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[rosemariiaa]

~The Party & The After Party~

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚— rosie’s note: why hello there..yes rosie wrote pazzi smut kill me this is the first and last okay it’s not that much bc i’m testing the waters, basically inspired by the song in the tile by the weeknd, happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚— themes: language, sexual content (public sex?), jealous p and az

𐙚— taglist: @thaatdigitaldiary @bueckersbitch @makethemhoesmad @imaginespazzi @ashortyluvsports @absolutelydreadful @elliesglock @azzibuckets @sierrale8ne @ldapper

The music pulses through the air, heavy and slow, pressing against Azzi’s skin like the heat of too many bodies packed into one space. It’s not really her scene—never has been—but Paige had convinced her to come, her voice coaxing, her fingers tracing slow, persuasive circles against Azzi’s wrist. Come with me, baby. Just for a little bit. I wanna show you off. She begged.

Azzi had rolled her eyes, but she’d come anyway. She always does.

Now, Paige is standing in front of her, still close enough that Azzi can feel the warmth of her body even through the buzz of the room. Paige’s fingers slip under the hem of Azzi’s top, just for a second, a quick brush against her skin before she pulls away.

“I’ma go talk to Lyss and Dijonai,” Paige says, leaning in so Azzi can hear her over the music. “I’ll bring us back some drinks, kay?”

Azzi nods, already missing the feeling of Paige’s body, the way she makes all of this—the lights, the noise, the people—easier to deal with. Paige’s gaze flickers over her, something soft beneath the smirk she always wears.

“You good?”

Azzi huffs, nudging Paige with her elbow. “Go already.”

Paige grins, her fingers grazing Azzi’s wrist one last time before she disappears into the crowd. Azzi exhales, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly hyperaware of how many people are around her, how many unfamiliar faces blur together under the neon glow.

She lets her eyes follow Paige for a moment, watching the way she moves—easy, fluid, like she belongs here. She’s already talking to her teammates, her hands gesturing as she laughs at something one of them said. Azzi lets herself relax. She can wait.

And then—

“Didn’t take you for the type to come to these things.”

The voice is smooth, edged with amusement, and when Azzi turns, there’s a woman standing too close—tall, brunette, unfamiliar.

Azzi straightens, her shoulders tensing before she can help it. “I’m not.”

The woman smiles. “Then why are you here all alone?”

Azzi shifts her gaze, scanning the room for Paige. She’s about to tell this girl that she’s not alone, that her girlfriend will be back any second, but when she finds Paige, she’s laughing.

With someone else.

A worker, by the looks of it. Some girl in a black T-shirt, grinning too hard at something Paige just showed her on her phone. And Paige is eating it up, laughing just as much, her head tilting back, her hand brushing against the worker’s shoulder like it’s nothing.

What the fuck?

Azzi’s stomach tightens, instinct curling in her chest, but she swallows it down before it can become anything sharp. She’s not doing this. Not here.

So she breathes in. Exhales.

And then she turns back to the girl in front of her, schooling her expression into something lighter.

“You never answered my question,” the brunette says, tilting her head. “Why are you here?”

Azzi lifts a shoulder, gaze flickering down for just a second before she meets the girl’s eyes again. “Why are you?”

The brunette smiles, slow and knowing, and extends her hand. “Name’ Sophia. I play for the Aces.”

Azzi takes her hand, brief and firm. “Azzi.”

“I know,” Sophia says, her grip lingering just a second too long before she lets go. “I’ve seen you play.”

Azzi hums, noncommittal, before letting her gaze slide past Sophia’s shoulder, back to where Paige is—

Watching.

Their eyes meet across the room, and Azzi can tell, instantly, that Paige has seen everything. The way Sophia leaned in just slightly. The way Azzi hadn’t immediately shut it down.

But instead of coming over, instead of pulling her usual hey, baby and wrapping an arm around Azzi’s waist, Paige smirks.

And then she pulls out her phone.

Azzi barely has time to process what that means before her own phone buzzes in her pocket. Her fingers hover over her phone as Sophia walks away to go get them drinks, her sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, disappearing into the crowd. Azzi exhaled slowly, the weight of the charade pressing against her chest. She glanced over to the other side of the room, where Paige was still leaning casually against the counter, her grin wide as the worker she was talking to laughed at something Azzi couldn’t hear. Paige didn’t look tense. Didn’t look bothered. Just relaxed, like she had the whole night ahead of her to charm whoever was in front of her.

But Azzi knew Paige better than that. The way Paige tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes flickering back to Azzi even while she smiled—it wasn’t nothing. Paige was watching her. Testing her.

Azzi bit her lip and unlocked her phone.

Azzi couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her chest this time. It was quick and soft, but it felt good. She slipped her phone back into her pocket just as Sophia reappeared, two drinks in hand and a bright smile plastered across her pale face.

“Miss me?” Sophia asked, stepping closer and offering Azzi one of the glasses.

Azzi took it with a polite nod, her eyes flickering back to Paige one last time. Paige was watching again,no surprise, her head tilted, her expression unreadable except for the faint smirk playing on her lips.

Azzi met her gaze evenly, raising the glass just slightly in a silent toast before turning back to Sophia.

“Not for long,” Azzi said smoothly, her voice steady as she let the weight of Paige’s stare roll off her shoulders. She took a sip of the drink and smiled at Sophia, keeping her expression just warm enough to keep the game going.

If Paige wanted to play games, Azzi could play too.

Sophia stepped in closer to Azzi, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the space between them. Her voice dropped as she leaned toward Azzi’s ear, her hand brushing lightly against Azzi’s arm. “Y’know,” Sophia murmured, “I don’t usually do this, but—”

Before she could finish, a firm tap on her shoulder interrupted the moment.

Sophia turned around, a touch of irritation flashing across her face as she asked, “Yeah?”

Standing there, towering over her by a good two inches, was Paige. The confidence in her stance and the sharpness in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t here for the bs. Paige didn’t say anything at first—just raised her eyebrow before muttering, “Excuse me,” and deliberately bumped past Sophia, sliding between her and Azzi.

Her hand found Azzi’s waist like it was second nature, her fingers pressing possessively into the fabric of her shorts. She leaned in close, her voice low but teasing as she asked, “You miss me?”

Azzi sighed, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink. “Not particularly,” she muttered, but she didn’t move Paige’s hand.

Behind Paige, Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise. She stood there for a moment, clearly trying to piece together what was happening. “Wait,” she said, looking directly at Azzi. “I thought you were here alone?”

Paige sighed dramatically, turning around with an exaggerated eye roll. “Damn,” she said, her tone thick with sarcasm. “You still here?”

Sophia’s mouth opened as if she was about to argue, but before she could get a word out, Paige cut her off smoothly. “Look, it’s obvious she’s not here alone. So why don’t you go ahead and find someone else to bother, yeah?”

There was a beat of silence before Sophia’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance. She glanced at Azzi one last time, waiting for her to say something, but Azzi simply raised an eyebrow, silently sipping her drink. Defeated, Sophia muttered something under her breath and walked away.

Once she was gone, Azzi finally turned to Paige, brushing her hands off her waist. “What’d you make my friend leave for?”

Paige scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked down at Azzi. “Yo friend? You ain’t want her to stay. C’mon now.”

“Whatever,” Azzi mumbled, shaking her head. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Paige’s lips curled into a mock pout as she stepped closer, pulling Azzi back in by her waist. “Aw, you seem jealous, baby,” she teased, her voice dropping into a playful drawl. “Was it ‘cus I was talking to her?”

“Fuck off, Paige,” Azzi shot back, trying to sound annoyed, but the faint blush creeping up her neck betrayed her.

Paige tilted her head, her grin widening. “Baby, I wasn’t even doing anything.”

Azzi scoffed, setting her drink down on the table nearby. “Yeah? Sure didn’t look like it. You were having a grand ole time, laughing your ass off.”

Paige’s grin softened into something more genuine as she leaned back slightly, her hands still firmly on Azzi’s waist. “Oh, that?” she said, her tone almost amused. “You mean when me and the bartender were talking about you?”

Azzi frowned, her confusion flickering across her face. “What?”

Paige chuckled, clearly enjoying herself. “She’s a fan, Azzi. She got so excited when she realized who you were. Said she’d been waiting all night to make a drink for the Azzi Fudd.”

Azzi blinked, her annoyance faltering. “What?” she repeated, quieter this time.

Paige’s smile turned softer as she continued, “She even showed me this old picture she had of you two as kids, y’all went to the same school I guess. You both had chocolate all over your faces. I couldn’t stop laughing, so I showed her one of mine from back then. It turned into a whole thing which kinda made me forget about our drinks.”

Azzi rubbed her face with her hands, a groan slipping out as guilt settled in her chest. “oh,” she muttered, dropping her hands to look up at Paige. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have,” Paige interrupted, but there was no bite to her words. She pulled Azzi closer. Now their chests were pressed together, and Paige leaned down, her lips brushing Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “You know I don’t want anyone else but you, princess.”

Azzi’s breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs. Paige was so close, her breath carrying the faint scent of mint and Shirley Temple, her Dior cologne wrapping around Azzi like a second skin.

Paige leaned back just enough to meet Azzi’s eyes, her voice low and deliberate. “I think I’ve made that clear, haven’t I?”

Azzi couldn’t do anything but nod, her hands instinctively gripping the front of Paige’s shirt for balance.

The corner of Paige’s mouth quirked up, her confidence radiating as she murmured, “Good.”

Azzi swallowed hard, trying to pull herself together. “Let’s go,” she said suddenly, her voice firmer than she expected.

Paige tilted her head, her grin turning mischievous. “Go where?”

“To the car,” Azzi replied, already pulling Paige’s hand to lead the way.

Paige followed without hesitation, the smirk never leaving her face as she let Azzi guide her.

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Azzi didn’t let go of Paige’s hand as they made their way through the crowd, her grip firm. She walked ahead, her pace steady, but there was an urgency in the way her fingers tightened around Paige’s. Paige followed with a smirk tugging at her lips, watching Azzi’s determination from behind, her ponytail swaying with each step.

When they reached the car, Azzi made her way to the passenger side, her hand still in Paige’s. Paige started to move ahead, her free hand reaching for the door handle. “Here, I got it—”

Before Paige could finish, Azzi spun her around, pinning her back against the car with surprising strength. The cool metal pressed against Paige’s back, but the heat of Azzi’s body in front of her erased it immediately.

Azzi didn’t waste a second. Her lips crashed onto Paige’s, her hands gripping the blonde’s hips as if anchoring herself. Paige’s initial surprise melted into something far more eager as she let out a quiet sigh, her hands instinctively finding their way to Azzi’s waist.

Azzi deepened the kiss, her fingers sliding to the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her closer as her tongue brushed against Paige’s lower lip before slipping into her mouth. Paige groaned into the kiss, her fingers tightening on Azzi’s hips before sliding lower.

“Damn,” Paige mumbled against Azzi’s lips, her voice slightly breathless. Her hands gripped the curve of Azzi’s ass through her shorts, and Azzi gasped softly in response, her breath hitching before muttering, “Fuck.”

Paige chuckled against her mouth, her fingers pressing more firmly as she whispered, “What’s that, princess?”

Azzi didn’t answer, too caught up in the way Paige’s soft lips moved against hers. Her voice came out as a broken mumble between kisses, “P…need you,” her words trailing off as her teeth grazed Paige’s bottom lip, her tongue following close behind.

She broke the kiss, her breath heavy as she looked up at Paige, lips swollen and slightly parted. Paige smirked, the glint in her eye making Azzi’s heart pound harder and her core wetter. The blonde leaned in, brushing her lips against Azzi’s ear, her voice low and teasing.

“Tell me, princess,” Paige murmured, her hand still gripping Azzi’s waist, keeping her firmly against the car. “How bad do you need it?”

Azzi swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on Paige’s shoulders. Her big, doe-like eyes met Paige’s, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip before she answered softly, “So bad.”

Paige licked her lips, the corners of her mouth curling into a wicked smile as she tilted her head. “Yeah?” she teased, her voice dripping with control. “Lemme make sure.”

Azzi’s brows furrowed in confusion, her breath hitching as Paige’s hand slid from her ass to the front of her shorts. Paige’s fingers unbuttoned them, slipping beneath the waistband and pushing past the thin fabric of Azzi’s underwear.

The moment Paige’s fingers brushed against her, Azzi’s eyes widened, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She instinctively pressed her forehead to Paige’s shoulder, her entire body shivering as the blonde’s fingers explored her slick heat.

“Fuck..,” Paige muttered, her lips brushing against Azzi’s temple as her hand moved slowly. “You’re so wet.” Her voice was low and heavy, sending a shiver down Azzi’s spine. “Why’s that, huh?”

Azzi let out a shaky breath, gripping the back of Paige’s shirt as if to steady herself. “Because of you,” she mumbled, her voice breaking slightly as she fought to keep her composure. Paige tilted her head, her smirk deepening as she pressed her palm more firmly against Azzi’s clit, making the brunette gasp sharply. Paige’s voice was low, her breath tickling Azzi’s ear as she asked, “Who?”

Azzi’s fingers curled tighter around the fabric of Paige’s shirt, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat, her lips trembling.

“P-Paige,” she finally stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck… P-please, I need it.”

