#like babe that isn’t what we’re doing I promise

[manic-peach]

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[saetoru]

RATE MY PROFESSOR! — GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day one — threesomes ; find masterlist here

synopsis. you’re professor gojo’s TA—the catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t tell a soul, of course

length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoru’s office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof read—i am a raw dog kinda gal

notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professor—but….if your professor looks like gojo or geto, i’m blind babe. i ain’t see nothing. i won’t tell a soul

“you guys wanna get lunch?” nobara hums, “we’re all here.”

megumi, as always, looks like he’s about to say no—he probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but that’s not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, “yeah! i’m down.”

you fiddle your fingers nervously—how are you supposed to get out of this one? you’d just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldn’t possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? it’d be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily. 

it’s not that you don’t want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised you’d be in satoru’s office in fifteen minutes—and you’re not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.

you’re still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, “i assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,” she grumbles, “gojo is so lazy,” she scoffs.

oh—well, that wasn’t very hard. she’s just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.

“hey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isn’t that great?”

“everyone gets an A in his class, dumbass,” megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, “not getting an A in his class practically means you’re deliberately trying to do poorly.”

on campus, professor gojo is a fan favorite—his rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like it’s candy. anyone would love a professor like that. 

he doesn’t ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and what’s better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guy—he loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.

everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more. 

you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his class—and you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? you’re almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojo—or rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a very…strong liking, if you will. 

it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters ago—it’s one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pm—and as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. you’re just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention. 

it’s professor gojo. 

need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his table—it’s a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. it’s almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. you’ve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know you’re not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound. 

you try to insist that you wouldn’t want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesn’t mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, well…you decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before you’re off to your next class. 

and then it begins.

every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimes—how professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)

somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semester—and somewhere further along that line…well, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities. 

that was never supposed to happen. 

you don’t even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and again—and, well…you’re professor gojo’s, or better yet, satoru’s best kept secret.

you go to his office to grade assignments for him—in between if he steals a few kisses, who’s to know? sometimes, he’s a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. it’s always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clit—the amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.

it’s like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy. 

that is, until now. 

admittedly, this isn’t the best time to be doing this—professor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know you’re cutting it close…but he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.

you’re on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. it’s a rewarding position to be in—to have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.

he looks pretty—always does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?

you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, “f-fuck, you’re so good, sweetheart—always know how to make me feel good.”

you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them clean—he closes his eyes and groans at that. you can’t help but giggle, can’t help but press more kisses along his hardened length until you’re at the base of his cock. 

“pretty little lips,” he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouth—he hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. “‘s like you were made for taking me, huh?”

“‘course i was,” you grin cheekily—and then you’re back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moans—it’s low but still whiny enough that you can’t help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.

except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open and…

oh. 

oh no. 

this…this isn’t good—this is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing you’ve done, and now you’re screwed. entirely destroyed, in fact—the both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoru’s entire career and everything he’s worked for, and all because you couldn’t help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.

and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. you’re sure he knows you; you’re his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friend’s TA. 

professor geto blinks—his eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs that’s glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeah—there’s no explaining this one.

“well,” he says blankly, “i guess that’s on me for not knocking, huh?”

“suguru,” satoru grumbles, “some of us are busy y’know? can’t you come back later?”

you turn to satoru in shock—how can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend? 

but professor geto doesn’t seem even the slightest bit concerned. there’s no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. there’s no alarm at the distasteful activities you’re doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then there’s satoru—he doesn’t even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.

no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there. 

“so this is what you’re always busy doing in your office, huh?” professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, “i have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. she’s excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.”

“yeah, she’s a keeper,” satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, “now if you don’t mind, suguru, we’re in the middle of something.”

“and what do you plan on doing if this gets around?” professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.

you look at him in panic at that—surely…surely he can’t mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldn’t throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoru’s sake, he’d never let this information find another soul. otherwise…otherwise you’ll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress you’ve made, all of satoru’s experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming up—all of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word. 

people wouldn’t have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves. 

you’re always with him, are you sure you’re not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.

why does professor gojo even keep you around? you’re too lazy—you must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.

with how often you’re in professor gojo’s room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.

surely, with how often you’re seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing. 

you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, “please don’t tell anyone,” you sniffle, “i…maybe there’s something we can do…to keep you from…”

the two of them look at you in shock—they stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each other’s before finding you once more.

“oh, that’s precious,” professor geto chuckles, “she really is a keeper, satoru—she even looks pretty when she cries. i’m almost jealous.”

“don’t look for too long, suguru,” satoru grumbles—and then, “listen, sweetheart, you don’t have to worry. suguru’s not gonna—”

“well, if there is something you’d wanna do for me,” professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, “i suppose i can keep my mouth shut.”

“anything,” you nod quickly.

you’re so eager to please, he thinks—so perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the other’s arms?

there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things might’ve had to play out in order to land you in his office instead—but…but if you’re offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?

“anything?” he asks, looking at you amused, “you know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?”

you blink up at him for a moment at his words—they’re a bit shocking. professor geto…doesn’t think this is wrong? clearly, he doesn’t if he’s willing to take part. but that doesn’t sound half bad. not even in the slightest. 

they’re a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. they’re not much older than you either—can’t be past their early thirties, even if they don’t look a day over twenty. 

did you know they used to go to college together? i heard they’ve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. it’s all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. it’s always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are those…the less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best head—he’s always sucking on some lollipop. i’d let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to him—he’s too fine. i can take both of them—and i don’t mean their classes. 

it’s…not exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. it’s an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them both—professor geto isn’t any less attractive than satoru and…and well, you’d really like for him to keep this a secret, so it’s a bit of a win-win. plus, you’re sure he wouldn’t risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, too—it seems like the perfect leverage.

you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, “then i’d say you should make sure to lock the door this time—we don’t want to make the same mistake twice, do we?”

his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at you—you’re even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky he’s got to have you to himself all this time. it’s criminally unfair. 

“hey,” satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. “you both are forgetting about me,” he whines.

professor geto—or rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. “now, satoru—what have i always told you about sharing? here—” he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, “why don’t i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.”

“bossy as ever, suguru,” satoru chuckles, but there’s something in his eyes—something darker and more excited than you’ve ever seen them.

“get her ready for me,” suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you can’t help but stare, can’t help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan. 

he’s not as long, but he’s thicker than satoru—you can easily tell he won’t be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.

you’ll remember what he likes, you think—you can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, it’ll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.

“eyes on me, sweetheart,” satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. “watch carefully, suguru,” satoru grins, “she’s pretty when she cums.”

“i can imagine,” suguru muses, “alright then. show me.”

instantly, satoru’s fingers are intruding into your cunt—it’s familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. he’s already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as they’ll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels good—it always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you can’t help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter. 

“god, she even sounds so pretty,” he pants, watching as satoru’s fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfect—but your face is by far suguru’s favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasm—his fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you. 

“that feel good, angel?” satoru asks, grinning down at you. 

you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, “y-yes…s-so good, toru.”

“toru?” suguru asks, “do i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?”

it’s almost like you don’t hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. “toru, toru—s-slow down, ‘m g-gonna…”

“slow down?” satoru gasps—his pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, “you want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, it’s always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you don’t wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? he’ll think i haven’t taught you how to take it like a good girl.”

suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cock—it’s red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that it’s easy to tell he’s aching for release.

“hurry up, satoru,” he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, “we haven’t got all day.”

“can’t rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,” satoru gasps, “she deserves the best. look at this pussy—” he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, “—see how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.”

as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cumming—your pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit. 

“toru—toru, ‘m cumming…cumming—oh,” you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesn’t let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. “‘s too much,” you sniffle.

“too much?” suguru gasps, “how will you take me, then, princess? don’t tell me you’re tapping out already?”

“nah,” satoru grins, chuckling, “she’s got plenty left in her. she can take it.” with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. “you’re ready for suguru, aren’t you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didn’t i?”

you nod, mumbling a soft, “uh huh,” in agreement.

“that’s my good girl,” he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead. 

suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, “c’mere then, princess. can’t back out of our deal yet, can you?” you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. “h-holy—fuck, such a tight fuckin’ pussy. ‘s like i can barely even move,” he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.

satoru walks over, staring down at you as you’re seated on suguru’s lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. “you can take both of us, right sweetheart? you’re just too good not to, aren’t ya?”

you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. he’s painfully hard—cock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that he’s been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him. 

“fuck,” satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, “fuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feels—takes me so fuckin’ well. jus’ love feelin’ me down your throat, huh?”

you can’t do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguru’s cock nudge against your sweet spot—it’s just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe that’s why they get along so well, maybe they’re connected in that way. 

“oh, princess,” suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, “fuck, that’s good—so, good. can hardly move with the way you’re squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isn’t it?”

you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. he’s big—it feels like he’s almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.

“she’s…she’s perfect,” suguru pants, “keepin’ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.”

“she’s mine,” satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. “she’s too good to share with you. you d-don’t deserve her.”

“yeah? and you do?” suguru chuckles—it sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, “she’s suckin’ me in. think she wants me. don’t you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?”

“y-yes,” you mewl, popping off satoru’s length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, “yes, wan’ it. wan’ it so, so bad—need it.”

“see,” he raises a brow towards satoru, “knew it.”

you can see the way satoru’s cock twitches at that—at the way you fall apart on suguru’s lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoru’s tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once more—but not before giving his tip a delicate kiss. 

“she’s my girl,” satoru grunts, “mine, mine, mine—knows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?”

and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.

“that’s right, sweetheart,” he groans lowly, “take it, yeah? god—fuck, feels so good, baby. ‘m c-cumming.”

you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguru’s thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoru’s in his pace that it tells you he’s close too—and then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.

“gonna cum, princess? ‘cause ‘m gonna fuckin’ cum—fill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me to—f-fuck, fuck ‘m close, so close,” he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.

and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, “s-sugu—c-can’t…’s too much—”

“you can take it, pretty,” he hums, “know you can. you’re too precious not to, right?”

it’s messy—it’s downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoru’s chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“fuck,” he breathes, “you’re something else. who’d have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?”

“isn’t she a dime?” satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. “precious, isn’t she?”

“of course,” suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, “so, tell me. which professor would you take again?”

satoru purses his lips as he glares. “this isn’t rate my professor, suguru. and don’t get used to thi—”

“well,” you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, “why i can’t just take both of you again?”

guess who’s posting their october first kinktober fic literally 40 mins before it’s october second ?? if it’s not procrastinated, it’s not reached its full potential

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Summary: Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend is Danny Ric’s biggest fan. When Oscar announces he’s signing for McLaren, she’s not sure how to react. 

Warnings: Fluff. Crack fic

Only a small one. Inspired by Nicole Piastri’s hilarious podcast appearance. Did I push back my scheduled posts in favour of this sudden smau? Yes

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→ yn_ln lovely, wonderful, talented mark. fancy spoiling a girl and getting her danny ric merch?

→ oscarpiastri you don’t talk like that to me

→ yn_ln because i have to deal with you leaving your wet towels on the bed

→  yn_ln plus all your merch is alpine

→ user1 she's so real for that tho

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2022

yn_ln welp, there go my chances of meeting danny ric if you’re not going to be an f1 driver

→ danielricciardo i’m sure we’ll both be in aus at the same time in the future ;)

→ yn_ln omg he talked to me. oscar, he talked to me! 

→ oscarpiastri yup, i can see that

→ yn_ln why don’t you care?! 

logansargeant that’s one way to break the news 

→ yn_ln he’s so dramatic isn’t he

→ user2 why is oscar still with her? she’s so mean to him

→ user3 it's called banter. try it some time, babe

aussiegrit never a dull day with you 

→ yn_ln at least you get to hear about this beforehand. the alpine announcement shook me

→ oscarpiastri um, it shook me too? 

→ yn_ln do you need me to stroke your hair again? 

→ aussiegrit @/yn_ln you're no better

nicolepiastri your girlfriend is distraught that you didn’t consult her before being a drama queen. i raised you better than this 

→ yn_ln 🤍🤍

→ oscarpiastri beaten for #1 child by my own girlfriend

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oscarpiastri it’s official 

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yn_ln but i love daniel…

→ oscarpiastri i know. everyone does

→ yn_ln but i love him the most 

→ oscarpiastri i know

→ user4 bit weird that you’re not congratulating him

fernandoalo_official amazing news. can’t wait to see you on track 

user5 mclaren are so messy for using an alpine pic

user6 okay but hello mr piastri. i was not familiar with your game

→ user7 yn saw the vision when she fell for him years ago

→ yn_ln c’mon guys, he was cute before 

→ oscarpiastri i’m still cute now!

→ yn_ln no, now you’re hot

→ oscarpiastri oh 🤭

→ landonorris fuck me, is this what i have to deal with now?

→ logansargeant yes

→ arthur_leclerc yes

→ frederikvestiofficial yes

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2023

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yn_ln hubby’s first f1 race weekend (but more importantly, i met THE daniel ricciardo. and he was wearing his best colours)

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oscarpiastri i thought this was going to be a really sweet post and then

→ landonorris i actually watched his smile fall 

→ yn_ln he’s in love with you now. it’s your responsibility to brush his hair and promise him he’s special 

→ oscarpiastri between you and my mother, i don’t think i’ll ever have a comfortable day on the internet 

danielricciardo i took really nice photos with you, and you post this one? 

→ yn_ln please don’t be mad at me. i cry easily 

oscarpiastri it’s bad enough that the world knows daniel is your favourite driver. can you at least pretend mclaren is your favourite team?

→ yn_ln go papaya! 

