#oh she has connected the dots she has connected them

[existingingrey]

A touch that whispers, 'I’m so glad you're safe.'"

A sigh, radiating relief that words can't express.

[spacedace]

Since I have the first three chapters of the next installment of the House of Elle series more or less finished and I'm going to start posting stuff soon(ish), here be a few out memes for things going on in this one 😄

(The corrupted text on the second to last one is intentionally unreadable, it just says "Eldritch Text Because Spoilers" because, you know, spoilers haha)

[noahtally-famous]

funny how the reason mk got eliminated in s1 was bc she couldn’t resist taunting julia (calling her a buttknuckle which made julia realize she’d been watching the confessionals), and how in a sense it goes hand in hand with whatever they had going on in s2. they just can’t help being in each others orbit lmao

like mk rlly just loves to rile julia up huh? staying under the radar? pfft not when the opportunity to make fun of julia is on the table

[cocoabubbelle-newblog]

SCOGUE-“Tember”

(2024/2025)

Day “9”; part 2 following Day “8”

After trying and failing to convince Kitty that nothing had happened in the woods between her and Scott, Rogue wound up spilling everything after the other girl would not cease her prodding.

How she and he were just chatting about upcoming christmas plans, or lack thereof in their case, when Scott suddenly pulled her against him.

How she had been startled by the sudden contact and almost flailed to either jump away or push him off out of reflex.

How after toppling onto the ground on top of him, how flustered she felt when it seemed like she could feel every muscle of his torso and arms pressing against her—deliriously recalling the moment of him dripping wet after returning with Jean from Duncan’s party, his T-shirt leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination as he wrung his sweater—

How after the initial shock somehow brought Sabertooth’s instincts to the forefront and she had just barely managed to restrain herself from cuddling and sniffing him like a cat.

How he had said he was “pretty good” but was initially too rattled to get the words out, making her mistake him as telling her she was the one who was…reminding her the first time when he called her an…well, more specifically, read out the lines that called her—no, her character as -!

Kitty had interrupted. Lines? Character??

…then before Rogue knew it, everything else had spilled out before she could stop herself…

How the blasted study session they were paired in involved reading Shakespeare, and the way he said his lines nearly caused her heart to do a 180 degree turn, almost confiding herself to the boy who was still supposed to be her enemy…

How she secretly craved his friendship as well as that of the other X-Men…even when she was fuming with resentment after Principal Dark-! er, Mystique, further gaslit her into thinking they could never be friends, almost…

…..Rogue had hesitated…then finished confessing how she nearly went through with taking advantage of having the higher ground in their snowmobile race to…hurt Scott.

Kitty’s eyes had widened, but she had remained glued onto the edge of Rogue’s bed, what was left of her ice cream forgotten in her pint as she held on every word Rogue shared.

“And then?” was all she asked in response.

And then the dam had broke, Rogue spilling out more as the tears came.

How despite everything she did up to that point, Scott STILL wanted to be her friend, how it took Mystique attempting to…for Rogue to finally…

The rest of it all came out in chaotic torrents.

How Scott immediately accepted her despite nearly falling to his death thanks to her. Protecting her and getting injured in the process. Comforting her when she was upset about the whole situation and revelation.

How excited he had been to officially welcome her into the team despite still recovering from his injuries.

How accommodating he had tried to be to help her ease into the friendship group and get used to the rules.

How her increasing, confused thoughts about him were not being helped by the small bouquet of red roses she found out he gave her after she and Kitty performed in the school’s Dracula-themed musical amidst the other bouquets the Ororo and the others gave them.

How despite how frustrating he had been trying to push them to compete with the Brotherhood during their brief tenure at the summer camp, she had such a hard time ungluing her eyes from what his surprisingly skimpy tank top failed to cover—Kitty needed a moment to recover from simultaneously squeeing and cackling at that.

How alarmed she was when Jean, Logan, and Professor X chose to LEAVE Scott and his brother on Asteroid M.

How worried she had been after the whole aforementioned debacle took place for him because 1) he had found his brother but had been manipulated by Magneto into altering both his body and mind, 2) again, was nearly left behind on an asteroid that was close to EXPLODING because he wasn’t snapping out of the brainwashing fast enough for Jean and the Prof.—which, yes, Rogue tried to understand was supposed to be the best decision underneath the life or death circumstances, choosing to leave and save the majority that would come rather than risk their lives while waiting for the altered Cyclops and Havoc to sort themselves out…but………and then 3) both brothers nearly falling to their deaths after they came to themselves but a moment too late to jump onto the X-Jet, 4) using up who knew how much of their energy to destroy the asteroid and prevent it from crashing down to earth to the point that if they HADN’T been altered…they could have……and 5) how even after all of that, Scott’s own brother didn’t seem interested in fully reuniting with him, which Scott acted like was not a big deal and seemed to be like his old self, but she could see how more introverted and lonely he quietly was when he wasn’t playing his role as the responsible older student, friend, example and leader when left to his own devices.

How he began pushing himself more into training and studies both as an X-Man and as a student of Bayville High to the point where Rogue knows he’s exhausting himself far more than he is helping himself but she doesn’t know what to say or do because the positive results are outshining the negative ones and if any of their teachers have noticed they haven’t SAID anything and if they did they aren’t making him stop or slow down if he’s not listening to them.

How frustrating it was to see his affections for Jean blossom into an obvious crush…while Jean did and continued to do nothing to dissuade him as she continued to date her jerk of a boyfriend for whatever reason…

How Rogue tried not to resent Jean for her actions towards Scott, past and present, especially after taking a glimpse at Miss Popularity’s mind when trying to help her during her unexpected power surge and gaining a better understanding of her, her jealousy cooling down by significant degrees, but unable to accept Jean’s willfully ignoring Scott’s feelings without having the decency to discourage them.

How Rogue couldn’t bring herself to confront Scott and yell at him that if he hadn’t snapped out of his brainwashing quickly enough, Jean would have left him to DIE on Asteroid X even after she tried to give them the benefit of the doubt as the jet began to take off…

Because Jean was only doing what was best for the team at that moment, whereas Rogue…

“If Ah had known earlier enough that Scott and his brotha were still out of sorts,” she whispered into her knees, having pulled them up to her chin at some point during her rant, “Ah would’ve jumped outta my seat and the X-Jet ta find and bring’em to safety mahself… ‘cause after all he’d done ta help me, there would’ve been nothin’ on earth, in heaven, or in hell that would’ve stopped me from tryin’ ta save ‘im.”

She buried her face into her arms. “Not even the risk of doomin’ the rest of us…”

And if Scott had known that….Scott, who always put his needs last before the others?

Rogue didn’t need to tell Kitty which girl Scott would have respected more and which one he would have been disgusted by if he ever knew the truth of what she almost did.

“…gosh…” was all Kitty said in response. Rogue hiccuped while trying to hold back a bitter laugh. Great. All poor Kitty wanted was some fun girls’ talk about boys after finding out why Rogue was all moody and embarrassed, and this happened.

I ruin everything, Rogue thought miserably.

….After a long pause, Kitty cleared her throat. “Oh, gee, um, my throat’s all parched because of all the ice-cream, haha…hah…”

Rogue felt her gently nudge her side, and she looked up, ninety-eight percent sure her waterproof makeup was destroyed by her crying.

Kitty gave her an awkward, though genuine smile, “…so, like, wanna come with me so we can get some water?”

“…*sniff*…”

Rogue nodded.

As they both crept out their room and into the dark hallway, taking care for the door to not creak so they didn’t accidentally awaken anyone, the shorter girl gave the goth one’s covered arm a squeeze.

“Whatever you decide to do with how you feel for Scott,” she whispered, blue eyes fiercely gazing at teary grey ones, “just know that I’ll have your back.”

Despite herself, Rogue smiled.

“Thanks, Kitty.” She whispered back. “Ah—”

“Rogue?”

Both girls whirled around.

Scott was there, halfway in his room. It wasn’t clear as to whether he was just entering or leaving from the state of his rumpled clothes, but he was up and awake nevertheless.

He gave a concerned frown at Rogue.

“Are you okay? What are you still doing up, and by yourself?” He whispered from his spot.

Rogue attempted to answer without stammering, then blinked.

By herself?

She turned to look at Kitty: gone.

Just the latter’s toes peeking out from the bottom of their door after phasing right back into their room.

….so much for having her back.

Rogue turned back to Scott, pretending to yawn into her elbow whilst furiously rubbing away the obvious mess her tears and runny nose left on her face as she whispered back, “Couldn’t sleep. You?”

Scott shook his head, closed his door behind him, and quietly joined her in her spot in the hallway. “I was going to get a glass of water.” He said softly, rubbing his neck. “Want to join me?”

After spending who knows how long bawling about him until her eyes were swollen like mini pufferfishes and her throat felt rougher than sandpaper, therefore feeling and looking much worse than when they were tangled in the pile of leaves?

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

Rogue tried to force a casual laugh, “O-oh, thanks, Scott, but Ah—“

A pair of hands right behind her phased through her’s and Kitty’s door and smacked her shoulders meaningfully in the tall boy’s direction without drawing his attention.

“—ah’d love to!” The words fell out before she could stop them.

Scott smile was warm enough to make a Snow Queen’s heart melt into a puddle. “Great! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we’ll be back up before we get into more trouble.” he assured her. As if that was why she was nervous about being alone with him past midnight.

So, Rogue found herself following Scott towards the end of the hallway, taking a moment to throw a withering glare in the direction of her room without him noticing as they turned the corner.

Kitty, just her face phased out their door, merely grinned back.

[revelations-mp3]

Whenever ppl talk abt inner child stuff my first instinct is to roll my eyes abt it. But sometimes im like oh i get it

[skullsfiction]

two people that matched each others freak | max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x teammate!reader

summary: max verstappen and y/n l/n love to match each others freak.

liked by, carlossainz, maxverstappen1, redbullracing and 692,028 others!

yourusername: what an unfortunate series of events. first crash kinda nervous 🥰🥰@/carlossainz kill yourself for what you did to me.

view comments below!

user1: LMAO THE CASUAL SELFIE AFTER THAT BIG ASS CRASH ??

user2: carlos deserves way more then a 5 place penalty after that…

user3: no literally ??? y/n is literally BLEEDING !!

maxverstappen1: yeah @/carlossainz. KILL YOURSELF.

user4: you tell ‘em max 🗣️🗣️

user5: queens first crash and it’s not even her fault 😞😞

user6: queens first crash and she almost DIES

user7: carlos hate club reunite !!!

user8: oh let’s not…

user9: to quote y/n: “accidents happen. i know carlos didn’t get into his car with the intention of hurting me. there’s no hard feelings whatsoever.”

carlossainz: IM SO SORRY Y/N.

yourusername: i only take apologies in cash and gift cards xx.

maxverstappen: i only take apologies in cash.

carlossainz: why would i apologize to you?

maxverstappen1: because you almost killed my bestfriend.

carlossainz: do you accept venmo?

user8: max still calling y/n his bestfriend even tho they’ve been dating for two years now is so ??

user9: they were bestfriends for 6 years before that so..

charles_leclerc: give us a big scare there l/n 😬 happy you’re okay!

yourusername: thank you charles ❤️ but because you are carlos teammate, i feel like i am also owed compensation from you as well.

maxverstappen1: yeah leclerc! pay up!!

charles_leclerc: text me the amount 😞

user10: i love how max just goes along with everything y/n says???

user11: we love a man who matches his gfs freak ❤️❤️

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz, redbullracing, and 720,629 others!

maxverstappen1: thank you to @/charles_leclerc and @/carlossainz for funding our date night 💙

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user12: NO WAY

user13: CARLOS AND CHARLES ACTUALLY SENT THEM THE MONEY ???

user14: this is so cute 🥹

user15: yns so pretty 🙁

maxverstappen1: the prettiest 💙💙

user16: i just looked at my bf and sighed

charles_leclerc: ofc!! cute couple 🥰🥰

user17: charles definitely has a favorite couple

user18: y/n, my favorite nerd

user19: max, my favorite nerd lover

user20: perfect couple

user21: i have a theory that y/n and max are so happy together because they genuinely compliment each other so well

user21: they literally clicked as soon as they met, and they have said that “they feel at home” with each other, they can be their true selves when they’re together

user21: conclusion; i’m lonely and i wish i had a relationship like this

carlossainz: you’re welcome ig. am i forgiven now?

yourusername: we’ll see!

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f1gossip: throwback thursday!!! throwback to when max and y/n broke the internet, by announcing they were both no longer virgins..through cake.

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user22: oh yes the good old days

user23: been matching each others freak since DAY ONE

user24: back when ynstappen was still not OFFICIALLY confirmed

user25: you should throwback to when max refused to resign with red bull until they gave y/n a multi-year contract ☺️☺️

user26: this was a CRAZY day for f1

user27: this connected the dots for all the ynstappen shippers because they basically confirmed they lost their virginity to EACHOTHER!!

user28: did we ever find out who’s idea this was?

user29: a couple months ago it was brought up and max spoke: “i know lots of people think it was yns idea..but it was actually mine. i guess i was just tired to hiding our relationship, so i brought it up, and y/n thought it was hilarious.”

user30: my parents ☝️☝️

user31: from teammates, to friends, to bestfriends, to lovers. living my dream.

user32: them.

user33: if they breakup i will genuinely never believe in love ever again.

user34: them becoming bestfriends was so unexpected, but made so much sense.

user35: if it weren’t for the ice cream shop they never would have happened ☹️

user36: pls explain?

user35: this is when y/n and max had just started the season as teammates, max hadnt performed his best at one of the races, coming in at 6th with y/n behind in 7th

user35: after the race, y/n had unexpectedly asked max to go get ice cream with her at a ice cream shop nearby

user35: max, feeling like he didn’t deserve to celebrate in anyway, declined. but y/n persisted, basically pulling him into that ice cream shop

user35: that’s when max said he truly had the time of his life, he felt happy, even though his race went horrible, he said that he has so much fun with yn and that he has never laughed so hard; the start of ynstappen ☹️

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yourusername: siri, play nasty by tinahe.

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maxverstappen1: listening to it right now!

maxverstappen1: oh wow

maxverstappen1: i like this liefde!! 💙💙

maxverstappen1: come to the room so we can listen together!!

yourusername: coming!! 💙💙

landonorris: you are aware you can text privately right?

user36: THE ICE CREAM SHOP PICTURE

user37: he looks so happy 😭😭😭😭

user38: sobs

user39: y/n healing maxs inner child is something i KNEW i needed.

user40: power couple !!!

danielricciardo: i been a nasty girl, i been a nasty girl

user41: i need someone to love me like max loves y/n

landonorris: whos gonna match my freak 😣

user58: ME I WILL PLS LANDO I WILL

user42: the first picture?? 😭😭

user43: omg the second picture. i’m going to throw up with joy. i love you guys.

user44: ynstappen ships used to PRAY for days like these.

