#send me asks about this if you would like I would LOVE to talk about it <3 <3

[amirasainz]

Could you make younger girlfriend x Lewis Hamilton. Maybe there are some rumours and then she visits the paddock with Lewis. The wags and drivers aren't to sure about this at first, but in the end see how happy the couple is. I know this isn't what you usually write, but it is my birthday today and it would make me ver happy. 🤭💗☺️

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💜

Love has no age

The first time Yn had stepped into the paddock as Lewis’s official girlfriend, the buzz had been deafening. Rumors had swirled for weeks about Lewis dating someone new, and when the truth finally came out, it was all anyone could talk about.

“Did you see her? She’s so young!”

“Twenty? Isn’t there, like, a fifteen-year age gap?”

“What do they even talk about?”

Yn had tried her best to block out the whispers, clinging to Lewis’s hand as he guided her through the chaos. He’d been her rock, as always, his calming presence grounding her in the midst of all the speculation.

“They’ll come around,” Lewis whispered in her ear as they walked to his garage. “They just don’t know you yet.”

---

Yn hadn’t expected her first encounter with the other WAGs to feel so…awkward. She sat at the hospitality table, surrounded by the glamorous women who had known each other for years. They were friendly, of course, but Yn could sense their hesitation. She was the youngest by a mile, and the age gap between her and Lewis hadn’t escaped their notice.

“So, Yn,” Carmen began with a polite smile, “how are you finding the paddock life?”

Yn straightened in her chair. “It’s exciting! A bit overwhelming, but everyone’s been so welcoming.”

“Everyone?” Kelly raised an eyebrow, her tone light but pointed. “The media hasn’t exactly been kind.”

Yn hesitated, unsure how to respond, but Rebecca jumped in. “The media is never kind. Trust me, you’ll get used to it.” She offered Yn a warm smile, her hand briefly brushing against Yn’s arm in a reassuring gesture.

“Thanks,” Yn said, her voice soft but grateful. She appreciated Rebecca’s kindness, even if she still felt like an outsider.

Carmen leaned in, placing a gentle hand on Yn’s shoulder. “We’re glad you’re here. Really.”

Yn’s heart swelled at the gesture, and for the first time that day, she felt like she might actually belong.

---

By the end of the day, Yn found herself laughing with Rebecca and Carmen like they’d known each other for years. The initial awkwardness had melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Carmen had an arm draped around Yn’s shoulders as they walked through the paddock, while Rebecca kept a hand on Yn’s waist, guiding her through the crowd.

“You’re stuck with us now,” Rebecca teased. “Hope you’re ready.”

“I think I can handle it,” Yn replied with a grin.

Alexandra watched them from a distance, her jaw tight. It wasn’t that she disliked Yn—she just didn’t understand how someone so young and seemingly perfect could fit in so effortlessly. The other WAGs adored her, the fans couldn’t get enough of her, and even the drivers were charmed by her sweet demeanor.

---

“Yn!” Lando called out as he approached the group, a wide smile on his face. “Finally, someone who makes me feel less like a baby here.”

Yn laughed, her cheeks turning pink. “Glad I could help.”

“She’s not that young,” Lewis interjected, stepping up behind Yn and wrapping an arm around her waist. His tone was playful, but there was a protective edge to it.

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, no offense! I think it’s great. You two look happy.”

“We are,” Lewis said firmly, pressing a kiss to Yn’s temple.

The other drivers gradually joined the conversation, each of them making an effort to include Yn. Oscar cracked jokes that had her in stitches, while Charles teased her about her taste in music after overhearing her playlist. Even Max, who was usually reserved, made a point to ask her how she was finding everything.

“They like you,” Lewis whispered later as they walked back to his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes shining. “You think so?”

“I know so,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. “But even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is us.”

---

Despite the initial skepticism, it didn’t take long for Yn to win over the entire paddock. Her kindness and genuine nature were impossible to ignore, and soon, she was at the center of every conversation. The fans adored her, flooding social media with messages of support and admiration.

“She’s like a ray of sunshine,” one fan tweeted.

“No wonder Lewis is so smitten,” another wrote. “They’re perfect together.”

The attention didn’t go unnoticed by Alexandra and Kelly. Alexandra couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw Yn surrounded by people who seemed to worship her. Kelly, on the other hand, was struggling with the fact that Yn’s presence had overshadowed her pregnancy.

“I don’t get it,” Alexandra muttered to Kelly during a quiet moment in the paddock. “What’s so special about her?”

Kelly shrugged, though her expression was tight. “She’s nice, I guess.”

“Nice doesn’t make you the center of the universe,” Alexandra snapped. But even as she spoke, she knew her frustration was misplaced. Yn hadn’t done anything wrong—if anything, she’d gone out of her way to be kind to everyone.

---

Over time, even Alexandra and Kelly couldn’t resist Yn’s charm. During a group dinner, Yn had complimented Kelly on her outfit, sparking a conversation that lasted the entire evening. By the end of the night, Kelly was laughing along with Yn and the others, her earlier resentment forgotten.

As for Alexandra, it was a quiet moment during a race weekend that changed her perspective. She’d been feeling particularly stressed, and Yn had noticed, pulling her aside to ask if she was okay.

“No one’s ever asked me that,” Alexandra admitted, her voice soft.

“Well, someone should,” Yn replied. “You’re always looking out for everyone else. It’s only fair that someone looks out for you.”

Alexandra had been taken aback, but she couldn’t deny the warmth she felt in that moment. From then on, she made an effort to be kinder to Yn, and before long, they’d developed a tentative friendship.

---

Lewis couldn’t have been happier. He loved seeing Yn thrive in the paddock, surrounded by people who cared about her. But more than that, he loved Yn herself. She was everything he’d ever wanted—kind, intelligent, and full of life.

“You know you’re amazing, right?” he told her one evening as they sat on the couch in his motorhome.

Yn looked up at him, her eyes wide. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s more than enough,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Their love was obvious to anyone who saw them together. Lewis was always touching her in some way, whether it was a hand on her back, an arm around her shoulders, or a kiss on her forehead. He was protective but never overbearing, always making sure Yn felt safe and loved.

“You’ve got yourself a good one,” Valtteri told Lewis one day, nodding toward Yn, who was deep in conversation with Carmen and Rebecca.

“I know,” Lewis said, his voice full of affection. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

---

By the end of the season, Yn had become an integral part of the paddock family. She was no longer just “Lewis’s young girlfriend”—she was Yn, the girl everyone adored. The WAGs were her closest friends, and the drivers treated her like one of their own.

As for Lewis, he couldn’t have been prouder. Every time he looked at Yn, he was reminded of how lucky he was to have her in his life. And if anyone had doubts about their relationship at the start, they were long gone now. It was clear to everyone that what Yn and Lewis had was real.

Age was just a number. What mattered was the love they shared, and that was something no one could deny.

[navybrat817]

Hey, I saw your ficlet Friday, and if you still do some, could it be some fluffy, comforting with Bucky, please? (Guess I could need my big bear right now hehe…)

With the prompts:

cuddling under a blanket while watching their favorite show

Holding them tightly, protectively

Sending you all the hugs, Syd!

Room for One More

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 400

Warnings: Talk of anxiety, comfort, cuddling

You always tried to focus on the good, but your mind wouldn't let you today. Anxiety crept up for seemingly no reason, hitting you so hard and suddenly that it left you worn out in a matter of minutes. The feeling wouldn't last forever, you knew that, but it wouldn't magically go away either. You just had to ride out the storm and pray it would be a quick one.

Bucky found you under a couple of blankets when he got home, the television on in the background. He wasn't sure if you were actually watching it or if you were just staring off, but he wasn't about to turn it off since it was your favorite show. “Hey, doll,” he said, bending down to give you a kiss.

You perked up slightly as his lips touched yours, but you still had to force yourself to smile. “Hey,” you said, your voice rough like you had been crying.

“You okay?” he asked, frowning when you shrugged. “What’s wrong?”

Guilt ate away at you as he waited for an answer. “Nothing,” you finally whispered, which was true since there wasn't an actual reason for you to feel the way you did. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. He had enough to worry about each day, and you didn't need to be a burden on top of it.

It would break Bucky’s heart if he knew what you were thinking. He would never view you as a burden. He loved you more than anything.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he smiled softly. He understood that there would be off days. He had them, too.

“Still love me?” you asked in a small voice.

“Still love you,” he smiled, your heart skipping a beat and repeating his words in your mind you wouldn't forget his love for you. “Still love me?”

“Always,” you whispered.

His lips touched yours once more. “Got room for one more?”

“Always,” you said again.

Giving him room to lay behind you, he curled an arm protectively around your waist once he was under the blanket. He was so warm, his touch so comforting, and you couldn't help but sigh and press back against him to be closer. Being in his arms helped. He was so good to you.

“Guess what?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re my favorite person,” he whispered in your ear, holding you tighter.

“You’re my favorite person, too, Bucky,” you sighed, a real smile touching your lips. “You're my favorite person, too.”

Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️

[azziesbattybaddie]

Shadows and Snow Angels

Chapter 1 - A little bundle

Azriel x Reader, Azriel x child OCs

Normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to get mad it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

Word count: 1.3k

💕 💔

Requested: Sorta. This prompt wasn't requested to me per se, but I saw @romantasyreader28 made a post wanting someone to write it and it inspired me.

If you don't like what your reading click off!

Series warnings: past emotional abuse, past physical abuse, past emotional trauma, non explicit thoughts of suicide, depression, parental doubt, child abandonment, past child abandonment, brief talk of past pregnancy. no details mentioned, mention of non explicit SA. Every chapter will be individually tagged.

Author's note: I just wanted to say that this prompt pulled me out of a really bad writing slump after my co-writer/biscuit making master childhood kitty unfortunately passed about 2 months ago. So thank you @romantasyreader28, this story really helped me get back into writing and I hope you really enjoy it. It did deviate slightly from your original prompt but I hope that the fact that this will be a series makes up for it. Enjoy!

Author's note 2: hey so I lied, I got a boost of energy and actually finished this early, so I'm only 1 day late. I'm going to try and put a fic or drabble out every Friday but please be aware I'm in the middle of moving so if I miss a day or am late, it's probably for good reason.

Chapter warnings: brief talk of past child abandonment, non explicit memories of child abuse, brief mention of being pregnant, implied SA, some cursing but not much.

See normally when your mate Azriel comes home from the camps and asks you not to be mad, it's because he brought home another wounded animal, not a baby boy...

"Please don't be upset, Devlon said that if someone didn't take him then he was going to send him off to another camp and he would end up just like Cass... I couldn't just leave him like that." His Shadows reached out to you invitingly, curling and spinning like they were excited. "Love, please say something..."

Your mate never rambled, it wasn't in his nature and that's what shocked you the most to be honest. So you sat where you were on the couch, mid bite of pizza, trying to figure out if he actually adopted a baby without telling you, or if he just decided to babysit Nyx for the night and is pranking you. No, no he definitely adopted a baby and didn't tell you, that sounds about right for him.

"Azriel, tell me that this is a prank and that, THAT little boy is just our nephew in a table cloth..." You set down your plate of food and walked over to your mate, Shadows now running up your back and sitting on your shoulders calmly. You knew, you just had a feeling in your gut that he was not just joking around.

Azriel was clutching the small bundle to his chest as if it would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly. You came and pulled back the fabric to see a small Illyrian infant tightly wrapped in a tattered excuse of a baby blanket. You gasped and clapped a hand over your mouth as you saw the most precious little thing, he had no clothes but the blanket. A lithe inky Shadow jumped from your hand and into the little boy. It nuzzled his cheek lovingly before returning to rest under your mates wing.

You scooped the baby up out of Azriels arms before he could react and headed upstairs to the nursery. You quickly set him on the changing table, and unfurled the raggy fabric. The poor thing didn't even have a diaper just mess of fabric pinned against him. You didn't have to even leave the changing station seeing as the shadows that followed you up the stairs had a clean garment waiting right next to you. As you were changing him into a fresh, actual diaper, you heard Azriel's footsteps coming up the stairs behind you.

"Babe, I know that you have a perfectly reasonable explanation but your timing is kind of horrible Azzie..." You said only half joking as you handed him the baby back gently and grabbed the nearest actual blanket to wrap around him snuggly. You quickly ran to dress your sleeping baby girl is some warm clothes and a blanket too. Barely 2 weeks old and the little Astrid was already mixed into the family drama.

"Where are we going?" Azriel asked tentatively. He was holding the baby like a statue, only holding him right because of how you handed him over. Azriel's Shadows swarmed Astrid the moment you set her down to go nuzzle and love on her. You had taught them to be careful to not completely smother her. It was said that a Shadowsinger's Shadows would only listen to their master. Maybe it was the mating bond, maybe they just liked you but sometimes it seemed that the inky void that shrouds your mate, liked you better.

"Az, you know how to hold a baby, you know cuz your and Uncle... And a Father..." You set your still daughter back in her crib for a moment and padded over and cradle your mates face in your hand, your other intertwined with his scared flesh. "I'm not mad at you. Just, you do realize that we've only had Astrid for a couple of weeks and now we have two, right?"

"I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you. I was afraid if I didn't bring him home, Devlon would have sent him off before I could get back." Azriels shoulders seemed to finally relax a shadow falling from his mess of curls to sit around his neck calming. His grip on the swaddled little one became natural again. "You still didn't tell me where we are going, it past 1 in the morning."

You picked up Astrid, shooing away the inky void that doted on her constantly and walked to your bed room to grab your shoes and your coat. Azriel stood in the hallway that lead back downstairs, waiting for you patiently. He was bouncing the little boy in his arms gently, this parental instincts finally coming back to him when the little one started to cry.

"Feyre always said that we could head over to the river house in a time of emergency and I'm detailing 'we just adopted a little boy with no clothes or anything we need to take care for of a second baby,' an emergency. She probably still has some clothes that is too small for Nyx laying around, for now at least."

You both decided to walk the short distance to you home to the giant river house. Your daughters wings fluttered at the feel of snowflakes melting on the every so often. You both walked close together, as you usually did, babys in arms, the quiet of velaris washed over the two of you like a blanket. You could feel Azriel's Shadows almost climbing up your legs and coming to rest on your shoulders to admire their masters daughter.

"Ok..." You said slowly your head clearing with the fresh chilled air. "I'm not upset. But I'm going to ask some questions and I need better than 'I don't know', ok?" You needed to hear what happened, as much as it happens, it's rare for a baby to end up with no one and you wanted to know everything about this little life that you were about to add to your family.

