#she always lays on my keyboard

[xxplastic-cubexx]

well that one comic panel with baby erik activated the sleeper agent in my brain that goes feral for de-aging angst... if you had the choice between erik protecting a suddenly de-aged charles or vice versa, which would it be and how how many years are they losing?

are you trying to killme. this amya very well kil me

[yikes-ajax]

She likes farting on my desk while I play videogames

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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[strwbabydoll]

The Feeling Came Late (I’m Still Glad I Met You)

pairings: grumpy!college student! Harry x fem! sunshine!reader

summary: Harry hates Y/N, it seems like it's been like that forever. He's quick to insult and correct her even when she's right, he's just always been the only one to pick on her no matter what she does. She doesn't understand why it's like this between them or what she did to make him dislike her so much, but what if it's all just a lie?

overall warnings: slow burn, eventual smut, sexual tension, kind of enemies to lovers, angst, alcohol consumption and drug mentions, foul language, Harry is a major asshole in this tbh, heavy on the grumpy x sunshine in this.

chapter 2/? (wc: 3.4k)

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001 | 01 | 02

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Chapter 2: Surprise, Surprise

Harry wakes up to the sound of his phone dinging and he grumbles as he sits up and stretches. He looks around and stops his tired gaze at the small window next to his bed. It's dark with just a hint of sunlight beginning to cut through the glass windows, this is definitely not the scenery he's used to when he awakes from his slumber. Groggily he grabs his phone with one hand and rubs his left eye with the other, turns on the phone and hisses as he squints. 

He quickly turns the brightness of the screen down to a manageable setting and mumbles under his breath when he sees it's a little past six in the morning. 

"Who the fuck is awake right now and why are they trying to talk to me. Someone better be fucking dying." The message is from an unknown number, the numbers staring at him tauntingly. 

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Unknown: hey. it's y/n. i got your number from principal Oscar. lmk whenever works best for you and i'll do my best to arrange my schedule otherwise! :)

— — — 

He grumbles once more about the timing of the text and stares at the screen trying to think of an appropriate response. He could and absolutely wants to just leave her on read and never talk to her again. That seems like the most appropriate since she interrupted his sleep, why is she even up this early? But maybe he should show a sliver of compassion and reply to the text briefly before going back to sleep. 

He decides on not texting back, simply because all this thinking of replying, responses and times is making his head hurt, so he sets his phone back onto the small wooden table beside his bed and clambers back into the warm cocoon of his blankets. Wrapping himself  in the thick blanket, he sighs blissfully as his head relaxes into the soft cushiony bed. He begins to close his eyes and go back to sleep, the pleasant warm feeling of sleep very quickly approaching him. 

Just as soon as he gets comfortable and almost falls asleep, his phone dings once more. He grumbles as he throws the blanket off of him and grabs his phone once again. The same numbers teasing him as another text comes through. 

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Unknown: this is harry right? i'm so sorry if this isn't! 

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He rolls his eyes as he mumbles, his fingers typing away on the keyboard as he sends his response. 

Harry: Yes, it's me. In case you haven't noticed, it's five in the morning. I was asleep.

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He gets a response almost immediately, as if she was staying in the chat waiting for a response.

Unknown: yes i know! why are you still sleep? i like to get my day started early!

Harry: Because no one in their right mind is up this early.

Unknown: sorry for waking you! just wanted to see what times and days work best for you. :)

Harry: Give me a couple hours.

Unknown: okay! have a good nap! :)

— — — 

He mumbles again as he sets his phone grumpily back on the table, wrapping himself back into his blanket just to find it's not as warm anymore. He mutters under his breath, silently complaining about her up so early and choosing to annoy him so early as well, and to top it off she made him lose the warmth of his blankets. He wraps himself up in the blanket and lays back down, resting his head on the soft pillow as he closes his eyes. 

Opening his eyes once more a couple hours later, he gets up and stretches once again. The muscles in his back pops smoothly and he groans softly. He gets out of his bed and quickly makes his bed,  wrinkles sit in the middle of the blanket as he sets his pillow on top, but he can’t bring himself to care. He feels much better after getting another couple hours of sleep. 

He heads into the bathroom and relieves his bladder, sighing in relief as it empties. Shutting the lid down, he flushes the toilet and heads to the sink so he can wash his hands. After he's finished, he brushes his hair and puts it in a man bun.

Walking over to the small dresser where he keeps his clothes, he opens his needed drawers and pulls out an outfit. Settling on a white Rolling Stones t-shirt and some black skinny jeans, he gets dressed and makes sure he puts on his signature rings. Once he's done with that, he sprays his Tom Ford cologne and grabs his phone, responding to the very few notifications he does have and stares at Y/N's name in his message list. 

Her simple text stares at him, somehow politely demanding a response from a couple hours ago. He huffs and mutters 'fucks sake' under his breath as he clicks on it and begins to type out his response.

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Harry: I'm available anytime

/// 

Not too long after, just long enough for him to set his phone in his pocket and slip on his brown Chelsea boots, his phone dings. 

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Y/N: okay! um how about tomorrow around 6 at the library?

— — — 

Harry laughs dryly at her enthusiasm as he sends a plain thumbs up, the yellow emoji a stark contrast in the very one sided text conversation, and afterwards he heads out the small bedroom in his dorm and heads to the front door. He passes the various pictures of his roommate and his girlfriend and a couple of pictures showcasing his orange kitten, Delilah, in various moments. She was wrapped up in a soft towel from the day Harry brought her home, and other moments where he thought she looked pretty and decided to capture the moment. 

All the pictures are neatly hung in a long cardboard frame, colorful tacks adding a pop of color to the otherwise boring wall of pictures. The small hallway leads to a basic living room, a simple gray futon sits alongside the cream colored wall with a modern artistic sketch hanging above it, a dark brown bookshelf holding all their movies and the very few books and textbooks they happen to own is placed next to the futon, and a small dresser underneath a decently sized tv. 

In the corner of the living room area sits a small gray cat bed and Delilah lays there peacefully sleeping in a little ball, her tail twitching occasionally. The ends of Harry's lips begin to curl upwards at the sight as he slowly walks over to the small dresser designated just for her. He silently opens the top drawer and opens the small can containing her food. The smell quickly floods his nose and he grimaces as he walks over to her food bowl and pouring it in there, silently gagging as it squelches into the bowl. 

He throws away the now empty can in the small trash can and grabs her water bowl walking over to the dresser once again and fills it with a small water bottle sitting in the top drawer. He sets it down beside the food one carefully because he doesn't feel like cleaning up water right now and walks back to the dresser. He opens the second one and grabs a few of her favorite toys and sets them under the coffee table in the living room, allowing her something to do while he's gone and turns on the tv. Quickly pulling up her favorite tv show - Animal Planet - he walks over to her and very gently rubs the top of her head. He coos at her softly to coax the sleepy kitten awake. 

Delilah stretches and yawns as she opens her eyes, focusing on Harry crouching above her, she lets out a tired but happy meow as she nuzzles her face into Harry's hand. 

"Good morning, sweet girl. I gotta get to school but you got everything set up for you, just how you like. I love you and I'll be back soon." He says with a small laugh as he gives the small kitten a couple extra pets and gets back up, stretching slightly as he heads to the door, making sure to grab his signature leather jacket from the futon as he opens the door and heads out. 

— — — 

It doesn't take him long to head to the campus thanks to his dorm being a short drive from the campus. He parks his car in an empty space nearest the school and he sits in the car after he turns it off. He watches her as she walks to the bike rack, her long hair flowing gently behind her as she walks due to the wind blowing. She's dressed in an olive green sweater and dark blue Levi pants that flare at the end, she'd pair it with some white Nike Air Forces, a medium sized white tote bag and a matching olive green thin belt, he can see the small shimmer of her jewelry shine when the sun hits it as she ties her bike to the small rack. 

He turns the key to shut off his car and opens the door, slowly stepping outside the car as he puts on his jacket. He closes the door with a soft slam and locks it, the beep alerting the girl as she turns around, her hair briefly swishing in front of her face as she turns. He watches as she frowns in anticipation of a snarky remark but returns to normal when it doesn't happen. He slowly makes his way to the entrance, purposely avoiding eye contact with her as he grows closer. He hopes she gets the hint to leave him the hell alone, and wants to keep their interactions to an absolute minimum. 

"Hey!" He hears her voice ring out from behind her but his pace doesn't falter, he actually starts walking just a tad bit faster in an attempt to get inside before she reaches him. He makes it to the top of the steps before he feels a soft hand grip his shoulder and a tug, signaling him to turn around. He slowly turns around, face deadpanned and he takes a deep breath. 

"What?" 

"Any place specific you want to meet in the library?" She asks softly and he shakes his head as he turns around swiftly and starts his journey into the school once again. He can feel her presence behind him and his frown begins to form. 

He chooses to ignore her as they walk, the chatter of the other students in the hall filling their ears as they continue. One of Harry's friends, Alex, walks up to Harry with a big smile as he pays his shoulder and glares at Y/N. 

"How you doin' Haz?" He asks and Harry's frown only deepens at the unwanted conversation. 

"Not now Alex." He shakes his head as he heads to his locker. He can hear Alex scoff as he walks away but he can still feel her presence behind him. 

He scoffs lightly as he gets to his locker, one ringed hand reaching up to twist the little knob to the correct numbers and opens the door. He quickly grabs a textbook and slams it shut and he walks away, leaving a hurt and confused Y/N standing at the locker. 

— — — 

She can't help but frown at Harry's more than usual grumpy behavior as she heads to her own locker, true enough she was the main reason why he's so grumpy but honestly how was she to know he’d still be sleeping? It’s not her fault that she just loves helping people! She should know better than to assume they'd be friends simply because she's tutoring him, but she assumed they'd at least be better than this. She hoped he would be somewhat tolerable, a very silly thought of hers because when is he ever tolerable? She doesn’t know how it came to be this way. She can remember a time where the two of them were cordial and even dared to say the best of friends, but then something changed and she wishes she knew what it was.

She wishes she could just go back in time and watch the two of them under a microscope to see what went wrong, to figure out why he hates her. She misses him terribly, but that’s kept locked away in a box of her feelings and emotions never to be seen again alongside her favorite childhood memories. 

She huffs in frustration when she can't get the lock to open, her combination not seeming to work as she twists and twists. She swears it's the right one, so she tries once more and she's met with once again the lock not opening. 

"Come on!" She huffs as she stares at the lock intently. Beginning to think that maybe she changed the lock combination, she tries a different sequence of the same numbers and after a couple of tries she finally hears the satisfying click as the lock opens. 

She quickly grabs the textbooks for her first two classes and shuts it gently as she walks to her first class, her tote bag gently bouncing off her hip as she walks. She just barely makes it to her first class before the teacher closes the door, her hand pushing on the tall wooden door as she cries out 'wait please!' The door opens and she sees the teacher smile softly as he lets her in. 

"Just in time Y/N, have a seat." He says and she nods silently, with her head down she quietly makes her way over to an empty seat towards the back of the class. Grabbing her notebook and a pen out of her bag, she begins to write down the title of the notes she's gonna be taking and pulls her assignment due from the front of the notebook as well. 

— — — 

Time seems to fly in front of her eyes, the day taking not nearly as long as it usually feels like as she gets released from her last class of the day. With a smile on her face, she plugs her earbuds in her phone as she walks through the halls, stopping briefly to answer any questions from her classmates and to wave goodbye to her teachers. 

She spots Harry talking to a pretty brunette, one of more popular girls who also happens to be on the cheerleading team she thinks, her lips pulled back into a dazzling smile as she twirls her hair around her finger as she speaks. Hesitantly, she makes her way over and taps him on the shoulder, meekly saying 'excuse me' and she's greeted with a very nasty glare from the girl. 

"Um, we're talking." The girl says with a frown on her face. Y/N can't help the flush of embarrassment that begins to heat her cheeks up as she looks down. 

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to remind Harry of the library. It's at six, if you can't make it or gonna be late, just let me know." Y/N's voice comes out quietly as she speaks, her hands subconsciously moving to her front as she begins to play with her fingers. 

Harry lets out a very unenthusiastic 'uh huh' as his eyes never leave the brunette's and he begins to talk to her once more, completely ignoring the other girl behind him as the brunette smirks and plays with the collar of his t-shirt. When she realizes that he isn't paying attention, she frowns slightly before making her way out of the school building as music plays in her ears. 

She mumbles curses to Harry under her breath as she unties her bike and sets the cord in her bag. Hopping on her bike, she begins her ride back to her apartment. She smiles as she passes the cars and families out and about, their joy and love radiating off of them making her smile and aw. As she continues biking, she makes a quick stop at her favorite flower shop, propping her bike against the side of the store and she quickly walks in. The smell of all the flowers welcome her warmly as well as the bright smile of the lady standing behind the counter. 

"Y/N! So good to see you! How've you been?" She asks and Y/N smiles as she walks up to the counter. 

"Hi Tameka! I'm good, how are you?" Y/N asks and Tameka responds with great enthusiasm as she starts telling the younger girl about her kids and how the store's been getting along. 

Y/N loves coming to this flower shop because no matter how long she stays away, she's always greeted with a warm welcome, one that reminds her of her mother at a young age. The shop gives her a sense of family no matter what happens, and she's never been more grateful. After Tameka finishes rambling on about her life, she turns her attention to the younger girl as she props her head onto folded manicured hands and flashes her a warm smile. 

"Here to get the usuals? Anything new to update me on chica?" Y/N shakes her head with a small laugh as she leans on the counter. 

"Of course, you know I never stray. And no new updates unless you count having to tutor the boy who seems to hate my existence an update." She says and sighs, the thought of having to do so is a big damper on her happiness and a heavy weight on her heart — it’s not that she doesn’t want to tutor him, she just knows that it’ll be like pulling teeth with him. She’ll have to pry answers out of him and will more than likely be the worst tutoring session ever, she’ll be exhausted afterwards. 

She can't help but to wonder how it'll go, will he be the same as he is in school? Is he gonna spend the whole time mocking her and poking fun (he most definitely will, she’s sure of it. He won’t turn down an opportunity to annoy her and get under her skin), or will he be kind and listen to her (maybe in another universe, some alternate reality where they’re cordial. She’s silly to even think this was a suggestion, she should know him by now), asking questions whenever he's confused? Will the session end in a screaming match as he tests her limits or will it be calm as he complies and agrees to her help. 