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maxverstappen1: i’ll match her freak!!! i will !!!

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user45: yes max, we know

user46: i just looked at my boyfriend and sighed

user47: the shirt???

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo thank you for the shirt :D i love it 💙

user48: i’m totally ready for max to wear that shirt on race day…

yourusername: the perfect photographer 🥰

maxverstappen1: it’s easy when my muse is perfect ☺️☺️

user49: that SHOULD BE ME.

user50: con🥹gra🥹tula🥹tions

user51: no one will ever understand how much i love this couple

user52: we love a man who matches his gfs energy ❗️❗️❗️

user53: so happy for you guys! haha. ha. ha. so happy.

charles_leclerc: beautiful shirt mate!

user54: the way charles and max still don’t follow each other but this is charles every time max post:

user55: oh! such a cute shirt! haha, ha, i’m so lonely.

user56: max could do better

maxverstappen1: kill yourself you worthless piece of garbage

user57: y’all saying you miss mad max but he makes an appearance every time someone says something negative about y/n 😭

. . .

notes: took a small break to enjoy my summer break start!! but i’m back, request are open !!

[plutoslastwords]

More baby norris please. What about her having an innocent baby crush on one of the drivers (Charles, George,..) and Labdo being an overprotectiv dad.

new favourite

lando norris x daughter!reader, charles leclerc x norris!daughter!reader, (slight) carlos sainz x norris!daughter!reader

summary: baby norris finds a new paddock crush, lando is less than pleased.

warnings: none!

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: sorry i've been mia for the past week.... but i'm back :DD hope you guys enjoy, thank you so so so so so so so much for 200 followers, i am genuinely lost for words, i love you all! pls feel free to send in any requests xx

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Though they wouldn’t say that they are each other’s best friends, the Formula 1 drivers do end up spending quite a lot of time together. 

Whether it be at races, events or even travelling together, no matter how different some sort of bond is created between them all. They are the people who really understand each other, the only ones who know exactly what they’re all going through.

This means that being the daughter of Lando Norris, you also know the other drivers fairly well. 

Lando doesn’t mind this at all, honestly it’s great. It’s an excuse to put some babysitting jobs onto his other drivers, and they can’t say anything about it because just look at your face!

He does mind, however, when a certain Monaquese driver manages to woo his perfect, precious angel. 

It starts at the Monaco Grand Prix. You’re holding your daddy’s hand, toddling through the paddock, occasionally pointing at something that you find especially exciting, whilst Lando talks to a media crew about his thoughts and feelings for the weekend. 

Your big grins grows impossibly bigger when you see your favourite Uncle Carlos! You giggle gleefully, detaching yourself from Lando and sprinting as fast as you can to Carlos’ awaiting arms.

“Chiquita!! I’ve missed you!” He spins you around in the air, whilst you carry on giggling. “Why don’t I take you into Ferrari, hm? You think your daddy would mind?”

You shake your head, you don’t care if your daddy does mind, you just want to spend time with Uncle Carlos.

You had never been in the Ferrari garage before, and you probably stick out like a sore thumb, dressed in a little pink dress with a little papaya Mclaren cap atop your head. Some of the mechanics give you and Carlos some odd looks, but eventually connect the dots in their heads. 

“Carlos, who’s this?” A new, strange voice asks. Carlos turns and so you do too, the strange man reminds you of Carlos a bit, but not really. He has pretty eyes. And pretty hair. You shove your face into Carlos’ shoulder, giggling quietly to yourself about the strange pretty man.

Carlos chuckles at your antics, “This is Lando’s little one,” He introduces you, “Chiquita, are you going to say hi to Charles?” He strokes your hair. 

You shake your head, still giggling. You poke your head up to look at the pretty man again, he’s smiling at you now, his smile is pretty as well. You shove your face back into Carlos’ neck.

“Baby, say hi to Charles, hm?” 

You give a slight, shy wave, barely lifting your head from its sanctuary in Carlos’ neck. The pretty man coos at you. 

“Hello, cherie…” You like his voice as well, he has a nice voice. You giggle. “She’s a bit shy?” He asks Carlos.

“She’s normally quite excited, what’s up with you, hm?” You just shake your head again, embarrassed at showing your face in front of the pretty man. “Is Charles scaring you, chiquita?”

You shake your head, not wanting to admit anything to Carlos. 

Before he can say anything in response, however, someone calls his name saying that he is needed urgently somewhere in the garage.

“Oh god, I should go. Charles, can you bring her back to Lando?”

Charles nods, and accepts you when Carlos passes you to him. You like the feeling of being in pretty man’s arms. You put your head on his shoulder, watching everything going on behind him. 

“Okay, cherie, we’re gonna get you back to your daddy now, does that sound okay?” 

You nod in response, just content with being in his hold, no matter what you’re doing. 

“Can’t believe I haven’t met you before, hm? Gotta get to know you, what’s your favourite colour, cherie?” 

“Pink…” you giggle, excited to be talking about your favourite things with the pretty man.

On the journey from the Ferrari garage to the Mclaren garage the pretty man continues asking you questions in order to get to know you. You become quite fond of him, he has a little dog called Leo who he has said that you can meet. 

By the time you get to the Mclaren garage, you don’t want to let go. But soon, enough Charles spots Lando and begins heading over. 

“Oh hello, my angel! How was Ferrari?” Lando coos, reaching out to take you from Charles, but you refuse, clinging onto him like a little crab.

“Baby.. c’mon, we gotta let Charles get back, okay? Come to daddy, my love…” You shake your head, still refusing. You want to stay with the nice, pretty man. 

“It’s okay, cherie, I will see you again soon, okay? I promise.” Charles hands you over to your dad, which you begrudgingly accept, blushing at his words.

Lando notices this, sending Charles an odd look. He gives him a short goodbye, before taking you to his driver’s room, where you are going to stay whilst he goes out for a practise session.

“You liked Charles then…?”

You just giggle, embarrassed again that people have noticed your slight infatuation with the pretty man.

“Baby… Charles is a boy, boys are stinky!!”

“Charles smells nice, daddy!” 

He sighs at that. He knows that there’s no winning with this, and he hates it. No matter how silly it may be, his tiny, perfect, angel daughter has a crush and he’s not happy. 

“No, darling, Charles is a boy, boys aren’t nice, okay?”

You frown at that, Charles was very nice to you…

The conversation ends there, Lando placing you in his driver’s room, with a member of the team to look after you, giving you a sweet kiss on the top of the head before he goes out to practise.

***

The next time that you get to see Charles is at Silverstone. You’re walking through the paddock with your Grandma and Grandpa when you see him.

You screech and toddle over to him. He gives you a similar grin, scooping you up into his arms.

“Salut, cherie! It has been so long!” He hugs you close, taking you into the Ferrari hospitality with him.

When his parents tell him that you have gone off with Charles, Lando is not happy. He marches to the Ferrari hospitality.

“Baby, it’s time to go now, okay?” He says, leaving no room for arguments as he grabs you from Charles’ arms.

You kick up a bit of a fuss, whining in protest and flailing your limbs about, but your dad’s mind is made up and you’re not strong enough to go against it. 

“Angel, I thought I told you that Charles was a meanie boy, hm?” He berates, with no real malice, as he walks you back to Mclaren.

“But Charlie is nice, daddy!”

“No, baby, all boys are mean and you will never ever ever like them, okay? You promise daddy? Daddy will look after you, forever and ever”

“I promise…” as much as you love Charles, in the end there is no one that you love quite as much as your daddy..

