ a message

dina woodward

HEHEHEHE

speaking of,, she sucks at chemistry. u could get closer to her by tutoring her if youd be up for that?? shed appreciate it sooo much

y/n

#1 wingman award is presented toooooo dina woodward!

dina woodward ❤️ a message

ill def talk to her ab that ill be like heyyy u need help 💋

shit gtg now, test time!

dina woodward

good luck!! with the test and ellie🙏

y/n ❤️ a message

a/n: a lot longer than the last chapter!! but i had a lot to say in this one :D love in the future for my girl dina!!! love to see it

hope u enjoyed as always (✿◠‿◠)

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[pleasantspark]

Tbh regarding ditching Val and just keeping Vox and Velv, I feel like the latter 2 does work far better just together. I get that Valentino is also I suppose a Porn director, but he's also a Pimp and Club owner?

I'm not really seeing how those things translate into fitting with a Tech Business Man and a Fashion/Social Media Business Woman. The two also seem to have a bit similar personalities in running their businesses, comparatively with Val...in S1 he came across as more just a whining bastard more than anything regarding Angel.

Val to me doesn't really come across anywhere near on the Business side of things as Vox n Velv.

Tbh with regards to that....I kinda also ship Vox/Velv, especially since Velv calls Vox "Darling" and Vox calls her "My Dear".

Also you could have Angel Dust be his old Mobster Bi/Pan? Self where he's a loose cannon and is very combat/street wise.

I feel like having Val around would cause damage to VoxTech's Reputation and hurt the credibility of Vox, yeah, its Hell but do you want to accept products from the man who condones a wannabe Pimp that A Pimp Named Slickback will fucking beat the shit out of? Hell nah.

Fuck that Moth. Val is just there to force interactions to Husk, I feel like Angel Dust's better off being an independent man, but no, we have to force HuskerDust. Part of me wants to ship RadioDust out of spite for the fuckers who bullied Shay. But... Uuurgh...

Vox and Vel seems like a good ship, I already have plans on having Velvette be related to Odette and Clara and by extend Carmilla Carmine. The story goes, Carmilla and her children were allowed into Heaven but Velvette caused trouble, so she was sent below, but due to Carmilla's care for her children, she tried to stick up for Velvette but was immediately casted down, Odette and Clara choosing to follow after their older sister and mother.

Velvette fell in love with Vox, but Carmilla being a Heaven Raised angel was told how Hell is, and refused to let Vel see Vox, which led to Velvette running away from home. And becoming a fashion designer working.

Now I picture it. It's coming together.

Respectless is Carmilla's way of saying to her "I sacrificed shit for you, and this is how you repay me?"

She lost everything for her daughter and this is how she repays her. By this, but eventually Carmilla realizes how happy she is with Vox and realizes being a mother bear isn't going to work out.

[lichtgrau]

"this one is my guy, I mean not this one but no!" | @temporalobjects

Many always wondered how he gladly lived in the old music studio underneath Minh's music store just because it had no windows but for somebody like Isagani, who often had to sleep in the middle of the day, it was perfect. With no real feeling of time down here, it was much easier to fake a sleeping time and maybe, he was just a little sappy, liking all of those Christmas lights in various colors he put up ages ago to create a more fun atmosphere. His place was like that, big but a little cluttered, a large wardrobe taking a big space next to the kingsize bed with just too many pillows, the walls plastered with snippets from fashion magazines, polaroids, and more lights. For a man who so passionately wore black on most occasions in his private time, his home was certainly more colorful.

"I'm back," he called out for nobody to answer. He kicked off his shoes and paused for a moment, hands clapping together when he stood in front of the one wall that was neat, holding photos of loved ones, bowing slightly for them: "Okaasan, Akihisa-kun, hope you had a good day!" He rushed over to the bathroom to change into some more comfortable clothing.

It had been a long night but he got the information he wanted, completing another order which meant payday! Ah, he should have bought something fancier for the occasion but he had been too eager to get home to relax. Not rare for him to fall into the category of eating instant ramen at seven in the morning on a Sunday, with quiet music playing in the background. What was better than doing that in comfortable clothing?