→ yn_ln love you, pookie 

→ oscarpiastri love you too, sweetheart

→ user8 the fact that no matter how hard she bullies him, he can never NOT say i love you back

aussiegrit proud of our boy 

→ yn_ln me too! 

→ oscarpiastri say it to my face, you coward

→ user9 how is oscar so sweet and introverted in interviews but then we see him like this on his girlfriend’s insta

→ oscarpiastri she brings out the demon in me

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danielricciardo stole my seat so i stole your girl tagged: oscarpiastri, yn_ln

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arthur_leclerc i bet he’s crying in his driver’s room

logansargeant i joked about stealing her once and he hit me with a wrench 

frederikvestiofficial i made her laugh once and he bit me 

landonorris @/mclaren are you seeing this? i think i want a new teammate 

user10 pr are screaming

→ user11 they do anytime yn comments on things

oscarpiastri keep her

→ yn_ln oi! 

→ yn_ln i mean… he did give you permission 

→ logansargeant where was this treatment for us?

→ oscarpiastri i’m fed up of her now. i still had hope back then

maxverstappen1 i thought we were forever 

→ yn_ln you can’t beat my devotion to him

→ maxverstappen1 no but i can beat your devotion to your boyfriend 

→ yn_ln eh

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oscarpiastri she loves me really

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yn_ln my whole 💕

→ oscarpiastri i love you lots  

→ yn_ln you know you’re my favourite guy forever

landonorris can confirm that they are disgustingly in love around the paddock 

→ yn_ln you’re just jealous because you keep trying to steal him

danielricciardo i was stood next to them once and she didn’t even glance at me because oscar was making her laugh 

→ nicolepiastri he’s not even funny 

→ yn_ln don’t say these things. you’ll ruin my reputation as danny ric stan #1

user12 he’s not beating the orange cat allegations 

→ user13 not with all the comments over the years of her stroking his hair to make him feel better

logansargeant bro relax. no one’s going to take her from you 

→ oscarpiastri daniel’s rejoined red bull. her favourite driver is back with her favourite team. i have to stake my claim 

→ yn_ln when he gets possessive 😍

→ arthur_leclerc 🤮🤮

frederikvestiofficial i thought not being in f1 meant i could escape this. get it off my fyp

[landorris]

blue jeans | max verstappen x fem! reader

summary; where lando norris and fernando alonso ask a random girl to play padel with them in max’s team

fc; ruby lyn

warnings; english is not my first language

taglist; @thef1diary @bigsimperika @shobaes @d3kstar @stinkyjax @the-untamed-soul @bibissparkles @judespoision

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yourusername: went for a run ended up playing padel with strangers (lost the game bc my teammate was horrible at it)

yourfriend: pls tell me more about it

yourusername: on my way 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

user1: waiting for the vlog

yourusername: haven’t filmed one today 😕 but i promise next week you’ll have it🫡

user2: such a book thing

your phone and max’s phone

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landonorris: max lost (again) we found y/n (again) and now we’re friends

yourusername: hey fwend👋���👋🏽

landonorris: hello muppet👋🏽

maxverstappen1: i let you won

yourusername: no you didn’t

user1: OMG Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

user2: WAIT THAT CAPTION WAS ABOUT MAX?😭

user3: im lost, who’s y/n?

user4: she’s an youtuber/influencer, she posts vlogs and talks about health

user5: lando knows what we want to see

danielricciardo: poor little max verstappen embarrassed himself in front of ykw

user6: IT’S 100% Y/N

your phone

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yourusername: these cars are really fast, isn’t it dangerous?

yourfriend: girl take me with you next time

yourusername: that’s not up to me

user1: i really love this y/n f1 crossover

user2: she went to the saudi arabia gp?!😫

maxverstappen: think i proved my point

yourusername: you did well ig🙄

user3: she’s so pretty

user4: one more post of them together and im gonna start screaming mom and dad

user5: @maxverstappen did you knew she has a cat?

your phone

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yourusername: milo has a new friend (still figuring out what to wear on this f1 thing

user1: don’t worry, youre serving

user2: vlog when

yourusername: i kinda made one in saudi but i don’t know if im going to post it

user2: do it rn!!!!

user3: mother

user4: that’s max’s hand, they’re so cat parents

logansargeant: you look cute

yourusername: thanks logan :)

user5: logan babe what are you doing here

user6: guys they want our gf

maxverstappen1: i miss the cat

yourusername: i see how it is

user7: parents😖😖😖

your phone and max’s phone

[kkcauseway]

Forever and Always

Joel Miller x F!reader.

Summary I Your work life is awful and there's nothing you want more after an exhausting day both mentally and physically than to come home to Joel, but on calling him and finding out that's not possible you're dreading the thought of going home to be alone. However, it doesn't seem that that's the case once you actually make it back, and it turns into once of the best and happiest nights of your life. Content/warnings I So much cute fluff, Joel Miller being the most doting and caring boyfriend. 'babygirl', Joel has a cute little saying to let reader know just how much he loves her. Asking to move in together. No use of y/n, no outbreak. A/N I Once again another random idea that popped into my head that I decided to run with. I really hope you enjoy soppy, cute Joel taking care of his woman!

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It always puts a smile on his face when you call. Your name working wonders for the grumpy moods he finds himself in on jobs. Even with the jokes he cracks with Tommy. Nothing compares to when he’s with you, talking to you. Just doing anything that involves you. “Hey baby you, okay?” His husky voice grumbles down the receiver once he’s removed himself away from the bustle of the house, he’s currently working in.

“Joel?” You sniff.

His smile falters. Something is obviously wrong, and whatever’s happened he’ll kill them. No one upsets you. “Babe? Hey, hey what’s wrong?”

“I- sniff- I’m just having such a horrible day. I can’t stand this job anyone, I wana quit so bad. Please can you come over when I finish?” The sobs grow in volume as you force a hand to your mouth to try to quiet them. The impact of hearing those words leave your own mouth proving to you just how much you rely on him.

“Oh baby m’so sorry you’re having a shitty day. Listen we’re on a bad job today m’not gonna finish till super late so I most likely can’t come round. But I’ll call you later okay y’can tell me all about it okay baby. Promise.”

“Okay” you sniff upset he can’t come but you knew he was busy and that it was a long shot. You pine after him when you feel vulnerable like this.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” He grumbles evidently worried he’s in the doghouse.

“I know. I love you too so much.”

“Forever and always baby girl.”

The words making your heart flutter as they always do.

When the call cuts you hold your phone against your chest and sob a little more before psyching yourself up for your afternoon. Your colleagues don’t deserve to know just how bad they make you feel, they’d probably thrive on it if they knew.

So, instead you sort yourself out wash your face, wait till your eyes are less puffy, paint on your smile and go about the remainder of your shift thank fuck it’s Friday.

Of course no one notices, why would they when they make it clear how much they can’t stand you being around.

-

Finally five o’clock arrives and you rush out to your car as quick as you can. Putting on the cheesy cd playlist Joel made you. You love that he’s like that, so unbelievably cheesy, so old fashioned it’s why you adore him the way you do. When yours and Joel’s song comes on tears escape you again. God you’ve never loved someone the way you love him, but these tears you’re spilling are tears of happiness not pain.

When you make it home your shitty mood overcomes you again, the thought of your empty apartment and cold bed. So you settle on the idea of a large glass of red wine, a crappy comfort series and a good cry before you go to sleep. You’re have a day trip with Joel planned tomorrow and that’s enough to keep you going.

However, it’s like you can tell something’s off from the second your key is in the door. After momentarily hesitating you uneasily open your door and those thoughts are made true. Your apartment isn’t dark, cold, nor is it empty. The smell of food hits you so mouth-wateringly beautiful, and the radio is playing softly.

You kick off your shoes and move to the kitchen and there he is, Joel in all his glory slaving away over the stove. Dancing along to the music with an apron round his neck.

He turns to look at you with a smile on his face and it breaks you.

You stand on the spot throw your bag to the floor from your shoulder and cry. But he quickly rushes over “hey shhh it’s okay.” He cradles you close a hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to his chest. Allowing you to inhale his comforting scent.

“S’okay m’here baby.” He mumbles against your hair as he rests his lips against you. Holding you as close as possible.

After a few minutes you pull away red faced and puffy eyes to look up at him. “How did you get here I thought you were busy?”

“M’sorry baby, I know I didn’t think I’d be able to. And I’m so sorry that that made you upset, I really am, but as much as I am super busy at work the second, I heard you cryin’ I knew I needed to make sure I was finishin’ early so I could come over and see you, you mean more to me than any job, any amount of money. So I took a sick day for the remainder.”

“Thankyou” you whisper before moving to grasp at his stubbly cheeks. You smile sadly at him as your thumbs stroke him and then you move your lips to his, kissing him softly.

“I’ve made your favourite baby” he begins once you pull back away. Arms resting round his neck as you stand on your tip toes to be exactly in his eye-line. “And then I want you t’tell me all about this shitty day o’yours so we can get it outa your pretty head. You’re too beautiful to be burdened by that shit.”

You chuckle “I’d really like that, thank you so much for being here.”

“Always baby. Always.”

-

After a long moan fest over Joel’s signature spaghetti and meatballs, you’re cuddling on the couch with your long-awaited red wine.

Your difficult day long forgotten about which is why you love being around him so much, he really does make everything better. Just by being himself- so unapologetically himself.

You’re cuddled into him your feet kicked up behind you as he strokes your side. His calloused fingertips gliding lightly from your hip all the way up to the side of your breast, over and over causing constant goosebumps.

“You know v’been thinkin’” he mumbles softly into the silence.

“Shit did it hurt?” You chuckle as you jest with him, you love when you get the perfect opportunity to use that joke.

He pokes at your side in retaliation, and you giggle into it, loving every second of being with him.

“Seriously now though babygirl, sit up n’look at me.” 

Which you do without a moment’s hesitation. You pull away from him so you can face him sat on your knees.

God he’s gorgeous. His beautiful salt and pepper hair slightly longer than he would like but with you adoring him just like that he refuses to cut it.

He takes your hands in his and god it makes you nervous. Butterflies swim around in your stomach as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I realised somethin’ today.”

Your breathing increases as you reply “what?”

He takes a nervous breath closing his eyes on the inhale and opening them back up to stare right back at you on the exhale. His perfectly pert lips opening just slightly to let the air out. He clears his throat as he shifts slightly in the seat. “Y’belong with me, all the time, all day every day, and it breaks my heart t’think that you could need me and we ain’t together.”

You smile softly at him, you know your rightful place is with him 24/7, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

But the next words to leave him are so far from what you expected it’s as though time stands still. “Move in w’me.”

“What?” You’re excited from the moment the words leave his lips, but you’re certain you misheard.

“I want you t’move in with me, get out of this lil apartment. Come make my house ours, let’s always be together. No more late nights alone let’s always be there together even if my stupid fuckin’ job means I get in at 2am.”

You squeal throwing your arms around his neck as you practically pounce on him. “Oh my god yes, yes, yes when?”

He chuckles pushing you back slightly so he’s able to look at you once more. “Well I mean we could start moving ya stuff in tomorrow, I know we said we’d go out for the day but-”

“No!” You say it all too quickly and he laughs “I wana move in let’s do that fuck the plans! We can do that any day!” You forcefully hug him again. Pulling away he’s beaming at you “do you promise you mean it?”

“With all my heart baby.” The hand he has resting on your back moves up and down slowly. So soothing, so full of love.

You scream in excitement before kissing him.

When you eventually pull away you look directly into his hooded eyes. “Forever and always?”

“Forever and always babygirl” and he rubs his nose against yours.

[hoshifighting]

I was reading your leaving after a fight reaction and o got an idea could you please do one where reader leaves and goes to a bar and gets drunk they get a call from the bar and it’s just fluff

seventeen reacting to you getting drunk after a fight WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and arguments, & fluff too.

seungcheol grabs his keys, his mind racing. he can’t let you drown in this. when he arrives at the bar, he spots you immediately. you’re laughing with a group, a glass in hand. “hey!” he snaps, but the bark in his tone quickly fades as you turn to him “what the hell are you doing? this isn’t fun. you need to come home.” he tries to keep his voice steady, but the concern leaks through. “why? so we can fight more?” you roll your eyes, but u look vulnerable still. “you think you’re perfect? you’re not!” “i never said that. im just taking care of you” he bites. your eyes soften, and relief washes over him as you touch his arm, guiding him toward the door.

jeonghan's phone buzzes, cutting through his thoughts. it’s the bar, and his stomach drops. “on my way,” he snaps, not bothering to hide the urgency in his voice. when he arrives you turn, a grin spreading across your face that makes his heart ache. “jeonghan! come join the party!” “this isn’t a party! you need to come home y/n.” he reaches for the glass in your hand, gently prying it away. “let’s go home and talk this out. please babygirl” you hesitate, the fire in your eyes dimming as you look at him, the fight leaving your body.

joshua dont hop into the car, he throws himself in!!! he asks the bar number if you're doing okay as he drives. “there you are,” he says, pushing through the crowd. you know joshua cares too much. he’s sweet like that, always wanting to shield you from everything, even yourself. you look down at the bar top, the wood grain swirling under your fingertips. “i just... needed a break.” “from me?” he asks, sadly. you bite your lip. joshua’s expression softens, and he reaches out, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “can we just talk about it? please?” u glance up, meeting his gaze, and it feels like home. “fine. but only if u promise to stop being so fucking cute when we fight.” he chuckles, relief flooding his features. “no promises, babe.”