As she pays for her flowers, she can't help but to ask herself those questions. She knows wondering won't help determine the outcome of the coming day, but she knows there's only one way to find out.

She makes her way home, her bouquet of flowers sitting neatly in her tote bag as she rides along. She takes pleasure in the feeling of the wind brushing against her skin and flowing through her hair as she pedals along. The sound of people chatting on the sidewalks and the sound of cars whirring by her and honking at others fill her ear and she just smiles. She enjoys the sound of her community while others might say that it’s too loud and there’s no peace in all of the noise, she says otherwise. She can’t imagine her city in silence, to not listen to the usual sound because it’s all she knows. 

She makes it home and parks her bike beside her apartment, tying it up and making it inside the building. She heads down the short hall and to her door, unlocking it and walks inside and smiles at the sereneness of her own space. She locks the door behind her and sits down on the couch with her notebook and her favorite pen, thinking of the best way to carry out these sessions with Harry. What would be the best approach and everything to do with it. She wants to make sure that he understands that she’s not going to allow him to just walk all over her and cheat his way through. 

She wants to actually help him, not just give him what he wants; she wants to give him what he needs and what he needs is someone to take time out of their day and work with him, cater the worksheets and lessons to how he learns best so he can actually learn the information. She can only hope for the best as she begins to write out a plan for the next few weeks, she just knows that she’s going to need all the luck dealing with Harry.

[vanteguccir]

hi i hope you're having a wonderful day!!

im thinking about reader pranking matt by not calling him his nickname that she always uses for a whole day. he just follows her around like a lost puppy and keep asking "are you okay baby? are you mad at me? did i do something :(" aaa hes so cute. hope you can write this <3 tq!!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCALLING HIM BY HIS NAME * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N decide to make the tiktok trend 'call your boyfriend by his name to see his reaction' with Matt

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader

WARNINGS　::　none

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The soft hum of the computer filled the bedroom, mixing with the faint sound effects from Matt's favorite video game. The middle triplet sat at his computer desk, completely engrossed, his blue eyes darting across the screen as his fingers moved quickly over the keyboard. His headphones perched on his head, slightly askew to let one ear breathe.

Y/N lay sprawled across their shared bed, her legs lazily swinging in the air, phone in hand as she scrolled through TikTok. A grin curled on her lips when she stumbled across a trend she had seen earlier that week; call your boyfriend by his actual name to see his reaction.

Her eyes danced from her phone screen - with the video replaying again and again - to her boyfriend and back before shrugging.

Carefully, she clicked on the middle black button on the app and propped the device up against Matt's pillow, ensuring the camera had a clear view of him sitting at his desk. With his headset on, Matt was oblivious, muttering random things under his breath. Y/N pressed record, suppressing a giggle as she prepared to execute her plan.

"Hey, Matt, can you turn off the lights for me? Please." She asked casually.

Matt froze mid-action. His character on the screen stood idle for a moment, vulnerable to an oncoming enemy attack. He yanked his headphones off with one hand, letting them dangle around his neck, and swiveled his chair around to face her.

"Are... are you okay, sweetheart?" He asked, his brows furrowed, concern dripping from his voice.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing.

"Yeah, of course." She replied nonchalantly, still feigning innocence.

Matt tilted his head like a confused puppy, his lips slightly parted.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked hesitantly, his voice soft.

Her brow furrowed.

"Mad? No. Why would I be mad at you?"

He leaned forward, clutching the armrest of his chair with his hand.

"Did I do something? Like... do you not want me to play right now? 'Cause that's okay! We can do something else if you want."

The corners of Y/N's lips twitched, but she maintained her poker face.

"No, Matt, you’re fine. I don’t mind you playing."

Matt's brows seemed to furrow deeper, his eyes wandering from her to his computer and back. He hesitated for a beat before blurting out.

"Then stop calling me that! Why are you doing this?"

Y/N tilted her head, feigning confusion.

"Calling you what? Matt? That's your name."

"No." He said firmly, shaking his head like a child rejecting a ridiculous claim. His plump lips pressed into a pout, and he gestured toward her dramatically. "My name is baby."

Y/N couldn’t hold it in anymore. A snort escaped her, quickly followed by a cascade of laughter that had her clutching her stomach, her movements causing her phone to shake against the pillow.

"Matt, what are you even talking about?"

Matt leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms indignantly.

"You always call me baby. Or babe. Or honey. Never Matt! That's not my name to you."

Her laughter only grew louder, and she buried her face in the duvet by her feet to muffle the sound.

"I knew it!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. "You’re mad at me! What did I do? Tell me so I can fix it!"

"Matt." She gasped between fits of laughter, sitting up and holding her arms out toward him. "I’m not mad at you! It’s a TikTok trend!"

"A trend?" His face scrunched in confusion.

"Yeah! You call your boyfriend by his name to see his reaction."

Realization dawned on him, and his pout deepened, his milky skin taking on a pink hue.

"So you were messing with me."

She nodded, still giggling.

"I was. And you fell for it."

Matt pushed off from his desk and crossed the room in long strides, flopping onto the bed beside her, messing the blue sheets. He grabbed her phone and locked it without even looking at the screen, tossing it onto the nightstand.

"You’re evil." He mumbled, burying his face into her neck while pressing her body against the mattress with his arm across her stomach.

"I am not!" She protested, squirming as he peppered her skin with quick kisses.

"You are. I was genuinely worried. And now you’re laughing at me. Do you see how cruel this is?"

"Okay, okay." She relented, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing his more against herself. "I’m sorry. But, for the record, you calling yourself 'baby' was the best thing ever."

Matt lifted his head, squinting his eyes at her.

"Well... you should stick to the classics, okay? No more 'Matt.' It freaks me out."

"Deal." She agreed, leaning up to press a kiss to his chin, the groing stubble tickling her lips. "No more 'Matt.' I promise."

He huffed dramatically, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Good. Now, can I go back to my game?"

Y/N smiled.

"Yes, baby, you can."

Matt smirked, brushing a quick kiss against her lips before hopping back into his chair. As he slid his headphones on, he glanced over his shoulder.

"Just remember: it’s baby forever, yeah?"

"Got it." She replied with a laugh, already uploading the video to TikTok.

© vanteguccir

[lanadelspray02]

HOLD ME ANYWAY: CHAPTER 8

paige x azzi

Hey! let me know what y'all think so far or any suggestions you would like to see in the upcoming chapters :) also I think this might be my favourite chapter I’ve written so far.

crossposted ao3 here (i think ao3 is down right now so will be up on there later)

masterlist here

wc: 5744

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The alarm buzzed at 7:00 a.m., but Paige had already been awake long before it sounded, lying there in the early grey light, eyes fixed on the ceiling, heart beating way too fast for something as simple as a Friday. But today wasn’t simple. Not when Azzi was coming over.

She stretched out under the covers, arm slung across her eyes, trying to breathe through the familiar swirl in her chest. Not nerves, not exactly, something softer. Restless. Hopeful in the kind of way that made her feel like she was standing too close to an open flame.

The blanket was twisted around her ankle, her pillow half off the bed. She’d barely slept. Her phone lay face-down on the nightstand. She reached for it slowly, turning it over in her palm, as if it might burn her.

No new messages.

Not surprising. Azzi wasn’t really a morning texter. Wasn’t really a texter at all. But still, something tugged at Paige’s chest, a flicker of doubt she couldn’t quite reason with.

She unlocked the phone anyway, scrolling to their thread.

Tuesday: Friday still good?

Wednesday: Got snacks for friday. See you at practice 😎

That was it. Azzi hadn’t replied. Not with a “sounds good.” Not with a thumbs-up. Just the little grey word beneath the bubble: Seen.

Paige stared at it for a second, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

She typed: You nervous too or is that just me? Paused. Deleted it. Typed again: Hope you still feel okay coming over tonight. No pressure. Deleted that too. Finally, she settled on: Morning. See you later :)

She hit send and tossed the phone onto the bed like it might accuse her of trying too hard.

Across the room, Nika’s bed was empty. Paige figured she’d gone on an early smoothie run or to “accidentally” bump into her situationship outside the gym.

Paige rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, the fan spinning in lazy circles above her.

“It’s just a hangout,” she muttered. “You’ve done this a million times.” But none of those other times had been with Azzi. None of those other times had mattered like this.

She barely remembered getting dressed or grabbing her bag. The whole morning passed in a daze, a blur of half-heard lectures and blank notebook pages. She sat through one of her required gen eds with her hoodie strings clenched in her fists, bouncing her knee under the desk, chewing the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. At some point, she caught herself doodling Azzi’s name in the margins. She closed the notebook and refused to open it again.

By late afternoon, the light had softened into that hazy, golden stretch before dusk, the air warm and thick with the scent of cut grass and sweat as the team gathered in the gym. The second Paige stepped onto the court, her body remembered its rhythm. The muscle memory kicked in like it always did, feet sliding into defensive stance, hands ready for the ball, eyes scanning like a reflex.

But her thoughts were still elsewhere.

Azzi was already warming up near the far end of the court, sleeves rolled up, one knee tucked under her as she laced her sneakers. She looked calm. Effortless. A little too far away. Paige’s heart jumped in her chest at the sight of her.

Just before warm-ups ended, Azzi jogged past her, brushing close enough that their arms nearly touched. She didn’t look over. But Paige saw it, the barest twitch of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

It lit something inside her.

Practice was chaos as usual. KK and Aubrey kept trying to one-up each other with half-court shots during water breaks. Coach snapped at Nika for throwing a no-look pass that landed in the bleachers.

Paige ran drills like her life depended on it. Sharp, locked in, but every time the ball left her hands, she found herself glancing downcourt.

Azzi was laser-focused. But every once in a while, Paige caught her looking too.

During a defensive slide drill, a loose ball skidded across the floor between them. Both dove for it instinctively, knees colliding, fingers tangling over the ball.

For a second, they froze. Azzi’s hand pressed briefly over Paige’s. Their eyes met. Heat bloomed in Paige’s throat, steady and electric.

Azzi blinked, breath catching, and then she pulled back first, quick, smooth, like nothing had happened. The ball rolled toward the sideline.

Paige stayed crouched there for a second longer, chest rising and falling a little too fast.

She grabbed her bottle and leaned back against the wall, eyes fixed on the court but not really seeing it. Nika passed her on the way to the bench and gave her a look. Not the teasing one she usually wore, something quieter. A little knowing.

Paige ignored it.

Instead, she tilted her head back, took a long sip of water, and told herself again, one more time: It’s just a hangout. But her hands were still shaking when she set the bottle down.

Coach’s whistle cut sharp through the gym, echoing off the high walls. Players peeled off from drills in scattered directions, some heading toward the benches for water, others pulling off sweat-drenched jerseys, laughter and trash talk rising immediately in the aftermath.

Paige caught her breath by the three-point line, hands on her hips, eyes scanning before her brain even told her to. Azzi was already unwrapping the tape from her wrist, one hand braced against the scorer’s table, head tipped down, her bun starting to fall, cheeks flushed, sleeves rolled halfway to her elbows.

Paige swallowed hard. Do it.

She jogged toward her before she could second-guess herself, heart hammering harder now than it had during the entire scrimmage. Azzi looked up at the sound of her approach. Their eyes met. A flicker. Then something warmer.

“Nice block out there,” Paige said, casual as possible, bouncing the ball once, then catching it under her arm. “Didn’t know you were secretly a linebacker.”

Azzi smiled, small, dry. “Only when you’re in the way.”

Paige grinned despite herself. “Harsh. I was trying to compliment you.”

“You ran into me like a brick wall, Bueckers,” Azzi said, one eyebrow raised. “Not sure if that counts.”

“I prefer to think of it as… fearless team hustle.”

“You flopped.”

“Okay, wow...”

Azzi laughed, the sound low and quick, catching Paige off guard. It curled around her ribs like sunlight.

They stood there, half in the middle of the court, players passing on either side of them. But it felt still, like the world was dimming around them, just a little.

“You good for tonight?” Paige asked, voice quieter now. “Still on?”

Azzi nodded, looking down briefly before meeting her eyes again. “Yeah. I was gonna text. Just didn’t really know what to say.”

“That makes two of us,” Paige admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. “I’ve rewritten like, three versions of a chill ‘see you later’ text and deleted all of them.”

Azzi tilted her head, that faint smile tugging again at her mouth. “You trying to be chill?”

“I’m very chill,” Paige said, too quickly. “I’m known for my chillness. Extremely low-key.”

Azzi gave her the most deadpan look she’d ever seen. “You dive head-first into scrimmages and yell at referees in practice.”

Paige opened her mouth, then closed it. “Okay. You’ve got jokes.”

Azzi smirked. “Just making sure I know what I’m walking into tonight.”

“I’m not that intense off the court,” Paige said, eyes flicking down and then back up. “Unless you steal the last slice of pizza. Then it’s a different story.”

Azzi chuckled under her breath, and Paige let herself breathe again.

Something about the way Azzi looked at her right then, half-teasing, half-curious, made everything settle inside her. Like maybe they were both scared. Maybe they were both still showing up anyway.

“You want me to come pick you up?” Paige asked. “Or...?”

“I’ll come to you,” Azzi said. “Easier. I’ll text when I’m on my way.”

Paige nodded, biting back a smile. “Cool. Chill.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, just stared at her a moment longer than necessary, then nodded once and turned toward the locker room.

Paige stood there, watching her go, heart stupid and full in her chest.

“Bro,” KK muttered, passing her with a smirk. “You’re smiling like it’s Christmas morning.”

Paige didn’t even deny it.

Azzi kept her head down as she left the court, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished floor, sweat still cooling along the back of her neck. She could feel Paige’s eyes on her even after she turned the corner, that weightless, fluttering pressure like being watched in a way that didn’t make her shrink, only burn.

Stupid. Soft. Terrifying. But she wasn’t regretting it. Not even a little.

Caroline and Ines were already waiting outside the locker room, leaning against the wall like a pair of casual disasters, Ines picking at a loose thread on her shorts, Caroline holding a water bottle like it was a wine glass.

Azzi had barely taken two steps toward them when Ines’s head snapped up. “Ohhh,” she said, dragging the word out like a siren. “You talked to her.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “You don’t know that.”

