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đœđźđ¶đżđ¶đ»đŽ: lando norris x fem!reader
đđđșđșđźđżđ: the one where lando finds a hornet mid-stream, panics, and calls you to save himâonly to realize there are two
đșđđđ¶đ°: help! - the beatles
đđźđżđ»đ¶đ»đŽđ: language

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The first sign that something was wrong came in the form of Landoâs sudden silence.
You had been sitting on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone while his stream played in the background. His usual stream banter filled the apartmentâoccasional bursts of laughter, the sound of his wheel clicking as he drove, and random mutterings under his breath.
But then, out of nowhere, dead silence.
You frowned, glancing up from your phone. âLando?â
A beat. Thenâ
âItâs bigger than a hornet,â Landoâs voice came, his tone filled with absolute terror. âItâs like a bird, man!â
Your head snapped up in time to see him pushing his chair back so violently it nearly tipped over. He was standing now, his headset still on but slightly lopsided, his wide eyes locked on something off-screen.
âLando, whatââ
Then he bolted.
You blinked.
The chat exploded on his screen. Messages flew in at lightning speed, all variations of:
WHAT IS HAPPENING??
LANDO ARE YOU OKAY??
âLIKE A BIRDâ??????
And then he screamed.
Lando Norris, the Formula 1 driver, a man who routinely threw himself into high-speed battles at over 200 mph, screamed at a pitch so high that you were sure dogs were perking up in confusion across the neighborhood.
âOh my god,â you muttered, standing up to investigate.
By the time you entered his streaming room, you were met with the sight of pure chaos. Lando had somehow acquired the vacuum cleaner, wielding it like an ancient warrior preparing for battle. The nozzle was raised toward the ceiling, trembling slightly in his grip.
âOoh, itâs moving! It resists!â he yelped, his voice cracking.
You followed his gaze and finally spotted the enemyâa single, admittedly large, hornet clinging to the ceiling.
You bit your lip, trying desperately not to laugh. âLando, are youââ
âOh, sheâs too big!â Lando shrieked, his hand tightening around the vacuum like it was a lifeline. âWhat the fuck! Itâs resisting the Hoover! Itâs justâoh my god, itâs looking at me! ITâS LOOKING AT ME!â
That was it. You lost it.
Doubling over, you laughed so hard that tears pricked at your eyes.
Lando, however, did not find the situation nearly as funny.
He turned to glare at you, betrayal written all over his face. âTHIS ISNâT FUNNY, Y/N!â
You struggled to catch your breath. âIâIâm sorry, I justââ
âNO, BECAUSE LOOK AT IT!â
You did. The hornet, completely unfazed, was just chilling on the ceiling, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with the screaming human below.
âI swear itâs planning an attack,â Lando muttered.
You wiped at your eyes, still chuckling. âYouâre actually ridiculous.â
Before he could retort, the hornet suddenly twitched.
Lando screamed.
It was loud. It was dramatic. And it was followed immediately by the loud thud of the vacuum hitting the ground as he scrambled away.
âFuck. Ohâoh my god, Iâm SCARED!â
The chat was going insane. You could see messages popping up on his second monitor.
LANDO THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IâVE EVER SEEN
THE WAY HE THREW THE HOOVER LMAOOOO
SOMEONE PLEASE CLIP THIS
Lando, oblivious to the internet roasting him in real time, now had a shoe in his hand. He looked at you, wild-eyed.
âThis is it,â he muttered. âIâm going in.â
You raised an eyebrow. âAre you sure?â
âNo. But I have no choice.â
And with that, he launched the shoe at the hornet with the kind of determination that shouldâve guaranteed success.
It didnât.
The shoe missed entirely.
And thenâbecause the universe apparently had a sick sense of humorâanother hornet appeared.
Lando froze.
His voice dropped into a whisper. âThereâs two.â
You blinked. âWhat?â
His hands trembled.
âThereâs TWO.â
A pause.
Then, absolute pandemonium.
âWHAT THE FUCK.â
Lando sprinted across the room, tripping over the fallen vacuum in his haste. You barely had time to register his sheer level of panic beforeâ
âThereâs TWOOOOOOOOOOO.â
His voice cracked violently, sending you into another uncontrollable fit of laughter. You had never seen him this distressed before.
âI TOLD YOU!â he wailed. âI TOLD YOU!â
At this point, he had climbed onto his gaming chair like it was a lifeboat in the middle of the ocean.
âAlright, alright, Iâll handle it,â you said, still laughing.
âNoâY/N, donât! You canât justââ
You ignored him, grabbing a rolled-up magazine and stepping forward. Lando let out a strangled noise of protest, but he was too frozen in fear to physically stop you.
With one swift motion, you swatted at the first hornet. It immediately darted toward the open window and disappeared.
One down.
Lando let out a small, hopeful gasp.
You turned to the second one, waiting for it to settle. Then, just as it landed, you struck again.
It was over in seconds.
Silence filled the room.
Lando stared at you in awe. ââŠYouâre actually insane.â
You rolled your eyes, tossing the magazine onto the desk. âYouâre welcome.â
Without warning, Lando lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding on for dear life.