junhui “where are you?” he texts after the call, worry oozing through the words. “out,” you reply tersely, taking another drink. “the bar? seriously?” “what if i am?” you shoot back, but inside, you know you’re pushing him away. “stay there. i’ll be there soon.” “don’t bother,” you type, but your heart sinks at the thought of him not showing up. a short while later, the door swings open, and there he is—his hair a little messy, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. he strides over, concern etched into his features. “what are you doing?” he asks, taking the seat next to you. “just enjoying my night,” you reply, a little too defensively. he raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “by drinking alone?” “i’m not alone; i have my drink,” you mutter, taking a long sip as if it could drown your frustration. he leans closer, his voice dropping to a gentle tone. “you know that’s not what i meant. you’re not okay. let me take care of you baby? hm?” you nod, feeling the walls you built starting to crumble. “fine, but if you keep looking at me like that, i might just forgive you too easily.”

hoshi wrinkled his nose the moment he smelled the strong drink you were drinking, he was clearly sweating like he was running a marathon to get to where you were. “you’re mad at me, but this isn’t how we solve things... you know you can tell me anything, right? even if it’s hard?” you take a deep breath, feeling the tension in your chest begin to ease. “i just hate fighting with you. it feels like we’re always stuck in this cycle.” “i hate it too,” he admits, reaching for your hand. “but running away doesn’t fix it. let’s talk.” “talk? like, actually talk?” you tease, a small smile creeping onto your face. “yeah, that thing where we don’t just yell at each other,” he says, grinning back. “i’m pretty good at it.” you can’t help but laugh, the sound lightening the mood.

wonwoo slides the helmet, and hops on his motorcycle, a few moments later, the door swings open, and there he is—hands in his pockets, that serious yet soft expression making your heart ache. he spots you and makes his way over, concern etched in his features. “you’re really here,” he says, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d come,” you reply, trying to sound indifferent, but you're soft. “and leave you alone like this? not a chance.” he sits beside you, his presence instantly calming. you glance at him, catching the way his brows furrow slightly. he squeezes your hand and kisses your neck softly “let's go home, hm? i'll give u a nice warm bath and we'll talk before going to bed, is that okay, sweetie?”

woozi strides over the bar, hair messy, body stiff, eyes worried, after the call, and you can see the scolding ready to spill from his lips. “i can’t believe you left without telling me. i was worried sick. you really just left? you could’ve told me!” “ listen jihoon, i didn’t want to fight anymore. it was too much.” he flinches, he didn't mean to snap at you, but he was really worried. “i get it,” he replies quietly, his voice gentler now. “but you know you can tell me when it gets too heavy, right?” you take a deep breath, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “what do u say we talk about it over ice cream? my treat,” he suggests, a playful grin breaking through. “ice cream sounds perfect,” you reply, matching his smile. “you always know how to fix things.” “it’s a talent,” he jokes, and you can’t help but laugh, the heaviness of earlier fading into something sweet.

minghao asks the bartended to pass the phone to you, “i’m coming to get you,” minghao’s voice is steady, cutting through your haze. “you shouldn’t be there.” “i’m fine,” you snap, but even you can hear the slight slur in your words. he knows you better than that. “you’re not,” he replies. when minghao finally walks in, the door swings open, and the bell jingles, like a damn superhero coming to save the day. “hey,” he says softly, the frown on his face deepening as he takes in your state. “you look… rough.” “yeah, well, thanks for the observation,” you retort, but there’s no real bite in your words. he steps closer, the scent of him wrapping around you like a familiar hug. “i didn’t ask you to come.” “no, but you need me,” he counters, taking your hand, grounding you. his touch makes your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but lean into him, feeling the fight inside you melt away. “let’s talk, okay? i love you and I hate fighting with you.” you melt, and minghao smiles small.

mingyu in quesiton of minutes was there, tall and worried searching for you on the bar, the call made him stumble on his feet on his way there. “you really shouldn’t be here,” you murmur, but your heart races as he approaches, the worry etched on his face only making you want to lean into him. “and you shouldn’t be here alone. we both know you’ll feel worse if you stay out like this. just let me take care of you.” the softness in his tone makes your heart twist. “you don’t have to play the hero.” “but i want to,” he insists, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. the warmth of his grip pulls you back from the edge of your frustration, reminding you of everything you love about him. “please?” you take a deep breath, the tension in your shoulders easing as you look into his eyes. “fine. let’s go home.” “thank you,” he whispers, pulling you into a hug that feels like coming home, before arriving in.

seokmin not even five minutes later appears on the bar, seokmin steps inside, scanning the crowd until his eyes land on you. relief floods his expression, and he rushes over, pulling you into his arms before you can say a word. “what the hell, you scared me,” he murmurs, hugging your back tightly. his warmth seeps into you, and you can’t help but melt a little. “you’re drunk.” his concern wraps around you like a blanket, and suddenly, the anger feels distant. “let’s get you out of here,” he whispers, still holding you close. “i don’t want you to feel like this.” “it’s just… everything’s a mess,” you admit, your voice cracking a bit. “we were fighting and—” “i know,” he interrupts softly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “but we can talk about it later. right now, i just want to make sure you’re okay.” the sincerity in his gaze makes you want to cry, and you nod slowly. “okay.” he smiles gently, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “let’s go home, yeah?”

seungkwan the minutes tick by slowly, and every time the door swings open, your heart skips a beat. finally, you spot him striding in, “it’s… it’s not safe for you to be out like this,” he says. you pout. “i can take care of myself.” “you’re making this harder than it has to be,” he grumbles. as you slide off the bar stool, he’s already there, an arm around your waist, guiding you out. you laugh, the sound a bit shaky. “u should try being less of a pain in the ass, kwanniee” you tease, but it’s soft, a flicker of something sweet cutting through the tension. he smirks, finally breaking into a grin. “noted. now, let’s get you home before you say something else you’ll regret.”

vernon would keep his emotions bottled up, when he's almost purple in worry, would run to the bar fast, breathing properly only when he finally sees you. “i don’t need you to babysit me,” you sulk when you feel him taking you from the bar stool, “just… please? for once, let me be the responsible one,” he replies squeezing your waist. “oh, shut up,” you say, rolling your eyes but unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. “i was just having a good time.” “more like trying to forget about our fight,” he counters, crossing his arms, but there’s a playful glint in his eyes. “let’s get you home before you embarrass yourself further.”

chan before the bartender ended the call, was already on the way. the moment he reaches you, he slips an arm around your shoulder, guiding you away from the noise. “you okay?” he asks, searching your face with those steady eyes. you can see the maturity in his expression, the way he balances concern in his heart with the logic, “i will be,” you say, though you know it’s not entirely trrue. his presence calms the storm brewing inside you, and u lean into him. “you’re allowed to feel things,” he expresses, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly. “but next time, can we talk instead of shouting? i’d rather understand what you’re going through.” you nod, the way he watches over you even after an imense fight. “yeah, that sounds good babe...” he smiles with the full of love name.

[aycius]

— WHEN YOU CAN’T SLEEP ‧₊˚

feat. satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, & nanami kento

warnings. none! just a whole lot of fluffiness

if you can’t go to sleep, SATORU will definitely try to help or (for lack of better words) force you to go to sleep. when he feels you shuffling around, he’ll grunt before placing his body on top of yours, hugging you tightly before mumbling “sleep” in your hair. 

“i’ll try if you get off of me. you’re crushing me to death!” you say and he contemplates for a few seconds, but ultimately decides that you’re a really comfortable body pillow. from how he’s laying, he can feel your heart beating and your soft, steady breaths and it makes him wonder why he never thought of using you as a mattress before. 

“promise?” and even though you nod your head, satoru can feel your smile on his collarbone which easily gives away that you’re not telling the truth. regardless, satoru still rolls off to the side and stares at the ceiling with you. 

“what’s bothering you,” he whispers, it’s soft and genuine and that alone is enough to make your heart throb at 2 am. it’s also really funny seeing his concerned look right now because he doesn’t know he’s overanalyzing the whole situation. 

you see, you didn’t eat dinner tonight. satoru ordered you takeout on his way home because he assumed you’d be hungry, but you weren’t, so you let him have yours. what you failed to realize though, is how hungry you’d be later on and now you’re facing the consequences. you finally sigh and turn your body so you’re face to face with him on the bed. 

“toru,” you bite back the laugh that wants to come out because of how serious satoru looks right now. you figured that you should tell him straight up to ease his mind of any possible negative thoughts he could be thinking. “i’m really hungry.” 

and satoru sighs, (you can’t tell if it’s of relief or disappointment so you choose the latter), and props his head up so his elbows are supporting him. “i am too.” 

“but you ate your takeout and mine.” you mirror satoru actions, propping your elbow to get a better look at his face and he blinks twice. you can’t tell if he’s lying or not.

“do you want food or not?” 

with that, you roll off the bed before stating, “i’ll get the car keys!”

it’s not until you tap TOJI on the shoulder for the fifth time that he blinks and slowly comes to his senses. poor guy, he can hear your mumbles but he isn’t fully able to process what’s going on because of how drowsy he is. at this point, you’re staring at him with teary eyes and all toji can do is deadpan, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. 

“i told ya not to read the ending of that book this late, y'know. if ya read it earlier, y’could’ve had more time to recover. ” he grunts. 

you sniff once and nod your head and all toji can do is roll his eyes as he brings you into a tight embrace. he can act irritated all he wants, but he finds it so entertaining that the book he recommended you to read really took this much of a toll on you. You guys went on a library date, (your idea of course), and he chose a random book for you without much thought, and boy was that a bad idea. 

“they didn’t end up being together, toji.” you wail, arms wrapping around his torso even tighter. 

“i know, baby. i know.” he sighs, planting a kiss on your forehead when you sniffle again. 

“toji, we can never break up. if i couldn’t handle the book’s break up, i won’t handle ours.” and he only chuckles, because honestly, why is this book putting thoughts like these in your head? it’s fiction, toji thinks, but then again, it’s you we’re talking about, so he smirks and let’s out a chuckle.

“can’t get rid of me, i’m in it for the long run, babe.”

NANAMI knows you’re not asleep. if there’s one thing you know most about kento, it’s how light of a sleeper he is. that’s why, even though you’re struggling to fall asleep, you try not to twist and turn around the sheets, though that fails. it’s only when you hear him clear his throat (even though he did it on purpose just to let you know that he was awake), you decide to gently tap his shoulder. he responds immediately, shifting to his side so he can face you. 

“yes, sweetheart? what’s up?” he asks, voice raspy and all. although it’s 2 am, you can perfectly make out kento’s beautiful face with the help of the moon light, via the sheer curtains in the room. you find yourself getting lost in his eyes and it’s not until he gently grabs your hands and intertwines it with his that you finally get the courage, (or at least attempt to), speak to him about your restlessness.

 but he understands – he always does. 

“i’m not feeling that tired either,” he winks, “let me make us some tea and talk.” 

you want to tell him that you know he’s completely exhausted, but he’s already pushing the both of you out of bed and to the kitchen. you figured that he may not mind staying up for a bit more.

[jjungkookislife]

Third Time's the Charm

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x ex-gilfriend!reader

genre: crack, exes to lovers

summary: Jungkook will do whatever it takes to get you back.

wc: 727

warnings: funeral, some cursing, some hitting

date: January 4, 2025

“You know he’s faking it again, right?” Jimin whispers as he looks around the room of tearful actors. He tugs at the black tie around his neck. His shoes squeak on the linoleum and his suit bunches on the chair as he turns to look at you.

“What if he’s not?” You hiss in response as you sniffle, wiping your nose with a tissue. The black dress you’re wearing itches, and you’re upset it's the third time you’ve had to throw it on for a funeral. Jungkook’s funeral.

“Don’t you find it weird that his mom isn’t here?” Jimin asks with a raised brow as he notes the absence of the older woman. 

“He wouldn’t do this a third time,” you respond, but as you look around the funeral home, you notice the lack of family and friends. 

“I’m gonna go steal the chocolate chip cookies from the kitchen. Come get me when it’s over,” Jimin says as he adjusts his tie. “And don’t fuck him in the casket like last time.”

“Hey!” You gasp, smacking his bicep repeatedly. “I told you that in confidence!”

“And now we’re back here,” Jimin scoffs. “I’m sure he’s getting a discount. He’s even got the same casket. It’s a sham, babe.”

“Go steal the cookies,” you huff as you wipe a tear from your eyes. “Get the fudge brownies, too.”

“On it!” Jimin grins, kissing your cheek before he steps out of the room and heads toward the kitchen, already familiar with the funeral home’s layout. 

When you look forward, Jungkook is sitting up holding the top of the casket, a frown on his face. 

“You brought another man to my funeral?” Jungkook asks, pouting. 

Bolting up from your seat, you stomp your way over to him, smacking him with your purse. 

“Really, Jungkook?!” You scream as the actors disperse. 

“Ow! Baby, that hurts!”

“Get your ass out of there! I had to take half the day off work to come here again!” You hit him again with your purse.

Jungkook chuckles, wiggling his dark eyebrows. “You took time off work for me?”

“Jungkook!”

“Okay, okay!” He exclaims as he gets out of the casket with practiced ease.  

“I just wanted you to come see me,” he explains. You roll your eyes as you walk away from him, noting the way the lobby has cleared. You’re sure the only one left in the building is Jimin stealing milk and cookies from the kitchen. 

“Why didn’t you just send me an email like last time?”

“Because you blocked me on it, even the email you use for shopping,” Jungkook pouts. His doe eyes nearly get you.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and huff out a breath. “I can’t keep doing this, Jungkook.”

“I know,” Jungkook nods. “It’ll be different this time. I promise. Besides, I can’t afford another funeral.”

“Jungkook!”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spins around to the entrance. 

“Mama Jeon,” you grin slyly. “How lovely to see you.”

“Thank you for calling me, sweetheart. I see my son is up to his shenanigans again,” she sighs as she stomps her way to Jungkook, grabbing him by the ear. Jungkook bends down, whining.