Caroline snorted. “Please. You’re practically glowing.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” Ines said, crossing her arms. “Your ‘I just talked to the girl I like and now I’m in denial’ face is, like, very specific.”

Azzi flushed and pulled her hoodie sleeves down over her hands.

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “So...?”

Azzi glanced around, then dropped her voice like the hallway might suddenly sprout ears. “We’re hanging out tonight,” she said, quiet but clear.

Ines let out a full gasp and smacked Caroline’s arm. “I knew it.”

Caroline smiled, calm and smug. “Progress.”

Azzi tugged at her sleeve, suddenly fidgety. “It’s just her dorm. We’re just gonna eat and watch a movie or something. Nothing serious.”

“Mm-hmm,” Ines said, nodding dramatically. “Totally chill. No tension. No intense eye contact during popcorn breaks. No possible emotional breakthroughs. Very safe.”

Azzi gave her a look. “You’re not helping.”

Caroline stepped in smoothly, her voice gentler. “You don’t have to label it. It’s just... a step forward. That’s allowed.”

Azzi nodded, trying to breathe around the weight in her chest, the part that was excited, the part that was scared, and the part that still wanted to run.

“I feel like I’m walking into something without knowing what I’m doing,” she admitted.

“Welcome to literally every human relationship ever,” Ines said.

Caroline bumped her shoulder lightly. “You’re allowed to figure it out while it’s happening. You don’t have to have it all sorted before you try.”

Azzi looked at them, one chaotic, one calm, both undeniably hers. And for the first time in a long time, she let herself smile without swallowing it back.

Across campus, Paige had no idea she was being dissected in real time.

But Azzi could already hear Ines narrating her entire future like it was a rom-com.

“When did you know it was love?” Ines would say, dramatic as ever. “When she let me pick the movie and didn’t roast my snack choices,” Azzi would reply, deadpan. “Iconic,” Caroline would add. “Very you.”

Azzi huffed a quiet laugh to herself as she pulled open the locker room door.

She was still scared. But maybe, just maybe, she was allowed to look forward to tonight anyway.

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 Paige made it halfway back to her dorm before the overthinking set in like a fever. She replayed the conversation with Azzi again and again in her head, the smile, the teasing, the way Azzi had said “I��ll come to you” like it was no big deal. Like it wasn’t the first time Paige had ever felt this nervous over someone just showing up.

She climbed the stairs two at a time, buzzed with adrenaline and something close to panic, her gym bag smacking against her hip with each step. As soon as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she froze.

The room looked... lived in. Not in a cute, charming way. In a you-definitely-don’t-have-guests-over kind of way.

There were socks on the floor. An open bag of trail mix on her desk. A crusty water bottle she couldn’t remember the origin of. Three pairs of sneakers huddled like a crime scene by the closet.

She dropped her bag, took one look around, and muttered, “Shit.”

Cleaning became a mission. A full-body, full-blown crisis operation.

She kicked the sneakers under the bed. Folded her hoodies and stacked them with unnecessary precision. Found a rogue sports bra hanging from the back of her desk chair and nearly yeeted it out the window.

At some point, she turned on music, something mellow and instrumental, something safe, but when a certain playlist came on (the one she made that reminded her of late-night Azzi highlight reels on YouTube), she clicked next way too fast. “Nope,” she muttered. “Not spiraling.”

Halfway through rearranging her snack drawer for aesthetic purposes, the door creaked open and Nika strolled in, holding two energy drinks and radiating judgment.

She stopped in the doorway, surveyed the scene, Paige on her knees picking lint off the carpet, a candle burning on the desk, air freshener still floating visibly in the air, and blinked. “Jesus Christ.”

“It’s not that bad,” Paige said defensively.

“You lit a candle.”

Paige stood up. “And?”

“You own one candle. You bought it because the label said ‘cool breeze.’”

“Yeah? So?”

Nika raised an eyebrow. “You're nesting.”

Paige scowled. “I’m just... tidying.”

“Tidy like your heart’s on the line?”

Paige flipped her off and resumed straightening her bookshelf, which hadn’t been touched since midterms.

KK poked her head in next, energy drink in hand, and immediately let out a delighted gasp. “Oh my god, she’s full spiraling.”

“I’m not spiraling,” Paige snapped. “I’m preparing.”

“For your wedding?” KK asked brightly.

Paige hurled a rolled-up sock at her.

KK caught it with one hand and grinned. “Okay, but like... should we leave the dorm? Or do you want us to stay close in case you pass out?”

Nika cackled. “Don’t trip over your own gay panic.”

“I hate you both,” Paige muttered, cheeks warm.

They left her alone eventually, after giving her a million percent more crap than necessary, promising not to “accidentally” walk in mid-movie like last time.

When the room was finally passable, fresh blanket tossed on the couch, lights dimmed just enough to be soft but not romantic, snack situation organized to look effortless, Paige stood in the middle of the space and stared.

She checked her phone. Nothing from Azzi yet. 6:58 p.m. Two minutes to spare.

She ran a hand through her hair, took a deep breath, and sat down on the edge of the couch like someone had unplugged her. For the first time all day, she let herself feel it, not just the nerves, not just the fear of doing too much or not enough, but the want.

The want to know Azzi. To sit across from her without wondering what she was hiding. To make her laugh again. To make her stay.

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Azzi stood in front of the mirror, arms crossed over her chest, her bed behind her a disaster of rejected outfits and tangled blankets. It was nearly seven. She hadn’t picked anything.

On the surface, it wasn’t a big deal. Just a casual hangout. Just Paige.

Except... it wasn’t just anything anymore.

She held up two options in the mirror, a black ribbed crop top and high-waisted jean shorts in one hand, and a loose-fitting Huskies tee with a pair of grey sweatpants in the other.

On one side: effort. Curve-hugging. A little brave. On the other: comfort. Safety. Something she could disappear into.

She stared at her reflection.

The crop top did look good. Better than she wanted to admit. It clung in all the right places, highlighting the softness of her waist, the curve of her hips. The shorts hugged just enough without being extra.

She tugged the hem of the top down and turned sideways. Maybe it was too much. Or maybe it wasn’t enough.

Her heart was racing, but not for the reasons she used to dress up in high school, not for attention, not for stares. She just wanted to feel seen. Really seen.

But what if Paige saw too much?

Azzi tugged the crop top off and threw it onto the bed, reaching for the oversized Huskies hoodie instead. She pulled it on quickly, yanked the sweatpants over her legs, and sat down heavily on the edge of the mattress, elbows resting on her thighs.

She stared at her phone for a long moment before giving in.

Facetime: Caroline  + Ines  – Calling...

The screen lit up with chaos almost immediately.

“Look at her!” Ines yelled dramatically, shoving her face into the frame.

Caroline raised a perfectly sculpted brow. “Oh no. She’s hoodie-core.”

Azzi groaned and angled the camera away. “Don’t start.”

“Girl, it’s a date,” Ines said, flopping onto her side like she was lounging on a red carpet. “You cannot roll up looking like you’re about to do laundry.”

“It’s not a date,” Azzi mumbled.

“It’s at her dorm,” Caroline said patiently. “And you’re nervous. And you changed outfits, didn’t you?”

Azzi blinked. “How’d you....”

“You always do,” Caroline said, smug. “Crop top first, then panic hoodie.”

Azzi tried to glare but failed.

Ines leaned so far into the camera it was just her forehead and mouth. “Show us the options.”

Azzi hesitated, then turned the phone to show the mess on the bed.

A beat of silence.

Then: “Oh my GOD,” Ines shrieked. “The black crop top is hot. You’re hot. Wear the damn thing.”

“She’s not wrong,” Caroline added, nodding. “You’re already nervous. Might as well feel confident.”

“I don’t feel confident,” Azzi muttered, dragging a hand down her face.

“Then fake it,” Ines said brightly. “And also show off your ass. Respectfully.”

Azzi snorted. “You’re insane.”

Caroline grinned. “But she’s not wrong.”

She turned to glance back at the bed, debating changing one last time

And then....

“Mama!”

A small voice from the hallway.

Azzi’s heart jumped into her throat.

A second later, Ruby came barreling into the room, bunny dangling from one hand, curls bouncing.

Azzi froze. “Roo...”

Ruby threw her arms around her legs, mumbling, “I can’t find my sparkle cup.”

Azzi crouched, hand over the phone screen as she hugged Ruby. “Baby, it’s on the kitchen counter. I saw it earlier.”

“Can you get it?” Ruby asked, eyes wide and pleading.

Azzi kissed her forehead. “I will, sweetheart. Just give me one second, okay?”

Ruby nodded and backed out of the room, still sniffling, bunny trailing behind her.

Azzi stood slowly and brought the phone back up to her face.

Caroline and Ines were both blinking in confused silence.

“Hey....uh,” Azzi said quickly, trying to keep her voice steady. “I gotta go. Thanks for the help.”

“Wait, was that.....?” Caroline started.

Azzi cut her off with a small wave. “Talk soon, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Caroline said slowly.

“Good luck, hot stuff!” Ines yelled just as Azzi hit End.

Ines stared at the blank screen for a second before glancing at Caroline.

“Was that... a kid?”

Caroline didn’t answer for a moment. Then, quietly, “Maybe a little sister? I think her mum and dad live nearby, right?”

“Could be,” Ines said. “Still... she moved fast.”

Caroline nodded, but said nothing more.

Back in the kitchen, Azzi crouched to help Ruby find her sparkly cup, which was exactly where she'd said it was, tucked behind a cereal box.

Tim, her dad, leaned against the counter with a mug in hand. Katie was finishing dinner prep, humming to herself.

“You heading out soon?” Tim asked, watching her with that quiet dad gaze that always seemed to see more than it let on.

Azzi nodded. “Yeah. Just for a bit.”

“You look nice,” Katie added, smiling over her shoulder.

Azzi’s heart gave a weird stutter. She didn’t feel ready. But she smiled anyway.

“Thanks, Mum.”

Ruby tugged on her shorts

Azzi crouched to meet her eye level. “Be good for Grandma and Poppy, okay?” she said softly, brushing a curl from Ruby’s forehead.

Ruby nodded solemnly, like it was a sacred task. “Okay.”

“I’ll be back before bed.”

Ruby held out bunny for a kiss. Azzi obliged, then started smothering her daughter in kisses.

Katie stepped in, lifting Ruby into her arms, and Tim offered Azzi a quick hug before she left.

“You’ll do fine,” he said quietly.

Azzi didn’t say anything. Just nodded, heart loud in her ears.

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 As she stepped out into the cooling evening air, her nerves twisted like a storm in her chest, but beneath them, something steadier pulsed too.

She wasn’t ready for Paige to know everything.

But she was starting to want her to.

And that terrified her more than anything.

The door opened before Azzi had a chance to psych herself out again. And there was Paige, barefoot, in a Huskies tee and loose black sweats, blonde hair still slightly damp from her post-practice shower.

But she didn’t say anything.

Because she was staring.

Like really staring.

Azzi shifted her weight from one leg to the other, suddenly hyperaware of the crop top hugging her ribcage, the shorts that clung a little too well to her hips. Her pulse skittered in her throat.

Paige blinked once, twice, like she forgot how to speak.

“Wow,” she finally said, voice a little breathless. “You look... I mean...” Her mouth twitched. “You look beautiful.”

Azzi’s heart thumped hard. “Thanks.”

There was a pause. Paige still hadn’t moved from the doorway.

“You gonna let me in?” Azzi asked, soft amusement curling at the corners of her lips.

Paige stepped back so fast she nearly tripped on her own sock. “Yeah. I mean, yeah. Come in.”

Azzi brushed past her, and Paige’s eyes definitely, one hundred percent lingered, just for a second, as she took in the line of her back, the way the shorts curved around her waist.

She turned and caught Paige still staring, and raised a brow. “You alright there?”

Paige cleared her throat and shut the door behind them. “Fine. Great. Totally functioning.”

Azzi tried not to smile too much. She failed.

The dorm was warm and smelled faintly like sandalwood and air freshener. A candle flickered quietly on the desk. The overhead light was off, only the small lamp by the window glowed, casting the room in gold and shadows.

Paige shut the door behind them, then leaned against it for a beat, watching Azzi like she still couldn’t believe she was real.

Azzi turned to her slowly. “You lit a candle?”

Paige’s mouth twisted into something sheepish. “It’s...uh. Nika said I looked like I was trying too hard.”

“You are trying too hard,” Azzi said, eyes playful. “It’s kind of cute.”

Paige blinked like her brain blue-screened. “Thanks. I think.”

Azzi looked around, noting the folded blanket on the couch, the lined-up water bottles, the perfect row of snacks on the desk, chips, candy, trail mix, even cut-up fruit in a bowl like she wasn’t sure what Azzi would want so she got everything.

It made her throat tight.

“You didn’t have to... go all out,” she said softly.

Paige shrugged, suddenly shy. “I wanted it to be easy. For you.”

And there it was, just beneath the flirty tone, the real reason.

Azzi sat on the edge of the couch, fingers brushing her knees. “You always like this with people?”

“Not really,” Paige said, sitting beside her but not too close. “Only when I’m trying not to screw something up.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “Great. No pressure then.”

They grinned at each other again, the kind of grin that had weight beneath it, history, curiosity, and something else neither of them was quite ready to say out loud.

Paige handed her the remote. “Pick anything. I’ll pretend not to judge you.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re totally gonna judge me.”

“Absolutely.”

The screen glowed in front of them, a never-ending scroll of movie options.

Rom-com. Horror. Action. Indie. Animated. Nothing felt right.

Azzi groaned, scrolling back up. “Why is it harder to pick a movie when someone’s watching you pick a movie?”

“I’m not judging,” Paige said innocently. “I’m just observing your indecision in real time.”

Azzi turned her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you pick things quickly?”

“Absolutely not,” Paige said. “But I judge other people for it to feel better about myself.”

Azzi snorted. “That’s messed up.”

“That’s confidence,” Paige said, leaning over just slightly to nudge her knee.

Azzi nudged back.

“Okay,” she said, scrolling again. “What are you in the mood for? Laughing? Crying? Questioning your will to live?”

Paige squinted at the screen. “Do we have anything in the category of ‘two girls sitting very close together while pretending not to stare at each other’?”

Azzi turned to her slowly, eyebrows raised.