Paige’s smirk only grew, the sound of Azzi’s desperate plea sending a rush of heat through her. Without saying a word, Paige slid Azzi’s underwear to the side, her fingers finally feeling her completely.

“Shit,” Paige groaned, her head dropping slightly as she leaned closer. The slickness she felt against her fingers made her chest tighten, and she couldn’t help but let out a low, satisfied moan. “God, baby,” she muttered against Azzi’s lips, the words barely audible as she pressed a searing kiss to her mouth.

Azzi whimpered into the kiss, her hands sliding up to grip the back of Paige’s neck, holding her closer as her knees threatened to give out. Paige didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, groaning again as Azzi’s hips shifted slightly against her hand.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Paige murmured against her lips, her voice dripping with both desire and satisfaction. “All for me, huh?”

Azzi could only nod frantically, her breath hitching as Paige’s fingers moved in tight circles on her, each touch igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. “Only for you,” she whispered, her voice breaking, as her eyes fluttered shut. Paige smirked into the kiss as she rubbed azzis clit faster, fingers sliding up and down her wet making Azzi moan into her mouth, her soft sounds vibrating against Paige’s lips and only spurring her on.

Azzi’s hands gripped Paige’s shoulders tightly, her breathing uneven as she tried to form words. “P-Paige,” she gasped, her voice shaky. “W-what if someone c-comes out?”

Paige chuckled lowly, brushing her lips against Azzi’s ear as she whispered, “Don’t worry about that, baby. No one’s coming. Just… fuck—” she groaned, moving her fingers faster and Azzi closer, the heat and wetness making her head spin. “You feel so fucking good.”

Azzi whimpered, her head falling forward onto Paige’s shoulder as her legs wavered. But Paige wasn’t about to let her go anywhere. Her other hand gripped Azzi’s waist firmly, keeping her pressed against the car as she dipped two fingers deep inside her without warning.

Azzi gasped sharply, her head snapping back as her lips parted in a soft cry. “Oh my god,” she whispered, her nails digging into Paige’s shirt as her body shuddered against her.

Paige’s lips curled into a satisfied smile as she watched Azzi’s reaction, her own breath hitching as she felt how tightly Azzi gripped her fingers. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She leaned closer, brushing her lips along Azzi’s jaw before whispering, “You’re so tight, fuck. Taking me so good mama.”

Azzi tried to respond, but all that escaped her lips was a broken moan as Paige began to move her fingers, slow and oh so deep . Her hips instinctively bucked forward, and she squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of Paige’s fingers.

“Look at me,” Paige demanded softly, her free hand tilting Azzi’s chin up so their eyes met. The intensity in Paige’s gaze made Azzi’s stomach flip, and her lips quivered as she tried to hold back another moan.

“P-Paige,” Azzi whimpered, her breath hitching again as Paige curled her fingers just right, hitting that same spot Paige was always so good at finding. “F-fuck… please.”

“Please what?” Paige teased, her voice a low rasp as she leaned in, her lips grazing Azzi’s. “Tell me what you need, princess.”

Azzi’s head tilted back against the car, her lips trembling as she gasped, “Need to cum.. Please, I—”

Paige cut her off with a deep kiss, her fingers moving faster now, her thumb rubbing tight circles on Azzis puffy clit, each motion making Azzi’s soft cries grow louder despite her attempts to stay quiet. Paige smirked against her lips, knowing Azzi was losing the battle of keeping herself composed. Paige could feel her tightening around her fingers, the brunette’s body trembling against her as her breathing grew uneven. Paige smirked, her lips brushing along Azzi’s jawline as she whispered, “You’re so close, aren’t you, baby?”

Azzi whimpered, her nails digging into Paige’s shoulders as her hips rocked forward, chasing the building orgasm. “Y-yeah,” she gasped, her voice shaky and breathless.

Paige pressed a kiss just below Azzi’s ear, her fingers moving faster, deeper, as she tilted her head to murmur, “C’mon, Az come on my fingers. You’ve been so good—so damn good. I wanna feel you.”

Azzi moaned, the sound desperate and needy as her head fell forward onto Paige’s shoulder. Her thighs trembled, and she could barely hold herself up as Paige’s words pushed her closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Paige encouraged, her tone low and soothing, though there was a roughness in it that only fueled Azzi’s need. “You feel how good you’re doing? I’ve got you.”

Azzi whimpered again, her grip on Paige tightening as her breathing hitched. “P-Paige,” she stuttered, her voice breaking. “I—oh my god—I’m—”

“Y’gonna come for me, aren’t you?” Paige murmured, her breath hot against Azzi’s skin. She pressed her thumb hard against Azzi’s clit, rubbing in time with her thrusts as she added, “Come on, baby, give it to me”

Azzi’s eyes squeezed shut, and her body went taut as a sharp cry escaped her lips. Her climax washed over her in waves, her hips bucking as Paige held her firmly, coaxing her through it with soft murmurs.

“There you go,” Paige whispered, slowing her movements but keeping her fingers inside Azzi, riding out every shudder and tremble. “You’re so perfect, baby. So fucking perfect.”

Azzi sagged against Paige, her forehead pressed to Paige’s neck as she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still trembling slightly, and she let out a soft, shaky laugh. “You’re too good at that,” she whispered weakly, her voice muffled against Paige’s skin.

Paige chuckled, sliding her hand out gently and holding Azzi close. “I know ,” she countered, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s temple. “C’mon, let’s get you in the car before someone really does come out here.”

[rosylix143]

you can call me rosy ♡°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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hello everyone!! my name’s rosy, and welcome to my little blog here.

pronouns: she/her, age: 21, skz biases: felix and jeongin mainly but also ot8 <3

here is where i’ll be writing my fanfics, and it’ll mostly focus on stray kids since they’re my pookies for life but i’ll write for other fandoms if i feel like it.

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rules:

i’ll probably write mostly fluff, since i’m not confident in my smut writing skills lol. but if the content includes mature themes or anything suggestive, i’ll be explicit about it, so minors do not interact with this blog.

this blog is supposed to be a safe space, so any racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, or anything hateful is not tolerated at all.

please do not steal, repost, copy any of my content. that’s not very noice, so don’t do it. otherwise, i will block you. you are ofc free to reblog my work but reposting it is a big no.

if you don’t like my content, just scroll away or block me.

feel free to chat with me. i love talking with other stays so much :3333

that’s all the rules for now. hopefully we can all have fun here <3

[jessythebunny]

🚂 Ttte Oc's 🚂

From left to right

🩵°•Jenny•°🐰

🩵Jenny is a Moroccan engine, she was build in 1930 (in my AU), and she came to sodor in 1987, and she's the number 58 tank engine

🩵Jenny works in the railway by taking the mail train with Percy, they really love to work together and she's Percy's female best friend

🩵She also in her human form, she can turn into a human bunny engine, or a normal humanised engine according to her will, but she prefers to transform into a human bunny because she loves bunnies

🩵Jenny is innocent in front of others, but when she is alone, she performs devilish acts that even Satan himself could not think of, and she always causes confusion and delay

🩵she loves collecting flowers with Rosie, and distributes them to others, and she works also as an Easter engine and her job is distributing the Easter eggs and chocolates around the stations

🩵She doesn't have any interest in love at the moment, but she really simps for James, and she loves teasing him, he's cute when he's angry, Gordon can't help but giving her solutions to calm him down, and she loves to call him some cute nicknames like Jams or cherry pie or nom noms

🩵she's Mia (@miasonyson )'s best friend, and they spend their time by chatting with echother for hours, or drawing, and many things, she's close with Duck and Oliver, and she wished to be their adopted daugther, she loves playing with Toad and Skiff in the beach, and she wants to be really useful like Thomas

💚°•Creater•°✏️

💚this is just me in real life, I'm Hiba (aka Jessy the bunny) I'm the controller who's running this silly railway AU, and I'm responsable in these humanised engines, and I'm the one who gives them the orders or tell them what to do,They call me "the emo controller" because of my gloomy personality so I guess I deserve to be called by that, The human engines have to be useful or I'll smack their asses

🖤°•Mia•°🎧

🖤character made by @miasonyson

🖤Mia is an American engine who came from America to Sodor to start a new life in there, she's a young adult and she is 23 years old

🖤In fact, Mia is a vampire and loves drinking blood, Sometimes she loses control and can drink all of that person's blood and kill him

🖤Mia has a dirty mind, and when she hear someone's moaning in pain or sickness or something, she thinks about something nasty. ngl me either have the same problem

🖤Mia has a massive crush on Murdoch, and her normal Oc has a crush on Aiden (her oc)

🖤She's getting too lazy at work, and she tries as hard as she can to escape from working, but sometimes when she escapes, the controller finds out about her and she get insulted

🖤She's addectid to Odetari's songs, she finds his songs fire

🖤she's really a huge fan of pizza just like Jenny, Hide the pizza from them!!!

🖤She's close with Thomas, Percy and Rosie and she loves to be a mother for them, she finds Diesel 10 an asshole but cool at the same time, She likes to attend Lady's magic lessons

💛°•Marina•°🧜🏻‍♀️

💛she's the sodor resident fish woman™️

💛Marina came to Sodor but she was unconscious because her wrists were cut by a ship's propeller while she was diving on her way there, She was in a hopeless situation

💛She has a massive crush on Skiff, Because he was the only one who helped and comforted her, and he was the first to see her human form after a long discussion that took place between them, and he also told her that he could transform into a rail boat and he's not actuelly a human

💛Marina suffers from severe anxiety for her life, because there are fishermen trying to catch her and kill her, so she tries not to appear much on the island to avoid any harm, and she makes sure to wear her clothes on

💛Marina is an orphan of parents, and she really hopes that she will have a sister, because she was the only one for her parents and she was feeling lonely because of that, and her parents did not allow her to swim outside the water because of the presence of the fishermen, but unfortunately her parents died because they were stubborn, and for this reason Marina suffers from axiety

💛she loves spends her time with Duck and he's her best friend, and also with Oliver and Toad, especially Toad, she would do anything for him, also close with Donald and Douglas and she treats them like her brothers, She doesn't hate Diesel 10 and she treats him very nicely, but she hates Diesel because of his rudeness, She also spends time with some female engines like Emily and Rosie and Mavis and Molly, And also close with Thomas and Percy and she plays the role of a mother to them and ensures that no disaster occurs on their part

[prkwook]

CUPID 💌🏹

IN WHICH our cast plays cupid for their loser (endearingly) friends who can’t seem to take their own relationship advice.

CHAPTER 002. sneaky little tax evader (smau + written) 🎧

“HI!” you greet the boy that you’ve been not-so-secretly eyeing for the past hour and a half.

“Hi!” he smiles. you internally melt and almost don’t notice the hands belonging to the boy in front of you that are giving you a book to check out. He doesn’t break eye contact once. Usually, that would be a little odd and would kind of sketch you out but there’s just something about his big brown eyes that makes you feel safe.

“Will that be all for you today?” you ask. You’re the one to finally break eye contact, but only to quickly look down so you can locate the barcode and scan it. Your eyes graze over the cover, “The Crisis of the 3rd Century? Interesting choice…” You must have a quizzical look on your face because he laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound you think you’ve ever heard. 

“I know. It's one of my favorite things to whip out at trivia night. No one ever sees it coming! First, it’s the Quadratic Formula … easy peasy … and then Boom! It’s the near collapse of Ancient Rome! Well, that and the fact that Henry David Thoreau committed tax evasion. Multiple times.” 

“Oh my gosh, no way… no one ever knows about that! Every time I reference it, my friends think I'm some sort of nerd. Not that you’re a nerd or anything.” you could’ve rambled on and on but a thought pops up and stops you in your tracks. “I'm sorry, I just have to ask. Exactly how often do you think about the Roman Empire, and I’m not talking about The Gladiator (2000) with Russell Crowe all oiled up Roman Empire. I’m talking like actual Roman Empire?”

“Trust me … you don’t want to know. “ the pretty, brown haired boy replies while trying his best to look serious. It doesn’t work though because a few seconds later, he bursts into the same laughter as before and you swear your world stops for a second. All you can do is pray that he doesn’t hear your heart about to beat right out of your chest. In an attempt to hide your rosy cheeks, you look away from him and towards the register which now displays his total. 

“Your total is going to be $15.89 today, cash or card?”

He pulls out a $20 from what seems to be an off-brand Lightning McQueen wallet and hands it to you. You take it, put it in the register, and give him back his change. He takes it from you with a smile that you’re convinced could bring world peace and drops all $4.11 into the tip jar sitting on the counter in front of you. He says “Have a good evening.” to which you reply “you too.” and watch him walk out the door, bag and cup in hand.

“Woah, your cheeks are redder than a tomato. Be honest, on a scale of 1 to 10, how down bad are you?” Taerae, your best friend, questions as he walks over from his post at Bluebird, the in-store cafe that sits right by the checkout and also happens to give him the perfect view of what just went down.

You sigh and dramatically place a hand to your forehead as if you’re swooning. “I fear I’m in love and I don’t even know his name.”