“You called my mom?” he asks, astounded.

“I did.” you cross your arms over your chest. “I had to make sure she knew what you were up to.”

“She’s gonna kill me!” Jungkook frowns as he scrolls through his contacts on his phone.

“Suits you right,” you grumble as you head for the door.

“Baby, wait!” Jungkook calls after you just as he tries to escape his mother’s hold. It’s no use, she holds him by the ear, scolding him as she drags him to the casket. She shoves his face into it, screaming about the heart attack she nearly had when she pulled up to the building. She was rabid as she swung her purse and knocked down the large photo of Jungkook on the stand beside the casket.

You giggle as you head for the exit.

Jimin runs towards you, hands full of Ziploc baggies holding the desserts.

“Run, bitch!” He cackles. “The staff caught me!”

You make a run for it as the staff chase after you. You laugh when you speed out of the parking lot, tires screeching to announce your departure.

You unblock Jungkook later that night.

Come over tonight.

[kairoot]

₊˚★﹟ 에이티즈 : when they cheat on you in a dream

⟢ pairing : ateez x fem!reader ➖ genre : fluff ➖ requested : no ➖ warnings : none really, mentions of cheating, petnames, playful hitting in san’s hc

ss: having a nightmare about atz cheating on you and waking them up about it lmfao

. ⁺ .. 홍중 | hongjoong.

is actually startled when you wake him up

what is it that you need at 3:37 am..

nah cause mans has been working too hard in the studio and on that stage for you to come to him about some dream..

“what? what?” he sat up quickly, eyes squinted with his hair pointing in different directions.

“you really have the nerve to ‘what’ me after that?” you sat up against the headboard, arms folded.

he rubbed a hand down his face, “y/n what are you talking about..?”

“you cheated on me!” you shoved his shoulder causing him to glare at you in the moonlit room.

“y/n,” his face literally read ‘wtf’ all over. “i’m promoting right now. where and when would i have time to cheat on you?”

“..so if you weren’t promoting would you be cheating on me?”

he threw his pillow at you before turning over and going back to sleep.

. ⁺ .. 성화 | seonghwa.

he’s the one that feels you jolt awake

mother mode on

is kinda like ‘😕’ but he also laughs it off

doesn’t really take you seriously after that

“hey honey, you okay?” he props himself on one elbow, long hair in his face.

your eyes open up halfway before you realized what you just dreamed about. you furrow your eyebrows, pushing hwa away with a hand on his chest.

“i don’t know, considering my future husband just cheated on me..” you pouted.

ok first of all his heart fluttered at ‘future husband’

“i did what?” he chuckled, scooting back closer to you.

“hwa, it’s not funny! i saw it in my dream.” your hand came to shove him again but this time he caught it, bringing you into his embrace.

“oh, my baby. shh, you’re tired, go to sleep.” he smiled, patting your head as it laid against him.

. ⁺ .. 윤호 | yunho.

he’s the calmest one tbh

for some reason, he acts like it’s normal for you to wake up and accuse him of cheating 😭

he’s really good at comforting trust me

even if you did just interrupt his rest

“what’s wrong, baby? hm? tell me.” he reached over, rubbing your arm before yawning a bit.

“yunho, have you cheated on me?” you look up at him with big eyes, a frown on your face.

he cooed, giving you two pecks on the lips, “no, baby. why would i ever do that?”

you shrugged, still a bit skeptical. he read your mind, pulling you into his chest.

“i promise you, there’s no one i’d rather be with.”

. ⁺ .. 여상 | yeosang.

laughs at you pt2

no because what are you talking abt 😭

you better be glad he loves you cause sangie doesn’t like anyone interrupting his sleep

“y/n, you better have a good reason for waking me up at 2am.” he mumbled, his eyes still closed and cheek squished against the pillow.

“um, i think you’re the one who needs to have a good reason for cheating on me. oh wait, there isn’t one!” you threw the blanket off of you, pushing them to yeosang’s side.

he opened his eyes slightly to look at you before snorting.

“babe, are you serious?”

“no, don’t call me ‘babe’ now.” you scoffed, climbing out of bed to head downstairs to the couch.

“babe!” he called after you but the door was already closed.

“she’ll come back.” he murmured, closing his eyes back.

..and he was right.

. ⁺ .. 산 | san.

he’s actually kind of scared

thinks you’re a bit crazy but would never tell you that <3

san was still fast asleep, his breathing slow before you landed a smack on his bare back

“ow! what the-?!” he jolted awake, cheeks puffy while his eyes squinted as he looked around.

“so when we’re you gonna tell me you were seeing someone else, huh?” you propped yourself up, waiting for him to notice that the harsh action had definitely come from you.

he turned around, his eyebrows furrowed as he winced, touching the stinging spot.

“w-what? no, i- baby, who else would i be seeing?”

“whatever chick was in my dream, san!”

“oh, no, i swear, baby. i’ve never seen anyone else. my eyes are only on you. ah-!” he buried himself in your embrace and his face in your chest, continuing to rub at his back.

he peppered your cheek and neck with kisses, continuing to reassure you.

eventually you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around him and rubbing the now red spot on his back.

. ⁺ .. 민기 | mingi.

is just as confused as the rest

probably even more confused 😭

“song mingi, wake your ass up right now.” you shook him by the shoulder, causing his head to pop up.

“yeah? what is it, babe?” he rubbed his eye, trying to wake up.

“did you seriously betray me like that? you cheated on me?”

“what? babe, no, I-“

“THEN WHO WAS THE GIRL IN MY DREAM?” you whisper yelled, causing mingi to look at you like you had two heads.

“a-a dream, you said?”

“yeah!” you folded your arms.

mingi was way too sleepy for this and he was sure that you weren’t even aware of how crazy you sounded.

“babe.. I-“ he stopped mid sentence, face palming. he let you have your moment, knowing you’d be better in the morning.

. ⁺ .. 우영 | wooyoung.

laughs at you pt3

he’s actually amused

we all know wooyoung, so of course he thinks you’re hot when you’re angry

doesn’t take you seriously the second you accuse him of cheating

he felt you shifting in his arms and woke up to you trying to leave the bed.

“babe, where are you going?” he spoke in a groggy voice, eyes adjusting to the dim room.

“somewhere where there’s no cheaters.” you grumbled, still trying to get out of wooyoung’s grasp.

ok now he was confused.

“huh?”

“you cheated on me wooyoung.”

“okay..” he laughed.

“is this funny to you?!”

“yes. 100%.”

you scoffed, smacking his arm.

“no, seriously, babe. why would i look at someone else when i already have the sexiest woman in front of me?” you knew he had that smug smile on his face even if the room was still dark.

he kissed your cheek, bringing you back into the sheets to cuddle with him, laying your head on his chest.

. ⁺ .. 종호 | jongho.

probably annoyed with you

not mad but like, “are u serious rn 🤨”

another one who clearly does not take you seriously 💀

“babe,” you patted his arm, a frown already sat on your face.

“hm?”

“are you cheating on me?” you asked, sadness clear in your voice.

jongho opened his eyes, giving you a questionable, yet annoyed look.

his face softened a bit when he saw that you actually seemed worried.

“go back to sleep, y/n”

⟢ milan’s note: more ateez fics coming 😼

TAGLIST: @haechansbbg @contyynishimura @sasfransisco @kgneptun @m1ko-xu (message or comment to be added)

[atlabeth]

🧸 dare i say luke castellan fluff..... please.... CONGRATS ON 3K!!!!

summer stressed

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of athena reader

summary: summer is over, most of your siblings are gone, but you still can't relax. fortunately, luke is pretty good at it.

a/n: thank you for the request sorry that these are taking so long but thats life !! this one is for all my anxious girlies that always think they're forgetting something even when there is absolutely nothing to do (me finishing finals and still feeling like i should be doing something at all times)

wc: 788

warning(s): all fluff

“This feels weird.” 

“How does it feel weird?” Luke asks, amused. 

“We’re just… sitting here,” you say. 

“Is that a problem?” 

Your head rests on Luke’s chest as you lay in your bed together, one of his arms curled protectively around you as he keeps the other behind his head. Every so often, he trails his fingers down your arm, plays with your hair a bit, adjusts his position to make you more comfortable. 

You can feel the warmth of his skin even through his camp shirt, and it makes up for the slight chill of the Athena cabin. He’s basically your own personal space heater. You wouldn’t classify any of this as a problem. 

“No,” you say. “The opposite of a problem.” 

Luke chuckles, and you can feel his eyes on you. “Then why does it feel weird?” 

You let out a huff and sit up, turning to face your boyfriend. “Because we’re just sitting here.” 

“You’ve already said that, babe.” He smiles, and you have the urge to kiss him right there. You wonder if he knows the power he holds with that damn smile. 

“It’s too quiet,” you say, gesturing around your cabin. “It’s never a good sign when things are quiet.” 

“Could that be because more than half of your cabin is gone?” he asks. 

“My siblings are smart,” you say. “They’re good at causing chaos in silence.” 

“And if they are, that’s a problem for another day.” 

“I’m still forgetting something,” you insist. “Are you sure I’m off the clock for today?” 

Luke nods. “All the counselors get the day off from leading lessons after the last day of summer. Everyone’s off the clock.” 

“And I don’t have anything I need to clear with Chiron.” 

“You had the conversation with him about going into the city to get stuff for Jane’s party last week, and we’re taking a van out in two days,” Luke says. “Nothing else I know of.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Positive.” 

“There’s really nothing else?” 

“Nothing,” he promises. 

You look around your cabin and shake your head. “No. No— this place is a mess. I’ve got to clean up before inspections—” 

Luke catches your wrist as you try to get up and says your name softly. “Your cabin is spotless, ace. I think I can see my reflection in the floorboards.” 

“Still, Luke,” you insist as you look at him. “There’s got to be something we should be doing.” 

“There isn’t!” he exclaims. “I’ve never met anyone more desperate to be doing busy work, babe. All that talk about us getting some alone time for nothing.” 

“I just have this feeling that I’m missing something,” you say as you shake your head.

Luke laughs again, and you find yourself smiling just at the sound. He’s just so beautiful when he’s happy. “Alright, ace. Want me to ease your worries?” 

“You can try,” you say. “But you’ve spent enough time with Annabeth to know what she’s capable of. Imagine dealing with a whole cabin of Annabeths.” 

“You may have a whole cabin of Annabeths, but I’ve got a whole cabin of thieves, pranksters, and unclaimed kids. I think I’ve had my fair share of cleaning up messes.” 

“Alright, pretty boy,” you say, your smile growing despite yourself. “Ease my worries.” 

Luke nods, and he sits up so he can be eye level with you. He’s still got your wrist in his hand, and as he talks, he absentmindedly trails his thumb over your skin. “Yesterday was the last day of summer, and half of camp is gone, including your cabin. We spent the entire day fixing things up and making sure all our siblings were ready to go and doing everything Chiron and Mr. D asked. Everyone that wanted to leave left, all the counselors—including you—executed everything flawlessly, and there is nothing left to do but relax for a bit.” 

“My cabin—” 

“You’ve already cleaned it three times,” Luke says. 

“It doesn’t hurt to do it a fourth,” you shrug. 

Luke smiles and shakes his head. “It’s spotless, ace. The only thing left to do is enjoy some well-deserved alone time.”  

You meet his gaze, that slight smile still on your lips, and Luke tilts his head. “So? Have your worries been eased?” 

“...Mostly,” you say, and your smile turns coy. “Some kisses might help me forget them completely, though.” 

Luke laughs, and his eyes gleam as they drop down to your lips for a moment. He brings you even closer with the hand still around your wrist, then he drops it in favor of slinging an arm around your waist. When he speaks, his voice is much softer, though it’s got a rugged edge.

“Now that is something I can do.” 

[i314flix]

[ 7:23 A.M. ] “god, ____, you’re killing me here.”

you glared at jake. you wanted to retort that if anyone had the right to claim that they were being killed at this second, it would be you, thanks to your annoying fever. after all, you have been glued to your bed since yesterday, only getting up when you needed to pee or wished to rummage through the fridge, trying to find something to eat that your appetite might be kind enough to accept. so far, a half-glass of orange juice has managed to get down your throat, as well as a few spoonfuls of rice porridge.

“how the hell am i supposed to leave you like this?” he added when you didn’t answer. “should i make a call and say i’m rejecting the deployment?”

“is that even allowed?”

“no. i’m pretty sure they’ll throw me in the brig and give me a bad discharge or something.”

“then you should leave now, jake.” you weakly pushed his thigh. he was standing beside the bed, dressed in his naval aviator uniform, this permanent worried expression etched on his face. “i promise, i’ll live. it’s just some stupid cold.”

he didn’t move.

“jake.”

“what do you expect me to do?” he raised his arms up in frustration, voice raising a bit. he sometimes had the bad habit of converting his concern into a display of anger. “my girlfriend’s sick. her temperature’s not lowering, she lives alone, and i’m about to leave her for three months because my job demands it. i’m sorry if i want to ditch my patriotic duty for a goddamn day!”

you sighed. you weren’t sure how you were going to make the situation better either, and being scolded by jake didn’t help. it only worsened your headache, this ringing bothering your ears heightening for a second.

“shit, i’m sorry.” you suddenly heard jake mutter almost immediately when he finished talking, and he crouched down to your level, placing a hand over cheek. “i did it again, didn’t i?”

“turned your anger on me? yeah.”

guilt washed over him further. “i’m sorry for being a dick. you didn’t deserve that.”

“it’s alright, babe.” you placed your palm over his hand, a small smile making its way on your lips to appear stronger than you were. “we both know this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. we’re supposed to be sneaking in a quickie before i drive you to the airport and instead i’m sick.”

jake laughed at that. “i hate that i can’t even kiss you right now.”