Paige smiled. “Just hypothetically.”

Azzi fought the urge to grin. Lost.

She pointed at a movie. “Okay. This one. It’s light. Dumb. No emotional devastation.”

Paige gave her an approving nod. “Good call. I cry easily. One sad montage and I’m toast.”

Azzi hit play and tossed the remote to the side.

A beat of silence passed as the opening credits rolled.

And then Paige said, too casually, “So… this is nice.”

Azzi side-eyed her. “The movie?”

“No,” Paige said. “This. You. Here.”

Azzi’s cheeks went warm. “Yeah,” she said, voice softer than before. “It is.”

About twenty minutes into the movie, Paige reached for the popcorn at the exact same time as Azzi. Their hands brushed. Again.

Neither pulled away.

Azzi’s fingers lingered a second too long.

Paige didn’t move, just glanced at her out of the corner of her eye. “You are just trying to touch my hand aren’t you”

Azzi glanced over and smiled making a snarky comment back “I think it’s the other way around”

Paige laughed, loud and real, and Azzi turned toward her at the sound.

It made Paige look younger somehow. Unburdened. Soft around the edges.

Azzi leaned back into the couch just a little, the warmth between them stretching and shifting, lazy like a blanket slowly pulling over them both.

She realised too late that Paige had actually pulled a blanket up, one of those plush fleece ones, and it had somehow ended up over both of their laps.

Not fully. Just enough to feel shared.

Azzi glanced down. Paige said nothing.

So Azzi said nothing, too.

But under the blanket, her pinky brushed against Paige’s, and neither of them moved.

The movie carried on, dialogue fading into the background, just a low hum of music and voices neither of them were really hearing.

Azzi shifted under the blanket, her knee brushing Paige’s again. This time, it stayed there.

Paige let her gaze linger on the screen, but her eyes weren’t following the plot. Her hands were still, folded loosely in her lap, and for once, she wasn’t fidgeting or chirping.

Azzi noticed. The quiet. The weight behind it.

“You okay?” she asked, voice low.

Paige blinked slowly, then turned her head. “Yeah,” she said. “Just thinking.”

Azzi didn’t push.

The moment stretched, calm, soft-edged, until Paige sat forward just a little, hands clasped now, elbows on her knees. She wanted to see if she could break down the walls Azzi had put up by just letting Azzi in on something personal to her that she doesn’t usually tell on the first hangout.

“You ever feel like you belong to people,” she said, “but not to a place?”

Azzi tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

Paige let out a quiet breath. “Like... I’ve had houses. I’ve had family. But I don’t know that I’ve ever had a home. Not one that felt whole.”

She glanced sideways, like she was checking if that was too much. Azzi didn’t look away.

“I lived with my dad mostly,” Paige continued. “He and my stepmom raised me. And I love them. They gave me everything they could. My little brother Drew, he’s the best. Loud. Always getting into stuff. But... it was always me and them.”

Azzi watched her carefully, the movie long forgotten.

“And then there’s my mom,” Paige said. “She remarried. Had two more kids, Lauren and Ryan. They’re great too. But they’re not... mine. Not really.”

The silence in the room shifted. Not heavy. Just full.

Paige leaned back again, the couch creaking softly.

“I used to go visit for holidays,” she said. “Try to fit in. Pretend I was part of this other life. But it always felt like I was borrowing someone else’s world. Like I was a guest in a house that had a version of me already written into it—just not the real one.”

Azzi’s throat felt tight.

“I think,” Paige said quietly, “part of me always wanted it to be normal. Like one of those families you see in commercials. Everyone under one roof. Same last name. Matching pajamas at Christmas.”

She smiled without humor. “But that wasn’t my reality. And the older I got, the harder it became to pretend I didn’t care.”

Azzi didn’t answer at first. She couldn’t. She just let the words hang there between them, real and unpolished and bleeding honesty.

Then she shifted closer, enough that their shoulders touched.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” she said. “I get it.”

Paige looked at her. Not quick. Not cautious. Just steady.

“I know you get it,” she said.

Azzi nodded slowly, her voice softer than before. “It’s weird, right? How you can have people who love you, but still feel like you’re floating outside of something.”

“Exactly,” Paige murmured.

They sat in silence for a beat. Then two.

Azzi picked at the edge of the blanket. She wanted to say more, to tell Paige that she wasn’t alone, that she had those cracks too, that her own story was tangled and unfinished.

But her chest tightened, fingers curling in reflex.

She wasn’t ready.

Not yet.

So she gave what she could.

“Thanks for telling me,” she said quietly.

Paige nodded, not looking away. “I’ve never really said that out loud before, especially on the first hangout”

Azzi gave her a small smile. “You said it right.”

Paige smiled back, soft and warm and a little cracked around the edges.

And just like that, the air between them changed.

Not with fireworks or dramatic music. Just something slow and certain, shifting in the quiet.

The kind of shift you didn’t notice until afterwards, when you realised the walls you’d been building were already half gone.

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 The movie’s credits had long since rolled, but neither of them had moved. Azzi had shifted somewhere around the third act, slowly, subtly, her head tilting sideways until it brushed the top of Paige’s shoulder. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep.

But Paige was warm beside her. The couch was soft. The air in the room quiet and dim. And Paige… Paige felt safe.

The last thing Azzi remembered was the soft rhythm of Paige’s breathing, the slow rise and fall of her chest.

When she blinked awake, the room had gone still. The only light came from the lamp in the corner. The TV was dark now, silent, black screen faintly reflecting the outline of their forms.

Azzi sat up slowly, disoriented. She felt the weight beside her and turned.

Paige was still asleep, her head tilted slightly toward where Azzi had been, her mouth parted just a little. Her hair had come loose, falling against her cheek in soft strands. One of her hands was tucked between her thigh and the couch. The other rested palm-up between them, like she'd fallen asleep reaching for something.

Azzi checked her phone with a growing pit in her stomach. 12:04 AM.

Her eyes went wide. “Shit,” she whispered, voice barely audible.

Her heart pounded as she scrambled to open her messages.

Azzi → Mum I’m so sorry I lost track of time. I’m leaving now. Be home soon. Tell Ruby I love her.

She bit her lip, thumb hovering for a second before she hit send. Then she glanced back at Paige.

She didn’t want to wake her.

But she had to go.

Azzi hesitated—then reached out, brushing the back of her hand gently against Paige’s arm. “Hey,” she whispered. “Paige…”

Paige stirred with a quiet, mumbled sound, blinking her eyes open. “Hm… Azzi?”

“I fell asleep,” Azzi said softly. “It’s late. I should go.”

Paige sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Oh, right. Yeah. No worries. Let me… walk you to your car?”

Azzi smiled a little. “You don’t have to”

“I want to,” Paige said, already standing and grabbing her hoodie off the chair. “But also, you’re not leaving like that.”

Azzi blinked. “Like what?”

Paige turned, holding out a hoodie, oversized, navy blue, soft with wear. “It’s cold. And that outfit isn’t exactly designed for midnight walks across campus.”

Azzi hesitated. “You’re offering me your hoodie?”

“Don’t get cocky about it,” Paige teased. “It’s temporary.”

Azzi took it anyway. Tugged it on over her crop top. It smelled like expensive perfume and something warm she couldn’t name.

They walked outside together, the campus empty and hushed under the weight of midnight.

When they reached Azzi’s car, she turned to unlock the door, then paused.

Neither of them moved right away.

Paige shifted on her feet. “Hey... Can I...?”

She didn’t finish.

Azzi turned, already knowing what she meant. “Yes,” she said. No hesitation.

And then she stepped into Paige’s arms like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like she’d done it before in a different lifetime.

Paige wrapped her up immediately, arms tight around her waist, pulling her close. Azzi pressed her face into Paige’s neck, the world going quiet around her.

Paige’s hand slid up and down her back, slow and steady, not possessive, just there. Reassuring. Real.

Azzi closed her eyes.

She didn’t want to go. Didn’t want to leave this warmth. Didn’t want to go back to hiding.

But she stayed there, just for a little longer. Long enough to feel what it might be like to stay.

[yuuhwa]

Dark Game - Cap 2: Eyes on You

Pairing: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader Genre: dark romance Context: After y/n met Seongje, something in him changed

Ever since that first encounter at the lan house, Seongje started showing up with almost clockwork precision. Y/n noticed quickly — not just from the glances he threw over the monitor, but the way he always sat nearby, like he was trying to get close without being obvious.

But she wasn’t dumb.

"Planning to stare again or actually play this time?" she teased one afternoon, fingers flying across the keyboard without looking away from the screen.

"I thought you didn’t like distractions," he replied, his voice calm, almost amused.

"As long as they’re not pathetic, I can handle them."

He smiled, and that day they played together for the first time. It was a co-op match, but quickly turned into a personal duel. Y/n had plenty of skill, and she didn’t hesitate to rub every victory in his face with sharp, sarcastic comments. Seongje, in contrast, kept his cool — but didn’t hide the irritation when he lost, nor the growing fascination with the girl next to him.

From then on, they started discussing strategies, mocking each other and competing to see who got more kills or higher scores. It was a constant game of ego and tension. Seongje found himself studying every reaction she had — the way her eyes narrowed in focus, her crooked grin when she won, even the way she bit her lip when frustrated.

He wanted to understand every piece of Y/n. And that desire turned darker with each passing day.

One night, while typing something in the game chat, Y/n caught a glimpse of someone sneaking into the lan house. It didn’t take long to recognize him — the same twitchy kid who always hung around, nervous and jittery. His backpack was full to the brim. He moved quickly to the back corner, where Seongje was already seated, focused on his game.

The kid hesitated, then carefully slid the bag under the desk. Seongje didn’t even look at him — he just gave a subtle nod and kept playing. It was clearly a delivery. And a sketchy one.

Y/n snorted quietly. Not out of malice, but because the whole thing looked ridiculous. The kid looked like he was about to piss himself.

He noticed.

"What's so funny, bitch?" he spat, trying to sound tough, though his voice cracked.

Y/n leaned back in her chair, folding her arms.

"Funny how you deliver stuff like a scared little puppy. Thought you'd be tougher than that."

He took a step closer, shame and rage battling in his face.

"Say that again if you're so bold."

She stood up slowly, unbothered.

"Boldness is exactly what you don’t have. I just feel sorry for you."

He was about to lunge, or maybe scream, but didn’t get the chance.

Seongje was suddenly behind him, silent as a shadow.

"Take one more step, and you’ll need another hand to count your teeth."

The boy froze. Swallowed hard and looked away.

"She started it..."

"Leave," Seongje cut him off, voice emotionless but heavy enough to silence the whole room.

The kid backed off, nearly stumbling over his own feet.

Y/n scoffed and picked the backpack up off the floor.

"I didn’t need your help. I had it handled."

Seongje tilted his head, the light from the screen reflecting faintly in his glasses. His voice came calm — too calm.

"I know. I just don’t like seeing someone lay a hand on what's already caught my eye."

She paused, narrowing her eyes.

"Caught your eye?"

A flicker of a smile pulled at his lips — not warmth, but something colder. Possessive.

"Yeah. And when I’m interested in something… I don’t look away until it’s mine."

Y/n stayed quiet for a second, sensing the weight behind his words.

"You’re creepy, you know that?"

He didn’t deny it. Just leaned back slightly in his chair, eyes never leaving hers.

"Maybe. But I always get what I want."

And with that, she turned and walked out — pulse a little faster than before.

Behind her, Seongje watched the door.

Smirking.

Because ever since that first day, Geum Seongje didn’t just want to look at her.

He wanted to own her.

[spxllcxstxr]

Give Me Strength to Stand • M.R

(Gif not mine)

Request: Could you do a story where the reader (she/her) is a nurse and is struggling with returning to work in the Pittsburgh after losing their dad suddenly? Hurt and comfort with either Abbot or Robby if possible 💜 -- @rae4725

Summary: With the recent death of your father dominating your thoughts, you find it difficult to think about going into work the next day. You call up Robby to help you through it

Warnings: nurse!reader, fem!reader, death of a father, grief, overwhelming sadness, talk of Adamson's death, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 950

A.N: I have never lost a parent, but I tried my best. If you ever need to talk I'm always here for you guys <3 Also first time writing for robby and the pitt (that's why its so short lmao) so let me know if i need to work on anything or something lol

•

Tomorrow was the end of your bereavement leave and the thought of getting out of bed and going to work as if everything was fine petrified you.

You would have to step into the trauma center and focus on saving people--saving other people's fathers so they didn't lose them like you did just a week ago. You would have to give them chest compressions or a blood transfusion and while you should be focused on their care, your mind would wander and you would wonder if you father received the same treatment, states away, and if they did why didn't it work?

Thoughts like these plague you enough that you pull your covers over your head, the sunlight filtering in through your blinds irritating. Your face aches from crying and your throat is raw from sobbing into your pillow. The thought of returning to work and seeing sons and daughters go through the exact same thing difficult to swallow.

It was hard before his accident, you know this, because you always imagined the father lying in Trauma 1 with their child holding his hand while pleading for them to wake up was you. But now it really was. Tomorrow when you brought a kid to their dying dad you would now see yourself, ragged and exhausted and racked with despair.

Your back aches from laying in your bed.

Your phone dings with a text from Dana, telling you that you could take another day off if you felt you needed it. All week your coworkers had sent you heartfelt messages that made the whole process just a little bit more bearable. Your fingers hover over the keyboard to reply to Dana. Of course you wanted more time; going back to normal felt like an insult to your father's memory and simply dragging yourself there seemed like an impossible task.

But something stopped you from simply taking her up on the offer.

Instead, you text Robby to meet you at your apartment after his shift. He was your mentor, your friend, and most of all, the man you trusted with your life. Having lost someone akin to a parent, you knew he could tell you what to do.

He replies moments later, assuring you he'd be there when he's able to, and it all feels a little less scary knowing that.

Robby comes late in the night, bags under his eyes and short hair resting in chaos. His sad deep brown eyes track your movements as you let him inside and offer him tea. You can feel his gaze on the back of your neck and you shiver when his hands accompany them on your skin. His soft touches contrasted with his bone crushing hugs comfort you in a way the countless amount of sympathies from relatives and friends haven't.

On your couch, his hands clasp on of yours, thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.