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Masc Ball joint doll ' Star 's Choice ' for Anon. Ngl were probably going to form this one ourselves so its a little- bias ig hehe

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「 ✦ Base ID ‘ s ✦ 」**

╰┈➤ names : Angelo , Vincent , Snow , Calder , Arbor , Asher , Linus , Finch , Sullivan , River ,

╰┈➤ ****Pronouns : he/him , it/its , xe/xem , doll/dolls , day/days , h♢/h♢m , lost/losts , book/books , odd/odds , pillow/pillows , plush/plushies , cloud/clouds , vers/verses ,

╰┈➤ Titles : Other Dimensional Doll , ⌞ prn ⌝ who lives in the pages , ⌞ prn ⌝ who feels eternally , The Soft Dancer , Pillow Boy ,

╰┈➤ Genders : demiboy , femmasc , femboy , plushgender , interestspike , nonbinary , mascbluic , biolumistarric , cloudic , blue-idolic , bluecoloric , interestspike , ficticomfic

╰┈➤ Orientations : Achillean , MLM , gay , autoplushophile , plushophile , clothophile , objectum , achiphilia , fictozoophile ,

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ other id ‘ s ๋࣭⭑ ꩜ ˎˊ˗

☾ Cis - doll ; ball jointed doll , ageless , other dimensional being , soft-spoken , autism , germaphobe , hopeless romantic , hyperemotional , sensitive , albino , changing eye colors ( changes from brownish/gold to blue at random ) , Tumblr user , ao3 user , aracial ; British + European presenting / raised , rosy cheeks ,

⟡ Trans - species ; demon + human + object head (book / plush head) , occupation ; librarian , dancer ( ballett ) , internet obsessed , Race ; Korean + KIdol , rich , time ; permaday + permanight , Perma virtual reality , transge ; perma- young adult , trans-fanfic-famous

ᯓ★ 「 ✦ Roles + Alter Functions ✦ 」. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

dysphoria holder , attraction holder , memory manager , gatekeeper , memorative , daydreamer , fandom keeper

Calder’s role in the system is to withhold memories + feelings surrounding gender, love, and attraction when needed. If it is causing to much stress given other situations ( school, work, mental or physical help, social + familial, etc ) then h♢ will step in and remove the situation ( stop the body + other alters from feeling the emotions or even having them at all . ) Book either erases the attraction entirely , or turns it into a

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Favorite colors : Blue, white, black, grey, light pink

is currently dating his jacket ( the black jacket seen in the faceclaim ) . It’s name is Smoke and char goes by he/it/char/sew prns . Angelo has been dating Smoke for many years, and xe sewed Smoke all by lostself .

hobbies + interest : masculine fashion , sewing dancing , music ( kpop , lofi , classical , folk music , generaly chill music , music with no lyrics ) , fanfiction , pillows + sleeping , libraries , books ( reading + writing + making all kinds of books ) , makeup ( looking at + doing ) , asmr , Internet ; fandoms ( kpop , M/m fic spaces , doll customization like Hexitan and Dollightful )

His room in headspace is a large bedroom with Asian and Korean influence. It is themed with his favorite colors, with some trinkets of other headmates scattered about. He has a computer where he writes the fanfic on, a large circular bed with cloudlike pillows next to a large window on the leftmost wall, and a door to a grand bathroom. There are two large shelves where many different books and CDs are stored.

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aesthetic hoard

[tubatututuz]

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🎧 intro!! 💮

rosie || minors dni!! (nsfw, etc blog) || txt (majority of my works will be abt txt), bp, skz, twice, etc!

pronouns : she/her 🫧 | english is also not my first language!! so if something i say doesn’t make sense please correct it!!

this is my first post (other than the other posts ill be writing in the future) i can write for the groups i mentioned and more!

i recently joined tumblr!! so if im doing anything wrong please correct me as im still getting used to this 😭!!

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blog guidelines

i will not be writing fics between idol x idol

i draw the line at requests that mention rape, mental illnesses, odd kinks (such as piss kink, etc), mentions of abuse, etc, etc!!!

As of now i’ll only write for male x f!reader, because i don’t want to get anything misunderstood!! but ill try my best for female x f!reader !!!

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🧴- fluff

🎐- angst

💿 - smut

🩰 - suggestive

TXT (Tomorrow X Together)

11:43 PM | C.YJ 💿

thigh riding with taehyun 💿

himbo!soobin 💿

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SKZ (Stray Kids)

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Twice

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BP (BlackPink)

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thank you so much for reading!!! ill be uploading my first few works later on!

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[alphabetboyluvr]

ok i’m back.

“his forever home painting his childhood home”

EXCUSE ME WHAT??????? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME??2!-?$:@-;?

stop making me fall in love with this man, i’m feeling tormented.

you told me to catch up BUT AT WHAT COST??? HUh??2?2? EXPLAIN TO ME!!!

if i recall correctly you said i’d be NICE! (technically it is but that’s not the point right now so anyways) IS PLAYING W MY HEART NICW TO YOU????????????? i’m like seconds away from exploding…

this is sick work.

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ok so i’m updating these notes in real time and wow this story just gets better and better.

there are real tears in my eyes as i’m typing this. light by wave to earth came on and is now playing in the background. now whenever i listen to the song it will bring me back here. but you probably love that don’t you😭 JUST TAKING OVER MY LIFE!!!!

it’s the ass crack of dawn and i need to STOP or else i’ll find a way to teleport myself into this story.

excited but also equally terrified to see what the other chapters have in store.

🎧💌 sending love

p.s. love that you mentioned love, rosie and i think i saw you comment about normal people somewhere? you’ll literally so real for that. both have been incredibly life changing for me so feeling v connected to u.

also LOVE that ur a pisces🫂

mkay bye talk soon xx

welcome back!!!

ooooo isn't bd jk just the most romantic little fucker known to man? I fear i have excelled too well with him! no real man can compare!

it's funny you mention this, wave to earth are bd!jk's fave band he he. i decided on it literally a few chapters into the story, and so for that to be a song that reminds you of bd??? it's perfect!!

im currently writing for bd as we speak and it's sooooo cute :( but i am about to add a little roadblock in their way just because of who i am as a person lol

love, rosie and normal people altered my brain chemistry in such a deeply personal way. those who get them..... yeah. we're so deserving of a love like bd!jk!!!!

also... i fear you have been scammed!!!! i am a Capricorn </3 - but I'm a pieces rising he he (and am v pisces adjacent, if u ask me (we don't talk about my gemini moon.............))

hope you keep enjoying the story!! have a lovely day!!!

[aew-regression-cove]

.° ༘🎧⋆🖇˚ෆ. Miscellaneous Show Masterlist

• (🎁 = gifts for friends)

Caregiver Rosie Headcannons — (Hazbin Hotel.)

Caregiver Jefferson/Mad Hatter Moodboard — (Once Upon A Time.)

(working on a suited banner)

[jumpingjoolie]

Me and my bestie had this recent idea to make mlp ocs and just have them dating lol. Here’s the lore to them-

The gray pony is named Adeline Mary Rose but just goes by Rosy

The brown emo pony is named Caramel Kisses but prefers Monster cause she’s cool like that

Rosy is a royal pony in equestrian that lives in the crystal kingdom castle. She’s not a very known royal but she lives with princess Cadence since they’re distantly in the same bloodline. Rosy at 19 y/o started to develop attitude problems, and because her parents want to her act like a proper royal, they sent her to her distain relatives that live commonly. Rosy is cousins with Derpy, so they send Rosy to Derpy’s farm. For a while Rosy worked with Derpy in the newspaper shop, and she accidentally gave someone the wrong package. She went back to retrieve the package so she could rightfully give it to the owner, but in doing so Rosy found out that she gave the package to this unfamiliar pony that happened to go by the name Monster.

They laughed at the idea of Rosy’s silly mistake, and together they delivered the package to its rightful owner. This package was delivered to Pinky Pie, and she gave both Rosy and Monster sweet treats as a thank you. This is how Rosy made her first best friend in Ponyville! Over the time though they learn about each other and start to bond more than what regular friends do, and try understanding their feelings that develop for one another. Soon enough Rosy brings Monster to her homeland in the royal castle to meet her family. And on a romantic sunset near the window ledge, Rosy proposed the idea of the two being girlfriends, and Monster happily said yes!

They then live happily ever after 🩷🫧🎧

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[rosemariiaa]

~Snowed In, Wished Out~

˖˙ ᰋ ── pairing: Paige x Azzi

˖˙ ᰋ ── rosie’s note: hii, “little” xmas fic this is actually long asf sorry i got carried away. i really liked writing this one, it’s a little different but soo cute tehee. happy reading lovelies 💌

˖˙ ᰋ ── themes: fluff, language, sexual innuendo, alternate universe

enjoy!!!

I slam the trunk of my Jeep shut, the bags packed and ready for our weekend getaway. I glance over, watching Azzi come down the stairs in her Christmas plaid pajamas, that damn unicorn neck pillow hanging from her neck, and her pink bookbag slung over one shoulder. Her curls are wild, messy, but somehow she still looks so damn beautiful it’s impossible not to stare.

I shake my head, trying to pull myself together before she catches me looking. “You were taking forever. Are we gonna go or what?” I call out to her, tossing the last bag in the trunk and slamming it shut.

Azzi smirks and shrugs as she walks toward the car, that pillow bouncing with each step. “You’re lucky I even let you drive me to the cabin,” she teases, dropping her bag into the backseat and sliding in.

I can’t help but laugh as I move to the driver’s side. “Yeah, sure. You’re just lucky I’m not making you carry all the bags after all the complaints you’ve been giving me.”

Azzi kicks her feet up onto the dash once she’s settled in, grinning. “Psh, you’re lucky I’m even going with you. It was your idea.”

I raise an eyebrow as I slide into the driver’s seat. “Mhm, sure. That’s what they all say.”

Azzi turns to me, a smirk pulling at her lips. “Oh, all your little girlfriends? You say that to them too?” she teases, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

I roll my eyes, trying to keep my composure. “Mcht, you’re impossible.”

She just laughs, leaning back in her seat, clearly enjoying getting under my skin.

The moment I start the car, there’s this weird, heavy silence between us. We’re both trying to act like everything’s normal, but I can feel the tension thickening the air, the kind we only ever get when it’s just the two of us. I glance over at Azzi, and she catches me, of course, with that teasing grin of hers. I roll my eyes, trying to keep my focus on the road, but my gaze keeps drifting back to her.

“You’re staring mighty hard, huh?” Azzi’s voice is light, but I can hear the mischief in it. She turns her head, her eyes glinting at me. “Can’t blame you though. I do look pretty cute today.”

I bite back a laugh, shaking my head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to get me to wreck this car.”

Azzi shrugs, leaning back in the seat and playing with the neck pillow like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

“Yeah, you wish,” I mutter, though the smile on my lips betrays me.

I keep my eyes on the road this time, but even with my focus there, I can feel her eyes still on me. I can feel the tension creeping up between us, that familiar pull. We’ve been dancing around it for so long, I swear sometimes I wonder if one of us will finally make a move. But not yet. Not today.

Two hours Later…..

I pull into the gas station, the engine cutting off as I park beside the pump. Azzi’s practically passed out in the passenger seat, head against the window, looking way too adorable for someone who’s been complaining for the last hour.

“Stay awake, ma,” I mumble under my breath, shaking my head as I get out of the car to pump the gas.

Azzi stirs, yawning, and stretches her arms above her head. “I am up and fine,” she mumbles, sounding like she’s anything but that. She pushes open the door, stepping out of the car, her plaid pajama bottoms dragging a little as she stretches.

“I’m gonna grab a snack, you want anything?” she asks, her voice still groggy.

I don’t even look up, focused on the gas meter. “Gum and blue Gatorade please,” I respond automatically, watching the numbers climb.

Azzi nods and starts walking toward the store but stops, turning back to me. “You got your wallet?”

I pause, staring at her, confused. “You’re seriously asking me that now?” I mumble, but she’s already waiting with her hand out. I roll my eyes, then pat the pocket of my sweatpants, pulling out my wallet. I toss it at her, trying not to smile at the way she looks at me with those big doey brown eyes.

“Thanks,” she says before heading toward the store, and I just stand there for a second, watching her walk off.

Once the gas is done, I lean against the car, checking my phone. A few minutes later, Azzi walks back out, arms full. One hand’s holding a bag of chips and candy, the other’s clutching my wallet. She walks up to me, handing it over without saying anything.

I look down at the wallet, then back at her. “How much was all that?”

Azzi shrugs, like it’s no big deal. “I don’t know, someone else paid.”

I blink, confused. “Someone else paid?”

“Yeah, some guy. He offered,” she says, popping a piece of gum into her mouth, like it’s nothing.

I’m still standing there, trying to make sense of it. “He just walked up and offered?” I repeat, jaw tightening.

Azzi looks back at me, completely casual. “Yep.” She shrugs again, grinning like she won something. “You don’t mind, right?”

I open my mouth to say something, but the words won’t come. I just stare at her, and she climbs back into the passenger seat, tossing another piece of gum at me before pulling out her phone.

I shake my head, climbing in after her, trying to ignore the slight irritation crawling up my neck.

We pull out of the gas station and back onto the road, Azzi sitting there with that smug, satisfied look like she didn’t just have some random ass dude paying for her snacks. She’s scrolling through her phone, one leg tucked up under her, completely unbothered.

I grip the wheel a little tighter, glancing her way. “You gon tell me what that guy said to you, or what?”

Azzi doesn’t even look up. “Not much. Just said I was cute and asked if he could pay for my stuff.”

My jaw tightens. “That’s all?”

“What else would he say, Paige?” she asks, finally glancing over with that sly smile that always makes me feel like I’m two steps behind her.