“i know. i hate it too.”

“i hate that i need to leave.”

“if only you didn’t have to.”

“you sure you’ll be fine?” he asked.

“yeah, positive.” you replied. “i mean, this isn’t the first time i’ve been sick on my own. i’m a grown woman. i can take care of myself.”

“that’s another thing i hate.”

“don’t worry.” you kissed his wrist. “once i’m back on my feet, i’ll tell you.”

that seemed to ease him a little. “i expect you to tell me you’re okay as soon as possible, alright?”

“i’ll even write it in paragraph form with pictures if you want.”

“i’m being serious.”

you smiled wider, sheepish. “yes, sir. i’ll update you as soon as possible.”

he rolled his eyes at your playfulness and leaned in to give your forehead a long kiss. “don’t forget to drink your meds on time. i’ll tell marjorie to check on you every now and then.” marjorie was your elderly neighbor who had a dog you often looked after when she had lengthy errands to do.

you nodded once more, and with a final kiss on your cheek this time, jake said his farewells (reluctantly) and was out of your apartment by the time you were threatening to call coyote to haul him away.

[disneyprincemuke]

forever wouldn't wait for us * fem!driver

logan's moving out

pairings: 4lyfers x fem!driver

notes: hi please give this attention im not even kidding how difficult it was to write this like i'm actually kinda sad

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

liam scowls, throwing his head back. he points his hand towards logan, sat on the couch, fiddling with a rubix cube he’d found underneath the couch. “you’re not even helping!”

“i didn’t know kidnapper took my rubix cube,” logan mutters.

the girl passes him, walking between the couch and the coffee table, snatching away the rubix cube from his hands. “you don’t even know how to play with a rubix cube,” she mutters, “and this is mine.”

logan huffs, rolling his eyes and throws his arms into the air. “you never let me have anything.”

she furrows her eyebrows. “you moved into my furnished apartment at the start of last year.”

“there’s gotta be something in the living room that’s mine,” logan frowns, looking around for something to take with him.

“what time are we drinking?” oscar throws his head back, looking over from the dining table. on the table is a set of uno cards messily strewn in different directions. on his right is lily and to his left is ylona with a small grin. “you guys are taking too long.”

“we wouldn’t be taking so long if everyone helped like they promised,” she huffs underneath her breath with a small eye roll. “anyway, logan’s still trying out being a thief right in front of my eyes.”

“babe,” ylona snorts, “don’t steal from rocky.”

mick walks out of logan’s room, a box of neatly folded clothes inside. he drops it right by the kitchen where the rest of logan’s boxes rest, stacked above one another. “logan loves stealing from rocky.”

“i do not!” logan defends himself. “wait, whatever. i’m just saying — there has to be something that’s mine in the living room. there’s no way that i was leeching off rocky the entire year and a half we stayed together.”

“you probably have more things in her parents’ home rather than here,” oscar points out, playing a card on the table. “hurry it up. i’m hungry and thirsty.”

she hadn’t expected logan to move out so soon. while she knew that living with logan for the rest of her life isn’t a viable arrangement, she hadn’t expected him to decide to pack up and live with his girlfriend while being together for less than a year.

he had told her about a month ago, at the start of september that he’d be moving in with ylona. not too far away, just an apartment down the road. but it still feels like a part’s of her being torn from her — the same way she felt when oscar had moved out of her parents’ when he landed a reserve driver spot with alpine.

she didn’t expect the 3 of them to live together for the rest of time, but it’s just weird to spend growing up every single day with them for years to end up barely talking sometimes outside of race weekends.

“rocky, what do you think?”

she maintains her blank stare on kidnapper, sleeping under the coffee table with a hum. “think of what?”

“let’s head out for dinner as a quick pick-me-up,” mick grins slightly, “and then we drop by the store to get drinks then we continue packing. when we’re done with that, we drink! how’s that sound?”

she lifts her head with a small grin. “yeah, absolutely.”

the uneasy feeling in her chest never leaves the entire evening. from the moment they’d all spilled out of the apartment to grab dinner, asking each other where they should eat to the moment they were stumbling back in to pack what’s left of logan’s clothes.

she sits in the living room now in silence, playing with kidnapper with one of the toys she’d gotten him in a dim corner. everyone else is in logan’s room, helping fold and pack what mick hadn’t gotten in boxes earlier.

“hey, are you okay? you’ve been here since we came home from dinner.” she glances over her shoulder, a small grin spreading her lips at the man now taking a seat next to her on the ground by the cat tree. “i’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet. remember when i moved out of your parents’?”

she throws her head back with a soft groan and an eye roll. “that seems like forever ago.”

“it was,” oscar laughs, leaning back against the wall as kidnapper curiously climbs on his lap. “how do you feel now that you’ll be living alone?”

“not sure,” she shrugs, dropping her head with a soft chuckle. “i like living with logan, you know? everyday was a party.”

“living by yourself can still be party, you know,” he points out and rests his head on the wall behind him. “you knew we weren’t going to be around forever.”

she presses her lips together as she tries to navigate the lines in her head and pinpoint why she’s always so upset when either of them move out. perhaps she feels left behind once more?

sure, that lingering feeling of jealousy arose occasionally when they were younger, always progressing with their racing careers without her at times. but there’s no reason to feel this way at 21 when they’re all at the same stages of life.

“i mean… before logan asked if he could move in with me, i was prepared to be live by myself. but you know,” she trails off as she lifts her head with trembling lips. “that was a year and a half ago.”

“aw, mate,” oscar coos, reaching over to rest a comforting hand on her knee. “i know he sprung this on you a little too soon. but you’ll be fine, you know?”

“i know,” she grins, craning her neck back to sigh at oscar. “i’m going to let him take stubby with him. i know the bond they’ve formed, you know? i’m going to miss that dog.”

“you know you don’t have to. you adopted stubby.”

“just seems cruel to keep stubby when he very clearly prefers logan over me.” she takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. “we should help them out so we can drink with them, right?”

oscar glances down at the black cat that’s settled in his lap. “i can’t get up — kidnapper’s on my lap. it’s your turn now.”

she rolls her eyes but still slowly gets up from her spot. “i will be back for my cat, oscar piastri.”

“i know it was sudden when i told you i was planning to move out,” logan mutters, lifting his head to look at the girl in the single seater couch across the room. “i’m sorry.”

the girl looks up from her phone, her screen illuminating her face with a small grin and flushed cheeks from the drinks they’d consumed. the empty glass bottles riddle the floor of their — no, her — living room. “we can’t be roommates forever. it’s okay.”

around them are liam and mick, passed out in their individual spots with pillows and blankets strewn over their bodies. oscar and lily are coddled up in her bed and logan’s got ylona’s head in his lap as she lies on the couch with stubby in her arms.

“i’m sorry i didn’t even ask you what you thought about it at first,” he admits. “you let me move into your apartment then i just spring my decision to move out 3 weeks ahead of time. i’m sorry, rocky.”

“it’s okay, really. like–”

“dude.” the firmness in her voice makes her drop her phone into her stomach. she sits upright with a small grin on her face and a heavy sigh. “i’m sorry. 2024 hasn’t been great for our friendship.”

she laughs softly, dropping her back against her seat. “are you talking about the crash? that was months ago, mate. i totally overreacted. so much for ‘whatever happens on the track, stays on the track’. i’m sorry.”

but meeting his eyes across the room, her smile fades when she notices that he’s not smiling or giggling along with her. “you know what i’m apologising for.”

tears flood her eyes and she forces herself to look away to wipe them away. “mate. it’s been 9 months.”

“stop brushing it off,” logan whispers, shaking his head. “i’m sorry, okay? you’re still my best friend — you know that, right? nothing’s changing. i’m just 2 blocks down the road; call me if you need me.”

she smiles, hanging her head as she turns to look at him. “likewise. take stubby with you, by the way. he seems to be very fond of you and ylona, anyway.”

“what? no, that’s crazy. stubby is your dog.”

she shakes her head and holds a hand up to stop him from talking. and she knows that he knows what that means — there’s nothing he can say to change her mind. “take him. he’ll be happier with you guys.”

logan’s stare lingers on her, smiling back before she picks up her phone from her stomach. “you should bring ylona to your bed. the couch is uncomfortable, mate.”

logan grins. “okay. do you want to share the bed with her? i know oscar and lily’s fallen asleep in yours. i can sleep out here if you want.”

she shakes her head, following his gaze as he carefully manoeuvres ylona to guide her back to his room. “i’ll be okay. you don’t have to look out for me so much anymore, mate. i’m a big girl.”

“everything’s in the car,” oscar calls out from down the hall, popping his head from the corner that leads to their life lobby. “need a minute?”

“i’ll be down in a second,” logan answers, looking over his shoulder as oscar nods firmly and disappears into the corner. he lets out a shaky breath before he turns back to the small girl standing by the door, handle in her hands as she leans against the door frame. “i’m going to miss living with you.”

she smiles, another tear falling right out of her eye. “i’m going to miss you too. it’s okay that we’re like this, right? we’ve lived together for almost a decade — it’s weird not waking up to your breakfast.”

“don’t skip breakfast, okay?” he presses his lips together. “take care of yourself, dude.”

she laughs her sob out, more tears starting to roll down her cheeks. she sighs, palms over her face as she shies her emotions away. “this is so stupid. i’m literally coming over to help you move in in an hour. i just need to take a shower and feed kidnapper some breakfast.”

logan snorts, throwing his head back, tears slowly leaving his eyes. “10 years is a long time to be living together. we’re still best friends even if we’re not living together. we’ve made it work with oscar, haven’t we?”

“obviously,” she mutters. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

“okay,” logan grins. he leans down, wrapping both arms around her smaller frame and tightens his grip. “i’m sorry again for how things turned out. you’ll always be my best friend, you know that, right?”

she stumbles into him, tiptoeing as she tries to keep her feet on the ground as he squeezes her and lifts her off the ground slightly. “i know. you’ll always be my bestest friend in the entire world, lo. forever wasn’t going to wait for us.”

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[luveline]

hi jade!! i love eddie and roan always, can we get a ficlet from their earlier days where roan is smaller. just whatever you want to write about, thanks love you💖

Eddie isn’t sure how you’ve ended up like this, but he’ll take it. He’s never laid in someone’s lap, at least not with a girl he was dating, never had someone like him enough to start scratching his back of their own volition. You draw sweetly gentle lines up and down the length of him with your nails, never pausing, an automatic expression of love. 

He’s pathetic, pressing his face to your stomach. He really hopes you love him. 

“Can I sleepover?” you whisper. 

“You can move in,” he mumbles. 

“You shouldn’t flirt so much.” Your hand climbs up to his hair, where you continue your awful lovely scratching. “Can I have a kiss?” 

You shouldn’t be allowed to whisper like that. Eddie turns his face away from your stomach and lifts his chin. He’s spoiled —you lean down and kiss him. He doesn’t do any of the hard work. 

“Daddy?” 

Eddie touches your face and finally forces himself to sit up. “Ro?” 

She’s wearing pyjamas you bought for her with good intention but misinformation, the legs pooling around her feet and the sleeves over her hands. Her smile showcases a row of pearly, baby teeth. She looks cute, but her hair is alarming. 

“What have you done?” Eddie asks, cringing. “Babe, are those stickles again?” 

“They’re stuck,” she says. She realises he’s alarmed and begins to panic, reaching up, “Oh no!” 

“It’s okay,” Eddie says, quickly burying his own emotions. He should’ve done so from the start, but you’d yanked his defences down and left him a slovenly mess from all your sweetness. Plus, it’s not like he’s the calmest guy in the world. “Baby, it’s fine. Come here, let me see.” 

“Wait,” she says tearfully. 

“Baby,” he says again, softer still, “come here, I’ll fix it. I promise.”

“Cross your heart?” she asks. 

Eddie pouts at her wobbly lip. “I cross my heart, Roanie. Just come sit down.” 

You squeeze his thigh with a distinct sense of pride, though he has no idea what he’s done. Roan drags herself to the couch and Eddie picks her up to sit her between your leg and his, getting a better look at the problem, red, green, and yellow stickle bricks lost in her hair. It’s not as bad as it seems closer up. 

He draws a line with tow of his knuckles across her shoulder. “It’s fine,” he says, kissing her cheek, “it’s okay, no biggie. I’ll go get a comb and we’ll brush them all out! Your beautiful hair will be fine.” 

“Thank you,” she says. 

You make a funny sound. “Aw, Ro.” You take a stickle brick into your hand carefully. “Can I help too?” 

“Please, please.” She turns her huge eyes on you and grabs your arm. “Please don’t pull.” 

“Never, babe.” 

You and Eddie take some time to pull the bricks from her hair, their tines like Velcro stuck between her dark curls. It takes ages, and she grows frustrated, but Eddie holds her hand in his and says, “Just be patient, sweetheart, you gotta wait,” while feeling especially tender. He forgets sometimes that she’s not his mini me after all, that her experiences of fear are fresh and new. “It’s going okay, Ro, it just takes ages.” 

“It’s hurting,” she whines. 

He doesn’t believe her, but maybe it is a little uncomfortable. “Do you want to take a break? You’ll have to stay really still.” 

“Please pull them out.” 

“Alright, babe.” He tucks his hair behind his ears. “Let’s do this.” 

Eventually, with Roan near tears and Eddie worried you’re overwhelmed, you untangle the three bricks from her hair and brush away the matted tangles. “Sooo silky,” you murmur, leading the comb down to her small shoulders. 

“I think we’re done. You are restored to your former glory, babe,” Eddie says. 

Roan lifts her hands up and feels along her head. “No bricks?” 