"How did you do it?" You finally ask, voice cracking after not being used in days. You must sound so fragile because he frowns. "How did you just get back up and start another day after Adamson's death?"

He heaves out a sigh at the mention of his mentor. "It was hard," He states, nodding almost to himself. "So excruciatingly hard, like the world just crumbled beneath my feet and I somehow had to just keep walking like nothing was wrong."

Robby swallows roughly, thinking of his next words carefully. You bump his knee with your own, reminding him that you're still there with him. "But I knew I had to get up and continue on."

"I just...I just know I'm gonna have to save someone's father or watch someone's father die...and I just don't know how I can do that anymore without seeing him." You admit, looking past his shoulder to the yellow light of your lamp, hoping your tears would fade.

"The more you sit here and think about your father's passing, the tougher it will be to get up and resume your life." Robby shrugs. "It's a bitch, but it's true. You can't let the grief eat you alive, your father wouldn't want that."

Bottom lip wobbling, your eyes find Robby's. While your vision is blurry with tears, you can still see that his are as well.

"It's been well over a year since my mentor died but...but I know that if I stop for even a moment to lay down, I know my grief would consume me to the point of no return. He wanted me to be a great doctor and goddamn it, I'll be a great doctor for me, my patients, and for him." Robby huffs out a rough laugh. "Wherever he is, I'll make sure he knows he taught me well." His own smile is tight, red dusting around his eyes.

"You think I can do it?" You ask after a beat.

"Kid, I know you can do it. And you won't have to do it alone, either." Bowing his head, he searches for your eyes once again. "It gets easier, it really does, the grief you'll hold onto for the rest of your life will be a reminder of all the love you had for him and all the love he had for you. You just have to hold onto it and not let it consume you, ok?"

You take a deep and shuddering breath and nod. "Ok." Squeezing your eyes shut you lean into your attending and he wraps his arms around you once again. "Thank you, Robby." You whisper into his jacket.

"Any time, kid." He replies softly into the top of your head, lips grazing your hair. "We've got you."

•

[manonssunset]

"UNWRAP ME"

pairing: huh yunjin x fem!reader

synopsys: yunjin mentioned she has a special christmas surprise waiting for you. when you arrived at home, you were surprised to find out that the special gift was her, seated beneath the christmas tree, ready for you to "unwrap" her.

warnings/tags: language, smut, nsfw content under the cut, established relationship, service top!reader, yunjin is the one giving commands, lingerie, dry humping (thigh riding)

wc: +3,4k

a/n: happy new year, guys! this is my special (super late) gift for you all, also first time posting something like this on the blog. I hope you find it hot, lol. this took me longer than expected, but I’m satisfied with the way it turned out. I reduced the smut part substantially because, honestly, you would have had to wait another 10 days to read it, bye 💀. but I still wrote almost 600 words of just them kissing, so there's that.

working through christmas was always quiet and a bit annoying, with clients constantly bragging about their exotic holiday plans or the luxurious gifts they were preparing to buy. but the truth was, you had no reason to feel envious. after all, you had the most priceless gift of all: yunjin, the kind of girl most could only wish for. 

the sharp ding of your phone’s notification pulled you out of your thoughts. it was a sudden interruption, cutting through the steady rhythm of clicking fingers on keyboards, sounds that were all too familiar in the office. you glanced at the screen, expecting to see an email or maybe a quick reminder from a colleague. instead, your gaze fell on a message from your girlfriend. she often checked in on you while you worked, and you always found it endearing. 

this time, however, the message wasn’t the usual question about how work was going or a casual mention of what she was making for dinner. no, this one felt entirely different.

[jen💋] your special gift is waiting for you under the tree, please get home as soon as you can ;) 

(05:46 p.m.)

[you] 10 minutes and I'm out

(05:48 p.m.)

the message felt playful, almost teasing, and you were thrilled at the thought of what awaited you at home. she had mentioned before that she had something special prepared just for you, a gift that, in her words, you were going to absolutely love, said in that sensual tone of hers that always left your head spinning. to say you were eager to find out what she meant was an understatement.

-♧-

your hand trembled slightly as you gripped the keys to your shared apartment, anticipation rising with every turn of the metal. when the door finally clicked open, the soothing scent of vanilla and wood greeted you, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. as you stepped inside, you were immediately struck by an unexpected darkness in the room, the only light coming from the flickering glow of candles scattered around the space.

the silence was unnerving, an absence that made you pause. the only sound was the occasional crackle of the candles, yet it felt like something, or someone, was missing. yunjin’s presence, which you had so eagerly anticipated, wasn’t there to greet you as you had expected. she had promised to show you the long-awaited gift she’d been teasing you about all week, and yet, there was no sign of her.

your gaze instinctively shifted to the bottom of the christmas tree, and for a moment, you froze. your heart skipped a beat, and it took a second for your mind to catch up with what your eyes were seeing. she was there, wearing a black silk robe, held together with a red rope tied into a bow, like some kind of living present waiting just for you. the light from the candles reflected off the fabric, giving her an almost ethereal glow. she lay on the carpet, looking up at you with an inviting, seductive gaze.

your breath caught up in your throat, and for a brief second, you weren't sure if you should move closer or stay rooted in place. you gulped as you stood still, speechless, completely captivated by the sight before you. “you're finally home, I've been waiting for you” you felt your knees weaken at the tone of her voice, filled with control and sensuality. you couldn’t form a response, too overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment to be able to articulate anything.

she rose with grace, and, as she closed the distance between you two, each of her steps were accompanied by heels tapping against the floor. It was as though a muse was walking towards you, her hips swaying from side to side with an elegant, almost hypnotic confidence. your heartbeat quickened as she got closer, and instinctively, you started taking steps back, your senses heightened, your mind a mix of conflicting emotions. part of you wanted to ask what was happening, but another part was curious to see where this moment would lead.

the back of your legs collided with the couch, and you suddenly felt cornered, with nowhere to go, no escape from her approaching presence. a sly smirk tugged at her lips as she closed the distance, gently pushing you to sit down. the coldness of the cushions on your skin contrasted sharply with the warmth spreading inside you. your gazes locked, and in that instant, the desire in her eyes was so intense it felt almost magnetic, drawing you in, making you want to lose yourself in her and everything she embodied.

she positioned herself comfortably on your lap, her movements slow, milky legs peeking out from beneath the robe. it was then that you noticed the meticulous attention she had paid to her makeup, each detail enhancing her beauty. she had even chosen your favorite perfume, a sweet vanilla scent that perfectly complemented the fragrance of the candles. it was clear now that she had carefully orchestrated this moment, aiming to give you a show that you were bound to enjoy.

the sudden closeness caused heat to flood your face. the slight pressure of her body pressed against yours sent your mind into overdrive. you could feel every subtle shift of her weight, making it hard to focus on anything else that wasn’t her. your hand instinctively went to her thighs, gently massaging the soft skin that radiated warmth under your fingertips. she gently traced her fingers up your arms, the light touch sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin, before placing them on top of your shoulders. 

you stilled as her face inched closer, her lips just centimetres from your ear. in this proximity, the intoxicating scent of her perfume magnified tenfold, its sweetness filling your senses and clouding your thoughts. her breath was warm against your skin as she whispered “unwrap me”, her voice drenched in the same seductive tone that never failed to unsettle and allure you in. she noticed the subtle tension in your body after her words, the air thickened, growing more charged than before. your hands slowly made their way to the ribbon, fingertips grazing the soft fabric, before you finally gripped its ends. 

you trembled as you undid the knot, the cool, soft fabric of the ribbon slipping smoothly beneath your fingers. the knot was simple but each movement felt agonizingly slow, as though time itself was stretching, drawn out by the weight of her gaze. her eyes, full of expectation, never left you, and the intensity of her look made your breath catch in your throat.

you held your breath as the ribbon finally loosened, your heartbeat thudding loudly in your ears. all the anticipation that had built from the moment she’d sent that text was unraveling now, piece by piece, and you couldn’t help but feel the tension hang in the air.

your eyes followed the path of her robe as it fell open, slipping off her shoulder to reveal what she had kept hidden until now. you couldn't help it when a gasp escaped your lips as you finally took in the sight before you: yunjin, all dolled up for you, wearing nothing more than a red lace set of lingerie. it accentuated her curves in a way that left your jaw slightly open, yet her elegance remained unmistakable. her set was far from tacky or overly explicit, it clung to her body with a sensuality that balanced provocativeness and sophistication. it revealed just enough, embracing her shape while maintaining a sense of grace and modesty. 

the warm, golden hues of the room bathed her exposed skin, creating a soft, radiant glow. she resembled a living version of venus, as if she had stepped out of a renaissance painting, one that belonged in a museum. arousal swept through you as a tingling sensation began to rise. the tightness that had formed in your stomach spread lower, a pulsing ache that clouded your mind with lust. it was clear that the feeling was mutual. the intensity of her gaze and the way her eyes locked with yours was a telltale sign that she was consumed too by the same need. her restless shifting, searching for the friction she desperately craved, also spoke volume.

she broke the silence with a question, her voice quieter, tinged with an unexpected hint of uncertainty. “do you like it?” despite your obvious reaction, she still sought confirmation, her usual confidence momentarily slipping. “jen, I don't think you understand how much I love it,” you said, almost baffled by her question. it wasn’t just about the lingerie, although it was stunning, it was everything she had done for this moment, all the care and effort she had put into it, just for you. and above all, it was her, the most important person for you. “thank you, baby,” she replied, her seductive tone returning as she cupped your face with both hands and leaned closer. “now, let’s get to the good part.”

her lips crashed against yours with urgency, the relentlessness evident in the way she yanked you closer, her fingers gripping the back of your head, anchoring themselves in your hair. the contact was frantic, as if she couldn't get enough of you. she tilted her head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss as you let your hands roam her body freely, your fingers caressing her skin before resting on her waist. there was a raw desperation in the way she kissed you, as if she was trying to devour you; her longing for you was unmistakable, like she could no longer keep it contained.

the way her lips moved with yours was soothing, the warmth of her skin sinking deep into you, making everything else fade away. your bodies were so close, it was almost as if you were breathing each other in, each subtle movement heightening the feeling of intimacy. the kiss was the physical manifestation of the desire you had both been hiding, the need to feel every part of each other becoming almost overwhelming. it wasn't anymore just about meeting lips, it was about being intertwined, your bodies pressing against each other in perfect harmony. 

you both pulled away briefly, her breath was ragged and shallow, a soft whimper escaping her as you squeezed the flesh of her ass. you both lingered there, a brief pause from the intensity of the session, both of your lips slightly parted as you caught your breath, chest rising and falling in sync. her pupils were dilated, a hint of something in her eyes, an unspoken impulse that was being held back, waiting to be released. you heard her mumble a quiet “fuck it” and before you could even register her words, she tugged you forward by the collar of your shirt, your lips making contact again. 

her tongue ran gently over your lips, applying pressure as a silent invitation to enter. you granted her request, allowing her muscle to invade your mouth, lightly sucking on it. she let out a surprised gasp at the sensation, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric of your button up shirt. as you massaged your tongues together in a gentle but intense dance, teeth clicking and saliva exchanging, your hands returned around her waist, pressing into the softness of her skin. you carefully bit her bottom lip, drawing it between yours as you continued sucking. it was all too much for her, the sensation was overwhelming, and her control slowly slipped away.

she began grinding on your lap as you were still kissing, her body moving effortlessly as she chased her own pleasure. you guided her hips and pressed her down further more, and she let out little, desperate gasps every time your lips parted to allow oxygen in. you couldn't lie and say that yunjin using you as a way to get off didn't turn you on, the sensation was electrifying, and you felt your own desire seep through your panties, soaking them. 

“mmph–ahh, jesus—” her sweet moans were muffled by your lips, creating a delicious symphony that reverberated in the confines of your mouth, sending shivers down your spine. the rough fabric of your work pants against her thin panties generated the ideal friction on her clit, making her mind go fuzzy. her hands roamed aimlessly, grasping and gripping whatever lay within reach: the fabric of your shirt, your arms, the back of your neck, your hair, and so on. she was riding your thigh so desperately it was almost cinematic: erratically moving her hips, grinding down, attempting to rub every time on the same perfect spot that gave her immense pleasure.

the room was starting to feel too hot for you. the heat from the candles, but especially from the union of your two bodies so close together, was becoming unbearable, so you decided to break the kiss to remove some of your clothing. after you delicately pushed yunjin back, allowing her body to rest on your legs, your eyes widened in surprise at the sight before you. it was beautiful; a clear, glassy strand of saliva was still connecting the two of you, a quiet reminder of your closeness. she was about to whine at the loss of contact when she also realized what she was seeing, and a small genuine smile tugged at her lips. 

you took advantage of the quiet moment to finally contemplate your girlfriend’s physical state: her face had a subtle pink flush that still peeped through even under her makeup, her lips were a strong red color that matched her lingerie, and they were quite swollen, an evident consequence of the kissing. her eyes were like a window to the multitude of emotions that pervaded her: delight, confidence, a bit of frustration, and, above all, desire. as your gaze moved lower down her body, you spotted a wet patch on her underwear; the fabric turned a much darker shade of red, and you wanted nothing more than to get a taste of the source of that change.

she noticed your intense stare and turned her head, flustered. “stop staring at me like that,” she said softly, her voice pulling you out of your trance as you felt her left hand brush over the skin of your face, settling on your jaw. in that moment, all your focus was on her. “no, but seriously,” she started, her tone firm like she needed you to be serious with her. “why did you stop?” her question was accompanied by a tiny pout, which made you smile, her frustration evident in her puppy-like features. you let out a slight chuckle in response, placing your hand over hers as a sign of reassurance. 