âYou saved me,â he mumbled dramatically into your shoulder. âYouâre my hero.â
You laughed, patting his back. âI hope you know the internet is never going to let you live this down.â
He groaned. âI already know. Iâm gonna be seeing this for the next five years.â
You pulled back slightly, tilting your head. âYou do realize that if youâd just let me handle it earlier, you wouldnât have just humiliated yourself in front of thousands of people?â
Lando frowned, his lips pursing in thought. Then, with all the wisdom in the world, he said, âYeah, but whereâs the fun in that?â
You smacked his arm.
He grinned.
The chat was still exploding. Clips were already being shared. Memes were being made in real-time.
And you?
You couldnât wait to watch them.
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Between a Bat and a Hard Place
Jason Todd had seen a lot in his life. He had died, come back, and wreaked havoc across Gotham before begrudgingly rejoining the Bat-family. But nothingânothingâhad prepared him for this.
His best friend, Danny Fenton, had a thing for his sister.
And even worse? Cass definitely had a thing for Danny too.
Jason could understand Dannyâs attractionâCass was a total badass. She could take on any opponent with deadly precision, and if she wanted, she could absolutely fold Danny in half. That part was funny to Jason, at least. But that didnât mean he was happy about his best friend making heart-eyes at his sister.
And it didnât help that Cass was clearly just as into it.
Jason sat at the Batcaveâs monitor station, arms crossed as he watched them spar. Dannyâwho, despite his ghost powers, was still a lanky dorkâhad no business looking that smug as he faced off against Cassandra Cain, one of the deadliest fighters in the world.
"You're holding back," Cass said, circling him like a predator.
Danny grinned, twirling one of the escrima sticks sheâd let him borrow. "I mean, yeah. I like having all my limbs in the right place."
Cass lunged, fast as a shadow, and Danny barely twisted out of the way in time. Jason didnât miss the way her expression softenedâjust a littleâwhen she smirked at Dannyâs maneuver.
Nope. Absolutely not.
Jason groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "I swear to god, if you two start making goo-goo eyes at each other in front of me, Iâm gonna start throwing Batarangs."
Cass tilted her head toward him. "Jealous?"
Jason scowled. "No! I just donât wanna be stuck in the middle of this disaster waiting to happen."
Danny, the little menace, grinned. "Câmon, Jay. Think of the positives. If I start dating your sister, that makes us family!"
Jason stared at him in horror.
Cass, ever the opportunist, turned to Danny and signed, Heâs just mad because he canât beat either of us in a fight.
Danny laughed. Jason glared.
That was it. He was calling Tim. Someone else could deal with this nightmare.
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imagining joeâs pregnant wife going feral every time she sees him like đ© the hormones
Joe had no idea what hit him.
Heâd heard storiesâpregnancy hormones this, pregnancy cravings thatâbut nothing had truly prepared him for you.
Youâd always been affectionate, always drawn to him like he was some kind of personal heater, but lately? Lately, it was something else entirely.
It wasnât just affection. It was obsession.
And Joe, poor, unsuspecting Joe, was simply trying to go about his life while you were turning into a woman possessed.
The first time it really hit him, he was coming home from practice, sweaty and exhausted, already thinking about a shower and maybe passing out on the couch.
He barely made it through the front door before you pounced.
You were on him instantly, practically launching yourself into his arms, your hands everywhereâgripping his arms, sliding up his chest, pressing against his stomach.
âSweetheart.â His voice came out half-laughing, half-breathless as he stumbled back against the door. âWhatââ
âYou smell so good.â
Joe blinked. âI smell like practice.â
âExactly.â
He barely had time to process that before you were burying your face in his chest, inhaling deep like he was some kind of five-star meal.
Joe went rigid. Because he was used to you being clingyâhe loved when you were clingyâbut this? This was different.
This was feral.
âBaby, I need a shower.â
You whined. Actually, whined.
Joe looked down at you, eyes wide. âWhat is happening right now?â
You looked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with something dangerous.
âI donât know,â you admitted, slightly panicked. âI justâI need you.â
And oh.
Oh.
Joe felt that.
Because your voice was differentâthicker, hazier, like you were drunk on him. And your hands? They werenât stopping. You were touching him like youâd die if you werenât.
And suddenly, the exhaustion in Joeâs bones didnât seem so bad anymore.
From that moment on, all bets were off.
It wasnât just once or twice. It was constant.
Joe could be doing literally anything, and there you were, staring at him like a starving woman. Brushing his teeth? You were watching in the mirror, biting your lip. Fixing something under the sink? You were ogling his back muscles like it was your full-time job.
Even when he was doing nothing, just sitting there, youâd sigh dreamily like he was some kind of Roman statue.
It didnât help that Joe was, well⊠Joe.
Tall, broad, big hands, stupidly strong, and somehow, unfairly unaware of how hot he was.
Which made it so much worse.
Because every time he rolled his sleeves up or stretched or lifted literally anything, you felt like your entire existence was about to short-circuit.
It got so bad that Joe started noticing.