Azriel nodded his head, his eyes trailed over the white city. As tense as he always looked, Azriel's Shadows curled up under his wings comfortably. He cradled the infant tightly to his chest, scarred fingers gently played with the edge of the blanket as you both walked. Normally the Shadows would flock to you when you had Astrid but they seemed to have divided, wanting to look over and cuddle both babys.

"Does he have a name?" You start with. As you cross the Sidra you can smell the food coming from the rainbow, you could even hear the faint sound of music booming, Rita's not being far away. You still can't believe that days of going out and partying until sunrise with your family wouldn't be an option for a long, long while.

"Not that I know of." He shrugged, adjusting the blanket so the infants wings fan out comfortably after he started to fuss. The boy seemed to be a calm baby so far but you would be taking him to madja bright and early tomorrow just to make sure nothing was wrong.

"How old is he?"

"Devlon said he's not more than 6 months old, he didn't know specifics. He just said that his father was killed in the blood rite this year and his mother was... Like I said, he would have been just another Cass..." He bounced the little boy in his arms, more to soothe himself than the baby.

Your blood boiled in your veins, and you had to take multiple deep breaths to keep from crying. You loved your mate dearly, and his brothers were your family, the best you could have asked for but Illyrians in general made you so angry most of the time! They treat females like property and they steal them just the same. Then the female gets shamed for being pregnant, without a husband. If he really was like Cass, you prayed to the Cauldron that his mother had a peaceful second life after what she no doubt endured.

"Well, if we're going to keep him, he's going to need a name." You said with a smile as you neared the side walk that lead up to the river house. Your mate had the biggest heart and the kindest soul, you didn't care what anyone said, you knew him best. This male brought home countless animals so he could nurse them back to health. He always made sure that nothing bad happened to those animals, and if they didn't make it, they earned a spot in your backyard with the other rainbow pets, as Azriel likes to call them. If the Mother sent him a baby then she meant for us to be the ones to love him. Azriel thought for a bit. He only looked up once we stood at the front door of his brother's home.

"What about Rhain?" A shadow flew up and wrapped around the door knocker, knocking loudly before returning to your mates shoulder.

"Why Rhain?" You asked before knocking again louder this time before you saw a light turn on inside meaning you got somes attention.

Azriel shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with the smallest smile coming to rest over his face. He looked down at the bundled little baby with a fondness you only seen him show to your daughter. You head shuffling on the other side of the door and smiled at your mate before your brother in law opened the door, looking very much worse for wear.

"Rhain it is."

FYI Rhain, pronounced Rain or Rine, either is fine means strength, power, resistance, and potential. It also means 'the spear' in Welsh.

If you want to be added to the tag list or would like to be added to the tag list for the series masterlist plz comment or dm me and I'll add you.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope that you enjoyed!

Taglist

@romantasyreader28 @mulansaucey @jennnsthings @6v6babycheese @mich0731 @starlightandsouls @ohemgeewhat @littlelunatica @icey--stars @paleidiot @jir67

[amara-eilish]

can you write a fic based on billie wanting to film r and her having sex (but like with sub!top!billie pleassee) i love ur work and i'm sooo happy ur backkkk

kind of not proofread sorry!

"but baby what am i gonna do so far away from you!" billie says in front of you. the both of you were both lying in bed while billie brushed her fingers through your hair. billie had just brought up the fact that the two of you were going to go without sex for 2 months on her first leg of tour.

you laughed at how much she needed you but brushed off the topic. the topic changed, and the two of you talked about random things before it got quiet. you could hear billie's breathing getting heavier.

"what's wrong pretty? what's got your head thinking so hard?" you ask

billie smiled softly, "i want to record us, make a video. something to keep me company when i'm missing you." her eyes sparkled with joy and you could see how much she wanted it. " a video, hm?" 

your voice was quiet as you whispered in her ear softly running your fingers down her back. "what kind of video do you want to film sweet girl?"

billie whined burying her head in your neck, "you know what i mean baby" she mumbled.

"do i? can you remind me baby?" you tease.

"wanna film us having sex," billie whispers clawing at your clothes.

you laugh quietly and nod at her to go set up the camera. she shot up quickly running to set it up.

she propped the phone up on the bedside table, angling it to capture the entire bed, ensuring everything would be captured. the camera lens stared back at them, a silent witness to the scene about to unfold.

"gonna show you what a good girl i am for you" billie says excitedly. "yeah? gonna be good for me?" you breathe out in anticipation.

your breath caught as billie's lips brushed against your core. the feeling of billie's tongue sending shivers through your body. your back arched, pushing your hips upwards, as she ate you out. billie's mouth was relentless, her tongue flicking and probing, driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"fuck baby" you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "doing so good f'me, making me feel so good, pretty."

billie's moaned at the praise, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. she could get drunk off the taste of you and bathed your continuous praise.

as your moans grew louder, billie slipped two fingers inside curling them to find that sweet spot that would send you over the edge. your body tensed, muscles clenching around billie's fingers as you cried out in release.

"yesss baby. so good for me always. always been my good girl" your voice echoed through the room, pushing billie to continue, savoring the taste of your orgasm.

billie crawled up your body, leaving a trail of kisses along your chest. before kissing your lips passionately.

you laughed, a playful glint in your eyes. "can't wait to watch it back. maybe we should make a few more, just to be sure."

tags: updating my tag list let me know if you want to be added!

[sydneys-sinner]

Hcs on Sysdney? How many alters do you think they have? What would they be like outside of pure and corrupt Sydney?

just from observing in game text, sydney appears to be a three person system at the moment: pure sydney, corrupt sydney, and a secret third sydney that seems even worse* than corrupt syd.

this phenomenon happens with a pure syd:

but in this next screenshot (courtesy of visualnovellover), corrupt sydney experiences the same thing:

so, to me, it feels like this possible third alter is the more violent type, which doesn't align with how corrupt syd usually acts. there's a scene you can get in the cafeteria if you sit with a corrupt syd, a student will come by and attempt to break their glasses. If PC bought them their current pair, they will fight the student. Immediately after, they say something along the line of "I don't like it when I get like that."

(Here's a screenshot of the full event via sydney's events wiki page)

They don't like it when they get violent, even if it's to protect themself or someone else, so the possibility of Sydney enjoying hurting someone, especially someone they love, is extremely low. Ergo, i think that behavior would likely be better suited for a third alter.

sysdney headcanons yippee

-based on personal experience, sydney would definitely believe they were being possessed and try to pray it away. sydney sobbing to jordan about how they think something's wrong with them and/or god is punishing them, with jordan trying to calm them down with that tune they like.

-sydney is not diagnosed but sirris knows there's something off about them, like sometimes theyre completely out of character for themself.

-sydney doesnt remember their trauma, but i believe it has something to do with sydneys other parent depending on how young they were when whatever happened... happened. the asylum definitely traumatized them too, but it's not the initial trauma that caused their consciousness to fracture.

-pure sydney: host, ANP. caretaker potential - corrupt sydney: sexual protector TBH. perhaps another EP-aligned role - third sydney: ???. not a persecutor, their anger is directed more outwards.

-sydney dissociates a lot while they're praying, that's why they pray for so long

sydney is so fucking traumatized oh my god. there's whatever happened with their other parent, idk if a lot of people have played through the asylum content but definitely some sexual trauma along with the medical trauma. maybe sprinkle some religious trauma in there too?

thats all i can think of at the moment but if anyone wants to add anything or send asks i will always always always be down to talk about sys!sydney they are my beloved

[uconnwbbcrashout]

last winter break

chapter iii: “i think i’m gonna kiss you”

paige x azzi

word count: 6.5k

content: swearing, some fluffy banter, and a healthy dose of angst

chapter list: here

author’s notes: after a long wait, it’s finally here!! i wanna apologize for the 100th time for how long this took me to write. as you can tell by the word count compared to chapters i & ii, this one kinda got out of hand. but i'm happy w/ how it turned out and i hope it's worth the wait!! :) enjoy!

Winter 2022-2023

AZ: hey, i saw the news

AZ: about your acl i mean

AZ: i hope you’re doing okay p

p (IGNORE): thanks. good as i can be yk

p (IGNORE): surgery went well and all

p (IGNORE): but hey

p (IGNORE): delayed not denied right ?

changed user’s contact name to “p”

AZ: right

AZ: you’ll be okay

AZ: i know it

p: i hope youre right

*****

p: did you see the schedule

p: we play you guys

p: dec 11

p: well i wont be but

AZ: i did!!

AZ: you guys don’t stand a chance btw

p: damn way to kick a girl while shes down az

AZ: sorry?

*****

AZ: happy birthday paige

AZ: you’re so old

p: shut up

p: thank you azzi

*****

p: happy bday az

p: yOu’Re sO oLd

AZ: ok i had that coming

AZ: but thank you :)

*****

p: just saw the clip

p: hope you and your knee are ok <3

p: rest up azzi

AZ: thanks p

AZ: looks like we’re both gonna be on the bench next week

AZ: we’re still beating you guys though

p: well see bout that

*****

AZ: told you so

p: i couldnt even play bro

AZ: and i could??

p: whatever

p: we beatin you in march idc

AZ: sure p sure

*****

Azzi sighs, stretching her thumbs again where they hover over the keyboard on her phone. She’s laid out on her parents’ couch, legs propped up on a pillow, feeling utterly ridiculous as she tries to muster up the courage to send a text to Paige. She scrolls back up through their conversations from the past few months for what must be the eighth time today, overanalyzing every word.

It shouldn’t be this difficult, really—it’s hardly the first time this year that she’s been the one to reach out and text Paige. And she’s literally just trying to ask her if she’s going to a party. It’s an extremely low stakes conversation topic.

And yet here she is, practically ripping her hair out at the thought of pressing "send."

In all honesty, it’s a pretty good way to sum up what this year has been—so much more difficult than it ever needed to be.

And to say it’s been a weird fucking year would be an understatement.

After a disappointing tournament run in March, Maryland’s team changes significantly, so much so that Azzi has a hard time keeping track of it all. Graduations, transfers out, transfers in, new freshman—they're basically an entirely new team by the time the season starts up again in the fall.

And then she meets a girl, Maya, late one night in February when she’s cramming for an exam in the student union. She’s on the track team—a sprinter—tall, and devastatingly pretty. She’s unwaveringly confident, too, sitting across the empty table from Azzi and striking up a conversation with her easily. They end up talking for so long that night that the cleaning staff have to kick them out.

Things just click after that.

It's nice. It’s safe. It’s fun.

It’s sneaking into team housing well past curfew. It’s study dates at their favorite coffee shop on campus. It’s stolen hoodies and cold winter nights, huddled together for heat. It’s good luck kisses and lingering hugs before away games or meets. It’s late-night FaceTimes when there’s hundreds of miles separating them. It’s flower bouquets and greeting cards left on kitchen counters.

It’s something that feels a lot like the beginning stages of love.

And, above all, it makes Azzi happy.

There’s just one persistent, unavoidable problem—there's never enough time. Differing practice schedules. Basketball games and track meets. Press conferences and weight training. Midterms and March Madness. Conference championships and long flights across the country.

And it’s unfortunate, really, because a big part of Azzi thinks things could’ve been different. That maybe in another life—one where they met at a different time—things might have stuck. Things might have been long-term, could have worked out.

But in this life, they don’t.

After that it’s fairly quiet. Some random hookups here and there over the summer. A couple dates that fizzle out by the end of the night.

In the end, nothing she really regrets, but nothing that's as real as those few months were with Maya.

And then she reinjures her knee in December, forcing her to be sidelined. An unfortunately familiar seat on the bench with her name on it.

And then, of course, there's this weird situation with Paige. One that Azzi herself more or less created when she first reached out in August after Paige tore her ACL. It isn't like texting a stranger, but it also isn't like texting the old best friend she once knew. It's something in between, some strange acquaintance-like relationship that leaves Azzi entirely confused as to what she should or shouldn’t say.

Even if it is a bit strange, and maybe not quite ideal, she has to admit that it's still nice to have Paige back in some capacity. And enough time has passed, enough people have come and gone, that Azzi's just starting to warm up to the idea of someday calling Paige her friend again. Just a little bit.

Oh, and maybe Azzi also still finds her to be incredibly attractive.

But that's hardly relevant.

Her phone vibrates in her hand, catching her so off guard that she nearly drops it on her face. Her heart starts pounding in her ears, her stomach fluttering with anticipation—

Damn, it’s just from Diamond.

Azzi groans, clicking the notification.

diamond: you text her yet

Azzi rolls her eyes at her friend’s impatience.

AZ: almost

diamond: you’re actually killing me here

diamond: gimme her number

diamond: i'm gonna text her if you don’t

AZ: absolutely not

AZ: i regret telling you anything

diamond: no you don’t

diamond: now quit stalling and text. her.

AZ: oh my god FINE

Azzi swipes out of their conversation and taps back into her one with Paige.

Here goes nothing.

AZ: hey, you going to that stupid party again this year?

She turns her phone off immediately and slams it face down into the couch cushions, bringing her hands up to cover her face.

Her phone chimes not more than 30 seconds later, and Azzi half expects it to be another text from Diamond asking for updates.

But it isn’t.

p: yo

p: the one at that football players house??

p: maybe. ion know yet

“Oh my God,” she mutters, fingers already flying over her keyboard.

AZ: dude

AZ: it’s literally tomorrow

AZ: how do you not know

p: dude

p: ima busy person

p: my time is valuable yk

p: wbu tho

Azzi tries to fight the smile that’s forming on her face. She thinks for a minute, deciding to answer honestly.

AZ: i was thinking about it

Azzi watches with bated breath as the three dots on the screen disappear and reappear several times.

p: then maybe i will

Azzi sighs, closing her eyes and pressing the side of her phone into her forehead.

I’m never getting a straight answer out of her, she concedes.

*****

If anyone were to ask Azzi, she would argue that a cropped cami tank top with a pair of ripped jeans is perfectly reasonable attire for a casual house party in early January. The below-freezing temperatures are simply irrelevant.

It, of course, has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that Paige is likely to show up tonight. Azzi doesn’t think about how Paige had hugged her from behind and mumbled, “Looks so good, baby,” the last time she wore this shirt in front of her. She also doesn’t think about how Paige always seems especially distracted when she wears her hair up in a bun like this, blue eyes constantly straying to the lines of Azzi’s neck and collarbones.

She absolutely does not, under any circumstances, think about that. At all.