“Good girl, daddy loves you more than anything.”

~~~

a/n: tysm for reading!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! send in any requests or if you just want a chat xx

[hereforuconnwbb]

The Study of Us - CHAPTER 4

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 7.2k

warning: language

HEY GUYSSSYSUYSY !!! im so so so sorry this took a while to come out 😭 i literally got bombarded with stuff and then ended up redoing the chapter because i wasnt really feeling how it turned out. i still dont love it tbh but i just wanted to finally post smth 😓 i didnt go over it properly so hopefully its alright as is. enjoyyyy !!! 🫶🏽

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The gym buzzed with sharp squeaks of sneakers and echoing calls as the team ran through another scrimmage. It was lighter than usual, but focused, clean execution, talking on defense, full-court pressure sets. Geno paced the sideline, watching everything, arms folded as he was storing notes in his head.

“Cut early! Be ready!” he barked as they transitioned into another offensive set.

By now, sweat slicked every practice jersey. Paige adjusted the waistband of her shorts as she jogged back into position, chest rising and falling steadily. Her passes had been crisp, shots falling just enough to keep Geno quiet which she’d take as a win today. No one was dragging. Everyone had tomorrow’s game in their heads. 

At the end of the scrimmage, Geno called for water and gave them 5.

Paige walked over to the sideline and grabbed a towel, dabbing her face and neck as she sank onto the bench beside Caroline. Aubrey followed right after, crouching next to Paige with a heavy breath and an exaggerated sigh.

“Ok,” Aubrey muttered, “he’s definitely trying to keep us sharp without blowing out our legs. That man knows what he’s doing, but damn.”

Caroline tilted her head. “At least he didn’t make us do suicides. You know he saves that for when he’s really pissed.”

“True,” Paige agreed, reaching for her bottle. “Could’ve been worse.”

They fell into an easy silence, sipping water, watching teammates move around and stretch.

After a moment, Caroline glanced sideways at Paige. “You still going tonight?”

Paige blinked at her. “Yeah.”

Aubrey squinted between them. “Wait… whats tonight?”

Caroline looked at her, amused. “Oh. You didn’t tell her?”

Paige exhaled quietly and stared straight ahead. “Guess not.”

“Tell me what?” Aubrey asked, raising a brow.

“Paige has a tutor session with Azzi tonight,” Caroline said casually, like she was commenting on the weather. “Round two.”

Aubrey’s head tilted like she was connecting dots. “Ohhh. At her dorm this time?”

Caroline smirked but didn’t push it.

“Yeah,” Paige mumbled, twisting the cap back on her bottle. “Just studying.”

Aubrey tried not to grin. “How come you didn’t say anything?”

Paige gave her a look. “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Caroline leaned her elbows on her knees, eyes flicking to Paige with a bit of mischief now. “You should invite her to the game tomorrow.”

Paige blinked. “What?”

“I’m serious,” Caroline said, sitting up straight. “I’ve been telling her to come forever. She always says she’s busy doing equations or, like, reading three books at once.”

Aubrey laughed. “Classic. But maybe she’ll say yes to you.”

Paige gave her a blank look. “It’s not like that.”

“Isn’t it though?” Caroline asked, nudging her knee.

Paige looked away and ran a hand over her hair. “It’s tutoring.”

“Exactly,” Caroline said, drawing out the word. “You’re getting help. Maybe tomorrow, she watches you drop 20+ on and realizes she’s tutoring the goat.”

Aubrey leaned back, grinning. “Yea, give her the full Bueckers experience.”

Paige stared at the court. “You guys are annoying.”

Caroline smiled. “You still should invite her.”

The buzzer went off, signaling the break was over. Paige stood up without saying anything, and they made their way back to the court.

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Practice wrapped with a final team huddle, Geno giving a last bit of instruction about recovery, hydration, and focus for tomorrow.

“Lock in,” he said as they broke the huddle. “Mentally. That’s the difference.”

Players grabbed their gear, stretching or heading to the locker room. Paige lingered behind, tossing her towel into the bin and unscrewing her water again. Caroline and Aubrey flanked her, chatting about what time they’d get to the gym tomorrow.

Then Paige turned toward Caroline, kind of casual. “Hey carol, what takeaway does Azzi like?”

Caroline’s eyes widened slightly, like she saw right through her. “Why?”

Paige shrugged, too quickly. “Was thinking of grabbing her something before the session.”

A beat passed.

“You were thinking of grabbing her something,” Caroline repeated, her voice warm with teasing.

Aubrey choked on a laugh. “Oh, now she’s bringing gifts?”

“Shut up,” Paige muttered, but she was definitely fighting a smile.

Caroline laughed. “She likes pizza. Cheese. The plain kind. And some hot chips.”

“Got it,” Paige said, already typing it into her phone like it was mission.

Aubrey nudged her. “You’re such a lil cutie when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“You kinda are,” Caroline said lightly. “But it’s okay. You’re being thoughtful.”

Paige sighed. “I just wanna be nice. She’s helping me out.”

“Mhm,” Caroline said, slinging her bag over her shoulder. “Let us know how it goes.”

“I’m not giving you a play-by-play.”

“That’s okay,” Aubrey said as they headed to the locker room, “we’ll just read it on your face.”

Paige rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else. She was already thinking about the pizza place and how she was definitely gonna overthink what kind of chips to get.

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The walk back to the dorms was quieter than usual, that post-practice calm settling over everything. Paige and Aubrey moved in sync, both still a little sweaty, water bottles in hand, gear bags slung over shoulders. The late afternoon sun warmed the pavement, the kind of soft golden light that made everything feel slower, even though Paige’s brain was still spinning a little from scrimmage.

“Not bad today,” Aubrey said, pushing the door open for both of them as they entered the dorm building.

“Yeah,” Paige nodded, adjusting her bag. “Scrimmage had me tired, though.”

“That back cut you had was nasty,” Aubrey grinned. “Geno’s face ? Priceless.”

Paige laughed, barely. “Geno only smiles when we’re up 20. And even then, maybe.”

They stepped into the elevator, the hum and slight shake of it familiar by now. Paige leaned her head against the wall for a second, exhaling slowly.

“Wanna come over after your session?” Aubrey asked. “We can chill. Might make popcorn or something. I know we got the game tomorrow but yea still.”

“Maybe,” Paige said, rubbing at her eyes. “If I’m not dead.”

Aubrey smirked. “You getting nervous for tonight yet?”

“Shut up,” Paige mumbled.

Aubrey laughed. “I’m just asking.”

They stepped out and headed toward their room. Once inside, Paige dropped her bag immediately by the door and headed toward her side of the room, kicking off her shoes.

“I need a shower before I do anything,” she muttered.

“Don’t take 45 minutes this time,” Aubrey said, flopping down on her bed. “Last week I thought you drowned.”

Paige flipped her off over her shoulder as she grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom.

Hot water always helped her decompress. The shower was steamy, and Paige just stood under the spray for a minute, letting it hit the back of her neck. She wasn’t sore, exactly, but the weight of everything—classes, practice, tomorrow’s game had settled into her shoulders. And then there was tonight.

She wasn’t going to overthink it.

It was just a tutoring session.

Still, she found herself replaying Caroline’s voice in her head: She likes pizza. Cheese. The plain kind. And hot chips.

Simple. Easy.

Paige finished up, wrapped herself in a towel, and padded back to her side of the dorm. Aubrey was still scrolling on her phone, earbuds in. Paige grabbed her phone and pulled up her food app.

She placed the order: 2 plain cheese pizzas, 2 large hot chips and pickup for 6:30 PM

She double-checked the dorm address. It wasn’t far. She’d grab the food and head straight there. Shouldn’t take more than 10 minutes to walk it.

Order confirmed. Done. 

She set her phone down and stretched out on her bed, pulling her blanket over her. It was now 4:20 pm. She still had time. Her eyes were heavy, the kind of heavy that came after practice and a hot shower, and she knew she wouldn’t make it through the next few hours without crashing a bit.

She set an alarm for 6 pm, then put her phone facedown and turned to her side, pulling the blanket up to her chin. Her eyes were already drifting.

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The sharp trill of her alarm dragged Paige out of sleep.

She blinked once, then twice, disoriented for a second as her eyes adjusted to the soft lighting in the room. It was still quiet. Aubrey had dipped out sometime while she was napping, and now it was just her, the muffled hum of the hallway outside, and the glow of her phone on the nightstand.

She reached out and silenced the alarm before it could go to its 2nd round.

Okay, she thought, stretching. 30 minutes. Time to move.

Still heavy with sleep, Paige swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a second, rubbing her face. The nap had helped, she didn’t feel as stiff, her brain didn’t feel like a tangled mess anymore, but there was still that edge of nerves curling in her chest.

It wasn’t a date. It wasn’t anything like that.

But she still didn’t want to look like she just rolled out of bed.

She moved slowly at first, pulling open her drawer and grabbing what she already knew she was gonna wear, her black Nike tech fleece set. It was her go-to. Comfortable, casual, still clean. She tossed it onto the bed and tugged off the oversized UConn tee she’d thrown on earlier. Underneath, she slipped into a plain white tank top and then pulled on the set's black tech fleece pants, the jacket following right after. She zipped it halfway with a glance at the mirror.

She reached for her white Crocs next, easy to walk in, chill enough for a quick food run and casual hang/session. She slid them on, then crossed to her desk.

There, she grabbed her hairbrush, a small styling gel, and a tie, working her hair into a clean, slicked-back bun. It took a few tries to get it how she wanted—no bumps, no loose strands. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, well maybe, but she still wanted to look put together.

Once it was in place, she grabbed her glasses from her nightstand and slipped them on. 

She glanced at the clock which was 6:15, mentally running through the plan again. Pick up at 6:30. Less than a 10 minute walk to Azzi’s dorm. She had time.

Paige slung her black backpack onto her bed and started packing it.

She threw in a notebook with some half-assed scribbles, a folder with printed notes from class, a few pens, because she never knew which would actually work, her laptop,  her water bottle, her phone charger and a packet of gum.

She gave it a once-over, zipped it shut, then grabbed her phone and keys off the desk. Her phone buzzed once with the pickup reminder, and she slid it into her jacket pocket.

A quick look in the mirror confirmed she looked fine, comfortable, clean, the kind of cool casual that didn’t scream she was overthinking anything.

Even if she was.

“Alright,” she mumbled to herself, “let’s go.”

She stepped out into the hallway and started walking, air cool but not freezing. The sky was fading into a muted gray-blue, campus lights flickering on as she crossed through the pathways toward the street.

The pizza spot was a few blocks off campus small, nothing flashy, just the kind of spot you could count on. She liked it already for that.

As she walked, the food smell started hitting her early, garlic, crispy dough, something a little greasy in the best way. She picked up her pace a little.

Please be ready, she thought, already picturing the boxes in her hand, the chips warm and wrapped up on the side.

Everything about tonight was chill on paper.

As Paige pushed open the glass door of the pizza shop, the smell hit her instantly. Her stomach did a tiny flip, and not just from hunger.

A guy behind the counter glanced up and immediately nodded as he knew exactly who she was. “Pickup for Paige?” he asked, already turning towards the warmer behind him.

“Yeah,” she said, offering a polite smile.

He slid open the display window and grabbed two stacked pizza boxes, then added two paper bags next to them. “Two cheese, two large hot chips, all here,” he confirmed, setting everything carefully into a large handled takeout bag.

“Appreciate it,” Paige replied, taking the bag with both hands. The heat radiated through the paper, and she instinctively adjusted her grip so it didn’t burn her fingers. 

She turned to leave, ready to head straight out but she barely made it to the door before a girl near the window turned around with a quiet gasp.

“Oh my God,” she said softly, nudging her friend. “That’s Paige Bueckers.”

Paige paused, hearing her name but trying not to make it a big thing. Still, when she glanced over and caught their wide-eyed stares, she offered a little smile.

“Hey,” she said casually.

“Can we get a picture?” one of them asked, already halfway pulling out her phone.

“Yeah, for sure,” Paige said, shifting the bag into one arm. She stepped toward them, letting the girl next to her snap a few quick shots. Another person behind them recognized her too, and before she knew it, she had two more people politely waiting their turn.

She didn’t mind though—not even a little.

The interactions were quick and sweet. No one got loud, no one acted weird. Just a couple of fans who were clearly excited, and Paige made sure to thank each of them before she left.

One of the girls even said, “You’re so nice,” like it surprised her.

Paige just laughed. “Thanks. Have a good night, alright?”

With that, she finally slipped out the door, bag still warm in her grip and cheeks a little pink from the attention. She ducked her head slightly under her hood and started walking fast, half to stay low-key, half because she was suddenly very aware of the food cooling by the second.

It was a short walk to Azzi’s dorm. Maybe 8 minutes, but she was already halfway there before she checked the time again. She hadn’t wanted to be early, but she figured showing up with hot food was better than being exactly on the dot with cold chips.

The bag bounced gently against her leg with each step, and the air had gotten a little cooler now. Streetlights buzzed on as she crossed through campus, phone tucked safely in her jacket pocket.

She didn’t know why she cared so much. Or maybe she did. But she wasn’t about to say it out loud.

Azzi didn’t even like her like that. They weren’t close. It was tutoring.

Just tutoring.

Still, Paige found herself slowing a little as she reached the front of Azzi’s dorm building, heart ticking a little faster than it had during the walk. She looked down at the food bag and adjusted the grip one more time, taking a quiet breath and quickly glancing at the time on her phone which displayed 6:42 pm.

“Alright,” she muttered to herself. “Let’s go.”

Paige stood in front of the door for a second longer than necessary, shifting the warm takeout bag in her arms. She was technically early, but not obnoxiously so. Still, she hesitated before finally knocking—3 soft taps.

She heard some shuffling inside, then the door creaked open.

Azzi blinked at her, eyes slightly wide, like she hadn’t expected her so soon. “Oh hey,” she said, her voice still warm but surprised. She glanced at the clock behind her. “You’re early.”

Paige rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand, a little sheepish. “Yeah… food was ready, so I figured I’d head over before it got cold.”

Azzi looked down at the big bag in her hands. Her brows lifted slightly. “Is that…?”

“Cheese pizzas and hot chips,” Paige said, holding it up like proof. “I asked Caroline. She said you like this kinda thing.”

Azzi blinked again, then smiled—genuine, a little amused. “You got this for me?”

“I mean, I’m eating too,” Paige added quickly, cheeks warming. “Unless you wanna kick me out after you take the food.”

Azzi laughed softly. “Nah, come in.”

Paige stepped inside, glancing around. The dorm was neat, with soft lighting, a couple of textbooks stacked on the desk, and a blanket folded at the edge of Azzi’s bed. It was cozy in a lived-in, peaceful kind of way. She liked it instantly.

Azzi closed the door behind her, then gestured to the little round table in the corner near the window. “We can eat first. Study after?”

“Perfect,” Paige said, grateful for the suggestion. Her stomach had already started growling in protest.

They sat across from each other at the table as Paige unpacked the food. The scent of melted cheese and salty fries filled the room instantly.

Azzi grabbed some paper towels from the counter and handed one to Paige. “You’re way too prepared for someone who said she needed help.”

Paige grinned a little. “I’m full of surprises.”

It was quiet for a few beats as they both took their first bites. The pizza was good, soft crust, still warm, and the chips had just the right amount of crunch.

“This is actually perfect,” Azzi said, after a minute. “Better than what I was gonna make.”

“You were gonna cook?” Paige asked, raising a brow.

Azzi shrugged. “Probably cereal.”

Paige laughed, relaxed by the normalcy of it. “Strong dinner choice.”

They kept eating, slowly, bites in between short bursts of conversation—mostly surface-level at first. Classes. Campus. The fact that their building’s elevators were always breaking down. Nothing heavy.

But then, the pauses got smaller. The silences less awkward.

And somewhere in the middle of their second slices, Azzi tilted her head slightly. “So… you’re, like, super famous here. What’s that like?”

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a soft smile tugging at her lips. “I wouldn’t say super famous.”

Azzi just gave her a look.

“Okay,” Paige admitted, wiping her fingers on a napkin. “It’s weird sometimes. Like, I’ll be in line for coffee, and someone’s asking me how my knee feels. I don’t even know them but it’s sweet.”

“That’s so bizarre,” Azzi said, eyes a little wider. “But I guess it comes with the territory.”