I scoff, keeping my tone light. “Dunno, ma. Maybe he asked for your number, too?”

Azzi laughs softly, her voice teasing. “You jealous or something?”

“Jealous?” I snort, shaking my head. “Nah. Just curious how you keep getting dudes to buy you snacks without trying.”

She tilts her head, studying me like she’s figuring out whether or not I’m being serious. “It’s called charm, Paige. Maybe you should try it sometime.”

“Charm, huh? That what you call it?”

“Yup.” She pops the “p” and goes back to her phone like we’re done here.

I shake my head, smirking despite myself. “You’re somethin’ else, Az.”

She hums, clearly pleased with herself, and we settle into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the Christmas playlist she put on earlier fills the car, and the glow from her phone lights up her face. Every now and then, I catch her staring out the window, her expression soft and peaceful.

About twenty minutes later, Azzi perks up again. “Hey, can we stop for coffee?”

I glance at her. “Didn’t you just load up on snacks?”

“Yeah, but coffee is different,” she says, grinning at me like it’s obvious. “I’m trying to stay awake so you’re not suffering alone.”

I roll my eyes but take the next exit anyway.

We pull into a drive-thru, and Azzi’s already leaning forward, her eyes glued to the menu. Her curls are starting to fall out of that messy bun, framing her face in a way that’s making it harder to concentrate on driving. She’s chewing on her plump bottom lip, muttering something about whipped cream, and I don’t even care what she’s saying because, damn, her side profile is something else.

“Okay, they’ve got peppermint mochas,” she says, practically bouncing in her seat. “You’re getting one, too.”

I snort. “Black coffee’s all I need, ma.”

“Black coffee’s all you deserve,” she mutters, a smirk tugging at her lips.

I shoot her a look. “Watch it.”

She giggles, leaning further toward me, her elbow brushing mine. “You’re no fun, Paige. Live a little.”

By the time we get to the speaker, I’m more focused on her than the order. I clear my throat. “Yeah, lemme get a peppermint mocha, extra whip, and a black coffee.”

Azzi’s already rolling her eyes as she sits back. “You better not mess up my whip. That’s the best part.”

“Relax,” I mutter, pulling forward. “It’s not that serious.”

When we get to the window, a woman with a bright smile takes my card. “Hi there! How’s your night going?”

“Good,” I reply, handing her the card.

“Bet it just got better,” she says, flashing a grin that lingers a little too long.

I glance at Azzi just in time to see her jaw clench. She’s staring straight ahead, but the slight narrowing of her eyes gives her away.

The woman hands back my card, her fingers brushing mine. “Have a great night,” she says.

“Thanks,” I reply, barely holding back a smirk as I drive off.

Azzi doesn’t say anything, but the tension is thick. I glance over. “What’s wrong, ma? Thought you liked charm.”

Her head snaps toward me, her eyes narrowing. “It’s only charming when it’s not wasted on drive-thru ladies.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Jealous?”

“Of her? Please,” she scoffs, but the way she crosses her arms and stares out the window tells me otherwise.

About an hour later, the city fades into snow-covered trees, and the roads get narrower. Azzi’s chatting now, telling me some story about Caroline and Yanna making fun of her unicorn halloween costume, and I can’t help but glance at her every now and then, the way her hands move when she talks, the way her laugh fills the car.

By the time we pull up to the cabin, it’s almost dark, and the windows are glowing with warm light. Snow blankets the ground, and the pine trees around us look like something out of a postcard.

Azzi unbuckles her seatbelt, pressing her nose to the window. “It’s so pretty,” she says softly.

“Yeah,” I agree, though I’m not looking at the cabin.

She catches me staring and smirks. “You’re gonna help me with my bags, right? Or is all that charm you’re always talking about just for show?”

I shake my head, laughing under my breath. “Get out the car, before I leave you here.”

Azzi’s laugh echoes as she hops out, and I follow, the cold air biting at my skin. This is gonna be an interesting weekend.

I park the Jeep in front of the cabin, snow crunching under the tires as the headlights illuminate the cozy log structure. The warm glow of lights from inside makes it look like a postcard come to life.

As soon as the engine cuts off, Azzi practically leaps out of the car. She runs ahead, sticking her tongue out to catch snowflakes, her curls bouncing as she spins in the cold air. She looks like a little kid, so carefree, and I can’t help but smile as I watch her.

“Azzi, grab a bag while you’re at it!” I call, shaking my head as I get out and head to the trunk.

“Nope! That’s your job,” she shouts back, laughing. Her voice carries over the crunch of snow beneath my boots.

I pop the trunk, pulling out her pink bookbag and one of the larger duffels. Glancing up, I see Azzi wandering toward the treeline, her hands shoved into her pockets, face tilted up to the sky.

I pause, leaning against the open trunk. The thought creeps in before I can stop it: Let this be the perfect Christmas. Let this be the year she’s mine. The perfect gift. Azzi, just… Azzi.

She turns back toward me, her cheeks flushed from the cold, her smile wide and unbothered. “You’re taking forever, Paige!”

I roll my eyes, grabbing the rest of the bags. “I’m carrying all your stuff, remember?”

Once I catch up to her, she’s already on the porch, brushing snow off her shoulders. The front door creaks open as we step inside, warmth enveloping us instantly. The cabin is quieter than I expected. No creaky floorboards, no howling wind, just a deep, peaceful silence broken only by the occasional crackle of the fireplace. It’s barely 7 p.m., but the exhaustion from the drive and the cold has settled into both of us.

Azzi stretches her arms above her head, her shirt riding up slightly. “So… nap first, hot tub later?” she suggests, glancing at me with a lazy smile.

I nod, suppressing a yawn. “Sounds like a plan.”

We grab our bags and head into the bedroom. There’s just one bed, but it’s not a surprise—this isn’t our first time sharing one. Still, it feels different now, and I can’t quite put my finger on why.

I pull out a white tank top and a pair of shorts, while Azzi digs around for her pink boxers and a Georgetown T-shirt. She holds it up, grinning. “You’re not gonna clown me for this, are you?”

“Not tonight, I’ll wait,” I say with a smirk, pulling on my tank top.

She rolls her eyes, tossing her clothes onto the bed. “You’re so generous.”

Once we’re changed, Azzi flops onto the bed first, wrapping herself in the soft blanket. I turn off the lights, leaving the warm glow of the fireplace to light the room.

Sliding in beside her, I make sure to keep some space between us. The bed isn’t small, but the air feels heavy, charged with something unspoken.

Azzi shifts, turning to face me. “Hey, Paige?”

“Yeah?”

She hesitates, biting her bottom lip. “Can we cuddle? I’m cold.”

Her voice is soft, almost shy, and it takes me a second to answer. I don’t say anything, though—words feel unnecessary. Instead, I scoot closer, sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She fits so perfectly, it’s almost too much to handle.

Azzi sighs contentedly, snuggling deeper into my hold. Her back is pressed against my chest, and her curls tickle my nose. The scent of her shampoo—something floral and sweet—fills my senses.

I stare at the ceiling, my arm draped over her. The warmth of her body against mine is distracting, her steady breathing calming yet unsettling all at once. My mind drifts back to the wish I made earlier, standing in the cold by the car.

Let this be the perfect Christmas. Let her be mine.

The thought loops in my head, over and over, until it’s all I can think about. I don’t know if wishes come true, but in this moment, with Azzi in my arms, I can’t help but hope.

Her breathing slows, and I realize she’s already fallen asleep. I press my cheek against her curls, closing my eyes.

The last thought that drifts through my mind before sleep takes me is simple but powerful. Please let this be the start of something real.

Next Morning: Alternate Universe

The morning light filters through the cabin’s curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Paige stirs, still half-asleep, her arm instinctively reaching out for warmth—only to find the space beside her empty.

She opens her eyes groggily, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. That’s when she notices Azzi sitting cross-legged on the bed, already dressed in her pink boxers and Georgetown T-shirt. Her hair is a wild mess of curls, and there’s an easy smile playing on her lips.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Azzi says softly, her voice warm and teasing.

Before Paige can fully process what’s happening, Azzi leans down and presses a kiss to her lips. It’s gentle but lingering, her hand brushing against Paige’s cheek as she pulls away.

Paige freezes, her eyes wide as saucers. “Uh—what was that for?”

Azzi’s brows furrow, and she lets out a laugh, sitting back on her heels. “What do you mean? I can’t kiss my girlfriend anymore?”

Paige’s heart stops. “Girlfriend?” she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper.

Azzi’s head tilts, her expression shifting from amused to slightly concerned. “Yeah? Girlfriend. You okay?” She leans forward, placing the back of her hand against Paige’s forehead like she’s checking for a fever. “Maybe you need to go back to bed. You’re sounding kinda crazy right now.”

Paige just stares at her, stunned into silence. Girlfriend?

Azzi shakes her head with a soft laugh and leans down to give her another quick peck, the scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her lips grounding Paige in a way that makes her head spin. “C’mon, get up. I’m starving, and you’re in charge of the eggs.”

She hops off the bed, her curls bouncing as she makes her way to the door. “Don’t make me come back in here and drag you out,” she warns with a grin before disappearing into the hallway.

Paige is left alone in the bed, her heart racing and her mind scrambling to catch up. She sits up slowly, glancing around the room like she’s expecting someone to jump out and yell, “Gotcha!” But the cabin is quiet, save for the faint sound of Azzi humming in the kitchen.

That’s when it hits her.

The wish.

Her wish.

Her breath catches in her throat as she remembers standing by the car, the cold air biting at her skin, and wishing with every fiber of her being that Azzi would be hers. And now… she is.

Paige runs a hand through her hair, her mind spinning. This can’t be real. Can it?

Paige sits on the edge of the bed, her hands gripping the sheets as her thoughts spiral. How is this happening? She glances around the room, her eyes catching the soft glow of the string lights Azzi insisted they bring, the small pile of their overnight bags near the door. Everything feels normal. Familiar. Except it’s not.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she replays the last few moments in her head. Girlfriend? The word echoes like a bell, loud and disorienting. She presses her fingers to her lips, where Azzi’s kiss still lingers.

She shakes her head, trying to make sense of the impossible. Last night, she’d been lying in this exact spot, holding Azzi close, thinking about the wish she made. A wish so desperate and earnest she could almost feel it in her bones. And now, it’s like the universe heard her plea and rewrote reality itself.

It feels weird—so weird it sends a chill up her spine. Like the world has tilted on its axis, and she’s suddenly stepped into an alternate universe. One where Azzi wakes her up with kisses and casually calls her girlfriend.

Not that she’s complaining. God, no. If anything, it’s exactly what she’s always wanted. Azzi is everything Paige has ever dreamed of, and now she’s hers? But it doesn’t make sense. There was no confession, no awkward “what are we?” conversation. No slow build-up. Just this—them—like it’s always been this way.

Her fingers drum nervously against her thigh as she takes a deep breath, trying to ground herself. But no matter how much she tries to rationalize it, her heart whispers the same thing over and over: The wish came true.

The thought sends a fresh wave of disbelief crashing over her. How could something so impossible just… happen? She glances at the door Azzi walked through moments ago, her voice still faintly humming from the kitchen.

Paige swallows hard. This isn’t just a dream. It feels too real for that. Too vivid. And yet, the strangeness of it all lingers, like an itch she can’t quite reach.

Am I in another universe? she wonders, her pulse quickening at the thought. It’s a crazy idea, but so is Azzi being her girlfriend out of nowhere. And what if this universe is temporary? What if it fades, or she wakes up, or worse, Azzi realizes something’s off?

Her stomach twists at the possibility. But then she remembers the way Azzi kissed her, like it was second nature. The way she smiled and teased her, like nothing in the world could be more normal.

A small, nervous smile tugs at Paige’s lips despite the chaos in her mind. Okay, fine. Maybe I’m in another universe. But if this is what it’s like? I’m not complaining.

She stands up, shaking off her unease, and heads toward the kitchen. Whatever this is, she’s not wasting it.

Paige stands at the edge of the kitchen, her breath catching at the sight of Azzi. The younger girl was at the stove, humming softly, her pink robe tied loosely around her frame as she flipped pancakes with a casual grace that made Paige’s chest tighten.

This was everything she’d ever wanted. Azzi. Here. With me.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and stepped forward, slipping her arms around Azzi’s waist from behind. Azzi froze for a moment before relaxing into the touch, tilting her head back slightly as Paige leaned down to kiss her hungrily.

Azzi chuckled softly against her lips, turning her head just enough to meet Paige’s kiss fully. Her hands moved to cup Paige’s face, holding her there for a moment before pulling back with a breathless laugh. “What’s gotten into you?”

Paige smirked, her eyes trailing over Azzi’s flushed cheeks. “Just taking advantage of my girlfriend privileges,” she teased, brushing her lips against Azzi’s jaw.

Azzi arched a brow, her laugh warm and melodic. “Oh, so you’re okay now? I was starting to think I needed to call a doctor earlier.”

“I’m fine,” Paige murmured, pressing a quick kiss to Azzi’s cheek before stepping back. “Better than fine, actually.”

Azzi gave her a knowing look but didn’t press further. Instead, she handed Paige the bowl of scrambled eggs she’d been working on. “Good. Then you can start on the eggs while I finish these pancakes.”

Paige took the bowl, grinning. “Yes, ma’am.”