Azzi just likes to feel and look good is all. She’s got the former down easily, and she thinks she’s managed the latter, too, if the number of people who have come up to her tonight is any indication. Guys, girls, people she recognized and people she didn’t—it didn’t really seem to matter. It felt like there was an endless stream of drinks being offered, numbers trying to be given out, and suggestive conversations directed at her. It was flattering, sure, but none of them had the right tint of blonde hair, the exact shade of blue eyes, the correct build of muscle she had been searching for all night.

She downs the last of her drink, crushing the plastic cup in her hands and tossing it in the trash can behind her. She pulls her phone out of her pocket, checking the time. No texts.

Lifting a hand up to rub at her eye, she yawns and scans the room one more time, debating whether she should just call it a night at this point.

And then she feels it—the soft graze of fingers along her lower back, just above the waistband of her jeans. A warm, featherlight touch, then the familiar scent of vanilla and sandalwood and a low voice in her ear.

“Azzi.”

She spins towards her quickly, her breath catching in her throat at the proximity of Paige’s face to hers, just inches away. Azzi leans back a bit, mostly to give herself a chance to breathe, and feels the hand on her lower back slide to lightly press on the side of her hip.

Azzi drags her eyes over Paige then, unable to help herself, taking in the tech fleece pants hanging low on her hips and the black fitted T-shirt straining against the muscles in her arms. Azzi’s a bit surprised to see that she’s wearing her glasses—it’s not something she does very often. Paige is smirking, her blonde hair hanging loose around her shoulders, and Azzi swears she must have gotten taller since the last time she saw her.

She manages to catch her breath for a moment, flashing a smile that she hopes doesn’t reveal the nerves that she’s feeling. “Hi, Paige.”

Neither of them seems to know what to do after that because, honestly, what are you supposed to do in this type of situation?

To Azzi’s surprise, Paige makes the first move, stepping into Azzi’s space and snaking her other arm gently around Azzi’s waist. It takes Azzi a few seconds to respond before she leans into Paige and circles her arms around her shoulders. Azzi’s heart rate picks up even more when she feels Paige’s breath being released heavily against her, the tension leaving her shoulders.

“This okay?” Paige asks, her breath hot against the outside of Azzi’s ear. Azzi hums in agreement, settling her head to rest on Paige’s shoulder.

It probably should be awkward, and it is for just a second or two, but muscle memory kicks in and it ends up being more comforting than anything. It’s a hug after all, something they’ve done probably hundreds, if not thousands, of times over the years.

They could be there for a few seconds or a few minutes—Azzi really isn’t sure. At some point she feels someone bump into her as they walk by and that snaps her out of it, makes her realize that they are still at this party and people are definitely looking. She takes a step back and clears her throat, patting Paige’s shoulder once before dropping her arms to her sides.

“You look good, P,” Azzi admits, smiling softly.

Paige coughs and looks over her shoulder for a second before turning back to face her and—

Is she blushing?

She coughs again before saying, “Thanks. You do too, Az.”

Azzi smiles appreciatively, looking down at her hands. “Couple people here seemed to think so, too.”

Paige chuckles. “Yeah, saw ‘em all lined up for you.”

“You been talking to anyone else here?”

“Nah, not really,” Paige replies, waving her hand, and Azzi glances up to meet her eyes. Paige shrugs. “Only really came here for one person, you know?”

Azzi doesn’t have to ask her who that person is—the way Paige’s eyes are trailing across her face tells her everything she needs to know.

“Is that so?” Azzi crosses her arms in front of her, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

“Mhm.” Paige glances around the room before leaning into Azzi’s space again. “Hey, wanna get outta here? We can go somewhere else or somethin’.”

“I guess I can swing that,” Azzi agrees, hoping she comes across as indifferent as possible.

“Aight, cool.” Paige pats her pockets, searching for her keys. “You take your car here?”

Azzi shakes her head. “No, I walked.”

Paige raises an eyebrow at her, an incredulous look on her face. “No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did,” Azzi tries again, patting her own pockets to prove that they're empty.

“You walked here,” Paige repeats, still disbelieving. “In this weather.”

“It was only, like, 20 minutes.”

“There’s no way.”

“It’s better for the environment!”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh my God, can we just take your car or not?” Azzi rolls her eyes.

“Always the passenger princess.” Paige remarks, looking smug. “But, yeah, let’s go.” Paige beckons for Azzi to follow her to the coatrack. Paige holds the door open as they pull on their coats, both of the waving their hands over their shoulders as some people call out to them.

The short walk to Paige’s car is quiet, the occasional crunch of footsteps on snow the only sound. Azzi slips into the passenger seat and clicks her seat belt on, watching as Paige does the same in the driver’s seat. Paige drums her fingers quietly on the steering wheel, and Azzi glances out the window to look back at the house they just came from.

“So, uh, where to?” Paige asks, breaking the silence.

Azzi thinks for a moment before turning to Paige with a grin.

“Slushies?”

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

*****

“There’s just no way he said that,” Azzi giggles, readjusting her feet where they rest on Paige’s dashboard. They’re parked outside of Azzi’s parents’ house, heat blasting through the vents, SZA playing softly through the speakers, conversation flowing freely, half-drunken slushies melted and abandoned in the cupholders between them.

“I swear it’s true!” Paige promises.

“He for real told you that you have ‘the shittiest shooting form he’s ever fucking seen’?”

“On God, he did,” Paige laughs, running a hand through her hair. “Coach can be ruthless when he’s pissed off, man.”

“And you wanted me to come to UConn because?”

“Oh, c'mon, Az. You know no one can stay mad at you.” Paige reaches out and pokes at Azzi’s cheek. “Not with that face.”

Azzi pushes her hand away, flustered. “Shut up, P.”

“You know I’m right.”

“Whatever.”

A comfortable silence stretches on then, the two of them taking a moment to enjoy each other’s presence.

Azzi glances down at her watch. “I should probably get going,” she admits regretfully, turning around and rummaging in the backseat for her coat.

“Lemme pull up for you,” Paige insists, putting the car in drive and turning into the driveway.

She feels Paige put the car in park again just as she manages to find her jacket. “Thanks,” Azzi starts, pulling the door handle—

It’s locked.

What the hell?

Azzi yanks on it twice to be sure before turning to level her a stare. There’s a mischievous glint in Paige's eye that she doesn't trust. “So, are you letting me out or what?”

Paige keeps smiling widely at her, not moving or saying anything.

“Paige.”

Azzi watches Paige nod her head towards the front of the house, and Azzi follows the motion to see Curry and Stewie poking their heads through the curtains, their barks echoing off the window. Azzi shakes her head and glances back at Paige. “What is it?”

Paige shrugs, bringing her hands up to rest on the wheel again. “You gotta at least let me see my kids, Azzi.”

“Are you inviting yourself inside my house?” Azzi feels her eye twitching.

“Please,” Paige begs, and then she honest to God pouts at Azzi. “Think I’m due a visitation.”

“You are actually so annoying.” Azzi leans her head against the cool glass of the car window, closing her eyes.

“Is that a yes?” Paige asks, her voice lifting excitedly.

“It will be if you unlock this.” Azzi pulls on the door handle repeatedly.

“Ha, let’s go!” Paige exclaims, pressing the "unlock" button immediately and sprinting out of the car. She’s on the front porch and jumping in place before Azzi even has the chance to close the car door behind her.

“Alright, chill out,” Azzi mutters, brushing past her and turning the key into the lock. Paige pushes the door open the rest of the way and stumbles through the doorframe, kicking her shoes off. She makes it about five feet into the house before she drops to her knees and starts petting and hugging the two dogs racing around her.

Azzi locks the door behind her, and she can’t help the smile that overtakes her face when she sees Paige laid out on the ground, Stewie and Curry clambering over her to lick her face.

“My kids,” Paige coos, cradling Stewie in one arm and scratching Curry’s chin with her other hand. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s home now.”

Shaking her head, Azzi tears her eyes away from the scene and flops onto the couch. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and makes herself comfortable.

Paige stands up after a few minutes and stretches her arms above her head, groaning dramatically. Azzi catches a glimpse of her shirt riding up and her boxers peeking out before she pulls her phone closer to her face, fighting the heat creeping up on her cheeks. Paige doesn’t seem to notice, or if she does, she luckily doesn’t say anything about it. She moves to peek her head in the kitchen and the hallway before she reenters the living room.

“Nobody home?” Paige asks, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Azzi grabs a throw pillow off the couch and hurls it at her, but Paige catches it easily. “Stop. They went to a family holiday party thing I think.”

“And how the hell did you get outta goin’ to that?” Azzi feels the couch shake as Paige hops over the back of it and settles in across from her.

She puts her phone down and looks at Paige more fully then. “Like you said, no one can say no to this,” she explains, flashing her signature dimpled smile and pointing at it with both hands.

“I was jokin’ when I said that,” Azzi thinks she hears Paige grumble as she hugs the pillow she’s still holding to her chest.

Azzi goes back to scrolling on her phone, and she sees Paige throw the pillow up in the air and catch it a few times in her periphery.

She hears a heavy sigh, but she ignores it, opting to respond to a few texts from her teammates instead.

Then there’s another sigh, somehow more emphatic than the last, and the push of a foot against her own.

“Azzi.”

Maybe if I ignore her for long enough, she’ll stop, Azzi considers.

“Azzi.”

Just pretend you don’t hear her.

“Azzi Fudd.”

When has that ever actually worked, though?

“Azzi, please.”

Oh my fucking God, why did I let her in my house?

She clicks her phone off and drops it at her side, glaring daggers at Paige. “What?”

“Dude, I’m bored,” Paige complains.

“Dude, you literally do not have to be here,” Azzi points out.

“Entertain me, please.” Paige is practically begging now. “Aren’t you supposed to do that for your guests?”

Azzi closes her eyes and throws an arm over her face. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely annoying?”

“Yeah, you. Multiple times today, actually.”

“I was so right about that.”

“Okay, but can we do somethin’?” Paige asks again, kicking at her foot. Azzi kicks back, sliding her arm off her face.

“2K?” she suggests, gesturing to the controllers on the coffee table.

Paige’s eyes light up and she’s up in a flash, grabbing the remote to turn the TV on. “Fuck yes. Imma be the Lynx, though.”

“Whatever you want.”

*****

“Damn, you letting me win now, Paige?”

“Bro, ‘course not.”

“What’s your excuse this time?”

“Not my fault you keep distractin’ me, Az.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep your eyes off me, P.”

“Shut up. One more, I swear. Then we can quit.”

“Only if you win though, right?”

“Bro, just play.”

“Fine.”

*****

It’s many, many, games later—the clock on the wall having ticked over to the A.M. hours long ago—before Azzi has to tap out, eyes bleary and energy drained.

“Alright, I’m done,” Azzi sighs, tossing the controller on the coffee table and standing up slowly to stretch her back.

“Finally givin’ up?” Paige challenges, raising her eyebrows at her. Amazingly, somehow, she doesn’t look tired in the slightest.

“No, I’m not 'giving up.' I’ll literally fall asleep if we play one more.”

“If you say so.”

“Paige,” Azzi whines, pouting at her. “I just want to go to bed.”

“Aight, let’s be done then,” Paige agrees, setting her controller aside and standing up to stretch out.

“Are you awake enough to drive home?” Azzi questions.

“Me? Imma be just fine,” Paige assures her, moving toward the door. She bends down to pick up her shoes and pulls the curtain aside with a finger to peer outside. “Yeah, it’s no problem—oh, shit.”

Azzi strides over, reaching for the curtain to open it. “What is it?”

“Uh, well,” Paige starts, voice slightly muffled behind the thick fabric. “There’s a—”

Azzi grabs hold of the curtains, yanking them away to reveal the scene outside. Her jaw drops.

“—blizzard,” Paige finishes.

A fresh layer of snow, several inches deep, covers the ground. The wind lifts it up, blowing it around wildly, creating near whiteout conditions. Azzi can barely see Paige’s car parked in the driveway, a mere ten feet away.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Azzi mutters, staring disbelievingly out the window.

Paige furrows her brow, seeming to think something over for a minute. “Nah, I’ll still drive home.” She sits down on the recliner, untying the laces on her shoe.

“Like hell you will,” Azzi scoffs.

Paige looks up at her, pausing her movements. “Bro, chill. It’s, like, a couple blocks.”

But Azzi is persistent, moving to guard the door, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not letting you go out in that.”

“I can drive slow.”

“I don’t think you’re capable of that,” Azzi retorts, readjusting her arms. “Just stay, please. It’s too dangerous.”

“If you’re sure,” Paige concedes, tossing her sneakers behind her.

“I am.”

“Cool,” Paige stands, stretching her arms again. “I got the couch then.”

Azzi rolls her eyes, punches Paige’s shoulder playfully. “Don’t be stupid, P.”

Paige brings up a hand to rub at the spot Azzi hit, wincing in mock hurt. “Ow. Stupid ‘bout what?”

“You can just sleep in my bed. You are a guest after all,” Azzi points out, referring back to what Paige had said earlier.

Paige wiggles her eyebrows for the second time tonight, and Azzi considers punching her again, harder this time. “You want me that bad, huh?”

“Oh my God, stop. Look, I’ll take the couch, you take the bed? That fine?” Azzi offers, rubbing at her eyes.

“That’s dumb. You’re not gonna sleep in your own bed?”

Azzi throws her arms up in the air exasperatedly. “What do you suggest then?”

“I’on see why we can’t both just sleep in the bed,” Paige shrugs, not really meeting Azzi’s eyes.

How the hell did we get here?

“Whatever, sure,” Azzi relents, even though every fiber of her being is urging her to do the exact opposite. “I’m too tired for this. My family is gonna be home soon and I wanna sleep at least a little before they barge in.” She turns away and starts dragging her feet down the hallway to her room, hearing Paige padding quietly behind her. She pushes the door open with her shoulder and immediately goes to her closet, searching for something more comfortable to change into.

In the corner of her eye she spots Paige, shuffling about the room, eyes roaming over her pink bed sheets, the assortment of unicorn stuffed animals on her desk, the rainbow decals on her mirror. “Haven’t really changed much, huh?

Azzi grabs a pair of fleece pajama pants and a T-shirt, chuckling. “I don’t exactly live here anymore.”

“Good point.” Paige nods her head, running a finger along Azzi’s trophy shelf. Her eyes spot one item in particular and she takes it off the shelf. She flips the medal over to study the engraving on the back. “‘2018 Minnesota State Tournament: Class AAAA Champions’,” she reads with a scowl on her face. “Still can’t believe you guys beat us.”