Paige nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean, I’m used to it now, but I still don’t love being the center of attention.”

Azzi looked thoughtful for a moment. “You don’t seem like the type who wants it.”

Paige glanced up at her, surprised. “What do I seem like?”

Azzi leaned back slightly in her chair, chewing thoughtfully. “I dunno. To me, quiet. Kinda reserved. Until you warm up.”

Paige blinked. “…You’re not wrong.”

Azzi grinned. “Didn’t think I was.”

Paige bit back a smile. “Okay, then. What about you? You’re not exactly loud either.”

Azzi raised her brows. “That a bad thing?”

“No,” Paige said quickly. “Not at all. Just… you’re hard to read.”

Azzi shrugged lightly. “People say that a lot. I just… I don’t really open up fast.”

Paige nodded slowly, watching her. “I get that.”

Another quiet moment passed between them, comfortable now.

Paige leaned back in her chair a little, finishing off the last of her chips. “Okay—random question,” she said. “What’s, like… your favorite thing to do when you’re not tutoring someone or doing math for fun?”

Azzi laughed softly at that. “For fun?”

Paige smiled. “Yeah. Don’t say ‘equations.’ I’ll walk out.”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t do math for fun.”

“Caroline says otherwise.”

Azzi shook her head, grinning. “She exaggerates. But… I guess I like being outside. Long walks. Reading. Cooking sometimes.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Cooking? Didn’t you just say you were gonna eat cereal?”

“That was before the pizza showed up,” Azzi countered, sipping water from the bottle next to her. “What about you?”

Paige thought for a second. “Honestly? I like music. Being around my people. Playing ball clears my head. But when I’m off… I kinda just like being still. Watching shows. Reading. Laying low.”

“Same,” Azzi murmured. “I like quiet.”

“You’re in the right major then,” Paige joked, then added, more softly, “I like quiet too.”

Their eyes met for a second, and something passed between them—nothing big, just a flicker. A little more understanding.

The kind of thing that doesn’t need to be said out loud.

Azzi looked away first, clearing her throat lightly. “You ready to start soon? Or still digesting?”

Paige laughed. “Give me, like… 5 minutes.”

“Deal.”

They both sat back in their chairs, food wrappers scattered across the table, warm and full and just a little more at ease.

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Azzi was in the middle of wiping down the table with a napkin when Paige leaned back in her chair with an exaggerated sigh, arms crossed over her chest like she’d just eaten a five-course meal.

“Okay,” Paige mumbled, dramatic and full. “5 minutes was a bold lie. I need, like… 20.”

Azzi laughed, tossing the napkin into the empty pizza box. “Knew it.”

“You set me up,” Paige said, pointing at her like she was accusing her of a crime. “I was vulnerable. You smiled all innocently, like, ‘Let’s eat first,’ knowing damn well I was gonna finish half a pizza and chips like a gremlin.”

Azzi raised her eyebrows, clearly trying not to smile. “First of all, you didn’t eat half. You ate like… a responsible two-thirds. And second, I did say eat first. I didn’t say eat like you just ran a marathon.”

“Same thing,” Paige mumbled, arms now folded dramatically across her stomach.

Azzi shook her head, still grinning. “You’re way more dramatic than I thought.”

Paige gave her a smug look. “You’re just now realizing that?”

“Yeah,” Azzi admitted, playful now. “I thought you were quiet. A little shy.”

Paige shrugged, a sly smile creeping in. “Only around people I like.”

Azzi stilled for a second, just the faintest pause, and Paige caught it, eyes flickering away immediately. Shit. Did that sound too flirty?

But Azzi didn’t call her out for it. She just gave a small smile and said softly, “Guess I’m lucky, then.”

There was a pause, quiet but warm, lingering between them. Paige chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying not to let the heat rise to her face too obviously.

“So…” she started, needing to change the topic before she combusted. “You ever think about playing again?”

Azzi blinked. “Basketball?”

“Yeah.” Paige tilted her head, genuinely curious.

“I mean, I was good,” Azzi said confidently, then added with a smirk, “Still am.”

Paige raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

Azzi leaned forward a little, elbows resting on the edge of the table. “I’d smoke you in a one-on-one.”

Paige snorted. “Okay, relax.”

Azzi laughed, clearly enjoying herself now. “What? You think just because you’re a star player I’d be scared?”

“You should be,” Paige grinned. “I’m dangerous.”

Azzi gave her a skeptical look. “You talk a big game for someone who can barely stand up after a few slices of pizza.”

Paige held a hand to her heart, offended. “That’s a low blow.”

Azzi laughed again free, real and Paige felt her chest warm at the sound. It was still a little surreal how much more comfortable things felt now. Like they were finally past that weird almost-stranger phase and actually leaning into something more natural. Not quite friends. Not quite anything else. Just… something better.

“I’m serious though,” Paige said after a beat, her tone softer now. “You should come to the game tomorrow.”

Azzi blinked. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” Paige nodded. “We play at 5pm. It’s at Gampel. I can leave your name at the gate, you won’t even have to wait in line.”

Azzi looked thoughtful for a moment. “You want me there?”

Paige hesitated for a second, then smiled, small and a little shy. “Yeah. I think it’d be cool if you came.”

Azzi didn’t answer right away, just looked at her—really looked at her like she was trying to read between the lines. And for a second, Paige wondered if she’d said too much again and if she shouldn't have listened to Caroline and Aubreys suggestion of bringing it up to her. She wasn’t used to wanting people to show up for her. Not like this.

But then Azzi nodded. “Okay. I’ll come.”

Paige felt a dumb little rush in her chest, and she had to glance away to hide it. “Cool. No pressure, though.”

Azzi smiled, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. “You’re bad at pretending you don’t care.”

“I don’t care,” Paige argued, her voice going higher.

Azzi just looked amused. “Right.”

Paige threw a napkin at her.

They both laughed again, and it settled the air between them like a blanket. Easy. Playful. Comfortable in a way that felt new, but good.

Paige leaned forward a little, resting her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. “So, if you’re not playing ball anymore, what do you do to stay competitive? Do you go full beast mode in uno or something?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “First of all, I’m very competitive in uno. Second, yes.”

Paige chuckled. “That explains so much.”

“Like what?”

“You give ‘I throw down +4s with zero remorse’ energy.”

Azzi grinned, biting back a laugh. “I do. No shame.”

“Evil,” Paige said. “Absolutely evil.”

Azzi lifted a shoulder. “Only when it counts.”

There was a pause again, but it wasn’t awkward this time. It was just… calm.

Paige looked over at her, studying the soft curve of her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she was being playful, and the hint of something behind it that felt more private. Like there were layers Paige was just starting to peel back.

Azzi leaned back in her chair, still grinning, and then tilted her head slightly like she was debating something. Paige caught the look and raised a brow.

“What?”

Azzi stood up. “I’m grabbing the uno cards.”

Paige blinked. “Wait, what?”

“You wanted competition,” Azzi said, already walking toward her desk. “You got it.”

“No, no—hold on.” Paige stood up too, hands raised like she was surrendering. “I didn’t ask for this. I was just talking shit.”

Azzi turned around slowly, a box of uno cards in her hand, her face dead serious. “You talked shit, and now you play.”

Paige stared at her. “…This feels like a trap.”

Azzi cracked a smile. “Only if you’re scared.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Paige muttered, flopping onto the floor and crossing her legs. “Let’s go then. I’m about to humble you.”

Azzi sat across from her with way too much confidence. “You’re gonna cry.”

Paige scoffed. “It’s a card game.”

Azzi didn’t even blink. “It’s uno.”

They dealt the cards in a tense silence. Azzi’s brow furrowed in laser focus, Paige narrowing her eyes like she was reading the energy in the room. The first few turns were tame. A few reds, a couple yellows. Paige started to relax, thinking maybe this would be chill.

Then Azzi threw down a Draw 4.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Paige hissed.

Azzi smiled sweetly. “I did warn you.”

“You had, like, seven other cards you could’ve played. You chose violence.”

“I chose victory,” Azzi said, smug as hell.

Paige grumbled and drew her cards, now fanning them out like an angry gremlin. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

Azzi laid down a skip card. “Ohhhh nooo, what a tragedy.”

Paige just stared at her in disbelief. “You are a psychopath.”

Azzi smiled. “You started this.”

Another few turns went by. Paige finally got back into the game, slapping down cards with flair. “Reverse,” she said, flicking the card onto the pile. “And reverse again. We’re going my way now, bitch.”

Azzi burst out laughing. “Okay, damn. That was aggressive.”

Paige held up a red seven like it was a championship trophy. “That’s right. I’m in my era.”

“I’m about to end that era.” Azzi calmly dropped a +2 on her.

Paige stared at the card like it personally betrayed her. “You whore.”

Azzi was wheezing now, covering her mouth.

“No, seriously,” Paige said, drawing her cards. “You told me I was dramatic but you’re sitting over there playing like this is the Olympics.”

Azzi wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. “It is the Olympics.”

Paige stared at her, then grinned despite herself. “You’re a menace. I can’t believe I was nervous around you.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You were nervous?”

Paige immediately looked away, ears turning pink. “Nope. Didn’t say that.”

“You literally just did.”

“That wasn’t me.”

Azzi laughed again, shaking her head. “You’re so full of shit.”

They kept playing, tossing insults and cards in equal measure. Paige leaned into the humor now, forgetting all about trying to keep it cool. She was in her element—witty, sarcastic, effortlessly hilarious.

At one point, Paige slapped down a reverse and locked eyes with Azzi. “I’m about to uno your ass back to the stone age.”

Azzi didn’t flinch. “I hope your next card is a Draw 4. And I hope it’s illegal.”

Paige gasped. “You wish card fraud on me?!”

“I wish you pain.”

They both cracked up again, the kind of laughter that made your stomach hurt and your eyes water. The game stretched on longer than it should’ve because of the constant shit talk and unnecessary drama but neither of them seemed to mind.

At one point, they were both just sitting there surrounded by a chaotic circle of cards, drinks half-finished, and Azzi was smiling in a way that was softer than before. Paige caught it, just for a second, and her heart did a stupid little jump.

She couldn’t tell if Azzi knew it, what kind of effect she had when she looked at her like that but she didn’t ask. 

“No more reverses,” Paige muttered.

“Don’t tempt me,” Azzi said, already reaching for her next card.

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Cards were scattered everywhere now. Paige had ended the last round with a smug grin, having snuck her last card down while Azzi was mid-rant about how “stacking draw-2 should be illegal in civilized society.”

Azzi was shaking her head, arms crossed, muttering something about cheating under her breath, while Paige leaned back on her hands and stretched like she just won a medal.

“You’re not gonna let that go, huh?” Paige asked, watching her with an amused tilt to her head.

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “No, because you’re sketchy.”

“Sketchy? That’s bold coming from someone who pulled three skips in a row like it was personal.”

Azzi shrugged. “That wasn’t personal. That was strategy.”

“Mhm.” Paige checked her phone lazily, still grinning until her eyes flicked to the time. “Shit, it’s already 7:30.”

Azzi glanced over at the clock on her desk. “No way.”

Paige held the phone up. “Time flies when you’re being psychologically terrorized by uno.”

Azzi snorted. “Cry about it.”

Paige rolled her eyes, then sat up straighter, brushing some crumbs off her sweats. “Alright, alright. We should start our sesh now.”

Azzi let out a soft sigh like she didn’t want to agree, but she nodded anyway and began scooping cards back into the box. “Yeah, okay.”

Paige stood and stretched again, arms above her head, the bottom of her white tank peeking out from under her jacket. “Damn, I almost forgot I came here to actually learn something.”

Azzi shot her a look. “Shocking, I know.”

“Watch it,” Paige said, grinning.

Azzi set the uno box on the desk, then turned back to her with that casual, slightly crooked smile Paige was starting to get dangerously fond of. “Since I’m coming to your game tomorrow…” she started casually, and Paige blinked.

“You are?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “You asked me, like, 4 times tonight. 3 times while playing uno.”

Paige blinked again, her lips twitching into a sheepish smile. “Okay, yeah. Just making sure you weren’t joking.”

“I wasn’t,” Azzi said, walking back toward her chair. “But now there’s a catch.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Oh no.”

“If I show up to that game,” Azzi said, plopping back into her seat, “and you don’t put on some kind of masterclass performance? I’m never tutoring you again.”

Paige’s mouth fell open. “That’s so unfair. What if I have an off day ?!”

Azzi shrugged, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then I guess it’s been nice knowing you.”

“Damn.” Paige laughed as she sat back down across from her. “I didn’t know you were this ruthless.”

“You knew the moment I drew that first +4.”

Paige sighed dramatically. “Ok, ok. But what if I do put on a show?”

Azzi tilted her head. “Then… maybe I’ll consider hanging out after the game.”

That shut Paige up.

Not in a bad way, she didn’t freeze or panic or choke on air this time—but her eyes widened a bit, and that grin of hers softened, mellowed. She scratched the back of her neck and tried to play it cool.

“Oh,” she said, voice quieter, “like… hang out-hang out?”

Azzi smiled again, a little softer now too. “Yeah. I mean—you’ll probably be all sweaty and gross, but I can deal with it.”

Paige chuckled. “Wow. So generous of you. But bet.”

“I try.”

Paige picked up her notebook and opened it to the half-done page from their last session, while Azzi leaned forward to grab a pen, that teasing glint still in her eyes.

“You ready to suffer?” Azzi asked.

Paige grinned. “Not really.”

“Well, too bad.”

And just like that, the teasing faded into focused conversation—notes, examples, gentle corrections and questions. But underneath it, there was a new current, something warmer, lighter.

Paige wasn’t sure what tomorrow’s game would look like. But suddenly, she had a damn good reason to play like her life depended on it.

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The clock had been ticking in the background as the evening stretched on. The words and numbers on the page were starting to make more sense, the formulas not feeling as confusing as they had when they first started. Paige had actually gotten into a rhythm, though it was still a little awkward to not be in full-on basketball mode. She found herself leaning a bit closer to the desk, her pen hovering as she tried to process another point Azzi was explaining.

Azzi sat across from her, chin resting in her hand, her expression one of patient amusement as Paige scribbled down some notes. Her usual no-nonsense aura was softened a little now, more relaxed, like the teasing had melted into something… easier.

“So,” Paige said, looking at the problem one more time, then glancing up at Azzi, “I think I got it.” She met Azzi’s eyes with a shy, almost apologetic smile. “I might actually pass this class now. Can’t believe it.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with a playful smirk. “Don’t get too cocky now. You still have a lot of work to do.”

Paige snorted softly. “Hey, I’m just saying. If I pass, you get all the credit.” She shifted, reaching to close her notebook. “You’re a damn good tutor.”

Azzi chuckled, glancing over at the clock. “It’s not me. It’s all you actually paying attention.” She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she stood up. “I’m gonna hold you to that masterclass tomorrow, though. Don’t forget what I said.”

Paige stood as well, turning toward the door. She walked over with a few casual steps, and before she could stop herself, she threw her arm around Azzi’s shoulders. The movement was natural, like they’d done it before, even though they hadn’t. It wasn’t as stiff, and there was a kind of ease between them that hadn’t existed at the start of the session.

Azzi froze for a second, surprised at the gesture, but then relaxed, her body a little less tense. “You really need to put on a good show tomorrow, Paige,” she teased, looking over at her with that slightly playful, warm glint in her eyes.

Paige’s cheeks flushed a little, but she didn’t pull away. “I’ll make sure to impress you.” Her voice was a little more serious now, but there was still that hint of her usual humor under it.

They stood like that for a moment, neither of them wanting to break the quiet. Then, before Paige could second-guess herself, she gave Azzi’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, a silent thank you for the evening. She felt Azzi’s eyes on her, like there was something different about this moment.

Finally, Paige pulled her arm back, but before she could step away completely, Azzi did something unexpected. She reached out, wrapping her arms around Paige in a quick hug, a little awkward but sweet, like it had just felt right.

Paige blinked in surprise for a split second, then relaxed into the hug, her own arms wrapping around Azzi. It wasn’t one of those long, lingering hugs, they weren’t there yet, but it was enough.

“See you tomorrow,” Azzi said softly as they pulled apart. She gave Paige that knowing, slightly teasing smile. “Don’t forget what I said—play like it’s your last game.”