The two of them moved around the kitchen in sync, a rhythm Paige hadn’t realized she’d been craving. It felt so natural, so easy. She set the table while Azzi finished plating the food, her heart hammering in her chest the entire time.

When they finally sat down, Paige tried to focus on her plate, but it was impossible. Azzi was sitting beside her, her curls falling loosely around her face, her smile soft as she buttered a piece of toast. She looked so effortlessly beautiful, so… hers.

Paige’s fork hovered over her plate, forgotten. Her eyes traced every detail of Azzi’s profile, from the curve of her nose to the way her lips pressed together in concentration as she carefully poured syrup over her pancakes.

“Are you gonna eat, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” Azzi asked suddenly, not looking up from her plate.

Paige blinked, startled. “Huh?”

Azzi turned to her, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve been staring at me this whole time. Not that I mind, but your food’s getting cold.”

Paige’s cheeks burned. “I wasn’t staring,” she muttered, stabbing at her eggs.

Azzi laughed softly, reaching over to nudge Paige’s shoulder. “Sure you weren’t.”

Paige glanced at her, her heart pounding. For a moment, she thought about saying something—about telling Azzi how surreal this all felt, how she’d spent years dreaming of moments like this. But she kept the words buried deep. If she said them out loud, everything could shatter.

What if Azzi didn’t believe her? Or worse, what if she did—and looked at Paige like she was some kind of madwoman? What if it ruined everything they had in this universe, this perfect little bubble where Azzi was hers?

Paige couldn’t risk it. Couldn’t risk losing Azzi, not when she finally had her.

Paige swallowed her thoughts, focusing on the fork in her hand instead of the beautiful girl sitting beside her. She’d made it this far without messing things up, and she wasn’t about to start now. They finished eating in comfortable silence, Azzi stealing bites from Paige’s plate as she cleaned up.

When Azzi pushed her chair back and stretched, her shirt riding up just slightly, Paige quickly looked away. But Azzi caught her, grinning mischievously. “Hot tub time?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “We just ate, ma. Shouldn’t we wait?”

Azzi pouted, her lips forming that little curve that always made Paige weak. “It’s fineee,” she pleaded, clasping her hands in front of her like she was begging. “Pretty please?”

Paige opened her mouth to argue, but Azzi wasn’t done yet. She leaned closer, her big brown eyes locking onto Paige’s with that soft, pleading look. “Pretty, pretty please?” Her voice was sweet, almost teasing, but the proximity made Paige’s face heat up.

“Y-you can’t just—” Paige stammered, her words cutting off when Azzi smiled and tilted her head. Paige sighed, already feeling her resolve slipping away. She gave a small nod. “Fine, fine. Hot tub it is.”

Azzi clapped, grinning as she grabbed Paige’s arm and pulled her toward the bedroom.

Inside, Paige went straight to her dresser, slipping into a blue bikini top and matching swim trunks. She turned around just in time to see Azzi standing in front of the open closet, looking adorably conflicted.

“I don’t know which one to wear,” Azzi said, holding up two bikinis. One was black, simple and sleek. The other was purple with tiny gold accents. She looked over her shoulder at Paige. “What do you think?”

Paige didn’t hesitate. “The purple one. Definitely.”

Azzi raised a brow. “You sure?”

Mhm.” Paige shrugged, smirking. “It’s my favorite on you.”

Azzi laughed softly, shaking her head as she turned away to change. “You’re so biased.”

“Maybe,” Paige teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. She tried to keep her eyes on anything but Azzi, but when the younger girl slipped into the purple bikini and turned around, Paige’s jaw almost dropped.

“Okay, what do you think?” Azzi asked, doing a playful twirl.

Paige leaned back, letting out a low whistle. “Gorgeous,” she said, her voice thick with sincerity.

Azzi blushed, waving her hand dismissively. “Stop it.”

“I mean it,” Paige pressed, her gaze lingering a second too long on Azzi’s toned stomach, the way the bikini hugged her curves just right, and how the purple made her skin glow.

Azzi smirked, noticing the way Paige’s eyes roamed. “Ready to go, or are you just gonna keep staring?”

Paige rolled her eyes, standing quickly to mask her embarrassment. “Let’s go, ma.”

They made their way outside to the hot tub, the cold air biting at their skin as steam rose from the water. Azzi slipped in first with a content sigh, sinking into the warmth. Paige followed, sitting across from her, the heat instantly soothing her muscles.

For a while, it was quiet. Peaceful. Paige leaned her head back, taking in the snow-covered trees around them and the faint hum of the jets. But then her gaze shifted back to Azzi.

Azzi had her eyes closed, her head tilted back as she let out a soft sigh of contentment. Her dark hair was damp, some strands sticking to her collarbone. Paige’s eyes roamed over her face, the curve of her jaw, her neck, and—she bit her lip, dragging her eyes away before they lingered too long.

It was like Azzi could feel Paige’s gaze because she opened her eyes and smirked. “What?”

Paige blinked, shaking her head quickly. “Nothing. You just look good,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

Azzi’s smirk grew. “Oh?”

Paige nodded, swallowing hard. “Mhm.”

Azzi leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hand. “Well, are you just gonna sit there, or are you gonna do something about it?”

Paige’s lips twitched into a smile before she laughed, the tension between them thick but playful. Without another word, she shifted through the water toward Azzi, her hands finding the brunette’s thighs and pulling her closer in one smooth motion.

Azzi gasped softly, her legs instinctively wrapping around Paige’s waist. Her arms looped around Paige’s shoulders, her fingers tangling in her wet hair. “Hm you’re very bold today,” she teased, her voice breathless.

“Just taking advantage of what’s mine,” Paige murmured, her voice low, her lips brushing against Azzi’s.

Azzi’s teasing smirk melted as Paige kissed her, slow and deliberate. Azzi cupped Paige’s face, deepening the kiss, her lips soft and warm against Paige’s own.

Paige’s hands slid to Azzi’s ass, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss grew hungrier, Paige’s tongue slipping past Azzi’s lips, earning a soft whimper from the brunette.

When Paige moved her lips to Azzi’s jawline, then down to her neck, Azzi’s breathing grew heavier, her hands tightening on Paige’s shoulders. “Paige,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Hearing Azzi say her name like that sent a spark through Paige, her lips lingering on Azzi’s neck for a moment longer before pulling back slightly, her forehead resting against Azzi’s.

“You’re unreal,” Paige murmured, her voice barely audible over the bubbling water.

Azzi shivered, her grip on Paige tightening. Paige’s lips found a sensitive spot on her neck, and she pressed a lingering kiss there before teasing it with her teeth. Azzi’s soft moan filled the air, her body arching into Paige’s.

The heat between them was overwhelming, hotter than the water around them, consuming them both. Paige could feel Azzi’s heartbeat against her, rapid and unsteady, mirroring her own. It wasn’t just the physical closeness—it was the way Azzi melted against her, the way her name sounded when Azzi said it like that.

Azzi pulled back just slightly, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear as she whispered, “You’re not playing fair.”

Paige chuckled lowly, her hands still holding Azzi steady. “Who said I was playing?”

—————

“Well,” Paige murmured to herself, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she stared at the ceiling. “You know what happened after that.”

Her cheeks flushed at the memory of the hot tub—Azzi’s touch, her soft beautiful sounds, the way she clung to Paige like she never wanted to let go. Paige didn’t think she’d ever felt so… whole.

Now, hours later, they were getting ready for bed. The day had been perfect: warm cuddles, soft kisses, laughter as they roasted marshmallows, and shared stories. Azzi had taken dozens of Polaroids, her eyes bright with mischief as she captured silly faces and the occasional kiss. Paige had watched her with a soft smile, cherishing every second.

Paige picked up a Polaroid from the nightstand, tracing its edges with her thumb. Azzi was smiling in it, holding up a s’more like a trophy. Paige’s gaze in the photo wasn’t on the camera but on Azzi.

“I love her,” she whispered, the words soft but heavy. “God, I love her.”

Yet beneath her happiness, doubt lingered. This life, as perfect as it seemed, didn’t feel entirely real.

The sound of the shower running brought her back to the moment. Paige closed her eyes, trying to shake the uneasy thought. Then, she heard it—a voice.

Her eyes snapped open, heart racing. “Hello?” she called out, her voice shaky. No reply. But then it came again, soft and insistent.

“Go to the balcony.”

Paige hesitated but stood, her steps cautious as she slid the door open and stepped into the cold. “Hello?” she called again. “Is anyone there?”

“Hello, Paige,” the voice said, clear and calm.

Paige frowned. “Hi? Who’s there?”

The voice didn’t answer her question. Instead, it asked, “Are you happy here, Paige? Happy that your wish came true?”

A smile tugged at her lips despite the unease. “Yes. Very happy. Thank you. But… can you come out now? You’re kinda freaking me out.”

The voice chuckled softly. “This wish can last as long as you want. Your life here, with Azzi as yours—your girlfriend. But remember, this is not truly real. It’s just a wish.”

Paige’s smile faltered. “What do you mean?”

“You have a choice,” the voice continued. “You can wake up tomorrow in the real world, with Azzi as your best friend. Or you can wake up here, with Azzi as yours.”

Paige’s chest tightened. “Whatever I think tonight… will happen?”

“Yes.”

The voice fell silent, leaving Paige alone with her thoughts. She swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. “Thank you,” she finally whispered, though she wasn’t sure it was heard.

“Paige?” Azzi’s voice called from inside, breaking the silence. “What are you doing out there? It’s freezing!”

Paige turned to see Azzi standing in the doorway, her damp hair curling against her shoulders, wrapped in her pink robe.

“Just… enjoying the view,” Paige said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

Azzi tilted her head but let it go. “Come to bed. It’s warm.”

Paige nodded, slipping back inside. As she slid under the covers, Azzi curled into her, her warmth grounding Paige even as her mind raced. The voice’s words echoed in her head, leaving her torn between two impossible choices.

—————

Paige stirred awake, soft Christmas morning light filtering through the curtains. Azzi was still curled against her, dark curls splayed across the pillow, her hand resting lightly on Paige’s arm. For a moment, Paige just lay there, her heart swelling. She’d made her choice last night, and she didn’t regret it.

Glancing at the clock—10 a.m.—she slipped out of bed carefully, trying not to wake Azzi. She tiptoed downstairs to the closet by the front door, pulling out the gifts she’d hidden for Azzi over the past few weeks. Stacking them neatly under the tree, she spotted the boxes labeled “For Paige, from Princess.” Shaking her head with a smile, she added those too, knowing Azzi had probably forgotten.

Satisfied, she admired the setup for a moment, the glow of Christmas lights reflecting off shiny wrapping paper. The joy of the moment filled her, but she knew she had something important to do today.

Upstairs, Azzi was awake, scrolling through Paige’s iPad. Sitting in bed in her oversized Georgetown sweatshirt, her dimples deepened as she focused. Paige leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the sight.

“Good morning,” Paige said, moving to sit beside her.

Azzi looked up, her smile warm. “Good morning.”

Paige smirked. “Just need to make sure I’m in the right world this time.”

Azzi blinked, confused. Before she could ask what Paige meant, the blonde leaned over and licked her cheek.

“Paige!” Azzi yelped, swatting her arm. “What is wrong with you?”

Grinning, Paige muttered, “Yep. Right world.” Then, louder, “Maybe I am crazy, but you like it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, laughing. “Merry Christmas, Paigey.”

“Merry Christmas, princess,” Paige said, grabbing Azzi’s hand and pulling her out of bed. “Come on. Time to open gifts.”

Azzi’s eyes lit up as she spotted the stack under the tree. “You set these all up?”

“Of course,” Paige replied, pulling her to the couch before Azzi could rush to grab anything. “But wait—I have something to say first.”

Azzi tilted her head, curiosity flashing in her eyes. “Okay…”

Paige exhaled, her heart pounding. “I love you, Azzi. Not just as my best friend but… more. So much more.”

Azzi’s eyes widened slightly, her smile softening.

“I’ve felt this way for years—since you came to UConn, maybe even before. But I was scared to say anything, afraid of ruining what we had. Last night, I made a wish, Azzi. I wished for a chance with you, and… here we are.”

Azzi stayed quiet, her gaze steady as Paige spoke.

“I prayed for this to come true because I couldn’t hold it in anymore. You genuinely mean everything to me, and I—”

Before Paige could finish, Azzi cupped her face, pulling her into a kiss. Paige’s eyes widened but quickly closed as she melted into it, her hands finding Azzi’s waist.

When Azzi pulled away, she rested her forehead against Paige’s. “I love you too, P. More than you could imagine.”

Paige blinked, her heart racing. “Wait… you do?”

Azzi laughed softly. “I’ve felt the same way for years. I was going to tell you on this trip, but you beat me to it.”

Paige chuckled, her forehead still against Azzi’s. “You were tired of waiting, huh?”

Azzi grinned. “So tired. But I’m glad it’s out now.”

“Well then,” Paige said, sitting back slightly, taking Azzi’s hands. “Azzi Fudd, will you pretty please be my girlfriend?”

Azzi rolled her eyes but laughed. “Of course, Paigey.”

They kissed again, slower this time, full of promise. When they pulled apart, Paige reached behind the couch, pulling out a velvet box.

“And now,” she said, opening it to reveal a delicate silver heart necklace, “your first official girlfriend gift.”

Azzi gasped, touching the pendant as Paige fastened it around her neck. “Paige… it’s beautiful.”