Azzi walks up to her and snatches the medal from her, setting it back in its place. “Still can’t believe you’re not over it. This was, like, five years ago.”

“Aw, c’mon now. That last foul call was bullshit and you know it,” Paige grumbles.

“I think you’re just mad I dropped 30 points on your ass,” Azzi teases.

Paige frowns, crossing her arms. “No one was helpin’ me on defense.”

“Uh huh. Look, I’m gonna get dressed and stuff,” Azzi calls over her shoulder on her way to the bathroom. She pauses in the doorway and points a finger at Paige accusingly. “No touching anything else.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Paige promises with a mock salute.

Azzi changes into her pajamas and gets ready for bed as quickly as her fatigued body will allow, which is to say not very quickly at all. By the time she’s done, she’s so drained that she’s sluggishly dragging her body back to her room.

She’s rounding the corner into her room, dirty clothes from the party in hand, when she happens to look up. She chokes on air, clothing falling out of her hands, and stumbles to regain her balance.

Paige is sprawled out on her bed, hair splaying across her pillows, the light of her phone screen lighting up her face.

But none of that is the issue here.

The issue here is that Paige is wearing a sports bra and pair of boxers and that’s it.

The lines of her hips are visible, her abs pulled taut, and Azzi suddenly feels like she needs to cover her eyes, unless she wants to start choking on air again. “What the fuck are you doing?” she squeaks out, hands covering her face.

She hears Paige laugh. “It’s hot as hell in here. I’on know why you keep the temp at, like, 75 degrees all the time.”

“So you had to take your clothes off?”

“It’s nothin’ you haven’t seen before anyways.”

“Paige.”

“Azzi.”

Azzi leans against the wall, dropping her hands from her face but keeping her eyes screwed tightly shut. “Can you—God, can you at least put a shirt on or something?”

I’m not sleeping a wink tonight if she doesn’t.

She hears the bed creak slightly and assumes Paige must be sitting up now. “If I gotta.”

Azzi takes that as agreement and blindly feels her way to her closet, searching for the closest T-shirt she can find and pulling it off the hanger. She tosses it behind her in the direction of the bed.

“Okay, Imma get ready too then, I guess,” Paige is saying, the sound of her footsteps becoming more distant as she exits the room.

Azzi expels all the air out of her lungs, finally allowing herself to open her eyes. With shaky legs she makes her way to the bed, tucking herself under the covers. She takes a few more steadying breaths.

Pull it together, Fudd.

Paige is back sooner than Azzi is ready for her to be, but she stops a few feet into the room and gestures at her shirt. “This funny to you or somethin’?”

Azzi takes a moment to actually look at the shirt she unknowingly picked out for Paige and barks out a laugh, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

The shirt has "St. John’s – State Champs" written across the chest in bold letters, her old high school’s logo below it.

“Okay, I promise I didn’t mean to pick that one,” Azzi swears, unable to contain her laughter.

“I’on believe you,” Paige grunts, sliding into the empty side of the bed. “You know I’d get beat up if anyone saw me wearin’ this, right?”

“Good thing it’s just me then, huh?”

“Guess so,” Paige grumbles, pulling the sheets up to her chin.

“Don’t worry,” Azzi says, smirking. “Your secret is safe with me, Cadet.”

Paige glares at her before rolling over and turning her back to Azzi. “I’m actually done talkin’ to you. Night.”

Azzi turns her bedside lamp off, encasing the room in darkness, save for a few bands of a dim streetlight poking through her blinds. “Night,” she echoes, settling to lay on her back.

She wills herself to sleep then, waiting for the exhaustion she’s been feeling for the past few hours to finally take over.

It doesn’t come.

It shouldn’t be this difficult.

But Azzi’s mind is racing, all thoughts on her former best friend stretched out beside her. Paige, lying in her childhood bed, clad in one of Azzi’s old basketball T-shirts and a pair of boxers, the warmth radiating from her enough to scorch Azzi’s skin even from half a foot away.

“Hey, P?” Azzi whispers, her gaze still glued to the ceiling.

She sees movement in her periphery, Paige angling her head back slightly in her direction. “Hm?”

Azzi swallows hard, attempting to dislodge the lump forming in her throat.

There’s been one question turning itself over and over in her mind all day. A thought that wouldn’t leave her head no matter how hard she tried to shake it out.

God, this is such a bad idea.

“Did you have a New Year’s kiss this year?” she hears herself ask.

Everything is silent then, and Azzi can’t think of many other times in her life where she’s felt as vulnerable as she does now.

The quietness stretches on for an agonizingly long amount of time. It lasts for so long, in fact, that part of Azzi begins to wonder if Paige might have fallen asleep.

“Nah,” Paige mumbles, breaking the silence. She turns fully back onto her side to face Azzi, resting her hands together underneath her head. Azzi feels her heavy stare piercing through the darkness and shivers. “You?”

Azzi shakes her head, sighs, “Me neither.”

She moves to face Paige, mirroring her position, her heartbeat thumping wildly in her ears.

Azzi wets her lips, locks her eyes onto Paige’s.

Fuck it.

“Did you want to have one?” she breathes out.

She doesn’t know what she’s expecting. Maybe for Paige to shove her playfully or smile at her or something like that.

But Paige brings her bottom lip into her mouth, waits a beat, then nods her head.

Oh.

She wants this, too.

Azzi isn’t sure which of them is leaning in, but suddenly Paige’s face is just inches from her own, her breath warm against Azzi’s lips.

“Are you sure?” Paige whispers.

Am I sure I want this?

Absolutely.

Am I sure we should be doing this?

Well...

Despite her doubts, Azzi swallows and nods her head.

Paige is the one to close the gap between them, hesitant, at first, and gentle, just the soft press of her lips against Azzi’s own. A tentative reunion, two aching souls finally coming back home to each other.

And then the kiss turns needy, hungry, and Paige is bringing a hand up to cup her face, sliding the other down to Azzi’s waist. Azzi does the same, tugs slightly to bring Paige to hover slightly over her. Paige is kissing her hard now, pressing her into the bed, exhaling heavily, making Azzi’s heart flutter uncontrollably.

Azzi makes a decision then, pulls back just slightly and uses her tongue to part Paige’s lips, shivering when she feels Paige sigh against her mouth. The action seems to spur Paige on further because she’s shifting again, slipping her leg in between Azzi’s, applying just a hint of pressure, building up a low heat there.

Paige is relentless, kissing her with such fervor that it makes her head spin. Azzi feels a thumb dip below the waistband of her pants, caressing against her hip, and for some reason that snaps Azzi out of the dizzy haze she's found herself trapped in.

Azzi breaks the kiss, lightheaded, because if she doesn't do it now she thinks they might never stop.

Paige rests their foreheads together for a moment. She leans back, shifts her body off Azzi’s, her pupils blown out and her chest heaving.

“There,” Azzi hears herself say, breath uneven. “Happy New Year.” Then she rolls away from Paige, heartbeat still erratic in her ears, shaking hands pulling the covers back over herself.

She feels the bed shift a minute later as Paige wordlessly turns away from her.

Azzi brings her fingers up to touch her mouth, the sensation still lingering there.

It’s hours before sleep finally finds her.

*****

Azzi wakes to the afternoon sunlight hitting her square in the face, and she pulls a pillow over her head to block it out. Groaning, she blindly sticks an arm out beside her, feeling for a warm body next to her to shake awake.

Her hand comes up empty.

She shoots up in her bed, panic swarming her as she scans across the empty room. Her chest tightens, her throat constricts.

Fuck, she’s gone.

Tears are just starting to prick at the corner of her eyes when the sound of boisterous laughter bounces off the walls of the hallway.

Curious, Azzi follows the sound, finding its source relatively quickly.

The sight is strange enough to raise Azzi’s eyebrows—her dad and Paige, seated on opposite sides of the dining table, laughing over empty breakfast plates.

Paige notices her first, nodding her chin towards her in acknowledgement. “Hey, Az.” She pats the chair next to her. “Sit.”

Azzi doesn’t move, eyes moving skeptically between her dad and Paige. “Hi. What are you guys talking about?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’,” her dad says, but the snickering between the two of them afterwards is saying something completely different.

“This.” Azzi points a finger back and forth between the two of them. “This I don’t like.”

“C’mon, we’re just messin’,” Paige assures, still grinning devilishly.

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Azzi responds sarcastically, opening the fridge door and sticking her head in it, searching for something to settle her rumbling stomach. “So, what are we doing today?”

“Packing, I guess?” Paige replies.

Azzi picks her head up at that and closes the fridge. “Huh, why?”

“Got a flight to Connecticut in the mornin',” Paige shrugs, and Azzi’s heart drops to her stomach.

“You do?” she asks, failing to keep the sadness from creeping into her voice.

Paige looks apologetic, casting her eyes downward. “Yeah. I’m sorry. Forgot to mention it. Speakin’ of, I should head on out soon.” She stands, putting her dishes in the sink before clapping Azzi’s dad on the back. “Good to see you as always, Tim.”

He smiles up at her fondly. “You too, Paige.”

“Imma grab my stuff,” Paige says, brushing past Azzi into the living room. Azzi moves on autopilot, trailing behind her.

It takes Paige all of three seconds to get ready, having only really come here with her phone and the clothes she wore yesterday, which she must have changed back into at some point. Azzi watches her pull her sneakers on, shrug into her jacket.

“Guess this it then,” Paige starts, eyes looking anywhere but at Azzi.

Azzi wrings her hands together, trying to figure out where to go from here. “Well, uh, I guess I’ll see you around then, P.”

Azzi is going to leave it at that, moving her arms to give Paige a quick hug, but then Paige is grabbing her arm and pulling her in closer, lowering her voice. “Don't we need to talk 'bout somethin'?”

“Last time you said that you broke up with me.” Azzi pries Paige’s fingers off her arm.

Paige bristles at that, rubbing at the back of her neck nervously. “Okay, but still. We need to talk.”

“About?” Azzi asks, even though she already knows where this conversation is going. She looks at Paige expectantly.

“We kissed, Azzi. You don’t think we should talk ‘bout that?” There’s a crease between her eyebrows. “I mean, like, what does it mean, you know?”

There are two ways Azzi can play this. She can be honest, tell Paige that she lost hours of sleep over it, that it’s the only thing she’s thought about since she woke up, that it shifted her world off its axis. Can tell her that all those feelings she tried to push down have risen rapidly back to the surface, demanding all of her attention. Can lay it all out in front of them, knowing it could be months before the next time they see each other again.

And then there’s a second option.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Azzi is saying, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

Maybe it's time for the ball to be in Paige's court now.

Paige shakes her head exaggeratedly, her face screwed up in utter confusion. “It doesn’t?”

“Not unless we want it to,” Azzi continues, making her expression as unreadable as possible.

“Well, do you?”

Azzi hums noncommittally, looking down at her nails. “Probably easier if we just forget about it, right? I mean, it was only one kiss.”

There’s conflict painted clear across Paige’s face, her mouth opening and closing several times like she can’t quite figure out how she’s supposed to respond to that. She bites her lip hard, so hard that Azzi is a little concerned that she’s about to draw blood.

“I—I, uh,” she stutters, and Azzi can’t remember the last time she saw her look this flustered. “No, yeah. For sure. Just a kiss.” She nods her head once, like she’s trying to convince herself.

“Good, I’m glad we agree,” Azzi replies, even if she doesn’t really mean it.

Paige scratches at the back of her neck again, clearly not anticipating the conversation to go like this. “Yeah. So...maybe I’ll see you in March or somethin’?” She offers a smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes.

Azzi shrugs. “Maybe you will.”

*****

She doesn’t.

[mmso-notlikethat]

gonna send you three and can pick or do all three 👀😊

bucktommy + pompt

1. “I’m not the right person for you.” “You’re doing a bad job of convincing me of that.”

2. “Don’t look at me like that.” “How am I looking at you?” “Like you love me.”

3. “If I had asked, would you have stayed?” “You didn’t ask. So we’ll never know.”

Hi Lorri 😶‍🌫️ hehe sorry for being late but yay i wrote something finally, hope you like it 🙈 1 & 3 (mostly 3) - also i added the 2nd part specifically because i didn't want to leave it without the comfort 😗

The bar was alive with chatter and laughter, a typical Friday night. Buck sat with the 118 at one end of the long table, his smile forced as he pretended to focus on the conversation. But his eyes kept drifting—toward the other end of the bar, where Tommy sat with his own team.

Tommy looked good. Too good. His laughter carried easily over the chatter, his sharp jawline catching the low light as he leaned back in his chair. But Buck could see the cracks—the way Tommy’s fingers tightened around his beer when their eyes met briefly, the forced casualness in how he avoided Buck entirely.

Next to Buck, Lucas—his date—laughed at something Eddie said, leaning in slightly. Buck gave a polite smile but barely heard the joke. His focus was locked on Tommy, watching as he ordered a round for his team, catching the waiter afterward and motioning discreetly for water to be brought to Buck’s table.

Tommy was always good at that—caring quietly, invisibly, like he didn’t want anyone to notice. But Buck noticed. He always noticed.

As the night went on, the two groups merged, and the conversation flowed easily. Tommy laughed and joked with Chimney and Hen, even throwing in a few teasing remarks at Eddie. But he didn’t look at Buck—didn’t even glance his way.

Buck, meanwhile, tried to keep his attention on Lucas. He laughed politely at Lucas’s anecdotes, nodding along as his date animatedly recounted a story about a disastrous camping trip. Lucas leaned in closer as he talked, his hand brushing against Buck’s arm in a way that Buck assumed was meant to be reassuring or flirtatious.

“You’d have loved it,” Lucas said, grinning. “I’m talking tents flying into rivers, raccoons raiding our food stash, the works. Honestly, I don’t know how I made it out of there with my sanity intact.”

Buck chuckled, though it felt hollow even to him. “Sounds like a wild trip.”

“Oh, it was,” Lucas replied, his eyes lighting up. “Next time I go, I’m making sure the tent pegs actually stay in the ground. Maybe you can come along—show me how it’s done.”

Buck hesitated, the suggestion catching him off guard. “Uh, yeah. Maybe.”

Lucas’s hand lingered on Buck’s forearm, his thumb brushing against his sleeve. Buck shifted slightly, glancing toward Tommy out of habit, only to catch the faintest flicker of a reaction. Tommy’s laugh faltered mid-conversation, his head turning just enough to glance at them. His jaw tightened for a brief moment before he quickly redirected his focus back to Eddie, throwing out a teasing remark about his car troubles.