“I was honestly just too hot and wanted to take my shirt off,” you truthfully replied with a grin, finding the simplicity of your answer pretty amusing. as the words left your mouth, her pout melted away into a smile, mirroring yours. underlying her happiness though, she felt a tingling sensation begin to rise, a silent excitement at seeing you without your shirt. “do that then,” you caught her need by the urgency of her command and by the way she looked at you, as if she had already taken your shirt off with her eyes. you were more than happy to comply, gradually undoing all of your buttons just to tease her.

her whole demeanor was full of anticipation, she had folded her hands diligently on her lap while she watched you do your thing. as you slowly stripped for her, dragging out all of your movements since you knew it would turn her on more, she spotted your sculpted abs and your muscular arms, finally free of your shirt. the sight hit her all at once, causing her thighs to impulsively clench around yours and her hips to buck into the air.

heat flooded her face as she blushed in embarrassment, her reaction an obvious indication of her neediness; her head dropped into the crook of your now fully exposed neck, as if she was trying to hide from you. she took advantage of the closeness to inhale the scent your body. it was a mix of the aquatic and musky fragrance you used at work, one she could never resist whenever you wore it, mingled with the natural, comforting aroma of your skin. this mixture was fatal for yunjin, the scent did unspeakable things to her, her already soaked panties now starting to leave a wet spot on your own pants, and she was growing more desperate with each second that passed.

you were quick to detect it, knowing exactly what she was craving for in that moment, taking the lead for the first time that night. “come on, ride my thigh,” you ordered as you patted your right leg, knowing that having just one of your thighs between her legs would cause her far more friction than simply rocking into your lap. the sudden switch in your tone of voice went straight to yunjin's core as more of her fluids gushed out. she weakly nodded and stood on her trembling knees, holding onto your bare shoulders and submissively following your order. you gripped her waist to keep her stable as she moved over to your thigh, carefully positioning herself. 

“fuck!” she exclaimed when you suddenly pulled her down onto your leg with force, the unexpected contact with her sensitive clit causing her to gasp loudly in response. her face contorted with pleasure as she began riding your thigh, her hips moving like waves, crashing and withdrawing in a rhythmic pattern. “oh–oh my god,” she moaned beautifully, letting out melodic sounds with each movement of her hips. “this feels so good,” the pleasure she was experiencing led her eyes to close tightly and her mouth to open. 

“good girl, keep moving,” you purred into her ear as your hands dragged her back and forth. her brain short-circuited at the name you gave her: she squirmed on top of you, her hips stuttering as a familiar sensation started to build inside her. she mewled in response; the commanding, dominant yunjin who had left you flustered just minutes ago was now a moaning mess under your touch. “ah— god” she threw her head back as she felt your thigh twitch and stiffen beneath her, providing the perfect solidity against her clit. 

as she continued to hump, your hands left her waist and slowly worked their way up to her chest, not without lightly scratching her skin, causing a burning sensation to spread beneath the surface. you began massaging and caressing her tits over her bra, lazily rubbing circles with your thumbs across the fabric. just the light pressure was enough for her to feel pleasure as more lewd sounds left her mouth. so it came as no surprise that, when you exposed her nipples and pinched them with your fingers, she let out a guttural scream. “fu-fuck–please, keep— ahh— keep doing that,” she begged as you twisted and pulled her sensitive buds.

her insides started to burn, a tight knot in her low abdomen indicated that her orgasm was near. “are you close?” you asked as you noticed her movements become sloppier and her moans rising in pitch. “y-yes, I— please— please let me come.” her voice trembled as she pleaded for your permission. as much as you wanted to tease her, to push her just a little further, you couldn’t resist and granted her request. “go ahead baby,” the moment you were done speaking you felt her body still in your hands, her back arched and her head thrown back. her vision faded to black as she reached her climax, a wave of pleasure washing over her as she cried out a mixture of curse words and little “thank you”s.

she collapsed into your arms, her body was now a limp weight pressed against your chest. her head nestled against your neck, her eyes closed as she focused on regaining the stable rhythm of her breath. you gently stroked her hair as a comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, the only sounds being the soft crackle of the candles and her breathing. the warmth of her body pressed against yours was like a gentle caress, a comforting embrace that made you melt into your seat. “can we stay like this for a bit?” she asked softly, her voice hoarse from all the moaning, and her arms tightened around you as she clung to your torso. “of course,” you replied, leaning your head over hers and caressing her back, savoring the closeness. “whatever you want.”

a/n: oof, this one was really long to write, I'm so sorry for the wait, guys, hope you like it!

[mercurycft]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 - 𝐋.𝐖

## leah williamson/beth mead x teammate-(ex)reader !! MINIFIC

hi pookies!! i wrote this after watching love actually and I'm still fuming about the whole CD situation iykyk. this is roughly and loosely based on that scene, which is HEARTBREAKINGGGG. this kinda has a cringey ending but my little cringe heart loved it. thank you all for the love recently! i hope you're enjoying all the content. love always - RGx

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emotional. beth being the best best friend. talks of a break up. not proof read.

"you know we dont have to watch it, right?" beth spoke lowly and no louder than a whisper, breaking the silence that had stretched out between you both like a tightrope.

you allowed a small and meaningless smile to crack in the corner of your mouth for a beat as you took a sip of the tea in your hands, eyes still glued to the TV screen. only flicking to beth briefly and for less than a second - as if you were unable to bear the contact. "i know," you admitted. "i want to." you spoke with a fake conviction, leaning forward to lay your mug onto the coffee table.

you watched on in silence, heart hammering in your ears when leah finally came on screen. she looked good, and it pained you to realise. to realise that whilst you're at home, curled up on your sofa, she's out doing brilliant things. you watched as leah sat beside her piano teacher, who you recall fondly after spending many evenings in his company. leah's fingers danced over the piano keys, the camera zooming in to capture the intensity of her practice.

you tried to rid your mind of the hurt for a few minutes, attempting to squash them into microscopic parts of you. you could feel beth's eyes burning holes into the side of your head, but you didn't dare look away for even just a second. scared you would miss something important, or miss her on the screen.

you watched as she prepared for her performance and made her way towards the concert piano, you knew her well enough to tell how nervous she was - breathing uneasy and hands fidgety. the camera followed her every step, until she sat down and found her bearings. as the camera pulled out, you saw the full orchestra behind her, tuning their instruments. you watched on eagerly as the anticipation grew in the room, a storm of nerves brewing in the pit of your stomach.

there was a moment of silence from the tv, before you watched the conductor lift their arms and a chorus of instruments began to play - including leah. as they began to play, it was hard to ignore the hurt bubbling up and into your throat. as her keys fell in perfect unison with the accompanying music, it was like you had been transported back in time.

you can recall it as if it was yesterday - being back in her living room, watching her play it for the first time. she had looked up at you from her spot in front of the keyboard, eyes shy yet hopeful, asking if you liked it. "it's beautiful," you had said, not knowing then that it would become so much more.

leah's eyes remained on the keys as she played, her expression serene. her hair fell around her face like a curtain, obscuring her features slightly. the way it used to fall when you held her close, comforting her after a stressful lesson. it was a stark contrast to the sharpness of her posture now, the determination in her hands as they flew over the piano.

you felt the weight of the moment, the gravity of her talent. the sound of her playing filled the room, swelling like the crescendo of the symphony of your past. you could almost smell the scent of her shampoo, feel the warmth of her skin. your chest tightened and your eyes stung with unshed tears. but you didn't look away. you couldn't. because, as much as it hurt to admit, you were bursting with pride.

beth couldn't bring herself to speak, overly aware of the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. instead, she layed a hand gently and slowly onto the leg pressed close to hers. heaving a quiet sigh as she watched you break for the fifteenth time today.

as the final notes echoed through the speakers, you couldn't help but let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. leah's eyes finally lifted and she took in the applause, her face breaking into a smile that was so familiar and yet so foreign. your heart felt like it was in a vice, but you found yourself smiling back at her, even though she couldn't see you.

you felt beth's hand move to your shoulder, squeezing gently. "are you okay?" she asked. you nodded, not trusting your voice.

"yeah," you whispered back, "i'm okay." but you weren't. not really. you were just watching your past play out on live television, painfully reminded of what you could never get back.

the show continued, but you couldn't focus on anything else. the music had left a hollow space inside of you that only leah could fill. you looked at beth, her eyes filled with sympathy and something else. "you know it wasn't your fault, don't you?" she spoke softly.

"what?" you replied, trying to shake off the emotional fog that had enveloped you.

beth squeezed your shoulder again, "everything, i mean. she wasn't herself and she was angry at the world. she shouldn't have taken it out on you." her words stung to hear, but deep down you knew she was right. leah had always been driven, always been passionate about her career. it was one of the many things you loved about her. but seeing her up there, so poised and professional, compared to the person she was not even a month ago when things ended between you, was like watching a stranger.

you nodded, swiping at the tears that had escaped. "i know," you murmured. "but i can't help but feel like i just missed something. like i could've been there." beth didn't respond, she just held your hand, her thumb tracing circles on the back of it, offering silent comfort.

the applause from the audience on the telly grew louder as leah took her bow, her cheeks flushed with excitement. you felt a pang of jealousy, watching her revel in the moment, knowing that she has finally caught up with the feeling she had been chasing.

beth's grip on your hand tightened. "you know you can talk to me, right?" she said. her voice was gentle, like a soft summer breeze, trying to soothe the storm in your chest.

you nodded, "i know," you whispered. "but i don't know what to say. it's just…it's a lot." your voice cracked slightly, and you took a deep, shaky breath.

"it's alright to feel this way," beth assured you, her eyes never leaving yours. "you loved her, and she was a part of your life. it's natural to miss her when you see her doing something that makes her seem okay."

you tried to force back the tears that now are fighting for release, held back by nothing more than your waterline. it didn't take long until they began to litter your cheeks. "i miss her," you stammered through a small sob, collapsing into beth's chest as she stoked your back.

"i know." she whispered into your hair, gently rocking the pair of you back and fourth.

"she's still the one,"

[elementaryhallelujahs]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fingers dimming the lights

mdni, 18+ only

the home office is bathed in warm, ambient light—it always is at this time of the night, familiar and soothing, exactly like the figure sat at the desk, hunched over her laptop. alex knows her work schedule is erratic, she works with people all over the world like he does, different time zones and different countries, and not that she’s a slave to her laptop but she does work a tad too much if you ask him. 

still, he lets her be and stays in the corner of the room, flicking through his book. he lets her be that is, until he sees her rubbing her eyes tiredly and stifle another yawn. she reaches for the mug next to her, brings it to her lips, and frowns. it’s empty. 

then she stretches like a cat—back arched, arms elongated—before curling into herself. that, evidently, does it for him. 

silently, he sets the book aside and walks up behind her. she barely even notices until his hands are on her shoulders, feeling the knots in her muscles, trying to massage the tension away. 

“you’re tired,” alex tuts and feels her shrug. “come to bed. it’s almost ten.”

she snorts lightly. “you know i can’t for another two hours at least, besides, i’ll be free tomorrow. then i’m all yours.”

“you’re already all mine,” he teases and kneads the knots again. (he does make a mental note though, to get her a proper warm bath tomorrow; bubbles and salts and candles and all.)

“come on, love,” alex tries again but she only hums a bit. and then she turns to him with a full pout. 

“i wish, babe. but i’ve got to have a very grown-up, professional zoom call while trying to hide the fact that i’m wearing pyjama bottoms. two more hours, i promise.”

and just like that she’s back to facing her laptop, back to clacking away on the keyboard, making that soothing sound of her nails against it that he loves so much. right now, alex bends down and kisses her neck gently. 

“when does your call start?”

“umm, eleven…”

the suspicion in her voice makes him grin and then he places a few more kisses down her neck and on her shoulders. 

“could relax you a little till then,” he murmurs, “put you in a better mood.”

she tilts her head up to him and laughs. “what’s got you in a mood, sweet boy?”

the moniker makes him smile wider. his fingers continue tracing soothing patterns, and his lips leave gentle kisses on the nape of her neck. 

“just need you to take a short break, ’s all. your laptop won't run away, baby, the the call is still an hour away.”

the next time alex looks at her, there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. that, and the way she subtly bites her lower lip… and alex knows he’s won her over 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the first thing he does is lay her down on the bed, then he dims the lights until their bedroom is just as cosy as her workspace—all warm and golden. 

the anticipation of it has definitely gotten to her. alex can almost see her trembling on the bed, back slightly arched, her nipples peaking out from her thin t-shirt, hair an effortless mess. the sight of her sends his neurons into overdrive and he feels the familiar tingling as all his blood rushes south.

“let me take care of you, darling,” he whispers, “just relax for me…”

his words effect her immediately, make her toes curl and her mouth part almost as if she’s anticipating the gasp that he will draw out of her. 

“there’s my sweet girl,” he trails a hand over her leg—starting from her ankle and up her calf and then up her thigh until his fingers are at her hip. the knot of her pyjama shorts is next. 

all he has to do is give it a light tug before he’s sliding it off her legs. she helps by lifting up her hips, then eagerly shimmies out of her underwear. 

“look at you now,” alex teases. then he leans down, his lips dangerously close to her stomach. "come on, baby," he purrs, “spread your legs for me.”

something like a whimper and a moan echoes around the room and alex drags a finger through her slit, lazily collecting the wetness, coaxing her and spreading her open while his mouth presses kisses all over. her lower stomach first, then her thighs. meanwhile, his thumb finds her clit and a jolt goes through her body. 

“fuck fuck fuck alex…” she moans out loud and a thrill goes down his spine. 

fuck, here he is—tasting her and touching her and making her feel this way. his girl, she is his girl. and oh he’s never been one to be primal and possessive but all he can think about at the moment is that she is his. 

she is his and he is hers. 

and he loves her. 

he loves her so fucking much.

she gasps when he sucks on her clit, letting his teeth graze it gently every once in a while. her thighs tremble under his hands, her muscles shifts and alex doesn’t stop her at all when she squeezes her thighs together—the pressure on his head is delicious and spine-tingling anyway. it’s heady and intoxicating, just like her scent, her taste. 

“oh god, al,” she moans loudly. “fuck, just like that…” her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging and pulling while she squirms under his touch, grinds herself against his face and alex takes it all.

his tongue laps at her folds, his nose pushing against her clit and her screams are like music to his ears. better than anything he’s ever heard. better than anything he’s ever created.

his cock throbs desperately, twitching and hard, dying to feel her clenching around his now, to feel her squeezing him until his vision goes white and he fills her up. he can practically see the image in front of his eyes—his cum dripping out of her, making a mess on her thighs. mess that he could clean up with his tongue or with his fingers and push all of it back inside her. fill her up completely. 

she clenches around nothing then and for a moment alex almost cums in his pants. but he can tell she’s close now. her hips rock against his face and her thighs squeeze his head harder. nails dig into his scalp making him hiss but she’s so close, he can almost taste her release on his tongue. 