“Glad you like it,” Paige said, smiling. “If not, I’d have to return it and die of embarrassment.”

Azzi shoved her lightly, laughing. “Shut up. I love it. And I love you.”

She kissed Paige again, whispering, “I love you” between kisses.

Paige laughed softly. “You’re a good kisser.”

Azzi roles her eyes and grinned, her dimples on full display. “I know. Now can I open my other gifts?”

Paige gestured to the tree. “Go for it, princess.”

Azzi scrambled to the pile, tearing into wrapping paper with contagious excitement. Paige watched her, her heart full.

This wasn’t just a wish anymore. It was their reality. And Paige couldn’t wait to keep building it with Azzi by her side.

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Trying to cheer myself up as the next lockdown looms in germany ... and this book did succeed.

it was a nice upbeat murder mystery in a smalltown ! 

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~Just for you~

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚— rosie’s note: happy freak friday & valentine’s day babies!! today is the day to be nastyyyy, but i also like edging y’all🫦, idk if this is the best but i tried? happy reading lovelies 💌

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𐙚— themes: sexual content, sub!p, dom!azzi, language, nasty gfssss

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The apartment door slammed shut behind them, the sound of basketball shoes scuffing against the floor as Paige bounced in. “34 points! 34 points!” Paige yelled with glee, not letting go of her excitement as she hyped up her girlfriend, circling her like she was some kind of superstar. “Did you see those threes, Azzi? I told you you’d kill it today!”

Azzi, still catching her breath from the game, rolled her eyes with a grin. “Yeah, yeah, I was great. But aren’t you supposed to be heading back to your place?” She teased, grabbing a bottle of water from the counter.

Paige immediately slowed, a frown crossing her face. She reached out, pulling Azzi closer by the waist, resting her chin on her shoulder. “What? I thought I was stayin here tonight?” Paige’s voice dropped to a mock-whiny tone, practically clinging to Azzi.

Azzi chuckled softly but pulled away slightly, her hands finding the hem of her shirt. “Nope. You’re supposed to go home. No sleepovers tonight,” she said playfully.

Paige pouted, but she wasn’t giving up. “Please, Az, just tonight?” she asked, her voice almost too soft to resist. “C’mon, I’ll be good, I promise.”

Azzi shot a quick glance over her shoulder. “You’re really pushing your luck, but I guess you can stay…for now.”

Paige lit up, following Azzi into the bedroom like a lost puppy. Azzi sighed, walking to her dresser to pick out some fresh clothes. “I’m changing, so no peeking, kay?” she said, half-joking, half-serious.

“Can’t help it,” Paige replied, leaning against the doorframe, watching her girlfriend. Azzi was so beautiful, her hair falling in messy curls around her face as she began to strip off her sweat-soaked shirt and pants, leaving her in nothing but a sports bra and panties.

Paige’s gaze didn’t leave her. She leaned closer, her lips curling into a grin as she watched Azzi move with ease, taking in every inch of her body. Azzi turned around to grab something off the bed, catching Paige staring. “Why’re you such a creep?” Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

Paige grinned and pushed off the doorframe. “The queen is not a creep. Respect me,” she teased, but her voice was low and sultry. Azzi snorted at her, shaking her head before she bent down to toss her clothes into the hamper.

Paige’s eyes were glued to her girlfriend’s figure, and before she could stop herself, her hand reached out, delivering a quick smack to Azzi’s ass. Azzi straightened up quickly, rubbing the spot and glaring playfully over her shoulder.

“Really, P?” she asked with a soft laugh, though it didn’t hide the growing warmth in her chest.

Paige, grinning mischievously, reached forward, pulling Azzi toward her by the arms. “What can I say? That shit fat.”

Azzi chuckled, her breath catching when Paige squeezed her ass. She turned around, meeting Paige’s gaze with a smirk. “I see.” She bit her lip, her hands moving to Paige’s chest, teasing her for a moment before she let her fingers trail down to her hips. “You’ve got no shame, huh?”

Paige’s heart raced as she grinned, leaning in to kiss Azzi, slow and deep. Her hands slid lower, landing on Azzi’s ass again, this time giving it a firmer squeeze. Azzi gasped, her body pressing into Paige’s as she melted into the kiss. A soft moan slipped from her lips as Paige’s hands continued to explore, smacking her ass once more.

Azzi’s hips bucked into Paige’s touch, her body responding to the heat. “Paige,” she whispered, her voice needy but soft.

Paige smiled against her lips, her fingers moving to trace the waistband of Azzi’s panties. “You like that?” Paige muttered, her breath coming out in short bursts as her hands slid lower, teasing Azzi even more.

Azzi let out a soft groan, nodding. “Yeah, I like it,” she whispered. “I like when you touch me like that.”

Paige’s lips curled into a grin as she gently squeezed again, watching Azzi’s face flush with desire. “So fuckin hot,” Paige murmured, her voice husky with need.

Azzi met her gaze, her eyes dark and full of desire. “Paige,” she breathed, her hands moving to the back of Paige’s neck, pulling her in for another kiss.

Paige groaned in response, her hands still exploring Azzi’s body. She didn’t want to stop, not now, not when Azzi was so close, so ready for her. “Please,” Paige whispered, her voice breaking with need. “Pleas- Az, need you.”

Azzi pulled away just enough to catch her breath, looking at Paige with a soft smile. “You’ll get me, just be patient.”

Paige nodded quickly, her lips hovering near Azzi’s. “Kay,” she murmured, her voice dripping with desperation. “I’ll wait.”

Azzi ran her fingers through Paige’s hair, her touch gentle as she kissed her forehead. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice soothing, but laced with desire. “Just a little longer.”

Paige, still desperate but willing to listen, nodded. “Okay. Yeah mhm.”

Azzi presses another kiss to Paige’s lips, her fingers trailing down her side as she pulls back just enough to meet Paige’s eyes.

“Wanna shower with me?” she asks, her voice low and sultry, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. Paige nods quickly, eager to follow her, and they make their way to the bathroom. Azzi undresses first, starting the water, while Paige’s eyes linger on her, taking in the sight of her bare skin.

As Paige steps into the shower first, Azzi smacks her ass playfully, making Paige jump and turn around with a grin. “Bruh,” she laughs, but Azzi only giggles, shushing her as she moves past her.

“Get in so I can,” Azzi teases, sending a wink Paige’s way as they both stand under the hot water. Azzi grabs the loofah, lathering it with soap as she starts washing her body. Paige can’t help but watch, her eyes tracing the curves of Azzi’s figure, fighting the urge to do more than just stare.

Azzi catches Paige’s gaze in the mirror and raises an eyebrow, “Wanna bite?” she murmurs, her voice teasing yet firm.

Paige, still fighting the ache in her chest, remembers Azzi’s earlier request to be patient. She takes a breath, trying to hold back, but then she bites her lip and looks at Azzi, finally giving in.

“Fuck it,” Paige mutters under her breath, before pinning Azzi against the shower wall with a kiss. Azzi gasps softly but doesn’t pull away, instead her hands instinctively travel to Paige’s breast, fingers pressing softly into the fat.

Paige kisses her harder, mumbling against her lips, “Need you, Az. I can’t wait anymore, please.”

Azzi’s eyes flash with something darker, her lips curling into a smirk. “Shhh okay,” she whispers, holding Paige’s face gently, but firmly. “Gotta be quiet, baby. KK’s right in the other room, remember?”

Paige nods, biting her lip, but Azzi doesn’t let her off that easy. She presses a soft kiss to Paige’s forehead and then speaks again, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. “Y’gonna be good for mommy?” Azzi asks, one hand slipping to Paige’s waist, pulling her even closer. “Don’t want to hear a sound unless I say so. Got it?”

Paige, breathless, nods eagerly, her hands gripping Azzi’s waist as she kisses her neck, murmuring, “Yes, I understand.”

Azzi smiles softly, rubbing her thumb over Paige’s cheek, her lips brushing over Paige’s with a whisper of, “That’s my girl.”

Then Azzi’s fingers started roaming slow, teasing, almost experimenting with the way Paige reacted. She traced soft lines over her skin, light enough to make Paige shiver. The contrast of the warm water from the shower against their skin heightened every sensation, and Paige’s breath hitched as Azzi’s fingers continued their deliberate path. Every little touch, every brush of skin, made Paige’s pulse race, her body reacting to Azzi in a way she couldn’t control.

Paige closed her eyes, letting herself lose in the feel of it, but her hands still gripped Azzi’s body, as if grounding herself, as if trying to hold onto something real in the moment. Azzi’s lips pressed against Paige’s neck, kissing, biting softly in all the right places that made Paige’s breath catch.

Azzi’s hands roamed lower until they reached paige’s wet pussy, not because of the water, but because of Azzi. She started moving her fingers in small circles at first on Paige’s clit, just enough to draw out a low sigh from Paige’s throat. But with each passing moment, the pressure and pace increased, matching the growing heat between them. Paige gasped, her lips parted in a breathless moan, a soft sound that filled the space between them. Azzi pulled away from the kiss, her eyes catching Paige’s desperate gaze, watching her reactions, studying her every move.

“You like this, don’t you?” Azzi murmured softly, her voice low, but the hint of something teasing in her tone. She slid her hand lower teasing Paige’s entrance with her finger, sliding her finger tip in and out then moving it back up to her clit rubbing faster, feeling the tremble in Paige’s body, the way she tried to stifle her every breath. “Gotta be quiet for me, babe.

Paige nodded quickly, too caught up in the sensation to speak. The water from the shower sprayed over them, mixing with the heat of their bodies, and Paige’s mind was fogging up. Azzi’s fingers finally went inside Paige’s tight hole, not even bothering to thrust slowly allowing her to adjust to her finger, each stroke now faster than the last, her movements controlled, making Paige squirm with need. The gentle pressure of Azzis long fingers turned into something sharper, something that made Paige’s stomach tighten, the desire coursing through her too strong to ignore.

Paige couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Azzi,” she breathed out, her voice unsteady, as if she was trying to beg for more without knowing what to say. She wanted her, needed her, but the intensity was making it hard to think clearly.

Azzi’s fingers moved deeper curling up just right, the pad of her thumb pressing on on her bud just the right way, making Paige’s chest rise and fall faster. “Shhh,” Azzi whispered, her lips brushing against Paige’s ear, “I’ve got you. Just trust me, baby.”

Paige’s body shuddered under her touch, and she couldn’t help the way her hips jerked forward, trying to meet Azzi’s every movement. She tried to keep her voice steady, but it was difficult as her body betrayed her with every stroke. “Fuckkk baby,” Paige whispered, her words barely audible, barely coherent as she tried to control herself. “Don’t stop, Az. Please…”

Azzi’s eyes darkened, the satisfaction evident in the way her fingers continued their steady pace, drawing out every reaction she wanted from Paige, making her bite her lip so hard to keep quiet she almost drew blood from it. “I won’t stop, baby,” she promised, pressing her body closer, “y’gonna cum for me? Can you do that?”

Paige nodded, squeezing her eyes shut. The pressure Azzi was creating was more than she could handle, but she didn’t want it to stop. Azzi kept her in that dizzying place between pleasure and control, not giving her the relief she craved until Paige was right on the edge, her breath catching in her throat.

Azzi’s voice was a soft whisper, almost playful as she looked at Paige’s face, watching her unravel slowly. “Gotta be quiet” she whispered , her lips curling into a smile as she saw the desperate look in Paige’s eyes.

Paige could barely manage a nod, but the way her body responded, the way she clenched around Azzi’s fingers, told her everything Azzi needed to know. Paige wanted more—wanted her more—and Azzi would give it to her, but only if she was good.

Paige is still catching her breath when Azzi moves lower now removing her fingers out of Paige, her hands firm on her thighs as she kneels in front of her. She takes her time, letting her gaze linger on Paige’s throbbing clit, and her cubt clenching around nothing, drinking her in. Paige feels her face heat under the attention, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“Az,” she whispers, fingers twitching against the cool tile. There’s hesitation in her voice, like she’s already unraveling, like she isn’t sure she can handle more.

Azzi just hums, rubbing slow, soothing circles into Paige’s skin. “You’re okay, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

Paige shivers, her grip tightening where she’s bracing herself against the wall. “I—Az, I don’t know if—”

“You can,” Azzi interrupts gently, her voice warm, steady. Her lips brush over sensitive pussy, before she glances up, eyes locked on Paige’s. “Be good for me, yeah?”

Paige exhales shakily, nodding before she can think twice.

“That’s my girl,” Azzi says, smiling softly against her skin before finally giving in.

The first lick of Azzi’s tongue has Paige gasping, her body tensing, one hand flying to Azzi’s damp curls like she needs something to hold onto. Azzi doesn’t rush—she moves her tongue and mouth with purpose, firm but unhurried, like she has all the time in the world to pull Paige apart.

Paige lets out a choked sound, her head dropping back. “Azzi shittt—”

“Shhh,” Azzi soothes, squeezing her thigh, keeping her steady. “Gotta be quiet, baby.”

Paige bites her lip, nodding, but it’s getting harder to stay quiet, her breath coming in quick, uneven pants. Azzi doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, her tongue dipping in and out of Paige’s hole and running up and down her folds, her hands firm, grounding.