Once he added a few fresh ingredients, all was carried over to the table and he pulled out his personal phone. Mh, everyone had been busy this weekend it seemed! Isagani tried his best to show interest in the lives of his friends, even if often it was only working by liking their social media posts and leaving comments because he didn't make it to meet them all or maybe, he was a bit too troubled to do so.

He was sweeping through his instagram stories, liking and sweeping when his brain finally started to work properly, putting together faces.

"Huh?!"

He went a few stories back to be greeted by a shared reel from Minh. The older told him about some fashion store opening he wanted to go to the other day so Isagani guessed that it must have been them taking pictures with customers for the event. He took a screenshot to zoom in.

Of course, he knew it was him but he didn't want to believe it

"HUH!"

Hello?! Where was his arm? Uh, why did they look so comfortable with one another? What was this?!

Minh was a handsome guy, no doubt. Not the tall, mature, mysterious type Isa figured might be Mito's type but he certainly was a sight to be held. Who knew better than him who had enjoyed the view several times?!

Uh, why was it like this? He tried really hard to make up the creepy first meet into something comfortable. Yet, Mito still seemed a bit petty about it any time they met.

No doubt his soup was getting cold at this point whereas his cheeks were heating up. His imagination was running off so he opened his text messages.

[msg to Minhy.] LISTEN, you know I ALWAYS support your shenanigans but not this time [msg to Minhy.] This one doesn't work! [msg to Minhy.] believe me! [msg to Minhy.] no!!! [msg to Minhy.] i thought you are into older people, not cute blonds that arent into quick romance >< [msg to Minhy.] uh [msg to Minhy.] like seriously [msg to Minhy.] ... i picked him! [msg to Minhy.] i promise he isnt, so dont get ideas [msg to Minhy.] you didnt get any ideas did you?! [msg to Minhy.] i kinda already put kudos on him! so he's taken by me!

While the messages were delivered, he was sure at this hour, the older man was likely still asleep. Isagani was a bit embarrassed when he muttered to himself in frustration, ditching dinner and grabbing his phone, throwing it onto the other pillow while covering himself with the second.

Uh, what was going on with him? This was so out of character! Isa was confident and never shied away from flirting with those he liked, being able to live with rejection. He was too old to act like a teen but Mito had this talent to make him overthink and was very keen on proving he was not a weird guy. He finally lurked over when his phone was buzzing a little later.

[msg from Minhy.] good morning ty2 [msg from Minhy.] did i have too many drinks? not sure what crime i committed [msg from Minhy.] went to a club but came back alone [msg from Minhy.] would remember blond, not many people here are blond [msg from Minhy.] from here do you have this [msg from Minhy.] & who says something like "Put kudos on"??? [msg from Minhy.] OH wait a second [msg from Minhy.] you mean this blond? [msg from Minhy.] shared a story [msg from Minhy.] wait, that's THE GUY, the one that makes you act like a lost puppy past few weeks? [msg from Minhy.] oh wow, Isa. this is not the type i've seen from you owo [msg from Minhy.] dw dw, he's all yours! we just briefly met at the store opening huh, fate is a funny thing [msg from Minhy.] if i'd have known, i'd have put in some good words for ya! like telling him how cute you can be

A wave of regret now washed over him. Uh, Minh wouldn't let that one slide. As much as they enjoyed their occasional exchange of pleasure, they most of all just were two friends with silly struggles.

[msg to Minhy.] it's not like that! [msg from Minhy.] 😇

"AHHH look what you make me do!" Isa sighed, rolling on his back as he was staring at the ceiling. Maybe Mito was a witch or something, putting a spell on him! That would explain why he kept thinking as much about him instead of just giving up on it. At the same time, why would Mito waste magic on him considering how the interest seemed to be so one-sided?

"Well, at least he won't ever know about this! I'll just sleep over it!" Why was he having a conversation with himself now?

Isagani pulled out the lights, darkness should be welcoming if not for his stomach making a rather loud noise demanding some food.

He really wasn't doing a good job taking care of himself these days.