Paige’s heart skipped a beat at the words, the gentle challenge in them hitting her harder than she’d expected. “I won’t,” she replied, her voice steady despite the little thrum of excitement she felt in her chest.

She gave Azzi one last look, a little unsure but also feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “Thanks again,” she added quietly. “For the tutoring, I mean.”

Azzi just waved it off, turning back to her desk. “Don’t sweat it. You actually did all the work tonight.”

Paige gave her a soft smile, then stepped out of the door, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation building in her chest as she made her way back down the hallway.

She was looking forward to tomorrow more than she realized. Not just for the game, but because she’d gotten to see a different side of Azzi. A side that wasn’t closed off or completely guarded. And she definitely didn’t mind that.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Paige couldn’t help the flutter of excitement in her chest. Maybe things between them were starting to shift, even just a little bit.

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The dorm was quiet when Paige got back, quiet in that suspicious kind of way. She opened the door slowly, carefully holding the half empty pizza box and stepped inside.

Aubrey was waiting.

Like a pred.

She was sprawled on the couch, hoodie up, one leg over the armrest like she’d been there for hours, her phone in one hand, a knowing smirk stretched across her face. The second Paige closed the door behind her, Aubrey didn’t even look up. She just said, “It’s 9:03.”

Paige froze mid-step.

Aubrey finally looked over. “Wasn’t tutoring supposed to end at 8?”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Why are you timing me like a parole officer?”

“I’m not timing you,” Aubrey said, dropping her phone onto her stomach. “I just noticed you left at like what? 6 something? And now it’s—” she fake checked her wrist, “9:03. That’s three hours. Of studying?”

Paige slid her crocs off, rolling her eyes as she made a beeline for the kitchen. “We played Uno.”

“Played Uno,” Aubrey repeated slowly, sitting up. “Uno. You brought pizza. You played Uno. Is this a study session or a date?”

Paige didn’t dignify that with a response. She opened the fridge, tossed the half-empty pizza box inside and shut the door with a sigh.

“So?” Aubrey said, now fully sitting up and clearly not letting this go. “What happened? Tell me everything. I need the tea. Was there flirting? Was there knee-touching? Did y’all at least sit on the same side of the table or were you giving business meeting energy?”

Paige groaned and flopped face-first onto the armchair. “We sat across from each other like normal human beings, bro.”

Aubrey gasped. “No proximity tension? Wow. Devastating.”

Paige pulled her head up slightly. “I literally cannot stand you.”

Aubrey just grinned. “You love me. Now tell me what happened. Like for real.”

Paige hesitated, her lips twitching into a smile despite herself. “It was… good. Like, actually good. We ate first ‘cause I got there early. She was surprised but not mad, and we talked for a while.”

Aubrey raised her brows. “Talked? Like actual convos?”

“Yeah,” Paige said, rubbing her hand over her bun. “Got to know her more. She’s kinda funny. Not like me-funny, obviously—”

Aubrey snorted. “Obviously.”

“But like… chill funny. And she got uno cards out and smoked me like, a few times, but i got her sometimes..”

Aubrey wheezed. “She beat you at uno? I’m never letting you live that down. Paige ‘competitive to the death’ Bueckers, taken down by colored numbers and a skip card.”

Paige laughed, tossing a pillow at her. “Bro, I swear she stacked like four draw twos on me and just sat there smiling like she didn’t commit a war crime.”

Aubrey caught the pillow, still laughing. “Alright, alright. But was it awkward?”

“Kind of at first,” Paige admitted, sitting up a little straighter. “But then it wasn’t. I dunno, we just got comfortable. She even made a joke about how she’d beat me in a 1v1.”

Aubrey leaned forward, grinning. “You challenged her to a 1v1?”

“No, she teased me ‘cause I asked about her playing,” Paige said, cheeks tinting slightly. “She’s still not trying to hoop again though. But then…” she trailed off.

Aubrey’s eyes widened. “Then?”

Paige bit her lip. “I asked if she wanted to come to the game tomorrow. Just said, you know, since we were talking about it before…”

Aubrey practically jumped up. “ANDDDD ??”

“She said yeah,” Paige said, trying to sound casual, but the way her foot was nervously tapping kind of betrayed her.

Aubrey gasped. “SHUT. UP. She’s actually coming?!”

Paige nodded. “She said she would. Said if I don’t play like a masterclass, she’s not tutoring me anymore.”

Aubrey howled. “Oh my God, she’s perfect.”

“Don’t say that,” Paige groaned.

“She is! She’s funny, smart, brutally honest, and she’s making you nervous as hell—”

“I am not nervous—”

“You are SOOO nervous. Look at you,” Aubrey pointed at her. “You wore your tech fleece. You brought pizzas and chips. You made her laugh. You played uno.”

“Can you shut up for like, 5 secs?”

Aubrey held up her hands, giggling. “I’m just saying. It’s not nothing.”

Paige sighed, trying to fight the stupid smile tugging at her lips. “It’s just tutoring, dude.”

“Uh huh,” Aubrey said, laying back dramatically. “Tutoring with food, laughter, intense uno games, and flirty death threats. Totally academic.”

“Shut up,” Paige mumbled, chucking another pillow at her.

But despite all her groaning, Paige couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off her face.

Because yea… maybe it wasn’t just tutoring anymore.

And tomorrow? Azzi would be watching.

So yeah. 

She definitely had to put on a show.

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[coldfanbou]

Saleswoman

Who would've thought Yuna made a good saleswoman...Well, I would have. Anyway, here's the fic for the week; originally, I was thinking of doing a Yuna gangbang fic, but then Eros presented a saleswoman concept I liked in a writer discord and thought would be easier than a gangbang.

Length 2.1K

Yuna X Mreader

Having seen good reviews about the new mattress store, you look up the location. Your mattress has had a depression in it after years of use, and you needed another. The reviews praise the staff for their help in deciding. You set aside time to head out, ensuring you researched the different types of beds beforehand. You arrive at the store just a few minutes after they open; you take in the grand scale of it. You next notice how empty it was, considering the many reviews you thought the store would be full. You don’t even see any workers as you walk through. 

Shaking your head, you move through the store and look at all the different bed models. They had various kinds of technology, all meant to aid sleep, or so they claimed. You tested a few beds laying on them to see how they felt. You had decided beforehand you wanted something that was a little firmer, so you focused on those. As you tested another out, you shut your eyes, imagining what it would be like to sleep on it for years. This one was too firm, having very little give. You open your eyes to see the face of a young woman staring back at you. “Hi! Welcome!” She greets you. You jump, shocked that you hadn’t noticed her walk up to you. “Oh, sorry for scaring you. My name is Yuna, and I’ll be your special aid today.” She says with a wide grin. You look the woman over as she fixes her hair. Yuna didn’t look like someone who worked her. She wore a white sleeveless crop top from a nearby university and matching white shorts. Her red hair stood out against her clothing, attracting attention to her face. 

“I saw you lay on a few models. Did any of them interest you further?” Yuna asks, her hand behind her back as she listens to your response.

“Well, there was the smart bed and one over there.” You say, pointing out a mattress that wasn’t too firm or soft. “The second one is what I’m leaning toward. It’s a lot cheaper.”

“That’s true, sir, but the smart bed is much better for your sleep and other activities.” She states. 

You find her comment odd, “Other activities?” It takes you a moment to connect the dots; when you realize what Yuna meant, she nods.

“Yes, sir. I did mean that.” She states, “Now, if you’d like to test them out, please follow me.”

“But I already did.” You’re confused again, not understanding what she means.

“For the…other activities. You need to follow me.” Yuna says, walking ahead of you. She checks to make sure you are following her, smirking as she sees you are. Yuna stops at a door at the end of the building, picking up a mounted phone. “Hello? Yes, we’d like to test out the Genie smart bed and the Dura hard mattress. Okay, thank you.” Yuna hangs up and spins around on her heel. It’ll be just a moment; they have to set everything up. You see the hunger in her eyes as she looks you up and down. She licks her lips and smiles at you. “I’m sure you’ll like the Dura brand, but the smart bed is the way to go. I’m sure your girlfriend would love it.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” You respond, fixing Yuna’s error. “Why do you recommend it so much?”

“It has a lot of nice features; I can show you soon,” Yuna says just as the phone on the wall rings. She picks it up, talks to the other person on the line, and grows her smile as she places the phone back on the hook. “Everything is ready; please come in.” Yuna opens the door; the room is decorated like any regular bedroom, with only one thing standing out: both beds you had been thinking about were set up in the middle. Yuna grabs your hands, taking you to the cheaper bed, placing her hands on your chest, and pushing you onto it. She lifts her shirt, her perky breasts bouncing slightly. “First one of the day,” Yuna whispers to herself as she places a hand on your crotch. You’re taken aback at her advances but willing to go along with it. You wouldn't, couldn’t deny her. She feels your bulge grow larger, her eyes widening for a moment as her lustful smile appears.

She unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down. Yuna giggles as she sees your bulge being held back by your underwear. She bends over, planting a kiss on your cock through your underwear, “You’re so big,” She says with a giggle. Yuna pulls at the hem of your underwear, feigning shock as your cock pops out. You see her shining teeth as she smiles and grasps your cock. She strokes it gently, watching it fully harden in her hand. Yuna kisses the tip of your cock before tracing her lips with your cock.

You grunt her name; her warm lips surround the head, wrapping around it as her tongue moves across it at an agonizing pace. You’re squirming, wanting her to do more. “Relax, baby. I’ll give you what you want in a minute.” She says, her hand pumping your cock as she moves closer to your ear. “Once your cock is in my pussy, you’ll see who I really am.” Yuna’s low, sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. She runs a finger down your chest until she returns to your cock, her lips pressing against it before separating and taking you in. Her tongue runs along the underside of your cock, slowly moving from side to side as she strokes the base of your cock. 

“How are you so good?” You moan out, throwing your head back as she takes more of you into her mouth. Yuna ignores your question for the moment, too focused on your cock to answer. Your hips buck, sending your cock into the back of her throat, surprising Yuna. 

She pulls back, her saliva dripping onto your cock. “Ah, if you wanted more, you could have just said so.” She pushes herself back onto your cock, making it disappear. You feel Yuna’s throat tighten around the head. You fall back onto the bed, lying down as you explode in Yuna’s mouth, sending waves of cum down her throat. Yuna’s cheeks fill with your semen, puffing up as she pulls away. You sit up slowly, watching her as she lowers her jaw to reveal a mouthful of cum. Yuna swallows it, moaning slightly as she revels in the salty taste. 

Yuna takes a step back, undoing the button on her shorts and pulling them down, shivering as the cold air hits her cleanly shaven pussy. “Move back a little.” You follow her orders, centering yourself on the bed. Yuna crawls over you, her modest breasts swaying. She reaches down, grabs your cock, and runs it between her wet folds. Yuna’s soft moans arouse you further, making you want her more. She Presses the head against her entrance, slowly dropping on it. She takes a deep breath, groaning as she feels your cock stretching her. Yuna places one hand on her lower abdomen, feeling your cock make its way through her until it knocks against her womb. “You’re tearing me apart,” She whimpers. “I need a moment.” Yuna focuses on the sensation caused by your cock. 

You sit under her, desperate for more, her tight cunt feeling too good to just sit there. You grab her hips and begin thrusting, surprising Yuna. “I’m sorry, but I need you.” You moan, thrusting into her quickly. Yuna places her hands on your chest, trying not to collapse on top of you as you split her apart. You catch her expression, her furrowed brows and shut eyes showing slight discomfort as you knock against her womb. Yuna’s expression soon softens as the pleasure overcomes her. 

Yuna’s moans echo in the room; her head tilts back. She looks to the ceiling as she feels her climax approaching. “I’m gonna cum.” She mumbles. You were still a little ways away from your climax. You speed up your thrusts, trying to cum with her. Yuna felt your cock piston in and out of her; she felt like a toy being used and was loving it. A delighted smile appears on her face as she cums on your cock, her walls tightening around you as you continue to ruin her. The young woman’s strength gives out, sending her onto your chest as you near your climax. She mumbles something; it’s inaudible initially, but Yuna repeats herself. “Cum- cum in me,” she says. You moan Yuna’s name, repeating it as you impale her and shoot your cum into her pussy.

You feel Yuna’s walls milking you for your cum as you both start to relax. She stretches out her hand, pointing to the other bed. She gulps softly, saying, “We have to try out the other one.” You nod your head, already tired. Running your hands along her back, Yuna shudders as she feels your hands come to a stop on her ass. You sit up, struggling slightly as you move over to the other bed with Yuna still having your cock inside her. She grabs a remote and holds down one of the buttons, causing the back to raise and letting you be in more of a seated position. You found it convenient. Yuna gives you a dreamy smile as she tosses the remote and begins moving. 

You’re seated position puts you much closer to Yuna’s breasts. You notice now her small brown nipples; they move softly as Yuna bounces on your cock. You lean in, dragging your tongue over one slowly, flicking it with your tongue at the end. She gasps, and her body shivers at your tongue's warmth. 

“W- What do you think?” Yuna mumbles as she rides you like her life depended on it, her walls squeezing you as you hit her womb. You can tell Yuna is trying to speak more, but the pleasure she’s receiving is making it difficult. Moans flow out from her as her walls tighten around you again. Yuna could give you no warning as she came. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she reached her second orgasm; her voice was becoming hoarse from her moans.

You get Yuna off you, laying her beside you. The moment you do, she turns to you, “You didn’t cum.” She says softly. “I want to feel your cum.” Yuna’s hand slithers down her body, spreading her lips for you. You stare at her glistening pussy, it makes you hard, and you find yourself unable to resist Yuna’s invitation. She grabs the remote, lowering the bed back to its original position. “There, easier for you.” She says, licking her lips as she imagines you inside her again. “Go on, fuck me.”You align yourself with her cunt and push in quickly, feeling like you’re being sucked in.  Yuna’s moans bounce off the walls, fueling you to start thrusting. You lift her hips off the bed, giving yourself a better position and allowing you to go deeper into Yuna’s cunt. Each thrust creates a bulge that Yuna presses down on, making her walls tighten around you. Her moans grew louder; she was getting more pleasure out of it, too. Neither of you last long, your quick thrust making you both cum again.  You collapse on top of Yuna, feeling parts of the soft mattress. 

You watch her grab the remote, feeling the bed become firmer. “So what do you think? How was the smart bed? Better, right?” Yuna mutters, slowly regaining her composure as time goes by.

“I think you’re right. It is better.”

“I told you.” She replies, a smile on her face.

You and Yuna hammer out the details as you lay beside each other, your cum oozing out of her cunt, and you end up buying the smart bed. You don’t know if Yuna being naked at the end helped her convince you, but you were buying the bed. Yuna felt satisfied with herself. After you had left, she went to the staff room, skipping all the way there while still naked, happy to have made a good piece of commission on the sale. She showed off, annoying the others as they stood there watching cum run down her legs. You write a review for the store, writing about the helpful staff much like the others before you.

[onsomenewsht]

I've got peace and I've got love

About a surprise for your birthday even if you hate your birthday

》 Alexia Putellas x Reader

》 words count: +1k

》 for anyone who needs to feel celebrated

Birthdays are a complicated matter.

You don’t hate them, no one really does.

People should be loved loudly, their mere presence on Earth should be reason enough to celebrate them.

You care about your family and your friends, baking cakes and inflating balloons and dressing up for a themed party are not a problem - you’re the first one to arrive and the last to leave.

Celebrating your birthday though? Hell, no.

For most, it doesn’t make sense.

A day in a whole year when anyone is entitled to be under the biggest spotlight, getting gifts and all the wanted attention. Yet, you’d rather hide in the remotest corner of the planet than hear someone sing “happy birthday” to you.

Despite the insistence and the repeated attempts over the years, your mother has finally accepted that you don’t want to make a big deal out of it. Your best friend has accepted that you’ll avoid a surprise party like the plague. Everyone who knows you, knows it.