Lucas didn’t seem to notice the reluctance in Buck’s voice and pressed on. He leaned in even closer, his knee brushing Buck’s under the table. “So, tell me, do you guys get a lot of downtime between calls? Or is it, like, constant chaos?”

“Depends on the day,” Buck said, his tone distracted as his eyes drifted again—back to Tommy, who was laughing at something Chimney had said. The sound was too loud, too carefree to be real, and the sight of it made Buck’s chest tighten.

“Buck?” Lucas’s voice pulled him back, and Buck blinked, realizing Lucas was watching him expectantly.

“Sorry,” Buck said quickly. “What was that?”

Lucas smiled, though there was a flicker of something—disappointment?—in his expression. “I was just asking if you’ve ever had a close call at work. Like, something that really scared you.”

“Oh,” Buck said, his mind scrambling to focus. “Uh, yeah. A few times, I guess.”

Lucas tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “Want to share? Or is it all firefighter code or something?”

Before Buck could answer, Tommy’s voice cut through the conversation, drawing the group’s attention back to him as he and Lucy recounted a story about a particularly challenging rescue. Buck’s eyes darted to him again, catching the way Tommy gestured animatedly, his laugh carrying across the table. But still—he didn’t look at Buck. Not once.

“Buck?” Lucas prompted, his voice softer now, his smile still warm but a little strained.

Buck forced himself to turn back to Lucas, offering a weak smile in return. “Sorry. Long day.”

“Right,” Lucas said, his smile faltering for the first time. “Of course.”

Despite Lucas’s effort to maintain the connection, Buck’s focus kept slipping—always back to Tommy. Always noticing the way Tommy avoided looking at him, no matter how hard Buck wished he would.

It wasn’t until Tommy stood, grabbing his jacket, that Buck moved. He waited just a beat before excusing himself from the table, ignoring Lucas’s questioning look as he followed Tommy outside into the cool night air.

“Tommy,” Buck called, his voice cutting through the quiet.

Tommy stopped but didn’t turn around immediately. He stood there for a moment, his shoulders tense, before slowly facing Buck. “You should go back inside,” Tommy said, his voice even. “Your date’s waiting.”

Buck shook his head, stepping closer. “I don’t care about that right now.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, his expression sharpening. “That’s not fair to him.”

Buck’s jaw tightened. “Well, you shouldn’t talk about fair.”

Tommy flinched slightly, his mask cracking just enough for Buck to see the guilt beneath it. His fingers twitched at his sides, flexing like he was fighting the urge to run a hand through his hair or shove them deeper into his jacket pockets. Instead, he leaned back against the brick wall, his shoulders stiff. “What do you want, Buck?” he asked, his voice calm, way too calm.

“I want to talk”

“We’re talking”

“No we’re not! You’re avoiding me,” Buck shot back, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “You’ve been avoiding me all night.”

Tommy’s lips twitched into a faint, humorless smile. “You’re imagining things.”

“No, I’m not,” Buck said firmly. “You’ve been dodging me for months, Tommy. And now, here you are, acting like you’re fine when you’re clearly not.”

Tommy’s expression hardened slightly. “What do you want me to say, Buck? That seeing you with someone else hurts? That I want to punch the guy every time he leans too close to you? Fine. It hurts. But that doesn’t change anything.”

“Why not?” Buck demanded. “Why does it have to be like this?”

Tommy hesitated, his jaw tightening as his gaze dropped to the ground. “Because I’m not the right person for you... he might be”

“Oh you’re doing a terrible job of convincing me of that,” Buck said, stepping closer. “You care, Tommy. You don’t want to admit it, but you do.”

Tommy’s head snapped up, his eyes flashing with something raw. “That doesn’t mean anything, Buck.”

“Doesn’t it?” Buck countered. “You remembered I forget to drink water when I’m out, you always forced me to do so. You told the waiter without anyone noticing. And don’t even try to deny it because I know you, Tommy. You’re still looking out for me.”

Tommy let out a shaky breath, his hands finally leaving his pockets to rub at his face. “Looking out for you doesn’t mean I’m good for you.”

“That’s bullshit,” Buck said sharply. “also you don’t get to decide what’s good for me.”

Tommy shook his head, his voice cracking. “You don’t get it. I’m trying to protect you. From me. From everything I can’t be.”

“I don’t need protection, Tommy,” Buck said, stepping closer. “I needed you.”

Tommy’s lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment, it looked like he might break. His hands trembled slightly before he clenched them into fists, his jaw tightening as he forced the emotion away.

“If I had asked, would you have stayed that night?” Buck asked suddenly, his voice trembling.

Tommy froze, his shoulders sagging slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, almost resigned. “You didn’t ask. So we’ll never know Evan.”

The words hung between them, heavy and unyielding. Buck opened his mouth to respond, but the door behind him swung open, and Lucas’s voice called out, “Buck? Everything okay?”

Tommy immediately straightened, the rawness in his expression vanishing behind a carefully neutral mask. “See you around, Buck.”

“Tommy—wait—” Buck started, but Tommy was already walking away, his steps hurried as he disappeared into the shadows.

Buck stood there, his heart pounding as Lucas approached, concern etched on his face. But Buck barely registered him, his mind spinning with all the things he should have said but didn’t.

All Buck could hear was Tommy’s voice, quiet and distant in his mind: “You didn’t ask. So we’ll never know.”

Because this time, he hadn’t asked either.

***

It was early evening when Tommy heard the sharp knock at his door. The sound was insistent, relentless, as if whoever stood on the other side wouldn’t leave until the door opened. Tommy sighed, setting down his coffee mug and heading to the door. When he opened it, the sight that greeted him made his chest tighten.

“Ev—Buck! What are you doing here?” Tommy’s voice betrayed his surprise, though he tried to keep it steady.

“We need to talk.”

Tommy exhaled, his hand tightening slightly on the doorframe. “I have a shift, Buck.”

Buck’s jaw clenched as he stared at Tommy, then, without waiting for an invitation, he pushed past him into the house. Tommy stumbled back slightly, too stunned to stop him.

“Be late, or don’t go. I don’t care. We’re talking,” Buck said, his voice sharp, almost daring Tommy to argue.

Tommy closed the door, rubbing a hand over his face. “Really, Buc—”

���I swear to God, Tommy,” Buck interrupted, his glare cutting through the air between them. “If you call me Buck one more time, I’m burning this whole house down.”

For a moment, the room was silent except for Buck’s heavy breathing. Then Tommy let out a soft, almost reluctant chuckle. “Okay, Evan,” he said, his tone lighter now, though his eyes still held a trace of weariness.

Buck crossed his arms, his stance unyielding. “Good. Now sit.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow but complied, sitting down on the edge of his worn couch. He leaned forward, as he looked up at Buck. “What’s so important that you had to barge in here and threaten arson?”

“You,” Buck said simply, his voice steady, though his hands fidgeted slightly at his sides. “Us.” Then he quickly added, as if to not give tommy any excuses “Also, Lucas isn’t good for me. He… talks too much.”

Tommy blinked, then let out a startled laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I kind of figured that.”

Tommy exhaled, his shoulders sagging “Evan…”

“No,” Buck said firmly, cutting him off. “You don’t get to brush this off. Not this time.”

For a moment, Buck thought he might walk away, but then Tommy raised his eyes, his expression torn.

Buck took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I’m asking you, Tommy… will you let me stay?”

Tommy froze, his lips parting slightly as the words hit him. His eyes flickered with something unguarded—recognition, maybe, or regret—and for a moment, Buck thought he might shut down again. But then Tommy’s shoulders relaxed, and the faintest trace of a smile pulled at his lips.

“Okay,” Tommy said softly. He glanced down briefly, exhaling as though the weight he carried had shifted, then looked back at Buck with something that might have been hope. “Please... stay, Evan.”

[suguslve]

‧˚꒰🍷꒱༘‧— ECHOES OF A LOST LOVE

synopsis: the bond you shared with Draco was unbreakable, a love that grew deeper than anything to the point where nothing could ever sever it. but what would happen to you and your relationship once Draco was compelled to follow his family’s dark path?

♰ pairings. draco malfoy x gn!reader

♰ genre. fluff to angst

♰ warnings. major character death, a little ooc...(i think!) pet names included (love, doll, dear)

♰ word count. 2k

♰ a/n. this was set during the deathly hallows aka during their sixth year at Hogwarts. reader is from a diff house. inspired by the famous "congratulations, my love!" to "please, my love..." lines from rioagatha. enjoy reading and lmk your thoughts!

The world around you seemed to fade, the cheers and shouts dimming as your gaze fixed solely on him. He had done it—he had caught the snitch that secured Slytherin's victory. As you watched him celebrate with his teammates, your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love and pride. You knew how hard he had worked for this, all the late nights spent on the pitch was worth it. His eyes swept the crowd, searching, until he found you.

He grabbed his broom and made his way toward you in the stands.

"Did you see me, love? I finally did it! We won!" he exclaimed, his voice full of excitement.

You chuckled softly as a smile tugged at your lips. "Congratulations, my love! You were incredible up there."

Your heart swelled as you gazed at him, full of love so fierce, and so overwhelming. As he closed the distance between you, pulling you into a kiss filled with fervor, the cheers of the crowd grew louder around you two—but you didn’t care about them, because in that moment, all that mattered was him and you. And it was then when you realized that loving him would be your kryptonite.

You carefully tucked the polaroid photo from that day into the pocket of your robe. It was a memory from your fifth year—one you would never forget.

As you stepped off the train, he kissed your forehead as you both bid each other goodbye. He then started fumbling through his coat pocket and pulled out a small box. Looking up at him in confusion, you asked him softly, "What's that, my dear?"

He opened the box with a smile, revealing a ring adorned with small (fav color) gems surrounding a larger green one, the colors that had come to represent both of you. With a gentle smile, he took your hand and said, "It’s a promise ring. This will do for now, until I can give you a proper engagement ring—one far better than this. But this, for now, is a symbol of my love and commitment to you. Trust me, once we graduate, I’ll marry you. I swear my own life on it."

He slid the ring onto your finger and kissed it gently, his eyes filled with unwavering sincerity. “I love you, Y/N and very much so to the point that my heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own.” 

Your eyes welled up with tears threatening to fall. Godric, you really did love this man. “And I love you, so much, my dear. I’ll be holding onto that promise of yours, Malfoy.” 

A soft laugh escaped both of you, the bond between you unspoken but so deeply understood.

If you had known that that would be the last happy memory you two would share, you would’ve stayed there a little longer. Because when you returned to Hogwarts for your sixth year, everything had shifted. 

You sat beside him the entire train ride back, like always, but something was different. His responses were distant, his touch absent, and the love that once radiated from his eyes were gone. Something had definitely happened over the summer, you thought, but whenever you asked him, he merely brushed you off and went back to staring at the view from outside the train. And in the days that followed, the distance between you two only grew.

The spark, joy, and love you both had shared seemed to have fade into nothingness. He doesn’t talk to you anymore, much less acknowledge you. He doesn’t send you letters during class. He doesn’t hold your hand under the table of the Great Hall during breakfast or dinner. He doesn’t hold your waist when he escorts you to your common room. And he doesn’t kiss you when bidding you goodbye anymore. He had become a shell of the man you used to love—the man that loved you so greatly. And so you had accepted the painful truth: that he was no longer the same, he was no longer the Draco you once knew and loved. It broke you, greatly, but there was nothing else left for you to do.

After Dumbledore's death, it was as if Hogwarts died along with him. The school that once radiated life and warmth now felt broken and changed into something darker and more ominous than ever before. You learned along the way that Draco had become a Deatheater, a sharp pain lodged in your chest. You knew this was bound to happen, considering the family he grew up in—but you still trusted him. Believed his promise that he won’t follow his father’s footsteps; but promises are always meant to be broken.

And then it came, the war that you so longingly dreaded. Everyone fought desperately for their lives, and the Hogwarts you had once cherished was now a shadow of its former self.

You and Harry were racing through the halls, searching for the Room of Requirement while Hermione and Ron worked to destroy the other horcruxes. Suddenly, a wall in front of you began to shift and change. "Harry, over here!" you called out, but he kept running ahead, unaware. “POTTER!” he flinched at your voice and made his way towards you. “The Room of Requirement..." he murmured as the door fully materialized. "Come on." he said, grabbing your arm and pulling you inside. You both immediately began searching for the diadem. 

After a few minutes of searching, you asked, "Is it in a box or something?" 

"I dunno, okay?" he replied quickly, his voice tinged with urgency. 

"Just keep looking." He said, his attention fully on the search as well.

You heard soft footsteps approaching, causing you to pause and look around. When your eyes met his, you were frozen in place. There he was, the man you loved. The man who held you close to him whenever you had a bad day, the man who whispered “i love you” when he thinks you’re asleep (you aren’t), the man who promised that he won’t be anything like his father, the man who still holds your heart in his hands no matter how bruised and broken it already was, the man you still love. He stood there with Blaise and Goyle, all of them pointing their wands at you and Harry, yet his eyes never left yours. 

Oh, how he missed you.

“Well, well. What brings you here, Potter?” Draco asked smugly as his attention shifted to Harry.

Harry stepped in front of you, instinctively protecting you. “I could ask you the same.” he shot back. Draco’s gaze drifting between you and Harry before he spoke again. “You have something of mine. I’d like it back.” he demanded. You looked at Harry, confused. “What’s he talking about?” you whispered softly.

Your voice. Oh how he missed your soft voice. The voice that would softly wake him whenever he’s having a nightmare, the voice that would scold him for being too reckless, the voice that would softly whisper ‘i love you’ before drifting off to sleep, the voice he craved to hear say his name once more.

“I took his wand from him that night at the Malfoy manor.” Harry answers you. “You knew it was me didn’t you? But you didn’t say anything.” he continues as he turns to Draco.

“Come on, Draco. Don’t be a prat, do them both.” Goyle whispers to Draco, he hesitates—his eyes wavering as they finally settled at you. No. He could never. He would rather kill himself than you. Anyone but you.

You look at Harry who slowly picks up his wand from his back pocket. “Harry. Don’t.” you warn him nervously. “Don’t worry.” he assures you. “Expelliarmus!” the spell being thrown at Goyle, and then all hell breaks loose. Blaise and Goyle quickly retaliated with curses aimed at Harry. 

“Oh fuck it.” you think before grabbing your wand as well. “Fiendfyre!” you cast the spell at Goyle to which he dodges swiftly. 

“Crucio!” 