“Mommy,” Paige tries again, her voice smaller this time. “I—I’m—”

Azzi presses another kiss to her clit. “I know, baby,” she whispers. “I got you.” She then sucks Paiges now burning pink clit faster and harder as Paiges legs are no shaking against her, her wetness dripping onto Azzi’s. Making the younger girl moan against her cunt and lick it all up.

Azzi stands up, pressing a lingering kiss to Paige’s lips, “You were so good for me baby.” her voice softer now, their breaths mingling as they slowly come back down. She strokes a hand through Paige’s damp hair before stepping out of the shower first, reaching for a towel.

The second her back is turned, Paige smacks her ass, the sound echoing through the small bathroom.

Azzi jolts, whipping around with a glare. “Ouch, you’re gonna leave a bruise,” she huffs, rubbing the spot.

Paige steps out, completely unbothered, a lazy grin on her face. “Good,” she says, reaching for a towel—only to realize there isn’t one for her.

She frowns. “Where’s mine?”

Azzi secures her own towel around her body, looking Paige up and down with amusement. “Well, maybe if you went to your own apartment, you’d have a towel.”

Paige rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. “Whatever. Don’t act like you didn’t want me here.”

Azzi lifts a brow, playing along. “I didn’t.”

Paige steps closer, tilting her head, smirking. “Mm, you have a funny way of showing it, ma.”

Azzi’s mouth opens, then closes. No comeback. Paige grins. “That’s what I thought.”

Azzi scoffs, muttering a quiet “Whatever” as she turns to the mirror, reaching for her toothbrush. Paige, still completely bare, doesn’t bother moving away. Instead, she stands behind Azzi, wrapping her arms around her waist, pressing against her back. Through the mirror, Azzi watches her, her grip on the toothbrush tightening.

Paige’s eyes are locked on her reflection, a smirk tugging at her lips. She leans in, pressing a kiss to Azzi’s cheek, whispering against her skin, “You look nervous. You got nothin’ to be nervous about.”

Azzi swallows, eyes flickering to Paige’s in the mirror. “I’m not,” she mumbles, toothbrush moving hastily in her mouth.

Paige hums, letting her hands rest on Azzi’s stomach. “Mhm. You played so good today, Im so proud of you,” she murmurs, her voice low, genuine.

Azzi’s lips twitch around the toothbrush, her gaze softening. “Thank you, baby.”

Paige presses another kiss to her cheek. “Mm, you’re welcome.”

Azzi leans forward, bending slightly to spit into the sink, her ass pressing right back against Paige’s hips. Paige stills, eyes dropping to the contact, her grip on Azzi’s waist tightening just slightly. Her bottom lip catches between her teeth, her breath hitching as Azzi leans down further, practically bending over to rinse her mouth.

Paige stays still, watching, her fingers twitching against Azzi’s skin.

Paige doesn’t even think about it—her hands move instinctively, sliding down to Azzi’s waist, fingers pressing into damp, warm skin as she pulls her back, pressing her even closer. Azzi lets out a small, sharp breath, her body reacting before her mind catches up.

Her hands brace against the counter, grip tightening, eyes flickering up to the mirror. Paige is standing right behind her, taller, bare, her gaze dark and steady as she watches Azzi’s every move. The room suddenly feels smaller, the space between them nonexistent.

Azzi shifts slightly, resting her weight on one elbow, tilting her head just enough to meet Paige’s eyes through the mirror. “What are you doing, Paigey?” she murmurs, her voice quieter now, curious, teasing.

Paige’s lips curl into a slow, lazy smirk, but she doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she leans in, her chest pressing against Azzi’s back, her breath warm as it fans over the younger girl’s shoulder.

“Mm,” Paige hums, fingers tightening just slightly on Azzi’s waist, thumbs stroking slow, deliberate circles. “Dunno. You tell me, baby.”

Azzi’s eyes flicker between Paige’s in the mirror, her voice dropping to a soft murmur. “What’re you thinking about?”

Paige exhales slowly, her grip on Azzi’s waist flexing just a little tighter. Her lips part like she’s hesitating, like maybe she shouldn’t say it—but then she does anyway.

“Wanna strap you up.”

Azzi’s breath hitches, her fingers gripping the edge of the counter for just a second before she straightens up. Slowly, she turns in Paige’s hold, her dark eyes locked onto the older girl’s, searching, testing. She tilts her chin up slightly, watching Paige’s reaction, before reaching for the knot in her towel, fingers working it loose.

She doesn’t break eye contact as she lets the fabric slip from her body, the towel pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare in front of Paige. There’s something so deliberate in the way she does it, the slow reveal of skin, the unspoken challenge in her gaze.

Paige swallows hard, her pupils blown wide, her lips parting slightly as she drinks in the sight of her. She doesn’t even try to hide the way her eyes roam, how they trace every curve, every inch, completely enraptured. She licks her lips absently, like she’s trying to wet her suddenly dry mouth, like she’s trying to gather herself—but it’s useless.

“Fuck,” Paige mutters under her breath, her voice rough, almost reverent.

Azzi just watches her, the smallest, knowing smirk tugging at her lips, waiting.

This is gonna be a long night.

[rosemariiaa]

~Caffeinated Crush~

𐙚- pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚-synopsis: Paige works at a bookstore, and Azzi is the girl who comes in every day but never buys anything. When a spilled coffee incident occurs, she learns Azzi is sketching her in a nearby cafe.

𐙚- this is so cuteeeee, yes i am still currently working on chapter 3 of RMH so you’ll have that soon, but for now enjoy these cuties! happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚-themes: fluff, au

𐙚- taglist: @thaatdigitaldiary @makethemhoesmad @sierrale8ne @ohbueckers @juspeaks @imaginespazzi @pbaz7 @bueckersbitch @xxloveralways14 @d3arapril @lupinqs @pazzilover101 @ashortyluvsports @absolutelydreadful

enjoy!!!

I should’ve never let Nika get in my head.

My thumbs hover over the screen of my phone as I scroll through yet another endless TikTok, airpods blasting maybe the best R&B playlist handpicked by the queen. Anyway, the store is empty—of course it is. It’s barely 10 a.m., and no one is running to a bookstore this early unless they’re sixty or a morning person.

Not me, though. I’m here because Nika decided to call me lazy last week and the whole team agreed. Said all my NIL deals made me too comfortable, like I didn’t just have the Big East Scholar of the Year award, not to be cocky or anything but doesn’t that mean i’m smartest to ever exist? Exactly. But no, she just still had to run her mouth, so now I’m working this dumb part-time job at “Bound and Brew,” where the only exciting thing is the smell of cinnamon wafting in from the café next door.

Speaking of which, I mentally add a bagel to my lunch break checklist. Asiago, toasted, extra cream cheese—don’t judge me.

I glance at the clock on my phone. Still early. My chin rests in my palm as I lean on the counter, half-heartedly refreshing the store’s Instagram page. No new likes. Big surprise. God, I have practice tomorrow, and for what?

My earbuds buzz with a notification, but before I can check, the door chimes.

My eyes flicker up, and there she is. The girl with the brown, coily hair.

She’s been coming here for weeks now. Never buys anything, just walks around, poking through shelves like she’s on some personal treasure hunt. I’m pretty sure she works at the café next door—I always see her there, either taking orders or perched by the window with a book in one hand and a green matcha latte in the other. Matcha. It’s alright, I guess, but I can’t help the silent judgment. gatorade > tea.

Her eyes meet mine as she steps inside, and I clear my throat, pulling out one earbud. “Hey, what can I do for you?”

She smiles softly, the kind of smile that’s more polite than warm. “You’re fine. I don’t need help yet.”

Her voice is quiet, soft enough that it almost doesn’t match the confidence in the way she carries herself. She’s bundled in a gray puffer coat, her pink sweatpants tucked into winter boots. The UConn shirt under her jacket catches my eye.

She goes to my school? Weird. I’ve never seen her on campus.

I nod, going back to my phone, but I can’t help the way my eyes track her as she moves through the store. Her hands graze the spines of books, pausing occasionally to pick one up, read the back, then put it back in place.

She doesn’t rush. There’s something careful about the way she lingers in each aisle.

I shouldn’t be looking (staring) at her like this.I really shouldn’t, but her hair is just…nice. Thick curls that spring with life, framing her face like something out of a painting. And her skin? Smooth, glowing, the warm tone almost golden under the soft overhead lights.

Wow. I’m really gay.

I snap my attention back to my phone, pretending to scroll. My heart’s doing that annoying thing where it skips.

When I glance up again, she’s at the door. Leaving already. She didn’t pick up a book or anything again.

The door chimes softly as it closes behind her, and I’m left staring at the empty space where she just stood.

She’s really, really pretty.

And just like that, I’m shaking my head, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Get it together, Paige.

This is supposed to be a job, not some secret queer daydream.

By the time my lunch break rolls around, I’m practically counting down the seconds.

The café next door is my safe haven. Warm, cozy, and always smelling like cinnamon and espresso. It’s everything the bookstore isn’t. I step inside, stomping the snow off my sneakers, and head straight for the counter.

There’s no line, which is a small miracle, but then I see her pretty face again.

Brown curls, her same shirt, pink sweats, and those same bright eyes. She’s standing behind the counter, tying an apron around her waist.

Oh.

I knew she worked here! Scholar of the year i told you.

“Hi,” she says when she spots me. Her voice is just as soft as before, but there’s something about the way she looks at me that makes my stomach flip.

“Hey,” I reply, trying to sound casual. “Can I get an asiago bagel, toasted? Extra cream cheese.”

She nods, her hands already moving to jot down the order. “Anything to drink?”

“Just a black coffee,” I say. “Simple.”

She glances up briefly, the corner of her lips quirking like she’s amused. “Simple’s good.”

Her gaze lingers a second too long, and I feel the faintest heat creeping up my neck. There’s something about the way she’s looking at me, like she’s trying to figure me out but doesn’t want me to notice. I definitely noticed.

I glance at her name tag, needing some kind of distraction. “Azzi,” I murmur under my breath. It suits her.

She catches me looking, her cheeks tinting the slightest pink as she fiddles with the pen in her hand. “It’ll be ready in a minute,” she says quickly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Thanks, Azzi.” Her name rolls off my tongue easier than I expect, and the way her eyes widen just a little makes it worth it.

Azzi ducks her head, pretending to check the order screen, but I can see the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. She’s shy, reserved even, but there’s something so genuine about the way she carries herself. It’s almost refreshing.

As I wait, I glance around the café, the hum of chatter and clinking mugs filling the space. A few students are hunched over laptops in the corner, and there’s an older couple sharing a slice of cake by the window. The atmosphere is cozy, intimate, like something out of a movie.

“Bagel and coffee,” Azzi calls softly, placing my order on the counter.

I step forward, and for a split second, our hands brush as I reach for the tray. Her fingers are warm, a stark contrast to the cold outside, and I swear I see her inhale sharply before quickly pulling away.

“Thanks,” I say again, trying to meet her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitates, like she wants to say something else, but instead, she bites her lip and busies herself wiping down the counter.

As I turn to leave, I catch her glancing at me again, her gaze lingering on my face before quickly darting away.

I smirk to myself, holding back a chuckle. So she does notice me.

Sliding into a seat by the window, I take a sip of my coffee, my eyes drifting back to Azzi. She’s leaning against the counter now, flipping through what looks like a notebook, nah definitely a sketchbook. Her curls bounce slightly as she moves, and there’s a faint smile on her lips, like she’s lost in her own little world.

For some reason, it’s hard to look away.

I finish my bagel way too fast, but instead of leaving, I sit there for a while, pretending to check emails on my phone while sneaking glances at her. She’s busy now, taking orders and chatting with customers, but every once in a while, her eyes flicker over to me.

It’s subtle—barely noticeable—but it’s enough to make my chest tighten.

When I finally get up to leave, I make a point to walk past the counter.

“See you around, Azzi,” I say, letting her name hang in the air.

Her head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise. “Yeah, uh—see you,” she stammers, her cheeks flushing as she fumbles with a stack of napkins.

I chuckle to myself as I step back into the cold, the warmth of the café lingering in my mind.

This job might not be so bad after all.

—

The next morning, Paige finishes practice, her muscles aching but her mind buzzing with anticipation. She now knows Azzi works morning shifts, and though she tells herself she’s just stopping by for breakfast, there’s no denying the extra pep in her step as she drags Nika along with her to the café.

As they walk in, the comforting aroma of coffee and freshly baked goods fills the air. Paige’s eyes scan the room, immediately finding Azzi at the counter, focused on a stack of receipts. Her heart skips a beat.

Paige shrugs off her hoodie, tossing it onto the back of a chair at an empty table by the window. She and Nika sit down, glancing over the breakfast menu. Paige tries to act casual, but Nika, ever observant, leans in.

“Calm yourself down and find something to get.” Nika pipes up.

“Shut up,” Paige mutters, burying her face in the menu.

Just then, Azzi glances up and notices them. Her expression softens, and she waves, a shy smile spreading across her face.

Paige beams back, her cheeks tinged pink as she waves back.

“Hi,” Azzi greets, approaching their table. Her soft voice makes Paige’s heart flutter.

“Hey,” Paige responds, a little too quickly.

“What can I get you guys?” Azzi asks, pulling out her notepad.

“I’ll have eggs and a croissant,” Nika says, glancing between Paige and Azzi with a knowing smirk.

“I’ll take some pancakes,” Paige says, handing Azzi the menu.