Alexia included.

At least she knows now, after last year.

The two of you got together just shy of three months before your birthday. Bless her good heart, she thought a surprise ambush might be appreciated.

She’s not going to make the same mistake twice in a row, but she wants to do something.

“You told me she hates birthdays”, Alba points out, a bit confused, sipping her coffee as if her sister isn’t in the middle of an inconclusive rant.

“She hates her own, not birthdays in general”

“I still think you should just buy her a nice present, wish her a happy birthday and move on like she asked you to do”

“It seems so, I don’t know, incomplete?”, the blonde tries to explain, “How do I make sure I show how much I appreciate her if I can’t celebrate her?”

“You better celebrate her every day, not just on the birthday–”

“I do it, idiot!”

Alexia is quick in her jab, but thankfully the younger girl is used to her attitude by now.

Cup saved from any spill, Alba barely has enough patience to give another, simple pearl of wisdom, “So do it like any other day, but, you know, on her birthday”

It’s good advice, even if she’d never admit it.

Alexia spends most of her day off plotting, her free time during the week before your birthday completely taken over by careful planning and prep.

You can tell immediately that something is off, but you let it slide because she’s cute when she’s on a mission, and you don’t really want to spoil her fun.

At the stroke of midnight, like a mischievous fairy godmother, your best friend calls you to sing a personalized rendition of “Die, Die My Darling” like every year since you’re sixteen and think you’re oh-so-funny.

Your mother sends a present from the entire family, along with a picture of a cake you’re not going to eat but you’re glad they’ll enjoy in your name. Alexia’s mother and sister send flowers, and you have to reassure your girlfriend that it’s a genuinely appreciated sentiment.

Said girlfriend kisses you for every year spent on this Earth and then moves on, as if nothing happened. As if nothing is going to happen.

It’s suspicious, really suspicious.

The day passes by without any major incident.

At work just a few colleagues know it’s your birthday, they politely hand you a card with bad jokes written all over it. You mindlessly send the same three reactions at every text message, nonetheless appreciating everyone who remembered and took the time to wish you a happy birthday. A kind waitress adds a slice of dessert as you pick up take-out at your favourite Mexican place, probably prompted by Alexia when she ordered over the phone and sent you to the restaurant.

Guard down, you open the door to your girlfriend’s apartment, still not connecting the dots.

Thank the goddesses and gods above for that nice waitress, because what you find inside is definitely a first and the food wouldn’t have survived the surprise if not for the well-secured package.

Soft music - that, to your shame, you only realise too late is your favorite record - resonates through the room, which is filled with dozens of floating balloons reaching the ceiling.

You take a few tentative steps inside, noticing pictures carefully tied to each string with numbers scribbled on the corners.

Snaps of the past year, memories so simple in their significance you sometimes fail to give a good measure of. Dinners out with friends, an unflattering portrait of an early morning during the summer, the first time holding your niece. You linger over a photo of you and Alexia talking on Mapi’s couch, neither of you looking at the camera, as it’s clear you had eyes only for each other.

“I’ve never seen this one”, you whisper, emotion thick in your voice.

Your girlfriend is leaning on the further wall of the entrance, a confident stance failing to hide a note of nervousness. The way her hands are buried in the pocket of old sweatpants and her eyes are studying every single macro-expression shifting on your face are a clear tell for you.

"Ingrid sent it to me some times ago”

“It’s beautiful”

“It is”, she agrees easily, still not daring to come closer.

Alexia’s gaze drops as soon as you notice there’s a handwritten message on the back of every photo, her cheeks flushing slightly.

You take the time to read each one attentively, smiling at her thoughtfulness and the care she put into all the moments chosen. People and occasions that hold meaning for you, no matter how big or small. You feel love in every single one.

“You put a lot of thought into this”

“I had to sacrifice a couple of good ones”, she mumbles, almost upset with herself.

The commitment to matching the number of pictures to your age it’s impressive, you have to admit.

A burst of laughter fills the entire apartment, Alexia finally meeting your gaze and taking in how moved you’re by her surprise.

The fear of overstepping had been like an annoying voice, whispering in her ear as she scribbled on the back of the photos or tried to wrap gifts without running out of patience or tape.

“Do you like it?”, her doubt creeping in her voice.

“I don’t hate it”, you joke, still eager to ease her worries, “No one has ever put this much thought or effort into– I don’t know, celebrating my birthday, I guess”

“You deserve to be celebrated”

You take the few steps to fill the gap between you two, food forgotten somewhere behind, and throw yourself into her already open arms.

“Thank you”

“I love you”

The kiss you share is a clear enough answer. Sometimes, it’s not even necessary to spell it out - action speaks louder than words, they say. She holds you for as long as you need, music still playing softly in the background.

“Is this a good moment to mention that you have to open as many presents as you have in years?”

“Alexia!”

[theonottsbxtch]

THE OTHER GUY PT.6 | FC43

an: and we've reached the final part of the series! i hope you guys have enjoyed this as much as i have, it was very fun to write and i can't wait to write something soon :) remember my requests are always open!!

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five |

ynpiastri

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spain, i'll miss you 🥲

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usertwo: is that franco? 👀

userthree: it's probably oscar or logan

oscarpiastri: i have an idea, i pay you to stay in spain for the rest of your life and you never come to the track again

logansargeant: i need her there, you're not a reliable source of gossip

ynpiastri: if you don't invite me, i have other ways of being there

userfour: franco? 👀

userfive: your honour i love them

lilyznimer: can't wait to see you again

ynpiastri: @/oscarpiastri HA SHE LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU 😹🫵😹🫵

usersix: yn, we're all here for franco confirmation. give it to us.

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francolapinto

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back to work, i hate this country 🌧️

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francolapinto: yes boss

userone: no yn confirmation ☹️☹️

williamsracing: franco...

francolapinto: no amount of media training will make me lie about this country

usertwo: where's yn?

userthree: we want to see FRANYN!

userfour: she's in his likes. im connecting dots.

userfive: stop being delusional, you ain't connecting shit.

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ynpiastri

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me when i remember that i actually have a big girl job and living off of oscar's money in his spare room isn't actually what i do with my life.

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userone: wife

usertwo: she has a job?? i thought she just went to gp's with oscar

ynpiastri: SHE has a masters in engineering design and technology 💅

userthree: cleared

oscarpiastri: move out please

ynpiastri: no 😁

userfour: still no franco

userfive: girl they both have full time jobs

usersix: MOTHERRRRR

logansargeant: you're a psycho for bringing your laptop to the beach btw

ynpiastri: i don't think i asked for your opinion, hope that helps lo! 😘

interview with franco colapinto

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ynpiastri

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supporting my favourite mclaren driver (not oscar)

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userone: I WANT TO BE HER

usertwo: I WANT HER

oscarpiastri: funny joke

logansargeant: or is it..👀

userthree: imagine living her life

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userfour: she's so pretty

userfive: still no sign of franyn

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the only women in my life btw (not that anyone asked)

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usertwo: i don't believe it

alex_albon: this guy

userthree: he's so unintentionally funny

williamsracing: how cute

imessage between logan and yn

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argentina

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would rather date traffic cone (holiday dump coming soon x)

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offseason 2024

The golden Argentinan sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, amber glow across the quiet, coastal villa. His family home sat nestled on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the endless blue stretch of sea. The scent of saltwater drifted in on the breeze, mingling with the fragrant citrus trees that lined the garden.

You and Franco sat on a cushioned wicker sofa in the sunroom, the wide-open windows framing the breathtaking view. The room had a rustic charm—whitewashed walls, terracotta tiles, and soft, earth-toned furniture. His arm was draped lazily around your shoulders, pulling you close as you both idly scrolled through your phones, the sounds of crashing waves and distant seagulls filling the peaceful silence.

But neither of you were really focused on the phones. The fan speculations and social media drama had become a background hum—amusing, but distant. For months now, you’d both kept this secret relationship hidden, playing the game of cat-and-mouse with the public, teasing and trolling them into thinking you were still enemies.

“Do they really still think I hate you?” you muttered, your lips curving into an incredulous smile as you glanced at a fan comment. “I’ve done too good a job convincing them.”

He chuckled, his voice low and smooth as he leaned in closer to peek at your screen. “Well, you have been pretty savage online. You didn’t hold back with that last post, hermosa.”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his, playful. “Says the guy who told the press I’d have to beg for a date. I never forgot that one.”

He grinned down at you, his light brown eyes twinkling with amusement. “I mean, to be fair, you did tweet that you wouldn’t date me if I were the last man on earth.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “Touché.”

His laughter faded, replaced by a softer, more thoughtful expression. His fingers tracing slow, absent-minded circles on your arm, and his gaze shifts from the ocean outside back to you. The silence stretched out between you for a moment, and you could feel the weight of what’s unspoken.

“We can’t keep this up forever, you know,” he finally said, his voice quieter now, more serious.

You paused for a second, his words catching you off guard. You’d grown so used to the secrecy, to sneaking around and playing up the rivalry for the fans. It had become a game, but now, here in the warmth of his family’s sunroom, with the sea breeze gently ruffling your hair, the reality of your relationship felt different. Realer. More solid.

You sat up a little straighter, turning to face him fully. “What are you saying?”

He met your eyes, his lips curling into a small, meaningful smile. “Maybe it’s time we tell everyone. Stop pretending.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The thought of going public, of finally letting the world see what’s been building between you, sent a thrill through you. But it was also terrifying. What would people say? How would the fans react? You’ve been holding onto this secret for so long, the thought of exposing it felt almost... vulnerable.

Still, as you sat there with him, in this secluded little bubble away from the world, the idea didn't seem so scary anymore. It felt exciting. Liberating.

A slow, playful grin spread across your face. “If we’re going to do this, we have to do it in the most ridiculous, out-of-pocket way possible.”

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what?”

You leaned back against the sofa, the sunlight warming your skin as the wheels in your head begin to turn. “Something so cheesy and over-the-top that people won’t even know if we’re serious or still trolling them.”

His lips quirked into a smirk, rubbing his chin as if considering it. “What, like one of those cringey TikTok couple challenges?”

You nodded eagerly. “Exactly. The kind of stuff that makes people cringe, but they can’t look away.”

He let out a low chuckle, clearly warming up to the idea. “You mean the ones where people do those obnoxiously cute couple things, like finishing each other’s sentences?”

You grin. “Exactly. Go so hard that no one can tell if we’re serious.”

He leans forward, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. “I like it. Let’s do it.”

You blink, a little surprised at how quickly he’s jumping on board. “Wait, right now?”

He shrugs, that familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. “Why not? We’ve kept this quiet long enough. Let’s have some fun.”

Your pulse quickened with a mixture of excitement and nerves as you both adjusted your positions on the sofa, sitting up a little straighter, leaning in close to each other. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you just a little closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. The soft hum of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls faded into the background as the moment intensified.

“Alright,” you said, barely keeping a straight face, “let’s do this.”

He raised his phone, the camera pointed at both of you, and the screen lights up, casting a soft glow on your faces. “First question,” you began, doing your best over-the-top rom-com voice. “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

He smirked, nudging you playfully. “Easy. You did.”

You gasped dramatically, placing a hand over your heart. “I did not! That was totally you.”

The playful banter flowed easily, the chemistry between you undeniable. The air between you crackled with tension, but the laughter kept things light. Each question grows sillier than the last, your teasing jabs masking the real emotions simmering beneath the surface.

As the game continued, the joking faded. The answers become more meaningful, more intimate. He reached out and takes your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles, and the teasing spark in his eyes shifted into something softer.

Then, as if the playful mood couldn’t hold any longer, he lowered his phone and set it down on the coffee table, turning to face you fully. His gaze was intense, his eyes locking with yours in the fading sunlight. “Maybe we should stop messing around and just... tell them.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “For real?”

He nodded, his voice a little quieter, a little rougher. “Yeah. I’m tired of hiding. I want people to know.”

You hesitated for a second, the weight of the official decision settling in. But then, a surge of boldness rose within you. “Okay. Let’s do it. But first—” You held up your phone, turning off notifications before tossing it onto the sofa. “I don’t want to deal with the chaos immediately.”

He chuckled, grabbing his phone, posting the video and then,following your lead and shutting off his phone. “Smart. We’ll get spammed for sure.”

Once the phones were off and forgotten, you exchanged a glance, and then both of you dissolved into laughter, the weight of secrecy lifting off your shoulders. The relief, the excitement—it was overwhelming in the best way.

As the laughter died down, the air between you shifted slightly, becoming heavier, charged with something far more intense than before. His eyes darkened as they traced the curve of your lips, and your breath hitches, feeling the pull between you like a magnetic force. Neither of you speak for a long moment, the silence thick with unspoken desire.

Without warning, he leaned in, his hand sliding up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing tenderly along your cheek. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your heart pounded in your chest, anticipation crackling in the air around you. He was so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the scent of his cologne mixing with the salty sea air.

Your pulse quickened as his gaze locked with yours, and for a second, time seemed to stop. Then, he closed the gap, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, yet filled with an undeniable hunger. His lips were soft but firm, moving against yours with a heat that left you breathless.

You responded immediately, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, needing more. His kiss deepened, and the intensity built. The taste of him is intoxicating, like you had both been waiting for this moment for far too long. His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and you could feel the strength of his body against yours.

The kiss grew more urgent, your bodies pressed together as if the space between you was unbearable. His fingers threaded through your hair, holding you in place as he kissed you harder, deeper, like he couldn't get enough. You lost yourself in the sensation—the way his lips devoured yours, the heat of his breath mingling with yours, the low, barely audible groan that escaped from deep in his chest.

As you kissed him back with equal fervor, your entire body tingled, your senses overwhelmed by him—the way his hands gripped your waist, the way his lips tease and explore yours.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you were panting, your hearts racing in sync. His eyes, dark and full of desire, met yours, and a slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Guess I can do that more often now,” he murmured, his voice husky and low.

You smiled back, your lips still tingling from the kiss. “With my brother in that same paddock? Not a chance?”