You fall, pain coursing through your whole body. Draco’s eyes widen with fear and Harry looks at you for a brief moment before running after Blaise and Goyle. In that moment, Draco felt as though his whole world came crashing down. Without hesitation, he rushed over to you—his love, his heart, and soul.

"Hey… hey…" he whispered urgently, his cold hands trembling as they gently cupped your face. His voice filled with panic and desperation, and his eyes welling with tears before they fell softly on your face. You looked up at him and tried your hardest to smile through the pain. 

“Hi, my love.” He sobs at that, despite all the pain you’re feeling right now, you still managed to give him the sweetest smile ever.

"J-just wait a bit, my dear, okay? I’ll—I'll figure out a way to help you. Just wait, for me hmm?" His voice cracked as he pleaded, his tears falling freely. You shook your head lightly.

“Y–you finally looked…at..me…missed you so much Dray…” his heart breaks at that. How could he have been so stupid? How could he treat you like shit just because of what happened? You didn’t deserve him—didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

“I know, my love. I missed you so damn much too. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you from all of this—I thou– I thought I was protecting you but instead I hurt you. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry for being such a dickhead to you.” he admitted, his voice full of regret. All he wanted was to keep your bright soul safe from the darkness that swallowed him whole and the guilt gnawed at him knowing he was the one who caused you so much pain.

“Y–yeah…you were so mean Dray…so so mean. But it’s o–okay.. I forgive you now..” you whispered, your voice growing faint as the strength to stay awake slowly slipped from you.

With the last of your strength, you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the polaroid, your hands trembling as you handed it to him. "Do you remember that day, love?" you whispered, your voice weak. "You were so happy, so proud of yourself... I was so proud of you then, still am." you said softly, offering him a weak smile. 

"’Course I remember," he replied, voice thick with emotion. "You were the only one who mattered at that moment. You almost knocked me off my broom that day, you know?" He tried to joke, a futile attempt to ease the tension, to make you feel better.

You could slowly feel the edges of your consciousness slipping. The pain was overwhelming, but what hurt more than anything was the thought of leaving him—of leaving him alone.

"I... I can't anymore... it hurts so much, Dray," you whispered, tears filling your eyes as you spoke.

“No! no don’t say that, don’t say shit like that doll please…” he pleaded, his hand trembling as it gently caressed your face, just the way you liked.

"I'm so sorry... love..." you murmured, feeling your strength slip away with each passing second. You reached up and held his face for one last time. 

"I... I love you, 'kay?" He gripped your hand tightly, shaking his head in frantic denial.

“N–no. No don’t do this to me Y/N…Please, my love…please.” his voice breaking as he called your name over and over.

So this was what it was like to be on the brink of death. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. Because at least you got to be with him one last time. Loving him really was your kryptonite.

Then, your eyes closed, and your hand went limp in his. It was then that Draco's tears broke free, falling uncontrollably as he clutched your lifeless body to his. He shook his head in disbelief, as if trying to deny the crushing reality that you were truly gone. He hopes that this is was all just a dream, a sick cruel dream that he’d wake up from, and you’d be there, alive and smiling brightly at him. But as he felt your hands grow cold—the painful truth sank in. You were gone, and now he was all alone—utterly and completely alone—left with only the remnants of his broken heart and a small velvet box with a ring inside, tucked away safely in his coat pocket. The ring you told him you wanted if you were to get married, the ring he bought the summer of your fifth year, the ring he was planning to give you after the war had ended, the ring he was wasn’t able to give you.

all rights reserved to © suguslve.

[notenoughgauze]

Throne

MDNI SMUT WARNING AHEAD

He was completely and utterly in love with you. His heart bursts at the mere sight of you. He can’t handle the way your pretty eyes shine up at him when he talks. When he’s alone in his room, he takes the time to imagine you fully. When you say you’re going to take a shower, he imagines stripping and joining you. His mind is owned by you and only you. Good lord and your lips. So kissable it drives him up the walls. He wants to mark his taste along the plush skin. 

You destroyed his very self  with your beauty. He feels like he only could ever exist with you around. When you’re gone, he feels lonely and mopes about the whole house, waiting for you to come back from whatever it is you’ve been doing. He wants nothing more than to keep you in bed and enjoy touches for the whole day, why couldn’t you just do that? Just stay with him! One day is all he asks with those sweet little puppy eyes. He can’t believe it when it finally works and you spend the whole day off with him in bed, just touching,  kissing, and fucking deep and slow. 

“Just give me one taste, just one please baby.” he cries to you, begging to have you sit on his face sometime during the fuckfest you’ve allowed. You’re hesitant, why wouldn’t you be? He just keeps insisting, pleading for your cunt to envelop him completely. Finally when you straddle his face, thick thighs nearly crush his head. You falter, considering if he’d allow you to just hover. You’re afraid to smother him, but of course that's just what he wants. When you take too long, he pulls you down, hands splayed out across your ass and gripping the soft fat tightly, urging you to continue. 

His cock is against his tummy and so hard it looks almost painful. Yet he’s moaning like he could cum just from the taste of you. He wanted to be the throne the pretty goddess sits on to rule. He needed more. Needed everything you would give him. How could you say no to such a sweet display? You give in, letting him have all of you and he takes that opportunity to show you why you’re with him still. He sucks and licks to his heart’s content. Slurping up any juices that come from you. His face is covered in you. God does he love it. He;s engulfed in you fully and he can’t get enough of it. 

Finally he gets that cry, that whine that makes his cock twitch. “I-I’m close.” You scream out, rocking your hips back and forth against him. He feels drunk from it all, working 10x harder to get you to release all over him. To look up and see your eyes roll back in pleasure and your mouth hang open in a silent moan. Of course, he couldn’t help but spill all over himself from the anticipation, moaning into your pussy and sending you over the edge right along with him. His cum coats his tummy, and his cock twitches as it releases everything so pent up. He drinks down your godly nectar and you pull off of him in overstimulation. 

He cleans you both up with a washcloth near the nightstand. He whispers sweet nothings about how he loves you and you did so fucking good for him. That you’re all his and him yours. 

[hotchfiles]

nothing else compares,

part-two of passenger seat // seth cohen × fem!reader w.c: 1.317 content heads-up: light descriptions of sexual sceneries, alcohol mention.

You and Seth were geeks, your phones glued to your hands, your replies to each other were always quick, a rapid fire of witty remarks and references only you two could understand. That's why it was strange not to hear from you all day.

If Seth was being honest to himself, he only noticed the lack of response from you after lunch, when he was less hungover and dizzy from the night before, and he shrugged it off as you feeling as poorly as him from the tequila shots, but now it’s 5PM and you haven’t replied and he’s freaking out.

Did you die?

Alcohol poisoning is a thing that happens.

You could’ve been run over by a car going home.

Chocked to death while throwing up. There were so many options of horrible death causes that would lead you to not replying to him quickly.

Because obviously only that could excuse such thing. Nothing less than death could keep you two from talking to each other.

He texts you more:

cohen: r u alive cohen: like for realz worried lol cohen: did smth happen?

Sends you an email:

Dearest friend, It has come to my attention that you haven’t replied to my texts for the last 9hrs. If you could be so kind to answer this e-mail quick to assure me of your safety I would be oh! So grateful. Sincerely, your BEST friend Seth.

And does the unthinkable: Seth calls you.

You don’t pick up, which is almost a relief to him because you hate speaking on the phone and he would get yelled at for calling but now the funny paranoia is starting to sink in and turn into actual worry.

He knows he should just go over to your place and find out what the heck is going on, but he is frozen in his spot, sat down on his rug staring at his phone.

He realizes he’s scared to leave and find out something really did happen and you two won’t ever talk again. A terrifying feeling that never once has reached him before.

The sound of the outside door sliding open and close again doesn’t startle him, but the soft smack at the back of his head did.

Ryan.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

“You’re an idiot.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, that way Ryan wouldn’t have gone into details about how the best girl Seth has ever met was actually in love with him, while he was chasing and dating Summer, and how he completely crushed your heart by not remembering the night before.

“My life is a shitty afternoon sitcom.” Are the first words Seth is able to mutter as Ryan finishes explaining how much of a douche he was, because just in a sitcom would he wake up from a drunken night out, imagine it was all just an alcohol induced vivid dream of something he wasn’t aware he wanted and how much he wanted it and brush it off.

He thought he got home thinking of you and that it all just clicked in his mind like an old puzzle that had a missing piece he couldn’t find before, but it was too complicated to get into those feelings after being friends for so long.

Now he had not choice.

And you? You thought Ryan would get Seth to stop texting you and to generally leave you alone without spilling the details you shared with him. The issue with being best friends with both of them and both of them being best friends with each other was that there was never room for secrets.

The only secret Ryan was able to keep, and for years too, was the fact you were terribly in love with his curly haired brother, much because he figured it out years before you spilled the beans, which meant you were also alerted by him that Seth was coming over, giving you enough time to lock your bedroom window and tell your parents you didn't want to see him.

And you don't see him, at least not at first as the first notes of Clocks barge in your room, as loud as if you were listening it on your iPod, confusion hits you, it seems like a romantic gesture and that just can't be it. So you keep still, frozen in your spot far away from the window.

“Hey, come on! I'm all dressed up!” His complaint comes in a yell to be heard over the music, it makes you laugh and your resolve melts, being replaced by curiosity.

You notice the suit he's wearing before even opening the window and you have no choice but to run down the stairs towards the front door, Seth's voice badly singing you are, you are guiding your feet directly to where he stood in front of his car, white flower ironically matching your fluffy flip flops.

“I don't have a boombox.” He's out of breath, his voice raspy from the screaming and you're sure he's never looked or sounded this good before.

“You're such a dork, what in the 80's romance plot is this?” It’s a weak jab, especially considering he can see how moved you are by the way you quickly fidget with the rings adorning your fingers, he always loved to play with them as well when he was bored. He doesn’t say anything, waiting for the last notes of home, home, where I wanted to go echoing from his car to stop.

He takes your hands in his like a prayer, kisses the top of your fingers softly, tender and your heart feels bigger than your body. “So, last night I had this crazy dream, the most amazing, funny, talented and just… Very hot—” He stops to give you a look and you feel your insides warm up by the attention instantly. “—Girl I’ve ever met confessed she liked me and we had the most amazing night.” Seth sighs as he remembers the details he has stored in his mind, he surely doesn’t remember everything, most of it a blur that felt like a dream, looked like a haze, but he could remember the way your lips felt against his, against his neck, the way you sounded when you gasped and when you moaned his name. “And then I woke up and had to go back to my normal life.”

“And your normal life is texting the supposed most amazing, funny, talented, very hot girl you’ve ever met about Summer, first thing in the morning?” You sound bitter, and you look just the same, brows almost touching, lips turned. You quickly take your hands from his, crossing your arms over your body in an attempt to protect yourself from what’s to come.

“I mean, yeah, that sounds bad, but like, I wasn’t gonna text you hey, just woke up from a sex dream with you!” He is way too loud and it makes you laugh and shush him at the same time, “or just a good morning? Who texts their best friend good morning only, that’s just weird.”

“What about Summer?” You ask in almost a whisper, allowing yourself to get closer to him once more.

“I don’t even know who that is, for all I know we only have three seasons.” It’s a bad joke, but you know what he means, you always do, so you nod and look up to him, holding the jacket of his suit with both of your hands tenderly waiting for his move, and Seth might be a bit slow, and he might have missed years of clues coming from you, but he sees this one, holds your face with one of his hands and before you realize you’re finally feeling is lips against yours once again, no lingering taste of alcohol now, just mint and strawberry gum.

[cakepoppresent]

Kicked Puppy

They can't stay mad at each other for too long ~

Transcript under the cut~

[Malcolm]: Hey...

[Luna]: Do I know you?

[Malcolm]: Luna...

[Luna]: I’m going to call the POLICE. “Hello? 911?”

[Malcolm]: I’m trying to apologize

[Luna]: Is that right? That’s crazy why would a stranger want to say sorry?

[Malcolm]: I know I've been a complete dick. I don’t really have an excuse but I miss you and I'm sorry

[Luna]: Is that it?

[Malcolm]: How I treated you wasn’t right. I keep saying I don’t want you to get hurt but I’m the one who’s scared of being hurt. I’ve always been the scared one and I can’t keep forcing you to be scared with me. I acted like a complete dick and punished you for trying to do something I didn’t agree with and that was wrong of me.

[Luna]: At your big age you’re still acting like a petulant child. At what point did I ever give you the impression I was scared or worried? Hmm?

[Malcolm]: ...

[Luna]: You lashed at me TWICE about this and you refuse to at least listen to me. That's not fair how do I know you won’t just get mad again? You apologizing won’t stop me from reaching out to Andre.

[Malcolm]: I know you want to see Andre...and I want to be there when you do

[Luna] No way! So you can cuss him out in person? Absolutely not.

[Malcolm]: I mean it Luna. I want to be there when you speak with Andre, I still think he’s a fucking bitch but I can hold those feelings back if it means being there with you

[Luna]: Malcolm...

[Malcolm]: I’m serious. I want to support whatever you want to do, I’ll be there every step of the way

[Luna]: Don’t you want to know what happened? He just disappeared does that sound like the Andre we know? The one who would take us out of the house if Dad was in a mood? Or would come to our teacher-parent meetings?

[Malcolm]: Does it matter? Didn’t leave a letter, send a tex or even a fucking email

[Luna]: I’m just...worried. Even when our business was exposed all over the news, Dad didn’t even reach out once.

[Malcolm]: Like I said. It’s always just been us but if you really want to find out why I’ll be there no matter what we find out

[Malcolm]: Listen. I love you Luna you mean everything to me

[Luna]: Even more than Benji?

[Malcolm]: Of course. He knows that too but that's not the point. I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to you no matter what but please believe me when I say I'll be there for you no matter what happens

[Luna]: *heh* Look at you. You look like a kicked puppy, have you been crying?

[Malcolm]: Of course not, stop talking shit. Do you accept my apology or not?

[Luna]: Oh?? I don’t think so with that bitch ass attitude

[Malcolm]: Shut the hell up. I have your fav from Santini's its in the car. I’ll drop you off at home

[Luna]: *hmph* How does Benji deal with your horrible attitude

[Malcolm]: I don’t know either. You’re gonna have to ask him yourself

[Luna]: Poor Benji. Can’t imagine having to deal with your ass everyday

[Malcolm]: Do you want the food in the car or should I throw it in the garbage?