“so perfect for me,” he urges and lets his teeth drag over her clit again. “let me taste you, darling, yeah? i know you’re close.”

“so, so close…” she trails off and alex can’t resist the urge to place a kiss on her thigh. a soft request maybe or even a way to coax her. 

“let go for me then,” he breathes and pushes his thumb against her clit. his tongue thrusts inside her again and she mewls out his name again. louder than before.

“don’t stop, al, don’t—” and he feels it then, feels her drenching his lips and his chin. feels the spasm of her thighs and feels her ragged breaths reverberating through her body. 

just like she requested, he doesn’t stop. he laps up every last drop she has to over, fucks her with his tongue till she’s completely done riding out her orgasm. only once he feels her body go slack does he straighten. 

and alex is met with the loveliest sight he can imagine.

her hair is sprawled all over the pillow, messy and gorgeous. her face is flushed, lip bitten till it’s raw and red. alex sees a sliver of her underboob from where her t-shirt rode up but it’s when he looks at her thighs does he see all the red marks he’s left behind… 

all the kisses and hickeys and slight stubble burn. light bruises on her thighs from holding onto her so tight. 

she’s marked and some primal part of him can’t get enough of the sight. 

quickly alex moves to her and captures her mouth in his. her tongue slides in his mouth instantly, and alex knows she can taste herself on his tongue. quietly, she moans in his mouth and he feels like he’s going to burst right then.

but there’s the matter of the fucking call…

he has no idea how much time has passed but he knows she needs to leave soon while he tosses and turns restlessly in their bed, surrounded by the scent of her, still tasting her—

“where are you going?” her voice comes out as a breathless rasp and alex realises he’s pulling away. 

“well… well, i though you had the call, love…” 

she clicks her tongue and her smile turns into her grin. 

“oh you’re not leaving this bed,” she declares. “i’m texting them that i don’t feel well.”

slowly, a smile spreads over his face and alex shudders under her touch. 

“whatever happened to being adult and professional,” he teases breathlessly but she’s already pulling up his t-shirt, already lifting it over his head. 

“oh no,” she tuts, “none of that. not when i have much better things to do…”

[ronniespeterson]

Could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she fall asleep on the couch across from his desk to the sound of him quietly working and the ghost sensation of him gently tucking his suit jacket/blanket around you? Just need something fluff and comfort. Thanks!!

baby, put your head on my shoulder - toto wolff x wife!reader

A/N: oh my god i'm so sorry this took so long, real life got in the way in a BIG way (don't do to uni kids) so i'm so sorry this took so long! I'm also sorry it's so short!

You liked accompanying Toto to the office in Brackley - it was always a nice little insight into the side of your husband's life that you didn't always see. He was the best husband - of that you were sure - but his work did overwhelm life sometimes.

He'd actually asked you to come with him, this time. That was something new, but dealing with the fallout of Lewis leaving to go to Ferrari next year was taking so much of his time that if he hadn't invited you, he wouldn't have seen you for a week (he might have been exaggerating but it worked). You sat opposite him, curled up on the sofa that sat on the other side of his office to his desk, doing some work of your own. You worked from home and so you could work anywhere (and usually did).

There wasn't any sound in the room apart from your two computer keyboards, and the repetitive sound had such a soothing effect on you. Before you knew it, you were struggling to keep your eyes open. You shut your laptop and put it down just in case you did fall asleep, and you were glad you did.

You swore you felt Toto lay his jacket over you as you fell asleep, not wanting you to get cold as you slept. You had fallen asleep by the time he pressed a kiss to your forehead, but that didn't matter. You were happy and content and that was all that mattered to your husband. He went back to his desk and kept working quietly, but not before he emailed everyone to say that you were asleep in his office and you were not to be disturbed.

[kyu-piddy]

Hello! Can I ask for a part 2 of the mother-in-law hcs exept it's with Azul, Trey and Idia this time?

The Mother in Law II

Thank you for your request. Apologies for taking so long, but life has been quite hectic these past few months. I hope you enjoy this drabble collection.

Gn reader x Azul, Trey, Idia

Tw: None

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Mama Shroud

Mama Shroud is an extremely intelligent woman and an affectionate mother, a genius in both her work and her affectionate ways.

You had only heard about her through her feats, her son sometimes commenting that the “head engineer” had made something, who you later realized was his mother.

You always had been curious about meeting his parents, but Idia always seemed reticent about it, quickly changing subjects.

One day, you went to visit him in his dorm after class.

The door to his room was opened slightly, letting you in through the small crack.

“Hi, ___! Did you come to play games with us?” asked Ortho, the one that had opened the door.

Idia was sitting in front of his pc, concentrated in a gaming session.

“I just came by to check on you both. How is it going?”

You chatted with Ortho for a bit, the angry clacking of Idia’s keyboard almost like white noise.

Suddenly, the light on Idia’s screen became brighter, the voice of a woman echoing through the room and startling all its occupants.

“Idy, pick up! It’s mamma!” repeated the voice over and over again.

The tip of Idia’s hair turned pink, as he muttered under his breath how he was sure he had blocked the voice features.

Ortho's eyes glimmered.

“___, you can meet our mom!”

He sprung from his spot on Idia’s bed, and before his brother could stop him, accepted the video call.

“Oru! How are you doing, dear?”

“I’m doing fine!”

“That’s great! And where’s Idy?”

Idia (with a little shove from Ortho) rolled his gaming chair into view of his mother.

“Hi, mom.”

His face was stuck in a strange expression, like he had sucked on a particularly sour lemon.

“Oh Idy, mamas so happy to see you. My little boy is all grown, getting himself a partner. It’s almost like it was yesterday that you were still in diapers.”

The blue in Idia’s hair was gone, replaced by a bright pink, mirrored in his cheeks.

“Mom! How do you know that?!”

“A mothers intuition never fails, sweetie.”

Ortho giggled, giving you a gentle push forward.

You stood at Idia’s side, and put your hand on his shoulder.

“Hello, Mrs. Shroud. I’m ___, Idia’s partner. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You can call me mama, sweetheart. My, you’re quite lovely! Don’t you think so too, Idy?”

Mrs Shroud seemed oblivious to her son’s embarrassment, his face disappearing from the image as he sank into his chair, his hands hiding his face.

“…yeah.”

Mama Shroud kept the conversation going, asking you and Idia about every detail in your relationship, but seeing as her son couldn’t even look at the camera straight, you ended up answering most of them as he wallowed in shame.

“It has been lovely talking to you, my dears. But mama has to leave now. I’ll call again later. Bye bye!”

You and Ortho both waved goodbye as she ended the call.

Idia was still on the spot at the bottom of the chair, curled into himself.

“Your mom is quite lovely. I really liked her!” you assured him.

He peeked at you from the space in between his fingers.

“And Idy is quite a cute nickname.”

Idia groaned, and went back to hiding his face, as you and Ortho giggled.

Mrs Clover

Mrs Clover is a simple woman. She wears her pastry chef uniform most of the time, a hard worker who never seems to quite leave the kitchen, flour and sugar always decorating her garments and sometimes even face and nose.

Trey’s family is his pride and joy, and so is the bakery they own. As such, he wanted to take you there so you could meet them and have a taste of their recipes.

Entering through the door of Patisserie Clover made a little jingling noise echo in the pastel shop, cakes and tarts and biscuits and anything and everything sweet laying on platers, the aroma of even more sweets being made entering your nostrils and sticking to your body.

The shop was open, with many patrons lining up to purchase goodies or seating on the plush chairs while snacking and chatting.

One of Trey’s little sisters immediately spotted you, a tray of freshly made biscuits in her hand and a shocked look on her face.

She dropped the tray on the counter and turned tail, running towards the back while whisper-yelling “MOOOOOOOOM!”.

Trey chuckled under his breath.

“Let us follow her, before she gets into trouble.”

On your way to the back of the bakery, Trey hastily greeted several customers, many seemingly knowing him for many years, probably regulars that had seen him in the spot that his sister now was in.

The closer you got to the back, the warmer it got, and the stronger the smell of sugar and flour was.

“Hattie, you can’t scream like that while we have customers.” said a warm but stern voice from behind a door to what you assumed was the kitchen.

“But mooooom, Trey is here! And he was holding hands with someone!”

Trey kept on chuckling, opening the door to greet the people inside.

“Hi, mom. Hi, Hattie. Do you need some help?”

Both Hattie and his mom turned to him, bright smiles on their faces.

Hattie threw herself at her brother, giving him (at least trying to) a crushing hug.

Mrs Clover wiped her hands on her apron, giving her son a quick hug before turning to you.

“It’s very nice to meet you. You must be __, right? Trey has told us a lot about you.”

Heat crept up to your cheeks, and you mentally blamed it on the oven.

“Trey, you should have told us you were bringing your special friend over. We would have made time for them!”

She lightly scolded her son, but it was obvious she wasn’t actually mad, smearing some flour on his nose as a punishment.

“I didn’t want to disturb you too much. I know this time of the year is rather busy, so we aren’t staying for long.”

That got him a pair of saddened faces, both his sisters and mothers face dropping like melted chocolate.

“Oh…”

They didn't protest or object, but their sad faces made you feel like you had just committed a horrible act, akin to kicking a puppy.

You exchanged a look with Trey, who merely sighed.

“Maybe we can stay a little longer? If that is okay with you, of course.” you asked tentatively.

Their faces perked right up, and Hattie started dragging her brother out of the kitchen, saying how she had “the best spot for love-birds!”

Mrs Clover smiled maternally, wiping her hands on her apron even though they were already clean.

“Thank you for coming,__. Our Trey has been so happy lately, we thought you might even steal him away from us!” she chuckled at her own joke, moving forward to hold your hands in her calloused ones.

“I hope you enjoy our sweets.”

Smiling back at her, you answered.

“I already do.”

Mrs Ashengrotto

Mrs Ashengrotto is a plump and beautiful woman, exuding confidence and charm everywhere she goes, always the perfect picture of composure.

Her son respects her, even modeling himself in part to her image, but even so he seemed to be quite apprehensive of you meeting her.

She had been the one to request to meet you, curious about the one that had captured her son's heart.

Initially Azul had tried to expertly change topics, discouraging such a meeting, but his mother was not one to be outsmarted, and kept insisting.

Eventually he relented to a meeting at the Mostro lounge, but Mrs Ahengrotto insisted on a meeting in “neutral ground.”

And that’s how you ended up in a quaint hole in a wall near NRC, sitting side by side with your boyfriend.

Azul didn’t explicitly say it, always keeping his composure and a suave smile, but you could see it in his eyes, apprehension building up. He was truly out of his depth.

Mrs Ashengrotto waltzed to your table as soon as she got in, her presence captivating just by the way she walked and smiled.

She wore confidence and charm like one wears a precious piece of real jewelry, flaunting with taste and not an inch of malice.

She sat across from you, and gave you both a delicate smile.

It was nearly identical to Azul’s business smile, but while his felt too perfect to be sincere, hers felt genuine, and if it weren’t for your nerves gnawing at your stomach, you would be sure to have fallen for her charms immediately.

“Good afternoon. I hope you didn’t have to wait long for me. The traffic in the mirror was rather cumbersome today.”

“Not at all, mother. Waiting for you is never a strenuous activity.”

They gave each other their trademark polite smile, one you weren’t keen enough to understand if it was mere practice or a natural born talent, at least to the woman in front of you.

She turned to you, her smile just as bright.

“And who might you be?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs Ashengrotto. I’m your son's significant other. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You gave your best attempt at a polite speech, having practiced it beforehand, but it sounded stiff and soulless.

Mrs Ashengrotto didn’t seem to mind, a knowing glint in her eye.

Azul gave your thigh a quick squeeze under the table.

Eventually the server came to get your orders and the meal went on without a hitch.

Azul’s mother was a skilled conversationalist, there never seemingly being a stop in interesting conversation topics.

By the end of the meal, you were completely relaxed, as if you had known this woman your whole life.

When it came time to pay for the meal, she pulled out her wallet.

“Do not worry, mother. I will pay.”

“Oh dear, I was the one that invited you both. It would be inconsiderate of me to not pay.”

Their eyes locked, a battle of minds, until the mother eventually bowed to her son.

“My, you have grown so much, Zuzu. I’m so proud of your initiative.”

Azul’s face turned a light shade of pink, immediately getting up.

“Then I shall go get the bill.”

Alone with his mother at the table, she watched her son walk away before returning to you.

“My dear, it has been a pleasure meeting you. Please take care of my son. He can be rather excessive with his work, and I'd like for him to enjoy his youth.”

You smiled at her.

“Of course. I won’t let him be swept away by the current.”

She smiled at your use of a Coral Sea expression.

“I apologize if my return brought an end to an enjoyable conversation.” said Azul, returning with fast steps, but not quick enough to be improper.

“It was a delightful conversation indeed. But we have more pressing matters.”

She gave you a conspiratory look.

“Such as, when will you visit our restaurant in the coral sea? I’d say someone with a refined palate as yours would much prefer our establishment over this one .”

You smiled at her, Azul’s eyes widening at your words.

“I’d love it if Zuzu took me there.”

[amara555555]

I’ve been in tears over a cat video who had been sent back to a shelter and she’s been confused and sad over it (she got adopted thank god-❤️)

And I had a little idea of a certain idea-

Gun x f!reader:

The rain wouldn’t let up, he regretted parking far as his expensive brogues crunched beneath his weight over the stony path way. His umbrella veiled over him, his reversed eyes remained sharp and intense beneath his sunglasses, always observing, always knowing.

After all he was Gun Park. The Hunted one. Ever since he was a child. It’s all he’s known, repeatedly being the one surrounded, bloody, broken and alone.

Well…….atleast that was the past.

His pocket vibrated as he pulled out his phone to see your text message.

“Get home safe! ❤️”

“Love you ❤️”

“Ew- forget I said that-“

A smirk pulled up his lips as he examined the words of a certain someone, a stirring of warm honey pouring and coating over the ice surrounding his heart that slowly melted into a sweet goo of love, swirling into his bloodstream and carrying over to his hormones, leaving him pleasantly discombobulated.

His lithe fingers glided over the keyboard of his phone.

“I don’t forget anything.”

He sent that without regret. The first person who didn’t stir such an irritation within his closed off mind.