francolapinto and ynpiastri

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it wasn't a joke btw

*limited comments only*

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logansargeant: this hurt more than my replacement

ynpiastri: shut up?

logansargeant: yes ma'am

the end.

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[luveline]

that spencer x bombshell one you just posted has me giggling and kicking my feet I think I’m in love with YOU 🫵

Now I’m thinking of spencer x bombshell where the team starts to not view reid as unwillingly tortured by her flirting. Like maybe Morgan makes a comment to reid about something he does and is like “don’t torture the poor girl” and he’s like oh shit I’M the one torturing too now?

im in love with YOU !! for you, ty for requesting ♡ fem

“Difficult,” you say, resting your head on the table. 

“I know.” Spencer wiggles his pen back and forth between two fingers, thinking hard. This case is proving to be indecipherable. None of the details want to add up, and no clear profile geographical or otherwise appears. 

“Useless.” 

“Who, me or you?” 

“Us.” You sigh morosely. “Mostly me.” 

You're not being serious. Spencer huffs a soft laugh and continues to turn the details over in his head. You open your notebook and scratch down a couple of sentences with a pen, a visual thinker. Your mind map turns to a second iteration and then a third. You can't connect the dots because they're too far apart from each other; Spencer can't do it either. Not alone. 

He scoots his chair as close to yours as possible, your knees touching, his elbow in your side. “Can I look?” he asks. 

“Of course you can. Sorry about my handwriting.” 

He shakes his head. Your handwriting is perhaps the only thing about you he wouldn't say was one hundred percent perfect. You can't control it like other things. It is perfect, in a way, because it's yours, but you've been writing quickly and he struggles to make out the occasional letter. 

He leans in toward the page. “What's this word?” he asks. 

You lean in to see it. “Coruscated.” 

“The swimming pool?” he asks, lifting his face to yours. You're closer now, and beautiful like this. He can see the powder under your eyes, the lines in your irises, the slight fading of your lipstick at the corners of your mouth. There's an eyelash on your cheek. He lifts a hand to wipe it away. “What's so important about that?” 

“It reminded me of something…” You pause as he touches your face. “Something…” Your voice lilts up in question, half-shudder. 

“Eyelash,” he explains, blowing it off of his finger. 

“Right,” you say, eyes oddly wide and soft at once, your eyebrows lifted at the starts. 

“You okay?” 

“Is she okay? Reid, you're torturing the poor girl. Give her some air,” Morgan says with a chuckle. 

Spencer leans backwards in surprise, no idea what Morgan could possibly mean. Your eyes relax as you regain some personal space, your hands coming together loosely in your lap. You laugh weakly. 

Spencer looks you up and down. He's torturing you? That doesn't make sense. For as long as you've known one another, the team has joked that your flirty ways and feminine wiles are too much for Spencer to handle. You once gave him an apology he didn't want, worried you actually were hurting him by being your playful self, and he'd set that straight immediately. You don't torture him. It's a lot of feelings to be doted on so much by you, and painful isn't one of them. Overwhelming, sometimes, and exciting, sure. 

He never realised he had the power to overwhelm you. Not until that moment. You offer a funny smile far from your usual smirk and try to steamroll Morgan's claim. “Guess I should've made a wish.” 

“What would you wish for?” Spencer asks quietly. 

You still. Morgan shakes his head in disapproval, but he laughs again and stands up. “I think they'd call that a taste of your own medicine, sweetheart,” he says to you. 

You meet Spencer's eye. “I think they would,” you say bashfully. 

For three blissful seconds, Spencer enjoys the reality of having made you flustered. You, gorgeous, confident you, left flushed and a little daunted by his casual actions and simple (maybe slightly flirtatious) questioning. But then he remembers how much he likes you and pushes it away. 

“Sorry,” he says, plastering a smile over uncertain lips, “I didn't mean to do that.” 

“No, it's okay.” 

He turns to your notes, but gives you a look from the side. “I hope you wished for someone to solve the case. We're never getting anywhere like this.” 

“Are you saying you can't?” You rest your chin in your hand. “And here I thought you were more than a pretty face.” 

You have a quick recovery rate, evidently. 

[mooooonnnzz]

Can you PLEASE write about being stans daughter!!!! I read about being ford's and now I need to know about having stan as your dad 🩷🩷

Love You Forever and Forever

Stanley Pines x child/teen!reader

ᥬ✿ stanley goes by his actual name instead of stanford

ᥬ✿ 3,7k words oops

ᥬ✿ fem reader!

ᥬ✿ requests r still oppennn :3

ᥬ✿ book of bill website spoilers kinda? would u consider one of stans shame a spoil?

ᥬ✿ tw stans drinking alcohol is mentioned but in past tense!

ᥬ✿ mention of fords dad fic it makes sense when u read it

Stan wasn’t typically someone who wanted kids. He would have occasional drifting thoughts about how he’d have stories to tell for days if he had a little kid of his own. Those thoughts didn’t hold much meaning to them, they were just a little fantasy he would delve into whenever he had the chance. It seems like the universe heard his "calls" and being the reckless fool he is, he managed to get a woman he briefly fooled around with pregnant. 

How did he find that out? 

One day during the slow hours of the Mystery Shack, a knock was heard. Stan groaned, who could be knocking at his door? Shoving the newly counted dollar bills in his pocket, he grabbed his 8-ball-themed cane, in case he had to beat someone with it, and walked to the door. Pulling it open, there before him stood a beautiful woman. A moment of recognition sparked in his brain, but he was quickly blinded by her beauty and that feeling was instantly forgotten. The smell of her rich perfume filled Stan’s nostrils. Upon smelling the potent perfume, four words circled his brain. ‘Pretty Babe Who Has Money’

Leaning on his cane, he flashed a smug yellow-toothed smile at the woman. “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing this deep in the woods?” 

“That won’t work on me a second time, Stanley Pines.” She growled, glaring at him so deeply he could feel her glare in his soul. Stan’s relaxed attitude was quick to dry up. “S-Second time? Do I know you?” 

“As expected,” She mutters to herself, rolling her eyes. “I’m just going to cut to the chase here, Stan.” Shifting the baby that was settled on her hip, she cleared her throat. “I don’t care that you stole money from me, that’s fine. Whatever,” she says with a shrug. “But as for karma, I give you back your baby.” 

The color drains from Stan’s face. “Hah, baby?” Stan uncomfortably chuckled. He opened his mouth to question where the baby was when it was quite literally right in his face. His jaw goes slack at the sight of his supposed baby sleeping soundly on her shoulder. “Look, lady. You got the wrong guy!” He pushed the door, but before it could fully close the woman shoved her foot in between the door. “Don’t do this to me, Stan. Or I will leave this baby on your porch and leave.” She threatens, kicking the door open with her heel. “Take the baby so we’re even.”

“I don’t even know who you are. For all I know, you could be lying to me.” Stan said, closing his eyes and lifting his chin up in defiance. 

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.” She scoffed. “Barbara, Barabara Smith.” 

That’s when the dots started connecting for Stan. Memories of him and Barabara resurface in his mind. That's why he felt that twinge of familiarity when he saw her. “It’s all coming back to you now, huh?” She rested a hand on her hip, tapping her foot impatiently on the floor. 

“Barbara!” Stan smiled awkwardly, finally remembering the woman who stood before him. “H-How have you been?” He uncomfortably laughed, trying to alleviate the tension that swallowed them whole. “Oh, I’m just swell.” Her eyes narrowed angrily at him. 

“So, about the baby…!” He leaned towards her, pulling a roll of cash from his pocket. “Why don’t I pay you a few hundred bucks and you can take the baby, how’s about that?” 

“You’re despicable, Stanley Pines.” She said with a deep scowl. 

Shoving the baby to his chest, she slammed the door shut. A blubbering mess of words spilled out of Stan in shock. In a quick flash, he opened the door and stepped out onto the porch. The woman was already in her car and sliding her keys into the ignition. “Are you sure you don’t want to keep the baby?” He yelled over the loud rumbling of her car, covering the baby's ear to block out the loud noises. 

As she backed out of her parking spot, she rolled down her window and stuck a middle finger to Stan before driving off; leaving a cloud of dust behind her path. Stan sighed. What just happened? 

Walking back into the shack defeated, he looked at the baby who awoke in his arms. “Guess you're stuck with me, kid.” 

ꨄ︎ Having no knowledge of how to take care of a baby surely did make taking care of you hard. Unlike Ford, he doesn’t spend countless hours researching and reading books about babies to gain at least some understanding. Instead, he faces the situation head-on with little to no insight on how to take care of you. “Alright, kid.” He says, slapping his hands together. “Let’s figure out a way to take care of you.” He stares at you sitting on the sofa chair for a minute or so, waiting for you to cry, laugh, or even let out a sound. Unfortunately for Stan, all you did was stare back at him with your big eyes. “Are you gonna do anything…?” He scratches his cheek. Moments go by and still nothing comes out of you. Stan is left stumped, completely and utterly stumped. But does this convince him to finally grab a book and actually do something that benefits him? Absolutely not! He instead forms a plan in his head. He leaves the living room and has you all by yourself for a second. You don’t budge. All you did was stare thoughtlessly at the doorway where he left. Peeking his head into the living room, he saw your face brighten up. “Huh,” He says, surprised. He wasn’t expecting that to work. Drawing his head back, out the corner of his eye, he saw your smile falter. Peeking his head back in, you smiled, laughing in joy. Needless to say, Stan was amused and continued this game of peekaboo with you until a herd of customers crowded the front porch. 

ꨄ︎ Feeding you wasn’t too hard! He did consider feeding you brown beef, but after reading the ingredients that were on the can, he decided against it. What he chose to do was to feed you what he had for breakfast. He had eggs for breakfast? Then he’d make scrambled eggs and give them to you. He didn’t have a high chair so he just sat you on the table and let you eat from his plate. He didn’t mind that you made a mess with your food. He found it rather endearing. “Good food, kid?” He’d ask you after every meal. “Yah!” You gurgled out, mouth full of breakfast. “Woah, careful. Don’t want you choking on your food.” At some point, during a quick run to the grocery store, he found some baby food and a high chair. He purchased them and when he arrived home, he couldn’t stop blabbering to you. “I completely forgot they had baby food at the stores,” Stan said, smacking his head with the underside of his hand. “Did you know?” He looks over to you. You responded with a smile. “Good to know I wasn’t the only crazy one here.” He walks over to you and picks you up, setting you down on the high chair. “Does this make you feel fancy?” He grabs baby food and with the spoon that came with it, he scooped it up and fed it to you. Luckily for him, you weren’t extremely picky on your food. You’d eat just about anything he would hand you. “You like my cooking better than this junk,” He would say after feeding you the baby food. “Right, kid?”

ꨄ︎ He would be lying if he didn’t find himself completely attached to you by the second day. He thought it couldn’t get worse, but during work, when he was showcasing all these different fake monsters to the tourists; all he could think about was your little chubby face and your cute laugh. There would be times when he’d close the shack early, just so he could spend some time with you. “A little birdie told me that you were missing me.” He said, picking up from your crib. “Isn’t that right, sweet pea?” He worked around this issue by implementing you in his museum of mysterious monsters. “Behold!” He pulled back the curtains, revealing you in a little sheep costume. “Half human baby, half sheep!” The crowd aw's at your cuteness. “The baby baa’s like a sheep when you throw money at her!” 

ꨄ︎ Picking out clothes was something he prided himself in. He would deck you down in the cutest dress and purposefully stroll down the street with you in his arms for people to coo and aww at you and him. “Your daughter is so cute!” Someone would say and you’d be sleeping on his shoulder, rocking a cute bow on your head that he bought you. “Oh, I know. She has my cuteness.” Stan proudly said. He meant that sentence with all of his soul. Yes, you do have his cuteness and if anyone else told him otherwise, he will argue back. 

ꨄ︎ Teaching you how to walk was one of the many prideful moments he had with you. Slightly crouched down, he held onto your little hands. You wobbled around, not accustomed to using your feet. “This is gonna be trial and error, kid. But as long as you’re with me, it’s going to be easy peasy.” Taking a cautious step back, he watches as you lift your leg up. Stan’s lit up, your foot stomping down on the ground. “Good, good. Now your other foot.” With your other foot, you raised it up. Shifting from side to side, you let out a scared babble. “It’s okay, sweet pea. I got you. No need to worry.” He assured you. Hearing his soothing words motivated you to continue on. With a deep breath, you moved your foot forward and stomped down. Pure delight and joy drummed through Stan’s body as he scooped you up from the floor and carefully embraced you. “That’s my girl!” he cheered happily.

ꨄ︎ The first time you called him Dad was when he was watching TV and you were on your playmat, playing with all the toys Stan bought you. The TV displayed a daughter and father, and you took notice of how she kept calling him Dad. Connecting two and two, you flipped back and forth to Stan and the TV. For a few minutes you were humming out words and Stan would smile at you and call you a cutie. At some point, he figured out what you were trying to say and picked you up. Putting you on his lap, he looked at you expectantly, hanging on to every single noise and gurgle you made. “What are you trying to say, sweet pea?” Chewing on your fingers you finally managed to say Dad. “Dada!” Stan is solid as a statue. Did you just call him Dad? He doesn’t process it fully at first but when you decide to say it again, tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I’m not crying, pea. I just got some of your baby spit in my eye!” He gave you extra snacks that day, and maybe every other day after that. 

ꨄ︎ Your first birthday was one to remember, for him at least. Initially, he was going to invite the whole town over to celebrate such a big milestone, but he was rudely reminded of a memory when he tried to celebrate his own birthday and no one even bothered to show up. So he kept it between you and him. At first, he attempted to make your cake but when that ended in shambles he chose to go to the store and buy you a cake. Bringing you along, he buckled you into your car seat. Starting up his car, he started driving into the road. While driving Stan couldn’t remember the last time he was so excited to do something. How long has it been since he’s felt pure joy in his life? Since he had company that was equally happy to be around him. He can’t remember a life without you and that scares him, but just a quick glance at you calms his nerves and he feels at peace. He never knew how much of an effect you’d have on him. Stepping out of the car and into the supermarket, he searched. Pushing the cart that had you in it, he looked at you when he reached the cakes. “Which one do you want, pumpkin?” With a back-and-forth conversation that had him do most of the talking, he decided on a small vanilla cake that had strawberry frosting slathered on it. He placed it inside the cart and continued strolling on. At some point, he picked up some balloons and candles. “Should I buy you a happy birthday banner?” He said as he put the packet inside the cart. After purchasing all of the birthday items, he left the store and drove home. Setting up the decorations for him was a blast. And soon enough, the whole kitchen was gorgeously decorated for your birthday. Placing you in the high chair, he gave you a tiny piece of cake. “Happy birthday, sweetie.” His party hat was drooping sideways along with yours. “Thank you for showing me unconditional love.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. 

ꨄ︎ Years went by and suddenly Stan was crouching down on the floor, slipping your backpack on you for your first day of school. “You ready for school, sweet pea?” Stan asked. You spun around, a small pout sprouting on your lips. “No,” You kicked a rock that was on the floor, fear and anxiety crackling through your small body. “I’m scared.” You admitted. Your vision was blotted with tears, your heart breaking at the thought of being separated from your dad for such a long time. “I’m gonna be so far away from you.” You sniffled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. “Oh, come here.” A frown is so deeply etched on Stan’s face he worries that after this, he’d have a permanent frown on his face. Encasing you in a hug, he slowly ran his hand down your hair. “You’re gonna be okay, pumpkin.” He pressed a kiss on your temple. “You’re a Pines for Christ's sake, and we survive anything, don’t we?” You pull away from the hug, wiping off your tears with your sleeve. “Remember that I’ll always be there for you, okay? No matter the distance.” His hand cusps your cheek and on instinct, you lean your hand into his palm. “Mhm,” You sniffle, your hands wrapping around his finger. “And hey, if you don’t like it there, you can fake being sick and I’ll pick you up, alright pumpkin?” The idea of faking an illness just so you could be back in the comforts of your home made the anxiety of going to school die down a bit. You had an escape plan! “When I get back from school can we rob people of their money?” A surprised laugh bellowed out of Stan. “Sure, pumpkin. You can make me a sea monkey and make them believe we actually caught it, how’s that sound?” You nodded your head with a smile. And with that, he drove you to school. When he reached the school, saying goodbye to you tugged at his heartstrings. He couldn’t bear to see you go. With a tearful hug and a kiss on the head, you were off. Stan cried on the way home. The whole day, he was so distressed he didn't even bother to open the shack. When he picked you up from school, he asked you about your day. "I don't like school."