[Luna]: I’m going to beat your ass for real

[Luna]: Oh! I know the loser that exposed our family business. I dealt with her ass today

[Malcolm]: An actress?? What the hell was her problem?

[Luna]: I don’t know but I doubt I'll be hearing from her silly ass anytime soon

[Malcolm]: Something like that seems below you. Why pay her any attention?

[Luna]: Because her face pissed me off. Let’s hope I never have to see her face again

[1-800-hot-n-funn]

ALL OF ME FOR ALL OF YOU! n. kamo

pairing: husband!noritoshi kamo x female!reader

《sypnosis》 it's you. You're it for him. He's gonna love you forever.

Warnings: slightly ooc!noritoshi, terms of endearment (my love) noritoshi being completely whipped and in love.

author's note : I've made it my mission to write noritoshi because nobody writes him at all! Feel free to send request, not just with him but anyone else!

It was late at night. You were walking around the streets of Kyoto with Noritoshi after one of your many dates. You were walking around in a deserted park, talking about nothing and everything. You kept your eyes ahead as you spoke, but Noritoshi kept his eyes only on you. To him, you were a breath of fresh air after what felt like drowning forever. To you, he was the person you could call home. He was everything you needed and vice versa. Noritoshi wasn't one to go for looks, but he smiled softly as the moonlight hit your face at the perfect angle.

A cool breeze brushed through, goosebumps trailing across your skin. Noritoshi noticed and took his jacked off in a swift motion. He wrapped it around your shoulders. Instead of arguing you closed it around, because you knew that arguing would be pointless. You looked at him and smiled. That smile, oh heavens that smile. That prefect, beautiful, irresistible, bewitching smile. It was a smile filled with love and affection reserved only for him. It was a smile that made his heart skip several beats, to the point that he thought that if he died, then the last thing he wanted to see was that smile.

You glaced at him, and found him looking at you already. "Whats on your mind?",you asked. Noritoshi stopped walking and stood in front of you. "You're it for me my love, you know that? It's always going to be you.",he said as gazed deep into your eyes. He wrapped his arms around your torso and stepped closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed in content.

"All of me loves all of you. Always and forever.", he said. He gazed at you with all the love in the world. You were the only thing that mattered to him. To him, you were the only thing worth protecting. "I know. There isn't a single reality where I wouldn't love you with every fibre of my being", you say, your voice barely above a whisper, just for him to hear. You eyes softened as you continued,"The truth is, I don't think I could every imagine living a life without you. You've been a part of me for so long, I don't remember what life was before you. I don't want to"

"I don't want to either", he whispered. He brought one of hands up and placed it on your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. It was soft, sweet, and filled with unconditional love. You smiled in between the kiss as he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. He closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Soon, it started to snow. It was the first snow of the season. As the snowflakes fell from the sky, you said to him, "you know, I read somewhere that couples who experience the first snow together, stay together forever." He brought his head down on your forehead and said,"Thats good. Because I'm never leaving you. I'm always going to be with you. No matter what."

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 801

summary// what happened to kissing the homies happy new year?

"I heard you kissed a fan for the new years kiss."

You look up at your phone when Matt doesn't respond, and you slide open your drawer when you notice he's thinking.

"I did. On the forehead."

You rummage through your desk, blinking quietly when you realize you can't find what you're looking for.

"I saw photos... of her, I mean. Not of the kiss." You hum. "Every now and then the fan in me kicks at my rationality."

"Did you want one?"

"Don't go asking me that." You slide your hand to the parts you can't see, frowning when it isn't there either. "I don't know how you manage to be simultaneously the sweetest celebrity I know yet lack so many typical boundaries."

"I don't think it's a lack."

"I know it isn't. The universe returns the kindness you show others tenfold." You finally look up at the call, and Matt's got a brow raised as you huff at what he's holding. "I left it with you?"

"On accident. I've been making full use of the camera." He hums. "I'll return it to you with a new roll of film as long as you develop it for me."

"Of course." You nod. "That makes a lot more sense, actually."

"Oh, and another thing. Don't go—"

"sending them to other people. I know."

"No, I was gonna say you can post most of them except one."

"Will you tell me which one?"

"You'll know."

"I'm bracing myself for unsolicited dick pics right now." You roll your eyes, finding another camera as you dig through your tote. "H...uh? Oh, you swapped cameras with me!? I didn't even notice."

"I bought it back when it was newly on sale. Mine's all beat up."

"That means it's well loved." You hum, fingers smoothing over the yellow of the camera, raising a brow at the screen as Matt locks eyes with you.

"I'm excited to see what you do with it."

You laugh, tugging the drawer back open as you toss out a handful of folders, tweezers in hand as you raise a brow at him. "Yeah?"

"Expect a bit of love on yours too."

"Like biting or photos wise?" You pause to stare at the camera. "A 2016 model is kind of rare."

"I found it in Japan while out."

"Ah." You hum. "I should make you get me one next time you're there."

"You won't come with me?"

"Studying abroad is gonna cost me an arm and a leg. I'm already barely grazing by with my aid right now. Well, if you even count that as aid. My fault for picking New York." You huff, finger smoothing down the color on the dents.

"I suppose." Matt taps at the screen to get your attention, and you look up from the sheets strewn around you. "When do you fly back?"

"Why? You won't even meet up with me at the airport since we're in different cities."

"So I know when to send you stuff."

"Don't you have more recording in LA?"

"Mm, you never know where the wind brings you."

"I hope the wind blows me to early retirement." You mumble. "Doing what I love for a living would be nice too. Maybe I should mail Anderson some fanmail and beg for an internship."

"You want a call?"

"It'd be unfair to do that." You tap your desk, glancing at the tweezers. "Well, not unfair. I'll see where the wind takes me too."

"Is it sunny?"

"Here? Always." You pull the shades and let the sun spill in, humming quietly to yourself as you laugh. "Is it sunny there?"

"You know it is." He picks up his phone to walk you over to the back door, stepping out to stand in the sun.

"I bet the film will turn out super nice." You hum. "Stay still. I want a photo."

"Still thinking about starting that fanpage for me?"

"You want me to? The twitter fanpages but for you? A "what's MGG up to today?" account?" You look at the photos on your phone, and you hum. "You already have an update account. I don't need to use our friendship to tell others."

"I respect their dedication." His lip quirks upwards, and you laugh.

"I do too."

"So? I'm sure you're not just calling to talk to me about my new years kiss."

"Oh, yeah. I had a couple of questions for the story."

"I'm more than willing to answer them. I respect the dedication."

"What are we all if not dedicated to the bit?"

"Is this where the wind is taking you?"

"Yeah." You turn on the camera to snap a photo of him, humming quietly as you beam at him. "What am I if not living to entertain?"

"Living to enjoy, perhaps."

"Always."

[hueningstar]

your beomgyu fic was soo good!! ur writing is amazing really. can u please write another about him being dom yandere? 💗💗

Eternal Obsession

Summary : A passionate encounter leaves you trapped in Beomgyu’s obsessive love.

────୨ৎ────

A/N : Thank you soooo much for your kind words!!!💞 Tbh,I really had fun writing this🫶 I loove getting requests so pls don't hesitate sending me more bc I'll do it

────୨ৎ────

Pairing : yandere!Beomgyu × reader

Warnings : yandere behaviour, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it)

I think that's all

MDNI

────୨ৎ────

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon peeking through the curtains. You sat at your desk, headphones on, scrolling through your playlist for the perfect song to fit your mood. A soft knock at the door startled you.

“Come in,” you called, pulling off your headphones.

The door creaked open, revealing Beomgyu with a sheepish smile on his face. He was dressed casually, his hoodie slightly wrinkled, and his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth and disarming. “I thought I’d stop by. You weren’t answering my texts.”

You frowned, reaching for your phone. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice. I was just listening to music.”

His eyes flickered to your phone briefly, but his smile didn’t waver. “No worries. I just wanted to see you.”

Beomgyu stepped closer, his presence filling the room. There was something about him that always seemed intense, like his attention was a laser beam burning into you. You didn’t mind at first; it was flattering to have someone so invested. But lately, his attention had started to feel… suffocating.

“Did you need something?” you asked hesitantly, trying to mask your unease.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Can’t I just want to spend time with you?”

You nodded slowly, but your gut churned. Beomgyu was always so attentive, always finding ways to be near you. At first, it seemed sweet. Now, it felt like he was always watching, always waiting.

“Actually, I was about to head to bed,” you said, standing up.

Beomgyu’s expression darkened for a split second before he plastered on another smile. “Oh, of course. You need your rest.”

You felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside. “Thanks for understanding.”

As you reached for the door to escort him out, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.

“Wait,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

You froze, turning to look at him. His eyes were wide, almost pleading, but there was an edge to them that made your heart race.

“Don’t push me away, Y/N,” he whispered. “I… I can’t lose you.”

“Beomgyu, what are you talking about?” you asked, your voice shaky.

He stepped closer, his grip tightening. “You don’t understand how much I need you. You’re the only thing keeping me sane. Without you, I’m nothing.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but his grip was unrelenting. Panic set in as you realized how serious he was.

“Beomgyu, you’re scaring me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, but his grip remained firm. “I don’t want to scare you. I just… I love you so much it hurts. And I can’t let anyone take you away from me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to reason with him. “No one’s taking me away. But you can’t act like this, Beomgyu. It’s not healthy.”

He shook his head vehemently, his eyes glinting with an unsettling determination. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine, Y/N. You always have been, and you always will be.”

Before you could react, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. His hold was suffocating, but you didn’t dare fight back.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he murmured, his voice filled with a chilling tenderness. “Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

As his words sank in, you realized the depth of his obsession. Beomgyu wasn’t just in love with you; he was consumed by you. And in his mind, nothing would ever change that.

No matter what you did, Beomgyu would never let you go.

Beomgyu's grip on you tightens as he backs you up against the wall, his breath hot against your ear. "You think I'm obsessed? You have no idea what I'm capable of when it comes to you," he growls, his free hand roaming up your side.

Beomgyu's lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, hungry and demanding. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming every inch as his hand squeezes your breast roughly. "Mine," he grunts between kisses, grinding his hardness against you.

You whimper against his lips, your knees going weak at his forceful touch. Despite the fear lingering in your mind, your body responds to him hungrily. "Beomgyu..." you gasp out, unsure if you're pleading for him to stop or keep going.

His teeth nip at your bottom lip, drawing a small moan from you "That's right, say my name," his voice trails down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses "Say it while I'm inside you"

He spins you around and bends you over the nearest surface, his hands roughly spreading your legs apart. "Look at this pretty little pussy, all mine," he growls, rubbing his clothed erection against your soaked folds.

With a swift motion, you feel your panties ripped away, cool air hitting your most intimate parts. Beomgyu's fingers eagerly probe your soaked entrance, teasing your clit. "So wet for me already, love?"

His fingers move in and out of you in a steady rhythm, causing you to moan and push back against his hand "That's right, baby. Make those sweet sounds for me," he whispers, his other hand gripping your hair firmly " Tell me who owns this beautiful body?"

"Y-You do," you stutter out, your voice laced with pleasure and a hint of fear. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and your legs nearly give out. "Oh god, Beomgyu!"

He releases your hair, standing up and quickly undoing his pants. His thick, hard length springs free, bobbing against his stomach. "That's right, you belong to me. And now, I'm going to claim this pussy as my own,"

Without warning, Beomgyu plunges his throbbing cock deep inside your dripping cunt, stretching you deliciously around his girth. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with possessive fervor. "Fuck, so tight!"

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as he slams into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your moans and his guttural grunts. "You feel that? You feel how perfectly you take my dick?"

Beomgyu reaches around and starts rubbing your clit in fast, circular motions, sending you spiraling towards an intense orgasm. "I'm gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, mark you as mine for everyone to see," he snarls, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

Your body convulses as the orgasm hits, your walls clenching around Beomgyu's cock as you scream in ecstasy. He follows shortly after, his thick load flooding your cunt as he roars in triumph. "Fuck, I'm cumming inside you!"

After emptying himself completely, he pulls out slowly, watching as his mixture of pleasure dribble from your well-used entrance "Look at that - my cum leaking out of my precious slut." His voice is husky with satisfaction, but there's still an edge of dominance.

Beomgyu gathers you into his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle now. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring against your skin. "You're mine, all mine. My perfect little whore. No other man will ever touch you like this again."

His lips trace down your neck, leaving a love bite just below your ear "Though you should know..." his voice drops to a dark whisper "If anyone even dares to look at you the wrong way..." he pauses, his breath hot against your ear.

"I'll fucking end them." His words are a chilling promise, filled with a fierce, possessive love and a hint of deadly seriousness. He holds you closer, his heart beating in sync with yours, a silent declaration of his absolute devotion and unbreakable claim over you.

Your heart races at his words, a shiver running down your spine at the depth of his devotion and the darkness of his threats. You nestle further into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. "I'm yours, Beomgyu. Always and only yours."

In the warm afterglow of your intense lovemaking, Beomgyu cradles you tenderly against his muscular chest, his hands roaming your curves with adoring touches. "You're my everything, sweetheart. Never doubt how much I worship this gorgeous body and the incredible woman inside it."

His hand moves to gently cup your cheek as he looks into your eyes "I can feel your heart still racing, baby. Are you okay? Did I... hurt you?" His voice is gentle now, all dominance temporarily replaced with tender concern "I need you to tell me, love..."

Feeling his gentle touch, I melt into his hand, my heart fluttering at the sudden change in his demeanor. I smile softly up at him. "No, Beomgyu. You didn't hurt me... actually, it was perfect."

His expression softens into a relieved smile, eyes sparkling with affection. "Good, because hurting you is the last thing I'd ever want to do. I only want to give you pleasure, my love." He leans in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your forehead.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the room fills with the sound of your steady breathing and the soft patter of rain outside. In this moment, wrapped up in his love and warmth, you feel truly cherished and at peace.

────୨ৎ────

[onegayastronaut]

Shattered Secrets (Part 2)

Requested by: @lez-talk1 and @royle99

Chapter 1

Words: 1830

The night air bit at your skin as you stepped onto the bustling streets of Paris, your mind swirling with an avalanche of emotions. Anger, betrayal, heartbreak — they all jostled for dominance, each one louder and more suffocating than the last. You hadn’t even thought to grab your coat or your phone. The need to get away from JJ, from the suffocating weight of her confession, had been too overpowering.