“Totally fixed.” 

Roan stands up on the couch. Eddie eyes her suspiciously, but she wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek, reminiscent of how Eddie thanks her when she’s being good. “Thank you, dad.” 

He snorts. Roan beams at him and spins on her socked foot to hug you. You don’t get a kiss. You look overjoyed anyhow, quick to wrap her up and pat her back. “Thank you,” she says. 

“You’re welcome, princess.” You meet his eyes over her hair. “You’re more than welcome. No more stickles in your hair through, right?” 

“Right,” she says with an eager nod. 

Eddie shakes his head at you. This is the third time this month. 

[p0orbaby]

Fun Sponge

summary: the beach isn’t for everyone, Ella!

warnings: none I don’t think

a/n: some more grumpy!reader for you all. i’m just writing myself at this point

word count: 882

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“You’re so weird”

“Thank you”

“That wasn’t meant as a compliment,” Ella clarifies, then sighs as Alessia turns and narrows her eyes at her.

“What?” Ella asks. “She’s the only person I know who doesn’t like going on holiday”

“I do like holidays, I’m just confused about why you have to crash ours,” you said, a barely there smile playing on your lips. You tightened your arms around Alessia’s frame as she sits sideways in your lap. “Why did we bring her again?” you whisper to her, your lips grazing her ear. You feel her shiver.

Alessia chuckled softly, her fingers tracing circles on the back of your neck. “Baby, we’re with the whole team, remember?” she whispers back with a smirk.

“Yeah, but they’re all way less annoying,” you muttered, your attention focused again on the brunette sitting beside you.

“I can hear you, you know?”

“Good, you were meant to”

“Babe, calm down”

Alessia is good like that. Always there to make sure you don’t get too ahead of yourself. Though sometimes you wish she’d let you have at it. Tooney can be a collosol pain in your ass.

“Less, tell your girlfriend to stop being boring”

“I’m not going scuba diving Ella. I’m very partial to solid ground and I will not entertain sharing my personal space with rogue sea life” You deadpan.

Ella rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “You’re impossible. What’s the point of a beach holiday if you don’t even put one toe in the sea?”

“Oh I don’t know. To enjoy the sun, rinse the all-inclusive cocktails, hope and pray for peace and quiet, ogle Alessia in her bikini. Lots of points” you state matter of factly.

She shot back, “But it’s a beach! You’re supposed to enjoy the whole package, not just mope in the shade”

You wrap your arms around Alessia even tighter and bury your face into her neck. Your opinion on the matter set firmly in stone.

As you nestle into your girlfriend's warmth, Ella’s exasperation lingers in the air. She huffs, “Fine, enjoy your smoked pineapple margs, alone. We’ll be over there making sandcastles or something before our diving slot if you change your mind. Coming Less?”

Alessia hesitates, glancing at you sceptically before untangling herself from your embrace.

Your head snaps up, the look on your face one of utter betrayal. “Seriously? You’re ditching me for some sea turtles?”

Alessia chuckles, leaning forward to grab the palms you had reached out for her. “I know, I know, but it sounds fun. I’ll make it up to you later. I promise”

Ella grinns, seizing the opportunity. “And balance has been restored. Look after our stuff yeah?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, I’ll be here, guarding the sunscreen like it’s the only thing I’m useful for”

Alessia pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, then several to your lips, “I’ll be back before you know it. I miss you already” she shouts as she walks away.

“Glorified bodyguard” you mutter to yourself as the two girls stride into the distance.

At least you get to read some of your book in relative peace.

-

You have no idea how much time has passed, but suddenly a shock of cold water splashes over you, jolting you awake with an uncharacteristic yelp.

You lift a tired hand in front of your face to block the sun from your eyes, only to find Ella standing over you, grinning mischievously.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead! You missed out big time, but don't worry, I'm here to fill you in”. She announces, then proceeds to recount the whole thing with an overwhelming level of detail.

Alessia, expertly anticipating your annoyance plops down beside you and whispers an apology, offering a comforting kiss to the underside of your jaw. Her warmth soothes your initial irritation as Ella continues her painfully enthusiastic monologue.

"And then, this giant sea turtle swam right past me. I swear, it felt like a scene from a documentary, but we were actually living it!"

You manage a half-smile, your mind wandering as you try to savor the last moments of your nap.

"Oh, and the coral reefs! They were like a living, breathing masterpiece. I could've stayed down there forever”

Alessia nudges you, a hand coming up to stroke some hair out of your face to get your attention. Your eyes meet hers and she rolls them playfully.

"I even saw a clownfish! You know, like Nemo? It was adorable!"

You nod absentmindedly, your thoughts more focused on your girlfriend as she leans over you to finish the rest of your abandoned margarita than Ella’s rambling. She smells like sunscreen and seawater and you can’t help but relax a little.

Eventually Ella stops and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. Finally she’s run out of steam.

“You know what? That actually sounds super fun” you say, and Ella looks at you like a cat who’s got the cream.

“You think?”

“Absolutely fucking not”

She shoots back, offended “You’re impossible. Did you even hear anything I said?”

You wave a dismissive hand in her direction, “Something about sea turtles and coral reefs, right?”

“Oh my god, I hate you. I actually hate you so much”

“Can I get that in writing?”

[thewritetofreespeech]

hello, hope you are having a good day! could i get some platonic bg3 headcanons about a tav that puts up a front of "witty, kind, confident leader!", but is secretly very depressed and hides their own traumas. one day, tav, having gone off alone to cry, gets caught with the "mask" off by a companion and hurriedly tries to keep up the act, but the jig is up. when asked why they didn't tell anyone, they say something along the lines of "...please, don't think it was because of something you did. i place no blame on you, any of you. just...what all of you have gone through is so, so much worse compared to my problems. why put more on your plates?"

Astarion

They never fooled Astarion. He knows the acts in this little play well, and has been exploiting Tav this whole time. Confronted with it, he doesn’t know what to do. Genuine care is not something he is familiar with and it makes him uncomfortable. Like all his other parts, however, he can play this one too. “Darling, we’re a team. Partners in…whatever you need. Let me be your shoulder to cry on. Just not on this shirt. It’ll stain.”

Gale

Even though they say it’s not his fault, Gale can’t help but feel like it is. If he only took on more for them. If only he hadn’t told them of his condition to burden Tav further. If only he had done more. Gale feels guilty and selfish for not seeing it. “A wise poet once said comparing problems is like comparing sands on a beach. They are vast, infinite, and each unique. Sharing your burdens isn’t to compare. You have been so kind to me, let me return the favor for you.”

Halsin

Halsin feels gutted that they couldn’t trust him with their burdens, when he himself has added so much to them. He had sought so little from people for so long, then just thrust all his problems onto Tav at the first shine of hope. What a selfish, blundering fool he has been, even after all these years. “I spent so much time focused on my own problems. The Shadow Curse. The Grove. It consumed me to the point that I thought I would never find a path out, so I know what you are going through. And like you, I want to offer whatever support I can. Let me help you, as you have helped me.”

Karlach

It hurts Karlach’s heart, more than her engine, to see them like this. They are always so good, so open, that Karlach didn’t think that they had any problems. Still the gullible fool she guesses. Just believing what people say or show on the outside without looking past for the problems. “Hey, what do you think these big shoulders are for soldier? My good looks? You cry as much as you need. Let Mama K do the heavy lifting for a while. You’ll be alright. I promise you.”

Lae'zel

What trivium. Is the moisture on your face solving the problem? Is the burden of leadership too much to bare? tsk'va! “What burden is too great for a warrior such as yourself? I did not put my faith, my survival, in lott of one such as this. But…if you must lay your burdens down to wield your sword, I shall carry them for you. My strength is mighty enough for the both of us ra'stil .”

Minthara

Minthara is…surprised. Displays of emotion like this are not shown in the Underdark. But, she does realize that they were doing this in private; which is something done in the Underdark. She thought Tav had no burdens. Beloved and adored by their peers, and feared by their enemies, what more could they want? “Do you think I am immune to the burdens you speak of? Far from it. Since I was a babe at my mother’s breast I was subjected to incredible pressures. As that is how one makes diamonds. You will learn. You will adjust. These cracks will harden and strength as your stone polishes into pressure stones. Trust me. This will pass, and you will be grateful for it’s challenges.”

Shadowheart

It is not in her teaching, from what she can remember, to be open with their emotions like this. The ‘mask’ is the norm. All who worship Shar must be a blank slate for her will. But…Tav does not worship Shar. She was not taught the same way. And Shadowheart feels like a horrible friend for not even being a little supportive in a way that could help them with this. “You…take all the time you need. I’ll keep watch. Keep the others away. Unless…you would like company. I am a poor measure when it comes to sharing feelings but…I have two good ears. And I’ll probably just forget anything you’ve told me in the future anyway.”

Wyll

Wyll didn’t think he was to blame, but hearing them specifically say that he wasn’t makes him think that perhaps he is. He knows he hasn’t made it the easiest on them. His secrets. His changes. His stowaway. Wyll also feels dejected that they didn’t trust him enough to be honest with him. He is more than a blade at their side arm. He considered them a friend. “We all have our crosses, eh? But you needn’t hide it from me. I know how hard it came be to somedays tack on a smile. Just lean on me. I’ll be your shield if you need to unscrew it for a while.”

[pbaz7]

It’ll Always Be Her Chapter 18

AN: Well that game was something. In all honesty it wasn’t completely terrible and Paige did what she could with what she was given but I really wish we would stop over helping and leaving shooters open ✨. Anywho here’s the next chapter to brighten the mood around here. Let me know what you think and leave comments or live reactions if you can. Only one more chapter after this

Word Count: 6.2k

The day had finally arrived. UConn was set to face South Carolina in the NCAA Championship—a showdown the entire country had been anticipating. Up in their hotel room, Paige and Azzi were getting ready in their usual contrasting styles. Azzi stuck to her serious game-day routine, meticulously going through her steps to prepare. Paige, on the other hand, was her usual goofy self, bouncing around the room and yapping Azzi’s ear off about random things that would barely make sense to anyone not named Azzi who knew the blonde like the back of her hand.

"Okay, but hear me out," Paige began, lying upside down on the bed, legs propped up against the headboard. "What if I started wearing sunglasses on the court? Would that count as a performance enhancer? Like, would the refs freak out, or would they just assume I’m too cool to care?"

Azzi popped her head out of the bathroom, her expression one of amused disbelief. “Paige, you can barely see the basket as it is without your contacts. Add sunglasses, and we’d lose by thirty and you’d play the worst game of your life.”

“Rude,” Paige shot back, rolling onto her stomach. “But think about the drip, babe. The aesthetic. The world wouldn’t be ready.”

Azzi disappeared back into the bathroom, muttering, “The world isn’t ever ready for your antics, that’s for sure.”

Paige grinned, hopping off the bed and trailing into the bathroom doorway. “Speaking of antics, I was thinking—TikTok time! We haven’t blessed the fans in a minute.”

Azzi groaned audibly, stepping out with a towel draped around her neck. “Paige, we’re about to play the biggest game of our lives. I don’t think TikTok is on the priority list.”

“But that’s exactly why we should do it!” Paige countered, her voice rising with excitement. “Last UConn game day. Gotta give the people what they want!”

Azzi paused to unpack her suitcase, carefully placing items back in their designated spots. “The people want a championship, not a dance video,” she said dryly, not even looking up at her being so used to the girls' antics.

Paige pouted, pulling out her secret weapon: wide, puppy-dog blue eyes that Azzi could never say no to. “Please?” she pleaded, her voice soft and sugary. “Just one? For me? I promise I’ll stop bothering you for the rest of the day.”

Azzi glanced up briefly, then sighed, shaking her head. “You’re a liar. You’re definitely going to bother me again.”

“Okay, maybe,” Paige admitted with a sheepish grin. “But I’ll try really hard not to.”

Azzi shook her head, a small laugh escaping despite herself. “You’re impossible. Fine. After we’re ready.”

“Yessss!” Paige celebrated before darting off to finish getting dressed, leaving Azzi to shake her head in fond exasperation.

Once they were both ready, Paige eagerly dragged Azzi into the TikTok operation. It took some time, mostly because Paige kept breaking out into giggles whenever they messed up the moves, and Azzi—ever the perfectionist—insisted they start over until they got it just right.

“Paige, focus!” Azzi said, trying to stifle her own laughter as Paige flopped onto the bed mid-dance. “We are never going to finish this.”

“I am focusing!” Paige argued through her giggles. “It’s not my fault your serious face is hilarious. You look like you’re plotting world domination.”

Azzi crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Do you want this TikTok, or do you want me to pack my bag and leave you here?”

“Fine, fine, I’ll behave,” Paige said, standing up and saluting. “Captain Serious, reporting for duty.”

Eventually, they nailed the routine, with Paige cheering triumphantly as she hit the post button on Azzi’s TikTok account—a rare move, given how private Azzi usually was online. They captioned it simply: “Last UConn game day.”

The comments came pouring in almost immediately. Paige leaned over Azzi’s shoulder, reading them out loud while Azzi scrolled.

“‘Omg, queens blessing us before the game 😭😭,’” Paige read in a dramatic voice. “‘Good luck!! Bring that trophy home!!!’” She grinned. “See? They love it. I told you this was a good idea.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled. “Let’s just hope they’re this excited after we win.”

“They will be,” Paige said confidently, grabbing her bag. “Because we’re awesome. And by ‘we,’ I mean me, obviously.”

Azzi smirked, grabbing her own bag. “Keep talking like that, and I might pass you the ball once tonight.”