ꨄ︎ Stan could never say no to you, it was practically impossible to muster out the word. So when you asked to stay home from school because you weren’t feeling well, he said yes with no hesitation. You want this doll you saw at the mall, of course! Everything you wanted, you’d get. And did it hurt Stan’s pocket from time to time, but after getting over the initial shock of how much he spent on you, your reaction to getting what you wanted was enough for Stan to look past that. 

ꨄ︎ Summerween was creeping and soon the houses were decorated with skeletons and zombies, melon lanterns littered the town at night and kids were rushing to the nearest costume store to snag a costume of their own. Originally, Stan spent his Summerween scaring children off one by one with a multitude of tricks up his sleeve. But ever since you implemented yourself in his life, he hasn’t done that tradition in over 8 years. Instead, he’d dress up with you. You wanted to be Boo from Monsters Inc? Then he’d be Sully to match with you. Beauty from Beauty and the Beast? Then he’ll be Beast. Photos of each costume were plastered on the billboard in his room. His favorite costume was when you were a baby, he dressed you up as Rapunzel and he was the tower. The compliments he received from that costume were insane. It was enough to fuel him into entering a costume competition and shockingly enough, he won! 

ꨄ︎ Snowball fights in the winter is an activity you and Stan can never pass up on. You could be innocently building a tiny little snowman when you feel a snowball hit your back and slide down your jacket. Looking behind you, you could see Stan whistling to himself as he pretended to occupy himself with the snow. When he clumped the snow together, he shot a glance over your way. What he wasn’t expecting was to see you gone from your spot. His stomach drops, were you snatched by some rando in the woods when he wasn’t looking? Dropping his snowball he called out your name. Each time you didn’t respond, his heart sank more and more. “Pumpkin? Answer me plea—“ A snowball pelted right into his face. Sputtering out in disbelief, he wiped his hand down his face. A burst of laughter came from you and you happily clapped your hands together. “Did I get you?” Stan rolls his eyes playfully and before you knew it, a snowball was being shot towards you. You tried running away but you were too slow. The snowball hit you straight on the back causing you to fall face first on snow. Popping your head up, you laugh loudly. “Dad, that’s so unfair.” He scooped you up, wiping the snow off your face with his mitten. “Get used to it, I play unfair, pumpkin.” 

ꨄ︎ When Soos came along, it was a playdate every day at the Mystery Shack. He was just ten and you were eight, not too far apart in age, you and him got along fairly well. When Stan would be wasting his time away on the TV, he’d get a gut feeling something was amiss. All the time. And whenever he’d go looking for you and Soos, he would either find you and Soos taking apart some part of the house or making a mess of things. However, there would be times when he benefited from the mess. It was crazy enough that he was able to convince people that a monster had come into his house and wrecked the entire place. That gained him a few hundred bucks while it lasted.

ꨄ︎ Soon enough, you were old enough to work alongside Stan and help him with tourists. Back then, you used to create the attraction by gluing taxidermy animals together. Now, you do both! You lead people around, show them a few tourist attractions, scam them with their money, and get away with it. On the side, you work together with Soos to create new abominations that keep more people coming into the shack. After a while, Wendy tagged along and the three of you ruled the shack, kinda. On slow days, you and Wendy chilled on the roof, drinking pit colas and sharing stories with each other. Sometimes Soos would join, but most of the time he’d be too busy fixing something that broke. “Dude,” Wendy began, closing the magazine she was reading and setting it down on the table. “I sometimes like, completely forget that you're Stan’s daughter. How’s that for you?” She asked, resting her chin on her palms. “Eh,” You swiped the mop you had in hand back and forth. “It’s not so bad.” You said with a shrug. “It’s actually pretty fun.” Leaning on the mop, a memory from early childhood sparked in your memory. “You know, back when I was like, what? one through three? Dad had me as a tourist attraction.” You say with a fond smile. “What! No way.” Wendy chuckled out. “What did he disguise you as?” You thought for a moment, tapping a finger on your chin. “I think a lamb?” Another laugh leaves Wendy. “No way, that’s actually so cute.” 

ꨄ︎ “Dad, do you ever wonder how different life would be if Mom never came over here to give me to you?” Stan, without hesitation, replies, “Yeah. Sometimes I do.” Scratching his back, he locked the front door of the shack. You and Stan were currently closing up the shack for the night. “Like, what do you think about?” You ask, closing the blinds. “How calmer my life would be.” You scoff, shoving him. “Be serious, Dad!” You huffed out, walking over to the kitchen with him following. “You want me to be honest?” He plops himself on the couch that has his buttcheeks indented in them. “Yeah, duh. That’s why I’m asking.” You open the fridge and grab a pit cola. “Honestly, you were a gift in disguise.” He says. “Without you, I don’t know where I’d be.” He scratches his chin, clearing his throat awkwardly. “I’d most likely be drinking myself to sleep.” You frowned. “You don’t mean that, do you?” Stan looks off to the side, he’s never admitted that to you before, or to anyone. “That’s what I used to do before I met you, sweet pea.” Walking over to Stan, you wrap your arms around him. “Well, I’m glad you opened the door that day.” You hold him closer. “Me too, Pumpkin, me too.”

i absolutely love writing dad fics for stan and ford ohmg

[buckysouvenir]

in the hex, episode 1: a perfect life

pairing: bucky barnes x y/n summary: Y/N, a witch with no memory of her true nature, lives a seemingly perfect life with her husband, Bucky Barnes, in a quiet, idyllic 1950s town. Everything seems picture-perfect—Y/N and Bucky are a deeply loving couple, content in their everyday routine. They share playful moments, enjoy simple pleasures, and have a deep connection that feels unshakable. Their life is peaceful, with no hint of anything out of the ordinary. However, things aren’t what they seem. authors note: i'm so happy to be finally posting this!

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The sun rises over the quiet little town, golden light filtering through the lace-trimmed curtains of a cozy home. The air smells of fresh coffee and buttery pancakes, and a soft tune drifts from the vintage radio sitting on the kitchen counter.

Y/N hums along to the melody as she flips a pancake, dressed in a pastel polka-dot dress, her hair curled into soft waves. She doesn’t think about why she woke up feeling content. She doesn’t question why this life feels so… right.

A yawn echoes from the hallway, followed by the slow shuffle of bare feet on hardwood.

“Doll, do you always wake up this early?”

Bucky leans against the doorway, rubbing a hand over his face. His hair is slightly messy, like he just rolled out of bed. He’s wearing a white undershirt and navy pajama pants, the fabric clinging to his broad frame. But something is different.

His left arm.

It looks completely normal—flesh and bone, just like his right one.

Y/N doesn’t think twice about it.

“Somebody has to make sure you don’t leave the house without eating,” she teases, flashing him a smile as she plates the last pancake.

Bucky smirks as he crosses the kitchen in a few lazy strides, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “Mm, you smell nice,” he murmurs against her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “Almost makes me wanna stay home all day.”

She laughs, elbowing him lightly. “Sit down, you flirt. Breakfast is ready.”

Bucky doesn’t let go right away. He just holds her there for a second, swaying them both slightly in the warmth of the kitchen. Then, with a content sigh, he finally lets her go and takes a seat at the small dining table.

Y/N sets a plate in front of him and pours him a cup of coffee just the way he likes it—two sugars, no cream. Bucky watches her with a small smile, like he’s memorizing every movement.

“What would I do without you?” he muses, cutting into his pancakes.

“You’d starve,” Y/N replies without missing a beat.

Bucky chuckles. “Can’t argue with that.” He takes a bite, humming in approval. “You make the best pancakes, doll. I’m tellin’ ya, if I wasn’t already married to you, I’d have to marry you for these alone.”

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh. “And here I thought you married me for my charm and good looks.”

“That too,” he says, winking. “But the pancakes definitely sealed the deal.”

They eat in comfortable silence for a moment, the radio filling the space with soft music.

Then, a knock at the door.

Y/N wipes her hands on a kitchen towel before heading to the front door. When she opens it, a familiar redhead beams at her.

“Good morning, neighbor!”

Wanda Maximoff stands on the porch, holding a covered dish. She’s wearing a floral dress, her hair pinned back in soft curls. Next to her, Vision stands in a neatly pressed sweater vest and slacks, offering a polite nod.

“Wanda! Vision! What a lovely surprise,” Y/N greets, stepping aside. “Come in!”

Wanda hands her the dish with a warm smile. “Just a little something I baked this morning. Apple pie, fresh from the oven.”

“Oh, Wanda, you’re too sweet. You didn’t have to—”

“Nonsense! What are friends for?” Wanda waves off the protest, stepping inside. “Besides, I had a feeling Bucky would appreciate a good homemade pie.”

At the table, Bucky perks up. “Pie?”

Vision chuckles as he takes a seat across from him. “I believe you have just been bribed.”

Wanda grins. “Guilty.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly as she sets the pie on the counter. “Well, in that case, coffee for everyone?”

As she moves to pour the drinks, she catches Wanda’s gaze. For a split second, something flickers behind her green eyes—something unreadable. But it’s gone just as quickly, replaced by the same warm, friendly expression.

Y/N blinks. She must’ve imagined it.

Right?

#taglist: @whisperingashgarden

[lewisvinga]

like a damn sociopath | lando norris x fem! reader

summary; in which fans finally connect the dots between y/n’s newest release and lando’s caption

fc; olivia rodrigo

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested !

masterlist !

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liked by conangray, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: good 4 u out nowwww! just wanna say thank you soo much to the man made me write my favorite song 😁💜

username: mother is mothering once again

username: AHHHHH

conangray: and FUCK that man

yourusername: SO TRUE BESTIE

username: since when tf has she been in a relationship

username: she had a whole secret relationship and a secret breakup waitttt

username: ALREADY STREAMINGGG

username: damn who hurt her?

username: “now you can be a better man for your better girl” WHO HURT U MY QUEEN

username: “i’ve lost my mind… but you’re so unaffected… but i guess good for you” she ate w this fr

username: lily muni he liked? maybe her ex is a driver ??

username: LMAOO no.

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landonorris: i’m doing great out here without you, like a damn sociopath 🤷‍♂️

username: wait…. isn’t that y/n’s newest single ?

username: not lando quoting mother

oscarpiastri: mate…

username: ijbol i can hear his disappointment 😭

username: wtf do u know piastri.

username: THESE PICS ATEEEE

username: WOAH

username: the good 4 u lyrics 🤔🤔🤔🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 why u quoting y/n

username: he looks good asf here tho

alex_albon: ….nice

username: ALBON U TOO WHAT DO YOU KNOW???

username: alex and oscar commenting like they whats up🤨

username: pls share w the class 🤗🤗

alex_albon: no !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; not him staring while i took this] [caption 2; i mean good 4 u but i’m in my party girl era now]

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; well!] [caption 2; at least i look good lol]

conangray replied to your story !

conangray girl…. i know that’s now who i think it is🤕

yourusername well don’t think !

conangray WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ORIGINAL PLOT OF THE MOVIE?🤬

yourusername he may or may not have been at the same club as me 2 wks ago

yourusername and he may or may not have drunkenly confessed how he regretted how he treated me and that the girl was just a rebound to forget me

yourusername and i may or may not have drunkenly agreed to a date, then soberly agreed to multiple more…😹😹

conangray oh bitch you’re down BAD😕

yourusername he’s treating me better now tho☹️

conangray taking him back after writing good 4 u? we lost her ladies and gentlemen 🫡

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liked by landonorris, lilymhe, and others !

yourusername: guess writing a song abt your ex makes him realize he should’ve treated you better and now he takes you out on the picnic dates you’ve always wanted , like a damn sociopath 🤓

tagged; landonorris

username: WHATTHE FUCK

conangray: ou girl

yourusername: stop😣😣

landonorris: i was a sociopath for doing u dirty

yourusername: u did me SO dirty but ig the flowers n the picnic dates are slowly making up for it🙄🙄🙄

landonorris: sorry, my love 😞🌷

username: omg oomf was right

username: wait but i kinda like them together

username: girllll u write good 4 u only to get back w the same man

lilymhe: ……

yourusername: THIS MEANS I CAN GO TO THE PADDOCK AGAIN AND SEE U

lilymhe: YESSSSS🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳

username: i did nawt expect this what

username: my fave singer dating my fave driver wtf is thisss😭😭

username: they ate tho

username: whatta fine couple tbh

[ultimate-marysue]

One of those "Jason decides to leave vigilantism after coming back and just lives his normal life" AU. He doesn't tell his family, he doesn't become Red Hood. Instead, Talia pays for his college and he becomes an English teacher. He fundamentally disagrees with Bruce's methods, but instead of taking it into his own hands to teach him a lesson he decides that's not his problem anymore. New life, new me.

He lives in a normal apartment, gets a couple of rescues to keep him company, makes civilian friends and just leads a completely normal and happy life away from rogues and vigilante drama. And then one year he starts doing the roll call and stares at the name like oh. Oh no.

Lian Harper is in his class.

Cue to Roy romancing his daughter's hot teacher while Jason tries to keep his identity a secret. Roy doesn't recognize him -obviously- he's much older and they weren't that close back when Jason was Robin, but he's one step removed from Dick who would absolutely make the connection. Roy is just really tired trying to keep a job and parent a preteen on top of his nightly activities, and Mrs Peterson is such a breath of fresh air into his very chaotic and intense life.

Lian is torn between wanting his dad to be happy, liking Mr. Peterson because he's a really cool guy and not wanting to be known as "the teacher's daughter". It's a conundrum for her.

Roy is also being tormented because this man is perfect on paper but he doesn't think he deserves normal, let alone perfect. He can't bring himself to trap this upstanding man in the chaos that is his life. Meanwhile Jason is split between his long forgotten crush who seems to be the solution for his miserable romantic life and trying to keep his secret from him.

They flirt, then regret it, then get flustered by the other, then flirt again in a cyclic back and forth that feels safe but doesn't get them anywhere. They keep getting so close to an actual date, but Jason keeps chickening out at the last possible second. The other teachers are desperate for them to resolve their weird tension because sir, this is a place of learning.

Then some villain holds the school hostage while Roy is out of town, and while he gets there Lian and Jason have to keep the rest of the school safe. When Roy arrives Jason knows his cover is blown and he'll probably have to move cities but he's also relieved for the back up. They end up at the Harper's later to patch up and Lian is so excited about the whole thing because her cool teacher is even cooler now, right dad?

Meanwhile Roy, who may not have known the second Robin much but is not stupid, is connecting the dots. These two men are staring into each other's eyes with the intensity of the sun like "don't you dare". They manage to stay civil until Lian retires to shower and from then on it's madness.

Finally Roy understands why "Mr. Peterson" has been rejecting his advances all this time. Jason begs him not to tell his family, he doesn't want to go back after how everything went down and how they seem to have forgotten him. Roy tries to defend Dick but in the end decides to pick his battles and agrees not to tell as long as Jason will finally give him that date they've been talking about. If that's why he said no all those times, of course, if he's not interested then that's fine...but Jason accepts.

When Lian comes back she announces her approval and demands a raise to her grades for her instrumental role in getting them together. She gets a fresh batch of cookies instead, which isn't the same, but will suffice.