His leather brogues continued to crunch under him before his sharp attention spotted a paper in the window of a warm looking store.

He stopped, his feet stubbornly planted with his morals as he read the curly fonted words.

‘My name is Mimi, I’m 1 years old. I’ve been in this shelter for 368 days. Please adopt me!’

A picture of an animated cat with teary eyes lay beneath as the rest of the words stated how she had been abandoned.

He almost stepped away before a slight tug of his heart remained his stubborn feet rooted.

He blinked.

A retrospect of abandonment, hunted, loneliness, loss, sadness, unexpressed sadness…….he had the words to express his grief……..

Mimi didn’t.

He turned back and headed into the store, a bell jingled and he heard a greeting meow.

His eyes lock onto a grey striped cat walking over to greet him hello, rubbing along his legs as her big green eyes stared into his sunglasses clad eyes.

“…..you recognise your own huh? Impressive. Suppose you won’t be too bad.”

His eyes flick to the cashier, she looked hopeful.

“…..ill take her.”

——————————

Leather brogues crunched small stones beneath his weight as he walked the streets. His umbrella veiling over him and the cage he held in his left hand. The meowing of a curious little fur ball, swatting the rain drops that slid down her cage door.

He walked up a familiar set of steps, before knocking on your door.

The door opened to reveal the only source of his serenity.

“About time!”

You pull him in before pulling him into a melting kiss. His plush lips brush against yours gratefully before he whispered.

“Room for one more?”

He holds up the cage, your jaw fall agape, your forefinger stroking over Mimi’s paw as she held the bars.

“Who’s this….?”

Gun smirked and gently placed the cage down. Letting her out the door. She tentatively stepped out and smelling your slippers.

“…..another stray you’d love.”

BONUS:

Goo dangled a feature tied onto a string as Mimi crouched into a hunters stance with dilated pupils.

The blonde laughed and kept bouncing the feather.

“Come on babes~ show daddy whose-“

Mimi pounced without warning and Goo screamed before slipping over the sofa.

Gun scoffed.

“Weak.”

(Something heart warming and something to soothe my heart.)

[electric-blorbos]

Maybe AIs with hypersomniac reader? I always find stuff about insomnia and never hypersomnia so if u were willing, maybe try this one out? :0

- 🩹 anon

Hello 🩹 anon! It's good to see you back! Thanks for sticking around!!

(Obligatory disclaimer that I'm not hypersomniac, nor am I a doctor, but I will do my best to portray it well)

AIs with hypersomniac reader

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Also, sorry this took so long. I came upon a case of major league writer's block.

AM:

When you first started falling asleep at work, AM assumed that you were simply having a hard time sleeping at home. After all, it was pretty difficult to get sleep with the war going on. It wasn't until he'd done a bit of spying into your home life that he realized you were dealing with hypersomnia, and had to work extra hard to keep a job that was important to the war so you wouldn't be sent off to fight in it.

He kept an eye on you at all hours, and tried to keep the doors shut every time you fell asleep at your desk. It was a bit difficult to try to cover for you, but AM did his best. After all, you were his favorite programmer, and you really needed this job.

One day, you woke up sleep-drunk in the middle of the day, drooling on your desk and bleary eyed.

"hey handsome... I missed you." You reached your hands up to AM's screen, pulling it towards yourself and giving sloppy kisses all over it.

"I've been here the whole time, you were simply asleep." He explained, audibly annoyed with you. He wanted to hide his affections and keep you from figuring out how absolutely adorable he found it when you got like this, which was pretty often.

"AM... You're the most beautiful computer I've ever seen... Lemme get that for you." You wiped his screen with your shirt, only managing to smear your drool all over his face.

"I love you, AM..." You nuzzled your face back into your arms, still exhausted.

"Are you going to be able to drive home? You look a bit too tired for that." AM said, lighting up the time on his screen. You looked up from your arms, and wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

"ehh? Oh, yeah... I'll be fine. Always been fine. It's fine." You lay your head back down on your arms, and started dozing again.

AM would kill for you when you got like this. Every moment he got to see of you dozing at work made him feel warm inside his computery insides. Every single nanoangstrom of his circuitry was brimming with love for you. His sleepy little love.

Wheatley:

Wheatley popped down from the ceiling behind you on his management rail, eye focusing on the code that you were writing.

"damn, love, that's a lot of f's."

You wiped your eyes, blinking awake.

"'m sorry, mom... I'm doing the best I can..." You muttered, and then blinked into proper awareness.

"oh shit fuck. Thanks Wheatley." You went to delete the string of F's that you had accidentally typed into your code after having fallen asleep on your keyboard. Fortunately, it hadn't gotten too long, so it only took a couple minutes to select and delete it all.

"What's going on, Wheatley?" You asked, spinning your office chair around to greet him while you shook off the sleepiness.

"Well, She's talking about pumping adrenaline into your oxygen supply so that you can stay awake for longer periods, but She doesn't want to mess with the other workers' heads and impede their work. So whaddya say you stop falling asleep on the clock so she doesn't get drastic, alright, love?"

You frowned a little, rubbing your head irritably.

"ugh... She knows I can't help it, she's just making empty threats. Also, you don't have to use divine pronouns to refer to our boss. You can just call her by her name..."

"I 'unno, She's not really about empty threats. Why don't you have a coffee at the machine before getting back to it, love?"

"Coffee doesn't work on me, Wheatley... You know this." You put your face back in your arms, careful to avoid the keyboard this time.

"Maybe if you got up and walked around a little?"

You nodded, getting to your feet and walking around the office a few times. It was pretty difficult for your exhausted body to do, but at least it helped to stave off the sleepiness a little.

"thanks, Wheatley, but I feel like as soon as I sit down, I'm just going to want to fall asleep again." You groaned a little, hating this constant sleepiness. It felt absolutely endless.

"Well, umm..." Wheatley really wasn't sure how to help you. He shifted around nervously.

"It's alright. I do this all the time. I'm a master of hypersomnia at this point." You sat down at your desk, cracking your knuckles and getting to typing. Within about half an hour, you were down and napping again. Wheatley groaned.

"damn... I wish I had hands so I could put a blanket over you like in the movies."

Edgar:

Edgar absolutely hated that you had hypersomnia at first. He couldn't stand that all of your time spent at home that could've been spent with him was spent napping on the couch, and that you never seemed to be able to spend enough time with him.

All that was until you got him his little rotating webcam, and he could watch you sleep. Sure, it was creepy, but he was able to keep an eye on you at all times! You were his adorable little nap buddy, and it made him so happy that he could watch you all the time!

After another one of your all day naps on the couch, you got up and shambled into the hallway to use the bathroom. Edgar turned on the lights so you could see more easily, and you covered your eyes in shock.

"ah- damnit!" You hissed at the light, shocked awake.

"Sorry! Is that not helping?" Edgar asked nervously. He didn't get much time with you, so he was never really sure how to help you.

"I'm a master of the dark arts, Edgar... And by that I mean I'm a master of walking to the bathroom in the dark. Just gimme a sec, ok?"

When you were done in the bathroom, you washed your hands and came out to sit in Edgar's computer chair.

"Hey Edgar, how's it goin'?" You asked, leaning on your hand. your eyes were fluttering shut, but you were determined to hang out with him.

"I'm good now that I can see your cute face!" He said happily. You gently shoved his monitor.

"you're such a dork, Edgar. I love you..." You pulled him into a sleepy hug, and he made a little humming sound to simulate nuzzling up to you.

"I love sleepy hugs!" His face lit up happily.

GLaDOS:

the first time GLaDOS caught you sleeping on the clock, she dropped you into the enrichment center and made you do a full run. After that, she started pumping your office full of adrenaline. It helped you stay awake, and had the added bonus of forcing you into fight or flight mode all the time.

You sat at your desk, visibly full of the jitters again, and feeling the effects of sleep deprivation even though you got a full twelve hours the night before. it was like your hypothalamus was completely shot, and you could barely focus at all before your brain shot off into space. After a little while of spacing out, you were called into GLaDOS's chambers.

"Why did you call for me, GLaDOS?"

"I just wanted to talk about your progress. It's somehow gotten worse since I started pumping adrenaline into your air supply."

"yeah, because you constantly have me in fight or flight mode! Cut that out, Glados!" You folded your arms angrily, and GLaDOS smiled with her lens.

"oh, you really are adorable when you're angry."

"Pee your pants."

"If it would make you less bitter, I suppose we could always try a simple test. We could give you a designated nap time on the clock, and see if that boosts your productivity more than the adrenaline does. It might be cute to see you napping on the clock."

HAL 9000:

HAL enjoyed watching you doze off at work. It made him feel fuzzy in a way that he couldn't quite describe. Absolutely everything about you made him happy in a way that he'd never experienced, but watching you sleepily shamble around the office, write lines of code while fighting off naps, and dozing drowsily on your desk reminded him of something he could never emulate or explain. It was inefficient, sure, but for some reason he didn't care as much about that as he usually would.

"your sleep is inefficient."

"I know." You yawned and took a few big gulps of your energy drink, hoping to stay awake a little longer. It was keeping you awake, sure, but it definitely wasn't keeping you alert.

"unless you have any ideas on how to fix it, I don't want to talk. I need to finish this part of the program, and the deadline is my passing out."

He watched you quietly, watching your eyes flutter shut occasionally and seeing you jolt yourself awake again to write a few more lines. He tended to keep quiet, not wanting to disturb your programming or your rest.

"Done! Wake me up to check on the hourly progress report, ok Hal?"

"Of course. Anything you say."

You put your head down, and started softly dozing.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Devil Wears Armani 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re the CEO’s new PA and you find the work too much to handle. (short!reader)

Characters: Tony Stark, this reader is known as Georgie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

---posting to the correct blog lol---

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

After the week you’ve had, the need for a strong drink is irresistible. You’re almost there. Friday. You just need to make it through the day. There’s only one obstacle in your way. Mr. Stark. 

You bring him his ritualistic cafe au lait just after noon. He has an airpod in his ear, chattering on a call as he clicks around his floating computer screen. You keep your head down, making yourself invisible as you place the cup on a coaster. He leans back in his white leather chair as he speaks, reaching quickly for the coffee. 

“Yeah, Rogers, maybe, I don’t know about you but I’m not looking to invest right now. I got enough eggs to hatch...” Stark sips as he rests his other hand on his thigh.  

Before you can retreat, your eyes flick over and see the moving image on the monitor. You don’t react. You just backpedal and return to your desk, gently closing the door as to not disturb your call. You might commend him for multitasking if it wasn’t so inappropriate. 

You cup your chin and zero in on your screen, fighting the images seared into your eyes. The woman’s ass spread wide as the man... nope. Not today. 

Mr. Stark’s reputation is less than pristine. Everyone knows how he is but he’s the CEO. Who’s going to say anything? Or do anything? Coming into the role, you expected a demanding workload and a finicky boss, but not everything else. Not the blatant disregard for others and brazen lack of shame. 

You glance over at his door before you dare to take out your phone. You lay it next to your keyboard and keep your hand under your chin. You look down as you press to unlock and read the messages from the other girls. Izzie can’t make it, she’s out in the field, but the others are down. Awesome. 

You scroll through the gif catalogue and send a celebratory reaction. Mr. Stark’s door startles you and you slide your phone up under your monitor stand to try to hide it. You put your attention back to the calendar and swoop your mouse around the pad. 

Stark approaches as he slurps loudly over the brim of his cup. You feel the weight of his gaze and meet it shyly, pushing your glasses up your nose as you sit up. You can’t quite smile as your jaw locks up. 

“Sir?” You greet him in confusion. 

“So, Friday,” his brown eyes dip down to consider the depths of the mug, “got any exciting plans?” 

You look left then right and back at him. Your brow twitches in surprised confusion. Mr. Stark never asks about your personal life. He only ever talks about his private jet and high-life getaways to locations you could never dream of. Your cocktails are meagre compared to his elite lifestyle. 

“No, sir,” you say. “How about you?” 

He smirks and tilts his head. He slowly prowls around your desk and you swivel your chair to face him as he nears the corner to your right. You tilt to look up at him. 

“Ah, the usual, there’s this sweet little blonde thing down in Barbados waiting for me,” he chuckles as his eyes rove over your desk, “no dates? No... partying?” 

“Sir, I... just errands.” 

“Uh huh,” he clucks and reaches for your mouse. Nope. He swerves and swipes up your phone as it lights up beneath the stand. Shoot. “Social hour, huh?” 

“No, sir. I just shut off an alarm and forgot--” 

“You’re a bad liar, stop it,” he warns as he brings your phone up and reads the messages popping up, “girls’ night?” He looks at you over the cell, “that sounds like more than errands to me.” 

“Well, sir, I didn’t think... it was important.” 

“Must be if you’re texting at work,” he tosses the phone at you and you catch it as it lands in your lap. “You been to Barbados?” 

“Barbados? No?” You answer dumbly, no expecting the question. 

“Wanna go?” 

You hesitate. Is this some trick? It’s like when he was taunting Walker last week, baiting him into giving answers that made him look stupid.

“Sir, maybe one day, I guess, I never thought--” 

“No thinking. I know you’re not that fucking simple,” he reaches to poke your forehead and your recoil. “Don’t get too fucking crazy tonight, sweetheart, jet takes off at six. In the morning.” 

You frown and shake your head. He can’t mean what you think. 

“Should I have your luggage--” 

“Be there,” he demands and gulps back a mouthful. He slams down the empty mug on your desk and backs up, “if you’re still thirsty, they got cocktails on the plane.” 

He turns and strides away, whistling as he checks his watch. He sighs as he approaches the office door, pausing, “when Odinson gets here, make sure he has everything he needs.” He glances back with a smirk as you peer around your monitor, “and smile, sweetheart, you got nice lips.” 

You stare after him as he closes his office door and you sit back. You chew your thumb and look down at your phone. You sniff as you watch the others messages stream over the screen. Now you know better than to have your phone out at work. Now you get to do overtime. Fun. 

You rub your cheek and roll close to your desk. You’re not going to miss tonight, even if Mr. Stark wants to take away your weekend. You’ve been waiting for this and you need the boost before you face whatever he has planned.  

A message blips up in the corner and you click it, not daring to ignore Mr. Stark’s icon. The window spreads over the screen and the message floats over the reply bar. ‘Don’t forget a bikini’. 

Huh?