“Gee, thanks, MVP,” Paige said with a mock bow as they headed out the door. “Remind me to show you how much I appreciate you later.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head as they made their way toward the team bus. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” Paige shot back with a wink, earning another groan from Azzi as they stepped into the hallway.

As the elevator doors slid open, Paige and Azzi stepped out with their security team, immediately greeted by the buzz of a crowd gathered outside the hotel. Fans were lined up along the barricades, yelling their names, holding up posters, and waving phones in hopes of snapping pictures or getting autographs. The energy was electric, but Paige felt the subtle shift in Azzi’s demeanor instantly.

The playful, relaxed Azzi from just minutes ago was gone, replaced with someone more guarded. Paige knew why. Ever since the stalker incident, these moments had been difficult for Azzi. The overwhelming attention wasn’t just part of the job—it was a trigger. Paige, ever attuned to her girlfriend’s moods, reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against Azzi’s back as she tried to gently guide her forward, like she always did.

But this time, Azzi didn’t move. She stood firm, her eyes scanning the crowd as if lost in thought. Paige stopped beside her, lowering her voice. “Azzi, you don’t have to do this. We can head straight to the bus.”

Azzi turned to her, her beautiful brown eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. “I have to get over this hill eventually,” she said softly, but with conviction. “The fans deserve it.”

Paige studied her for a moment, then nodded, offering a small, reassuring smile. “Alright. But I’m right here, okay?”

Azzi’s lips twitched upward in a faint smile, and together they approached the crowd. The fans erupted as they came closer, the excitement palpable. Paige took the lead, chatting easily with the fans, signing autographs, and taking selfies. All the while, she kept a careful eye on Azzi. At first, Azzi was tense, her movements measured, her smile polite but a little forced. Paige recognized the unease in the way her hand hovered over the sharpie she was holding, hesitating before signing anything.

But as the minutes passed, Azzi started to loosen up. A fan complimented her three-pointer in the last game, and she finally cracked a genuine smile. Another asked for advice on shooting form, and she launched into a quick explanation, her voice steady and confident. Paige watched as the Azzi she knew—the Azzi who loved connecting with people and sharing her passion for the game—slowly emerged from behind her cautious exterior.

It was going smoothly until a group of fans got a little overzealous. A couple of them jostled forward, eager to get Azzi’s attention, and in the commotion, one bumped into her. Azzi stumbled slightly, her balance wavering. Before she could even fully react, Paige was there, wrapping an arm securely around her waist and pulling her close.

“Hey,” Paige said, her voice low and steady as she looked her over. “You okay?”

Azzi blinked, looking up at Paige. Her eyes softened as a grateful smile spread across her face. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you,” she murmured, her voice laced with admiration.

Paige nodded, her hold on Azzi lingering for just a second longer than necessary before she loosened her grip. She offered the fans a calm but firm reminder to be careful, her usually playful tone replaced with quiet authority

Azzi seemed more at ease now, laughing with fans and joking with Paige who easily switched the mood back to playful.

“Alright, who’s ready to see the future champs?” Paige teased, earning a cheer from the fans. She turned to Azzi with a smirk. “That includes you, obviously.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but smiled, letting out a small laugh. “Glad to know I made the cut.”

Paige shot her a look. “Barely. Gotta see how you play tonight first.”

The fans around them chuckled, one yelling out, “Don’t listen to her, Azzi! You’re the real MVP!”

Azzi grinned at the comment. “Thank you! At least someone around here appreciates me.” She side-eyed Paige with mock offense, and Paige raised her hands in mock surrender.

“Okay, okay, she may win the MVP,” Paige said loudly, pretending to announce it to the crowd. “But only because I taught her everything she knows.”

Azzi turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, really? You’re the one teaching me?”

Paige shrugged, her grin widening. “You’ve seen my highlights.”

Before Azzi could respond, a fan jumped in with a sly smile. “Is this how you two always are? Like, this constant back-and-forth?”

“Pretty much,” Paige said without missing a beat. “I can’t help it. She makes it too easy to.”

“Right, because you’re so much harder to deal with,” Azzi replied dryly, crossing her arms.

A younger fan, barely holding a sign steady, piped up nervously. “You guys are so cute!”

Azzi glanced at Paige, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly, but Paige didn’t skip a beat. “You hear that, Az? I’m cute. Not annoying, cute.”

Azzi shook her head, the corners of her mouth twitching up. “I think they’re talking about me, not us as a whole. You’re still annoying.”

They continued signing autographs and taking selfies, Paige taking the lead in conversations. She joked with fans about their favorite plays, hyped up UConn’s chances in the game, and teased Azzi at every opportunity.

At one point, a fan handed Azzi a poster with her own face on it. Paige, standing nearby, immediately burst out laughing. “Wow, Az, they even brought your headshot. Is this for motivational purposes or—”

“Unlike you, I’m not obsessed with myself and don’t need extra motivation,” Azzi quipped, cutting her off. “But I’ll sign it anyway.”

As Azzi scribbled her signature, another fan boldly asked, “So, uh...are you guys, like, dating?”

At the fan’s bold question, Azzi paused for a brief moment, glancing at Paige with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Paige caught her gaze, her own smile widening into something mischievous yet soft.

Neither of them said a word.

Instead, Azzi turned her attention back to the poster she was signing, her cheeks faintly tinged with pink, while Paige let out a light chuckle and moved on to the next autograph. The fans around them buzzed with excitement, catching the silent exchange and immediately reading into it.

“Did you see that? They totally just gave each other that look!” one fan whispered loudly to their friend.

“I knew it!” another said, practically bouncing with joy.

Paige, overhearing the comments, glanced up and raised an eyebrow at the fans. “What are you guys whispering about over there?”

“Nothing!” one of them squeaked, clearly lying, which made Azzi smirk as she handed back the signed poster.

“Uh-huh,” Paige said, her tone playful as she moved to take a selfie with a group of fans.

After a little more time they made their way to the bus. As they waited for the rest of the team to join them, Paige leaned against the side of the vehicle, her eyes still on Azzi. “You handled that like a pro,” she said with a grin. “Proud of you.”

Azzi tilted her head, her expression soft. “I had a good safety net,” she replied, her voice warm. Paige smirked, nudging her shoulder playfully, but inside, she was beaming.

As they finally stepped onto the bus once everyone was there, the buzzing energy from the fans still lingered in the air. Azzi and Paige settled into their usual seats, a comfortable quiet replacing the chaos of earlier. Paige glanced at Azzi, who was already slipping on her headphones, and gave her a small, knowing smile. She resisted the urge to tease her girlfriend for the first time all day, understanding how focused Azzi became as they got closer to game time.

Instead, Paige popped in her own headphones and leaned back into the seat, keeping her energy more subdued. Azzi, letting out a soft breath, leaned her head on Paige’s shoulder. Paige didn’t move, letting her rest, her hand casually resting on her knee as the bus rumbled toward the arena.

The surreal weight of the day settled over them both. This was it—their final game in UConn jerseys.

In the locker room, the air was electric, the quiet tension almost palpable. Paige and Azzi sat next to each other as they laced up their sneakers. Paige, ever the goofball, nudged Azzi lightly with her elbow.

“You nervous, superstar?” Paige asked, her voice teasing but soft.

Azzi glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. “Nope, not as nervous as you should be. You’re the one with all the expectations.” she quipped back, tightening her laces.

Paige smirked, leaning back against the wall. “Please, I was born for moments like this. You, on the other hand…” She let the sentence hang, drawing out a reaction.

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at her lips. “If you spent half as much time focusing as you do bothering me, we’d already have this game won.”

“Yeah, but then who’d keep you on your toes?” Paige shot back.

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love it,” Paige said, grinning.

Azzi didn’t respond, but the warmth in her smile said enough.

When they stepped onto the court for unofficial warm-ups, their usual routine took over. Among the drills and team stretches, Paige and Azzi made time for their tradition—a quick game of one-on-one. It had started as a way to loosen up and get in rhythm, but over the years, it had become their thing.

Today’s match-up was particularly playful, with Paige trying to trash-talk Azzi as she drove to the basket.

“Told you you can’t guard me” Paige teased, sinking a fadeaway jumper.

Azzi smirked, taking the ball and stepping back to the three-point line. “Keep talking. You’re about to regret it.” She drained the shot effortlessly, holding up three fingers as Paige groaned dramatically.

“Okay, okay, calm down, Steph Curry Jr,” Paige said, shaking her head with a laugh. “Save some of that for the actual game.”

Azzi grinned, tossing her the ball. “I don’t need to. I’ve got plenty.”

Their banter drew a few laughs from their teammates, who were used to their antics but still found them entertaining. By the time warm-ups ended, they were both grinning, their energy high and ready for the game.

As they stood in the huddle just before tip-off, Paige gave Azzi a quick pat on the back. “One more,” she said, her voice laced with determination.

Azzi’s gaze hardened with focus, but her lips quirked into a small smile. “One more,” she replied.

And with that, they stepped onto the court, ready to make their final game one to remember.

…

The championship game against South Carolina started with an intensity that promised a battle until the final buzzer. South Carolina’s size and defensive pressure gave them an early edge, forcing UConn into tough shots. On the other end, their star forward dominated in the post, scoring on back-to-back possessions to give South Carolina a quick six-point lead.

But UConn was no stranger to adversity. Paige and Azzi, as they had done all season, answered the call. Paige got things going by splitting a double team and sinking a floater in the lane, drawing a foul in the process. She stepped to the free throw line and sunk the shot, cutting the lead in half.

On the next possession, Azzi picked off a lazy pass, sprinting down the court for an uncontested layup. As she backpedaled on defense, she glanced at Paige, who gave her a pat on the back in approval.

South Carolina responded with a three-pointer, but Paige wasted no time striking back. She dribbled up the court with a defender hounding her, then threw a perfect no-look pass to Azzi in the corner. Azzi caught it in rhythm and drained the shot, sending a ripple of excitement through the UConn bench.

The game became a tug-of-war, with neither team able to establish dominance. South Carolina used their height to crash the boards, earning second-chance points, while UConn relied on quick ball movement and the undeniable chemistry between Paige and Azzi.

Midway through the first half, Paige took over. She drilled two deep threes in a row, the second coming off a screen set by Azzi. On the next possession, Paige returned the favor, threading a bounce pass through traffic to Azzi, who finished with a reverse layup that drew gasps from the crowd.

South Carolina adjusted their defense, throwing double teams at Paige and switching on Azzi to limit her opportunities. But the two stars adapted just as quickly, finding ways to free each other up. When Paige was trapped, Azzi slipped into open spaces for quick jumpers. When Azzi was blanketed on the perimeter, Paige drove to the hoop, forcing defenders to collapse and creating openings elsewhere.

By halftime, Paige had 22 points on an array of dazzling plays, including a transition three that left her defender stumbling. Azzi added 14 points, most of which came off assists from Paige. Despite their heroics, South Carolina’s relentless play and physicality gave them a 46-43 lead heading into the break.

As the UConn players headed to the locker room, their faces were a mix of determination and exhaustion. The crowd, buzzing with anticipation, knew the second half would be just as thrilling.

Inside the locker room, the tension was palpable. Players stretched, drank water, and wiped sweat from their faces as they prepared for Geno’s halftime speech. But before he entered, Paige found Azzi sitting at her locker, adjusting her shoe.

“They’re crowding you up top every time,” Paige said, sitting next to her. “Let’s hit them with those back cuts we talked about. I’ll find you.”

Azzi gave her a knowing smile. “And if they collapse, I’ll kick it back out. You’ll be open.”

Paige bumped her shoulder lightly. “Classic two-for-one special.”

Azzi laughed softly as Geno walked in

The second half began with the same ferocity as the first. South Carolina continued to dominate the boards, their bigs muscling through traffic for contested putbacks. But UConn’s pace and precision kept them in the game. Paige opened the half with a step-back three that sent the arena into a frenzy, followed by Azzi cutting behind her defender for an easy layup.

Each possession felt like a battle in itself, with the lead shifting multiple times. South Carolina’s star guard hit a clutch jumper to give them a brief advantage, only for Paige to answer with a quick crossover and a pull-up jumper.

By the final minute, the score was tied at 87-87, both teams trading blows like heavyweight fighters. The tension was almost unbearable as UConn had possession and called a timeout with 5.6 seconds left on the clock.

Geno grabbed his clipboard and began to draw up a play. “Here’s the plan. Paige, you’ll take the ball out. Pass it in to KK, and then get it right back. South Carolina’s going to double you, no doubt about it. That’s where Azzi comes in.” He pointed to the baseline. “Azzi you’re going to fake ball side but you’re coming off a screen on the backside baseline. If we do it right they’ll get stuck and be too many steps behind. As soon as Paige gets doubled, she’ll find you. Quick release. Game over. Simple” Geno describes the play as if it’s the easiest thing in the world as he has complete faith in the two girls who’ve led the team all season.

Paige and Azzi exchanged a glance, their confidence in each other unshakable. This was the kind of moment they had trained for thousands of times. All the time they spent in the gym together passing to each other, making up scenarios, all for this moment they dreamed about.

The players broke the huddle and took their positions. The arena was deafening, the crowd on their feet, the tension so thick it felt like time had slowed. Paige stood on the sideline, the ball in her hands, her face calm but determined.

The referee blew the whistle, and the play began. Paige passed the ball in to KK, then darted to the wing. As Geno predicted, the double team came immediately when she got the ball back, two defenders swarming her. But Paige didn’t panic. She knew where Azzi would be—she always did.

On the opposite side of the court, Azzi cut hard off a baseline screen from Ice, her defender trailing just a couple of steps too late. Paige spotted her, their connection automatic, and fired a perfect pass.

The ball sailed through the air in what felt like slow motion. Azzi caught it in stride, her feet set behind the three-point line. Without hesitation, she rose up for the shot. Her release was quick, smooth, and precise.