Azzi jots down their orders and looks up. “What would you like to drink?”

“Orange juice,” Nika answers.

“And—” Paige starts, but before she can finish, she and Nika both say in unison, “Coffee, black.”

They burst into laughter, and Paige sneaks a glance at Azzi, whose dimples appear as she smiles.

“Got it,” Azzi says, gathering the menus and walking back toward the counter.

Paige’s eyes linger on her retreating figure, her gaze drifting downward until Nika snaps her fingers in front of her face.

“Yo twin, is that the girl you keep talking about in your sleep?”

Paige’s head snaps toward Nika, her eyes wide. “What? In my sleep?”

Nika leans back, smirking. “Yeah, I heard you last night saying her name over and over again. ‘Azzi, Azzi,’” she mimics, feigning a dreamy voice.

Paige’s face flushes. “Shhh! I don’t—whatever, I just say random stuff when I’m sleeping.”

“Sure, sure,” Nika says, winking. “But you keep staring at her. And she keeps looking over here.”

Paige shrugs, slipping into her usual cocky demeanor. “Well, I mean, it’s me. Can you blame her?”

Nika rolls her eyes. “Cocky ass.”

A few moments later, Azzi returns with their food. She sets Nika’s plate down first.

“Thank you,” Nika says with a grin.

As Azzi places Paige’s plate in front of her, she hands her the coffee. But before Paige can grab it, another worker bumps into Azzi from behind, sending the coffee spilling onto Paige’s shirt. Azzi stumbles forward, gasping as she falls right into Paige’s lap.

“Yo!” Paige snaps, turning to the worker. “Can’t you watch where you’re walking? You just made her fall.”

The worker mumbles an apology and scurries off as Azzi scrambles to her feet, her face burning red.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Azzi stammers, her voice shaking.

Paige brushes it off, trying to calm her down. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. But I do need a new shirt now.”

Azzi looks stricken. “I—I think I have an extra one in the back. Come with me to the bathroom?”

Paige stands, turning to Nika, who is smirking like the Cheshire Cat.

“Shut up,” Paige warns, flipping her off as she follows Azzi.

In the bathroom, Azzi motions for Paige to wait while she fetches a shirt. As soon as she leaves, Paige peels off her stained hoodie, leaving her in a sports bra and sweats. She grabs a paper towel, wets it at the sink, and wipes the remaining coffee off her stomach.

When Azzi returns, she pauses for a moment, her eyes widening slightly before she quickly hands Paige a black t-shirt.

“Sorry again,” Azzi murmurs.

Paige grins as she pulls the shirt over her head. “You’re good. Thank you.” She smooths the fabric and gives a playful twirl. “See? Good as new.”

Azzi giggles, her dimples deepening.

Paige’s expression softens. “You have a really pretty smile.”

Azzi ducks her head, her cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” she says softly. “We should probably head back before my boss notices.”

“Lead the way, Miss Azzi,” Paige says, motioning dramatically toward the door.

As Paige returns to the table, Nika raises an eyebrow. “Everything good?” she asks, smirking.

“Shut up,” Paige mutters, sitting down.

Once they finish eating, Nika and Paige pack up to leave. As they’re about to walk out, Paige glances around, hoping to catch one last glimpse of Azzi. When she doesn’t see her, she sighs and heads for the door.

Just as she steps outside, she feels a light touch on her back. Turning, she finds Azzi standing there, holding a folded piece of paper.

“Hey,” Azzi says, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to say sorry again about your shirt.”

“I told you, it’s okay,” Paige says, smiling. “Things happen. And I love my new shirt.”

Azzi smiles nervously, then holds out the paper. “Okay, um, don’t think this is weird, but it kinda is? but it’s also- anyway I wanted to give you this.”

Paige takes the paper and unfolds it, her eyes widening at the detailed sketch of herself.

“Woah,” she breathes.

Azzi shifts on her feet. “It’s okay if you don’t like it. I just did it for fun.”

Paige fakes a pout. “And here I thought you did it because you liked me.”

Azzi blinks, her cheeks flaming. “Well… that too,” she admits quietly.

Paige grins, her confidence swelling. “This is so good I could literally kiss you right now.”

Azzi’s voice drops to a whisper. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

Paige steps closer, her hand cupping Azzi’s cheek as she leans in. Their lips meet, soft and tentative at first, before deepening into a kiss that leaves them both breathless.

When they pull apart, snowflakes drift around them, settling in their hair. Paige grins. “So, if I asked you on a date right now, would you sketch me again?”

Azzi laughs, her dimples showing. “Maybe.”

“Pretty please?” Paige pleads, pouting dramatically.

Azzi rolls her eyes playfully. “Fine fine. Since you’re begging.”

Azzi glances over Paige’s shoulder, spotting Nika in the distance, pumping her fist in the air and yelling, “Go gays!”

“Isn’t that your friend?” Azzi asks, raising an eyebrow.

Paige groans, dragging a hand down her face. “I don’t know her.”

[rosemariiaa]

~Touch~

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚— rosie’s note: this was written in like 25 min, not my best but something to read while i work on other requests and the rmh series, i’ll most likely have something out tmr before or after the game so be patient with me please! happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚— themes: slight sexual content

𐙚— links: rosie’s bookshelf

Touch.

A simple word, but never just one thing.

Touch can be fleeting, an accidental brush of fingertips, a casual press of a hand against a shoulder. It can be comfort, the kind of familiarity that makes a person feel at home. It can be possessive, lingering, a wordless claim spoken through the slide of palms and the press of bodies.

There are so many types of touch. The friendly, casual touch that everyone uses—hugs, high-fives, pats on the back. The accidental touch that lingers too long—someone brushing against you in a crowded room, fingers grazing your arm as they reach for something. But then there’s the other kind. The kind that says something without words, that carries weight in every second it lasts. The kind that isn’t about comfort, but about wanting. Needing.

Touch can be anything. But when it comes to Paige Bueckers, it’s everything.

She’s always been like this, always had the need to be close—to feel, to connect. A hand at the small of someone’s back, an arm thrown around a shoulder, fingers idly tracing patterns against exposed skin. It’s not even a conscious thing most of the time. It’s just her.

At least, that’s how it is with everyone. But with Azzi? With Azzi, it’s different. More.

It’s absentminded most of the time, the way Paige’s hand finds the small of Azzi’s back when they walk side by side. Or how she tugs on the hem of Azzi’s hoodie when she wants attention, thumb grazing the fabric long after she has it. How she tucks herself into Azzi’s side during film, arms folded, cheek pressed against her shoulder. It’s normal. Easy. Something that could be passed off as nothing if not for the sheer consistency of it.

And Azzi—Azzi lets her. Maybe because she’s used to it, maybe because it’s Paige and she’s never questioned it before. But maybe, just maybe, it’s because she likes it.

Maybe she always has.

Like now, when they’re sitting on Paige’s bed, post-practice exhaustion settling into their bones. Paige sprawls out beside Azzi, back against the headboard, knee knocking into Azzi’s thigh. Her hand rests lazily on Azzi’s knee, fingers tracing slow, mindless circles through the fabric of her sweatpants. It’s not unusual. But then she shifts, her palm sliding higher and a little firmer. Azzi stills.

“Paige.”

Paige hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t move her hand. If anything, her fingers flex slightly, squeezing just enough for Azzi to notice.

Azzi exhales, eyes flicking down to the point of contact, then back up to Paige’s face. “You’re doing that thing again.”

Paige tilts her head, feigning innocence. “What thing?”

Azzi narrows her eyes. “You know what thing.”

Paige grins, slow and lazy. She lifts her hand, only to drag it back down, fingertips brushing against Azzi’s inner thigh this time. “Oh, you mean this?”

Azzi’s breath hitches. Paige’s touch is featherlight, teasing, and it sends a shiver down her spine. She doesn’t move away, doesn’t tell her to stop. And Paige—Paige notices.

“You never tell me to stop,” Paige murmurs, voice quieter now, more thoughtful.

Azzi swallows hard, pulse thrumming in her ears. Paige is close enough that she can feel her breath, warm against her cheek.

“Do you want me to?” Paige asks. A real question.

Azzi meets her gaze, searching, and finds something there—something unspoken, something waiting.

Paige’s free hand move, slow and teasing, slipping under the hem of Azzi’s hoodie, ghosting over bare skin. The touch is light, barely there, but it sets every nerve in Azzi’s body on fire.

“You gon stop me?” Paige murmurs, voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below Azzi’s ear.

Azzi should. She really should. But when Paige’s hands settle against her waist, fingers pressing firm against her skin, grounding her, claiming her—she doesn’t move.

She doesn’t want to.

Paige exhales a quiet laugh, like she already knew the answer, like she was just waiting for Azzi to admit it. And then she’s tilting her head, dragging her lips down Azzi’s neck, slow and deliberate. She lingers at her pulse point, nipping just enough to make Azzi shudder.

Azzi grips Paige’s arms, her nails digging in slightly. “Paige,” she breathes, half warning, half plea.

The blonde hums against her skin, unfazed, her hands sliding higher, fingers pressing into the dip of Azzi’s spine, her thumb brushing just beneath the band of her sports bra.

Azzi’s breath catches.

She should push Paige away. Should remind her that best friends don’t do this. But then Paige is gripping her hips, pulling her in so their bodies are flush, her thigh slotting between Azzi’s like it belongs there, and Azzi—Azzi can’t think straight anymore.

Paige presses closer, her nose brushing against Azzi’s jaw before she tilts her head, capturing her lips without hesitation, without pretense.

Azzi melts before she can stop herself.

The kiss is slow, deep, like Paige has all the time in the world to unravel her, like she enjoys taking her apart piece by piece. And Azzi lets her.

Paige’s hands tighten against her waist, guiding her, keeping her exactly where she wants her. Her lips move with intent, teasing, testing, before she bites down gently on Azzi’s bottom lip, pulling slightly, then letting go.

Azzi lets out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping the fabric of Paige’s hoodie. Azzi doesn’t respond right away, not because she doesn’t want to, but because the way Paige touches her has her breathless, her thoughts jumbled and her pulse racing.

Paige presses her thigh harder between Azzi’s legs, forcing a small gasp from her. Her hands trail down to Azzi’s hips, then slide lower, fingertips brushing the waistband of her shorts.

Azzi swallows hard, eyes fluttering shut as she feels the pressure build, the heat pooling between her thighs, making her ache for more. “Paige…” she breathes, her voice shaky, a mix of longing and hesitation.

But Paige doesn’t stop. She never does.

“I got you, Az,” she murmurs against her skin, her voice low and soothing, even as her hands wander further, claiming Azzi’s body with every touch.

Azzi’s breath catches in her throat, her heart thudding faster. She’s never felt anything like this—so alive, so attuned to Paige’s every move.

“Don’t fight it,” Paige whispers, her lips brushing Azzi’s ear as her hands slip beneath the fabric of Azzi’s shorts and panties. “Just relax , Az. Let me take care of you.”

Azzi’s hands find their way to Paige’s back, fingers pressing into her muscles, pulling her closer. “I don’t—” she starts, but Paige’s lips are on hers again, silencing any protest.

It’s like time slows as Paige deepens the kiss, her fingers running up and down Azzi’s wetness. Azzi can feel the weight of every moment building between them, She can’t think—can’t focus—only feel.

Paige doesn’t rush. She moves her fingers in tight circles around Azzis clit, making the brunette let out a whimper, her free hand exploring Azzi’s back, her lips marking Azzi’s skin, her breath warm against her neck. She knows what she’s doing, knows how to make Azzi fall apart, bit by bit, without even trying.

Azzi can’t stop herself anymore, her body leaning into Paige’s touch, pressing against her, needing her closer. She wants more.

But Paige? Paige is in control.

She pulls back for a moment, eyes locking with Azzi’s, dark with desire. “You want me to keep going?” she asks, voice teasing, knowing the effect she has on her.

Azzi can barely find her voice, but she manages to nod, lips trembling. “Yes…please.”

Paige grins, her fingers moving again now thrusting into Azzi’s tight hole, slow and deliberate. “Good girl.”

Azzi feels the heat rise in her chest, a blush creeping up her neck as she tries to steady her breathing. She’s never been this open, this vulnerable, and she’s not sure when that happened—but it’s Paige, and she trusts her.

Her world narrows to just this—just Paige, just touch. It’s all-consuming, a tide of sensation she can’t escape, and part of her doesn’t want to.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Paige whispers, her words like a soft caress as she speeds up her pace, her thumb now rubbing Azzi’s clit hard. “You have no idea how much I-.”

Azzi cutting her off with a choked moan, her body trembling as she pulls Paige back into a kiss, this time desperate, hungry. She needs to feel this, needs to feel her more.

And when Paige pulls back, Azzi can’t help but whine, not wanting to lose the contact, the closeness, the electric pulse that’s been building between them.

“Shh,” Paige murmurs, brushing her thumb across Azzi’s lips. “I’ve got you.”

[rosemariiaa]

~Tied by Texts~ pt.2

𐙚— pairing: Paige x Azzi

𐙚—rosie’s note: kazzi agendaaaa my fave yes, nothing to really say besides jealous p and azzi not taking her seriously, happy reading lovelies 💌

𐙚— taglist: @thaatdigitaldiary @bueckersbitch @xxloveralways14 @sierrale8ne @makethemhoesmad @imaginespazzi

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