The streets were alive with the chatter of late-night diners and the soft strains of street musicians, but it all felt distant, muted, as if you were trapped behind glass. Your steps carried you aimlessly, the familiar landmarks of Paris blurring together. You turned down narrow cobblestone alleys and crossed wide boulevards, the cold air doing little to clear your head.

It wasn’t just that JJ had kept Emily’s survival a secret—it was the fact that she’d kept it from you. The person she claimed to love, the person she had brought to Paris under the guise of rekindling something that now felt like a lie. The memory of her tearful plea, her desperate insistence that this trip had been about you, replayed in your mind, but it rang hollow.

Eventually, your legs gave out, and you found yourself on a bench near the Seine, the river’s gentle current a stark contrast to the storm raging inside you. You stared at the water, the ripples distorting the reflections of the city lights. How were you supposed to move forward from this? Could you?

“Mind if I join you?”

The voice was soft, tentative, and achingly familiar. You looked up, your breath catching in your throat. Emily Prentiss stood a few feet away, her dark eyes searching yours with a mixture of caution and concern. She looked different somehow, the years since her “death” etched faintly in the lines of her face, but the calm strength you remembered was still there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice sharper than you intended. The sight of her only added fuel to the fire of your anger.

Emily hesitated, then sat down at the opposite end of the bench, leaving a respectful distance between you. “JJ told me you… found out.”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Did she send you to try and fix this?”

“No,” Emily said quickly. “She doesn’t even know I’m here. I just… I wanted to talk to you. To explain.”

“Explain what?” you snapped, turning to face her. “That you faked your death and let us all grieve for you? That JJ lied to everyone for years? What part of that needs explaining?”

Emily flinched but didn’t look away. “You have every right to be angry. What we did… it wasn’t fair to you, to anyone. But it wasn’t an easy decision. My life was in danger. If anyone had known I was alive, it would have put all of you at risk.”

“So you’re saying it was for our own good,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s supposed to make it okay?”

“No,” Emily admitted. “It doesn’t make it okay. But it’s the truth. And as much as I hate that it hurt you, I’d do it again if it meant keeping you safe.”

You looked away, your gaze falling back to the river. Her words didn’t erase the pain, but there was a sincerity in her voice that made it harder to hold onto your anger. Still, the betrayal cut too deep to ignore.

“JJ should have told me,” you said quietly. “She should have trusted me.”

“She wanted to,” Emily said. “But she couldn’t. She was under orders, and the risk was too high. You know how much she loves you, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what I know anymore,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “She kept this from me for years, Emily. Years. How am I supposed to trust her after this?”

Emily was silent for a moment, then she said, “By remembering why she did it. By remembering who she is. JJ isn’t perfect, but she’s one of the strongest, most selfless people I’ve ever known. She loves you more than anything, and she’s terrified of losing you.”

You closed your eyes, the weight of her words pressing down on you. You wanted to believe her, to believe that JJ’s actions had come from a place of love rather than deceit. But the pain was still too raw.

“I need time,” you said finally, opening your eyes to look at Emily. “I can’t just forgive her overnight.”

Emily nodded, her expression understanding. “Take all the time you need. But don’t shut her out completely. She’s been through a lot too, and she needs you just as much as you need her.”

You didn’t respond, your gaze drifting back to the river. After a moment, you heard Emily stand and walk away, her footsteps fading into the night. You sat there for a long time, the cold seeping into your bones as you wrestled with your emotions.

When you finally returned to the hotel, the room was dark. JJ was sitting on the bed, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the floor. She looked up when you entered, her eyes red and swollen from crying.

“I didn’t think you’d come back,” she said quietly.

You closed the door behind you, leaning against it as you took her in. The sight of her so broken, so vulnerable, made your chest ache. “I almost didn’t.”

JJ nodded, swallowing hard. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “For everything. For lying to you, for hurting you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I… I need you to know that I love you. More than anything.”

You crossed the room slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I talked to Emily,” you said, watching her reaction carefully.

JJ’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. “What did she say?”

“That you’re not perfect,” you said. “But that you love me. And that you’re terrified of losing me.”

A tear slid down JJ’s cheek, and she reached for your hand hesitantly. “She’s right. I… I am terrified. Because you mean everything to me.”

You let her take your hand, her touch grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected. “I’m still angry,” you admitted. “And it’s going to take time for me to trust you again. But I don’t want to lose you either.”

JJ let out a shaky breath, her grip on your hand tightening. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right,” she promised. “Whatever it takes.”

For the first time since her confession, you felt a glimmer of hope. It wouldn’t be easy, but maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other. Together.

The next morning, you woke to soft sunlight filtering through the curtains. JJ was still asleep beside you, her face peaceful but streaked with the remnants of tears. The sight tugged at your heart, but the ache of betrayal hadn’t faded. Quietly, you slipped out of bed and got dressed, your movements careful so as not to wake her.

The streets of Paris were quieter in the early morning, the city just beginning to stir. You found a small café near the hotel and ordered a coffee, sitting at an outdoor table as you tried to sort through your thoughts. The events of the previous night played on a loop in your mind, each memory cutting deeper than the last.

As you stared into your cup, you heard a familiar voice. “Is this seat taken?”

Looking up, you saw Garcia standing there, her colorful outfit a sharp contrast to the muted tones of the city around her. “Garcia?” you said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

She smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “JJ called me last night. She was worried about you.”

You sighed, gesturing for her to sit. “I’m fine.”

Garcia raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You don’t look fine. You look like someone who’s had their world turned upside down.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you muttered, taking a sip of your coffee. “Did she tell you everything?”

“Not everything,” Garcia admitted. “Just that she made a big mistake and that you’re hurt. She didn’t go into details.”

You nodded, staring down at your cup. “It’s complicated.”

Garcia reached across the table, placing a hand on yours. “Complicated doesn’t mean impossible,” she said gently. “And it doesn’t mean it’s not worth fighting for.”

You gave her a small, tired smile. “I don’t know if I can. Not yet.”

“That’s okay,” Garcia said. “Healing takes time. Forgiveness takes time. But the fact that you’re here, sitting, talking, thinking about it—that’s already something.”

The warmth of her words eased some of the tension in your chest. “Thanks, Garcia.”

“Anytime,” she said with a smile. “Now, do you want me to take you on a whirlwind distraction tour of Paris, or are you heading back to JJ?”

You thought about it for a moment. As much as you wanted to escape, you knew you couldn’t run forever. “I should head back.”

Garcia nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “Good choice. But if you need me, I’m just a call away.”

With that, she stood, squeezing your shoulder before walking off. You sat there for a while longer, watching the city wake up around you. When you finally stood and made your way back to the hotel, the knot in your chest felt just a little looser.

JJ was sitting on the edge of the bed when you returned, her hands fidgeting in her lap. She looked up when the door clicked shut, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear.

“You’re back,” she said softly, standing but not moving closer.

You nodded, leaning against the door. “I needed time to think.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, relief flickering across her face. “And?”

“And I still need time,” you said honestly. “But I’m willing to try. If we’re going to get through this, we need to be honest with each other. No more secrets, JJ. I mean it.”

JJ crossed the room slowly, stopping a few feet from you. “No more secrets,” she promised. “I swear.”

You studied her face, searching for any trace of doubt or hesitation, but all you saw was sincerity. Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer, bridging the gap between you.

“We’ll take it one day at a time,” you said. “But I need you to know… this won’t be easy for me. I’m still hurt.”

“I know,” JJ said, her voice trembling. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to help you heal. I love you, and I’m not giving up on us.”

Her words, though simple, carried a weight that made your chest ache. Slowly, you reached out, taking her hand in yours. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start.

[frogs-crackcorner]

An Angel All My Own P-4

Simon Riley x reader

Cw: fluff

You were having such pleasant dreams when you're slowly awoken. You can distantly hear your alarm going off and you're not entirely sure you're fully awake. Your alarm is usually much louder. You drag your eyes open and see a faint greyish pink hue peeking through the window. It was time to get up. But a warm heavy weight kept you planted in place. It was nice, you didn't want to get up. But something was off about all of this. The wallpaper was different. Your alarm was still going off in the distance. And that heavy weight around your mid section wasn't usually there. Now you're wide awake.

Last night's events come rushing back as you start to gently unravel yourself from the sleeping giant. You don't want to wake him. He had a rough night and deserved the rest. You pull your leg off his, flinching as he grunts in his sleep. Slowly, you begin to lift his arm off of you. So close... Almost there...

Ghost pulls his arm back down, tucking you into his chest. "Just a little longer," he rasps, voice heavy from sleep. It sends shivers down your spine. "Ghost, I have to...," you start.

"Simon"

"Huh?"

"My name's Simon," he repeats.

"Simon, I have to get up. I have things to get done around the property today," you explain, trying to wriggle free. He grunts and pulls you closer. You huff a little. This man was exasperating. And exhausting. He shows up unexpectedly, wakes you up in the middle of the night, and now he won't let you get up. Although, it is quite warm in his arms. And you are still tired. And you do have all day to get things done. The chickens would be okay if you let them out an hour later than normal. Without your permission, your eyes begin to close.

When you wake up again, Simon isn't in bed anymore. Your alarm has stopped going off and something smells faintly like burning. You pull yourself from bed. There's a few cracks and pops as you stretch. Sleeping like a shrimp had its down sides. You pad out into the hallway and look into the kitchen. Simon is standing over a smoky pan, looking slightly panicked. You make your way over to him.

"Everything okay?," you ask, smiling.

"Doing great. The recipe calls for a slight char," Simon quips.

"On the eggs?"

"They look alright to me."

"I like that you talk funny."

Simon raises a brow at you. "I mean I like your accent, makes everything sound so serious," you smirk.

"You have an accent too, ya know?," he grins at you. The corners of his mouth pull up, stretching his scars. He was quite beautiful like this.

"I do not," you say, pulling yourself from your trance. He had a way of doing that. Putting you in a trance, simply caught admiring him.

"Do too. You're slightly southern."

You open your mouth to argue before settling into a pout. He had a point. You probably did have an accent, not that you really noticed unless you left the states. Simon barked out a laugh. It was deep and rumbling, reminiscent of a summer thunderstorm. The sound echoed in your chest. It was nice. You couldn't help but laugh a little too.

"Alright, you better those eggs out before they're coal," you laugh, grabbing plates from the cupboard. Simon begins plating breakfast and the two of you make your way to the dining room. "Thank you for breakfast, Simon. You really didn't have to," you say.

"It was the least I could do. Besides helping you out with your chores today. This is quite a bit of property you have, I imagined you have a hard day ahead of you. I'd like to offer my help," he replies, taking a bite of his toast.

"That really isn't necessary. I'm sure you have better things to do."

"Perhaps I gave the wrong impression with my previous statement. I am helping you today. What things did you have planned, love?," Simon deadpans. He doesn't even look up at you, just takes a swallow of his tea. It kind of annoys you how easily he takes charge of the place. It annoys you how easily you let him. It annoys you how easily you could get used to this. It felt natural with him here. As natural as it could be for only having met him once prior.

"I need to let the chickens out, feed the sheep and Helhest, pick up lumber for the fence, and start putting posts in," you list.

Simon nods. "Well, let's finish breakfast and get to work," he says, taking another bite of toast. This man really doesn't know how to take a break, huh? Just came back from an op and he's already finding something else to work on. You sigh and shovel in a bite of eggs. It's going to be a long day.

After breakfast, you run upstairs to get dressed and ready for the day. You glance at the alarm clock. It had been going off earlier and won't shut off unless someone turns it off. Simon must have come in here. It was a little irritating, a small invasion of privacy. But nothing seemed out of place so you quickly brush it off. You pull on some fresh clothes and brush your hair. You brush your teeth, deciding to throw on a little makeup too. Grabbing your phone, you head back downstairs. You send a quick text to Price on the way.

You could have told me you were sending Ghost over for the night. He nearly gave me a heart attack when he knocked lol

You slip your phone into your pocket and look up. Simon is sitting in the living, flipping through a book. He glances up as you enter the room.

"Ready to go?," he asks.

"Yeah, let's go."

The two of you make your way outside and out back to the barn. You stop by the chicken coop to let them out and sprinkle some food for them. Simon doesn't even flinch as the flock of chickens swarms his feet. You chuckle a little. He was always so serious. It was hard to be serious surrounded by chickens. You applauded his effort.

"You mentioned feeding Helhest. Who is Helhest?," Simon asks. You smile even bigger.

"You'll see," you grin slyly.

You guide Simon down to the barn and open the main door. A loud whiny comes from inside.

"Good morning, Helhest. I'm sorry I'm late," you call. You walk over to one of the stalls and open it, beckoning Simon to follow you. Inside the stall stands a large black horse. He raised his head at Simon, studying him closely.

"This is Helhest. Named after the horse of the Norse goddess of death. He's a shire horse, standing at 182 centimeters at the shoulder. Or almost six feet if you're not British," you tease. The horse towered over Simon, something Simon wasn't really used to. The two of them stood there, inspecting each other warliy until Helhest relented.

"You wanna ride him?," you offer. Simon glances at you before looking back at the horse. He shakes his head.

"Better not. Perhaps another time," he says. You smile at the two of them. They went so well together. Like Death and his noble steed.

"Well I'll go get his food," you tell Simon. He nods as you move you past him. You head to the back of the barn to start getting hay when your phone buzzes.

What do you mean, love? I didn't say anything to Ghost

Now this was interesting. And a little suspicious. If Price hadn't said anything to Ghost about staying with you why was he here? You shoot back a reply.

Well he has been a gentleman. He made me breakfast this morning

To your surprise another comes back instantly

Not too much of a gentleman I hope

You smile a little to yourself

Eww no. Don't be weird

You slip your phone back in your pocket and finish gathering Helhest's breakfast. You take it back to his stall and put it in his bin. Helhest walks over and inspects the hay before pulling it all out of the bucket. You huff at him a little. From the corner of your eye, you see Simon smile at you.

"You ready to go get those fencing supplies or is there more to do around here?," Simon asks.

"I think I'm ready, just let me open his other door," you call over your shoulder. You hurry to the large stable door and pull it open before turning back to Simon. "Now I'm ready."

A small smile pulls at Ghost's lips. He waves his hand in beckoning motion and begins making his way out of the barn. "We'll take my truck, more room," he states, matter-of-factly.

You smile and hurry to keep up with his long strides. He sure knew how to get a job done. You'll keep the fact that you have a work truck to yourself. You doubt he'd change his plans anyway.

(sorry this chapter ended so abruptly. I wasn't sure how to finish it)

@iminlovewithjasontodd @eeneboel @smileykiddie08