The ball arced high, the crowd holding their breath. It swished through the net without touching the rim.

The buzzer sounded. UConn had won.

As the ball swished through the net and the buzzer sounded, the entire arena erupted in cheers. Azzi stood frozen for a moment, her mind still processing what had just happened. They had won. The NCAA Championship was theirs. But before she could fully take in the moment, she felt a body collide with hers, Paige running toward her at full speed.

Without a second thought, Azzi’s arms went around Paige, who pulled her into a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground for a brief, euphoric moment. The crowd roared around them, but all Azzi could focus on was the weight of Paige's arms around her, the feel of her steady heartbeat against her chest.

“WE DID IT!” Paige shouted, her voice muffled slightly as she buried her face in Azzi's shoulder.

Before either of them could process much more, the rest of the UConn team was pouring onto the court. They huddled together in a jumble of players, screaming, jumping, and celebrating, all of them caught up in the emotion of the championship win. Azzi’s heart was racing, but there was no time to catch her breath—there was still the handshake line ahead.

Paige, always the leader, was the first to move toward the line, her infectious smile lighting up her face. Azzi followed, her heart swelling with pride as she watched Paige lead her team with such confidence and grace.

After the final handshake, Paige immediately found Azzi and pulled her into another hug. This time, they both held on a little longer, savoring the moment of the win and everything it meant. Azzi melted into the embrace, her heart racing as she buried her face in Paige’s shoulder.

“You’re amazing,” Paige whispered, her voice full of pride.

Azzi pulled back just enough to look at her, smiling in that soft, quiet way that always made Paige’s heart skip a beat. “Yeah, right. You’re the superstar here.”

Paige chuckled, brushing her hand gently on Azzi’s face. “Nope we’re a team, remember?”

Azzi smiled, her eyes full of love as she whispered, “I love you.”

Paige’s eyes softened. “I love you too.”

Just as they were about to pull away, the entire team surrounded them, pouring water on both of them in celebration. Azzi laughed, shaking her head as the cool water drenched her, but she didn’t mind. This was their moment, and she couldn’t have been happier to share it with Paige.

…

After some time celebrating on the court, the team finally began to settle into the moment. Hats and championship shirts were handed out, each player eagerly pulling them on over their jerseys. They posed for pictures and cheered, and the energy remained electric. When the stage was ready, the announcers ushered the team forward, and the crowd roared as the official ceremonies began.

After a few words honoring their incredible season, the team was presented with the championship trophy. The players exchanged glances, everyone hesitating for a moment—until Ice, KK, and a few others practically shoved Azzi forward to claim it. Azzi stumbled slightly, laughing nervously as she walked up to receive the trophy. She held it up high for the crowd, her usual serious demeanor softening as her teammates cheered loudly behind her.

Shortly after, the announcer called Paige’s name as the tournaments Most Valuable Player, listing her impressive stat line that night: 37 points, 8 rebounds, and 7 assists. The arena erupted once again as Paige stepped forward, a mix of joy and humility written across her face. She accepted the MVP trophy, glancing back at her team as they clapped and hollered for her some even throwing confetti that they collected in their hats.

Paige raised the mic and spoke with her usual poise. “Thank you,” she started, her voice clear but humble. “This is a huge honor, but I want to make it clear—I couldn’t have done any of this without my team. Every single person here contributed to this win and this season. We did this together.” She paused, smiling at the group behind her before continuing. “And I want to shout out Azzi specifically. She was incredible tonight, just like she’s been all year after battling back from tough injuries. I’m extremely lucky to play with someone as amazing as her.”

The team whooped loudly, laughing as Azzi groaned and buried her face in her hands. Paige grinned at her reaction before finishing, “Thank you all for the support, and let’s celebrate together Husky nation!”

The crowd cheered, and as the announcer handed the mic to Geno, Paige stepped off to the side. She immediately made her way over to Azzi, the MVP trophy still clutched in her hands. Azzi, already shaking her head, started to back away playfully.

“Nope,” Azzi said firmly as Paige held the trophy out to her.

“Come on, Az,” Paige teased, her eyes dancing with mischief. “You deserve this as much as I do.”

Azzi crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “You know that’s not true. You earned this. Ms.Thirty-seven points. Don’t even try.”

Paige shrugged dramatically, still holding the trophy between them. “Fine, but I’m letting you get the next one,” she said with a sly grin.

Azzi smirked, tilting her head. “Oh, you’re letting me win now?” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Paige chuckled, nudging her lightly with her shoulder. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Azzi laughed, shaking her head as the playful banter between them faded into the background of the ongoing celebration.

…

The atmosphere was electric, a mix of celebratory chaos and genuine happiness. Paige, now a little more than tipsy, had stationed herself next to Azzi at the bar, fully committing to her self-assigned mission of making Azzi blush. Azzi, who had only had one drink, was clearly enjoying Paige’s antics, though she tried to maintain her usual composed demeanor.

“Okay, okay,” Paige started, holding her hands up like she was about to say something profound. “How about this one, Az? If beauty were time, you’d be eternity.”

Azzi snorted mid-sip, nearly choking on her second drink. “Are you Googling these? Be honest.”

“Nope.” Paige tapped her temple with a sly grin. “All me. Original content.”

So, Az,” Paige began again, leaning closer and resting her chin on her hand. “Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’ve used that one before. Try harder.”

“Alright, alright,” Paige said, straightening up like she was about to deliver something groundbreaking. “If you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber.”

Azzi groaned, shaking her head as laughter bubbled out of her. “That one’s worse.”

Paige smirked, undeterred. “You’re laughing, though. Admit it—I’m charming.”

“Charming? Sure,” Azzi teased, taking another sip. “But I think the alcohol is doing most of the work.”

“I don’t need help to be charming,” Paige shot back, gesturing dramatically before leaning closer to Azzi again. “But if you think this is bad, wait ‘til I really start trying.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself. “This isn’t you trying?”

“Not even close,” Paige replied with a confident grin.

Azzi doubled over, her laughter drawing the attention of their teammates nearby. KK and Ice walked over, clearly amused.

“Paige, are you seriously trying to pick up Azzi right now?” KK asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Paige replied innocently. “I’m just admiring the most gorgeous woman in the room.”

“Uh-huh,” Ice said, smirking. “How many drinks have you had, P?”

“Not enough,” Paige shot back, grinning as she leaned into Azzi again. “So...do I have a chance, or are you out of my league?”

Azzi rolled her eyes, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much. “Definitely out of your league.”

The team erupted into laughter, the lighthearted banter filling the air. Paige pretended to be wounded, clutching her chest dramatically. “Ouch, Az! That’s cold.”

“Don’t worry,” Azzi replied with a smirk. “I like a a good challenge.”

Aubrey who was on TikTok live sauntered over with her phone. She panned the camera to Ice and a few other teammates who cheered. Then she moved to Paige and Azzi. Paige immediately straightened up, leaning into the frame with an exaggerated smile.

“Hellooo, internet!” Paige said, waving dramatically. “Your favorite champs reporting live.”

Azzi shook her head, already sensing where this was going. “Don’t let her talk too much,” she warned Aubrey.

The live chat exploded with comments as KK laughed, reading them out loud. “Oh, they’re already asking about y’all. ‘Paige and Azzi look so good together.’ Pazzi confirmed?’”

Paige leaned closer to read the screen, squinting slightly. “Pazzi? That’s… creative,” she said, clearly a little slower than usual as she casually addressed her and Azzi’s rumored relationship.

Azzi chuckled. “She’s not drunk, I promise,” she said, addressing the camera before turning to Paige. “Right?”

“I’m not drunk,” Paige insisted, pointing at Azzi. “But you’re dodging the important questions.”

“Oh, yeah? What questions?” Azzi asked, humoring her.

“Like… how do you look this good after playing 40 minutes?” Paige said, her tone teasing but genuinely impressed.

KK groaned, dramatically tilting Aubrey’s phone away before bringing it right back. “Y’all are too much.”

Azzi laughed as Paige blinked at the phone, trying to think of a comeback. Before she could, a fan comment caught her attention.

“‘Who’s the better shooter?’” Paige read out loud, turning to Azzi. “Obviously me, right?”

Azzi smirked. “Yeah, if we’re talking about shots you’ve taken in the bar. On the court? Me, all day.”

The team burst into laughter, Ice shouting, “She got you, P!”

Paige, undeterred, grinned and pointed at the camera. “Alright, internet, I’m gonna remember this moment when I outshoot her in our next game together.”

“Sure you will,” Azzi said, still smiling as she reached over and gently covered Paige’s mouth not wanting her to say anything about Golden State. “And on that note, we’re taking a break from the live.” She pulled Paige slightly out of frame, ignoring Paige’s muffled protests.

The celebration continued, with Paige and Azzi rejoining the team. Drinks flowed, the music thumped, and the energy only grew as more fans and family filtered into the space. Paige eventually returned to the bar with Azzi, her tipsiness making her even bolder.

“I’m just saying,” Paige started, leaning against Azzi with a dramatic sigh. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“Oh, yeah?” Azzi asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”

“Because otherwise, you’d never survive my charm,” Paige replied with a wink.

Azzi laughed, leaning closer to whisper. “Your charm is dangerous, alright. But not for the reasons you think.”

Their banter was interrupted by KK, still on live and now moving the camera back toward them. “The people want more of Paige and Azzi,” KK said, grinning. “What do y’all have to say to the fans?”

Paige leaned into the frame again, this time draping her arm over Azzi’s shoulders. “Hi, fans,” she said with a dramatic wave. “We love you. Stay hydrated. Be great. Go UConn.”

Azzi, smiling but exasperated, pulled Paige back slightly. “She’s had enough screen time for one night.”

The live chat erupted in protest, flooded with “Noooo, don’t let Paige leave!” and “We need more MVP content!”

Azzi, amused, glanced at the screen. “Oh, the people are rioting.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Guess they’re not ready to say goodbye to you, huh?”

Paige grinned triumphantly, leaning closer to the phone. “See? They love me.”

As Azzi tried to nudge her away, Paige’s eyes locked on a specific comment. She tilted her head, then read aloud with absolutely no filter, “‘Y’all should just kiss already.’”

The room fell into a momentary hush as Paige’s words hung in the air. Realizing what she’d just said, Paige’s eyes widened, and she immediately slapped her hand over her mouth. “Oops,” she mumbled, muffled by her fingers.

Azzi stared at her for a beat before bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, you’re unbelievable.”

The live chat exploded: “DO IT!!!” “Paige drunk and exposing herself lmao.” “Azzi, please end us with this kiss and we promise we’ll never complain again!”

Paige, her cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and the drinks, dropped her hand and looked sheepishly at Azzi. “Uh… sorry?”

Azzi chuckled, shaking her head as she turned to face her girlfriend. “You’re a mess,” she said softly, though her tone was warm.

Azzi glanced at the phone in KK’s hand, her eyes narrowing playfully at the sea of messages. She reached out, gently nudging Paige aside, and leaned slightly toward the camera. “This is never happening again on social media, so don’t get used to it.”

Before anyone could react, she turned to Paige, who was still blinking in a mix of tipsy confusion and nervous excitement. Without hesitation, Azzi reached out, cupped Paige’s jaw with a gentle but assured touch, and pulled her into a kiss.

The bar erupted into chaos as cheers, whistles, and laughter filled the room. KK nearly dropped the phone, shouting, “No way! Yo, they really did it!”

The live chat exploded: “OMG THEY ACTUALLY KISSED!!!” “PAZZI IS REAL!!!” “WE WONNNNNNN!”

When Azzi finally pulled back, Paige’s cheeks were flushed, her expression a mix of awe and giddy disbelief. Azzi smirked at her and leaned in close, murmuring just loud enough for her to hear, “That’s for making me deal with all this tonight.”

Paige’s grin spread wide as she stammered, “Totally worth it.”

Azzi straightened, glancing back at the camera. “Alright, now she’s really done for the night.” She waved at KK’s phone with a chuckle. “Bye, internet.” Then, taking Paige’s hand, she tugged her out of frame as the live chat continued to explode.

KK turned the camera back to herself, laughing so hard she could barely speak. “Y’all, you saw it here first! The MVP and Ms. Azzi Fudd. I can’t believe this!”

The team swarmed Azzi and Paige as soon as they returned, cheering loudly and teasing relentlessly. Paige, still tipsy and smiling ear-to-ear, leaned against Azzi, her voice light with laughter. “You really kissed me in front of everyone.”

Azzi smirked, her hand slipping to Paige’s waist to steady her. “I did,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “So let’s go, and you can thank me properly back in the room.”

Paige’s cheeks flushed, though whether it was the drinks, Azzi’s words, or both, she wasn’t sure. Without hesitation, Azzi took her hand, gently pulling her through the crowd.

The team called after them with a mix of cheers and playful jabs. KK’s voice rose above the noise, shouting, “Don’t forget to hydrate, lovebirds!”

Paige turned just enough to stick her tongue out at KK, making the team laugh even harder. Azzi shook her head, her smirk never fading as they made their way outside.

The cool night air hit them as they stepped out of the bar, the sounds of celebration fading behind them. A sleek car pulled up to the curb, its driver stepping out to open the door. Azzi helped Paige in before sliding in after her, the door closing softly behind them.

Paige leaned her head against Azzi’s shoulder, her giggles subsiding into a contented hum. “I can’t believe you kissed me in front of everyone and on live.”

Azzi glanced down at her, her hand finding Paige’s. “I told them it wouldn’t happen again,” she said, her voice warm. “But you? You’re worth it.”

Paige smiled, her fingers lacing with Azzi’s as the car pulled away, leaving the celebration behind.