âBabe, why are you looking at me like that?â
âLike what?â you asked, feigning innocence, even though you were very much not innocent.
Joe gave you a look. âLike you wanna eat me.â
You groaned dramatically, flopping onto the couch. âBecause I do.â
Joe choked. âJesus.â
But the thing was? Joe loved it.
He pretended to be exasperated, shaking his head every time you sighed dreamily at him, but you saw the way his lips twitched. The way his ears turned pink. The way his hands flexed a little harder when he caught you staring.
He thrived off of it.
And honestly? You didnât even care.
Because you were pregnant. And hormonal. And feral.
And your husband? Your husband was just gonna have to deal with it.
Joe was dealing with it. He really was.
But it was getting to him.
At first, he thought it was cute. Funny, even. You staring at him like he was some kind of walking thirst trap, blushing every time he so much as breathed? Adorable.
But now? Now, it was a problem. Because it wasnât just you.
It was him, too.
At first, he could play it off, act like he wasnât affected. But the longer this went on, the harder it became to ignore the way your eyes devoured him or the way you got physically weak whenever he did literally anything remotely attractive.
Like that one time when he was just opening a jar.
A jar.
It wasnât even a struggle for him. Just a simple twist, a quick pop of the lid, and suddenly, you were groaning.
Joe had barely handed you back the jar before you were fanning yourself.
âThat was so hot.â
Joe had blinked. âBabe, I literally justââ
âYouâre so strong.â
Heâd stared at you, waiting for you to laugh and tell him you were messing with him, but no.
No, you were dead serious.
"Jesus Christ." Joe had muttered, shaking his head.
That wasnât even the worst of it.
The worst was the gray sweatpants incident.
Because oh, the gray sweatpants.
Joe had just come downstairs one morning, barely awake, rubbing at his face, unaware that he had just stepped into dangerous territory.
And you?
You had stopped dead in your tracks. Like, mid-step, frozen, unable to function.
Joe had looked up, confused, brow furrowed. âWhat?â
Nothing. You couldnât even answer.
Your brain? Gone.
Because his thighs. Because his everything. Because how dare he?
Joe glanced down at himself, still completely oblivious. "Babe, what?"
You just shook your head, eyes wide, taking a deep breath. "Youâ"
"Me?"
"Youâre wearing the gray ones."
Joe squinted. "The gray what?"
"Sweatpants, Joseph."
Realization dawned on his face, followed by the slowest, most smug smirk youâd ever seen.
Oh, he was going to be insufferable.
"You mean these?" He tugged at the waistband slightly, just to mess with you.
"Joe, I swear toâ"
"You got a thing for these, huh?"
You whined. Actually whined.
Joe chuckled, rubbing a hand down his face. "You're unbelievable."
"I'm pregnant, Joseph."
"Yeah, no kidding."
The thing was, Joe loved it.
He loved the way you were all over him. Loved the way you craved him. Loved that he could just exist and youâd be two seconds away from combusting.
And yetâyet, he was being good.
He was being so good.
Because no matter how much he wanted to give you what you wantedâwhat you so clearly neededâyou were still pregnant. Still growing his baby.
Which meant he had to be careful. And that? That was pure torture.
Because every time he pulled you onto his lap, every time he kissed you slow and deep, every time he let his hands wander just a little too much, you made the sweetest, neediest little sounds that made it so, so hard to pull back.
But he did.
Because you came first.
And if that meant spending the next few months watching you suffer through your own thirst, then so be it.
Joe could handle it.
Probably.
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Insecurities
Pairing: Early Seasons!Spencer Reid x gn!reader (No use of y/n)
Summary: Spencer just can't understand why you'd be with him.
Fluff and hurt/comfort
wc: ~600 words
cw: Insecure talk, very very slight little women spoilers

You were sunshine, you were like a perfect cup of coffee, black with a ton of sugar. Spencer just couldnât understand. You were you, funny, gorgeous, smart, loving, and perfect. And he was him, too tall, too skinny, too awkward, he rambled about things that almost nobody cared about, his tie was always crooked no matter what he did, in short, he was just not right. And yet you were with him, you lived with him, you watched Star Trek with him, you said you loved him, and he just couldnât understand.Â
He was sitting on your couch, trying to read his copy of Little Women, you were both reading it at the same time, your own mini-book club. But instead of being able to read he was watching you. Just wondering why you stayed, why you chose him, why you said yes. âSpence?â âHm?â He blinked a few times after hearing your voice. âYouâre staring,â you said, looking up from your book and smiling. âWhat are you at chapter forty or something?â You said grinning. âNo, no, I'm past that.â âOf course you are.â You looked back down and continued reading.Â
Spencer tried to continue reading, but he just kept glancing up. âWhat chapter are you on?â âFifteen, but I already know what will happen.â âThen whyâd you pick this book?â âCause I love it.â He smiled at you, reaching out to grab your hand, you obliged, smiling. âAre you going to tell me whatâs wrong, or are we going to keep acting like nothings wrong while you stare at me?â âIâm just confused.â âYou? Genius Spencer Reid confused about something?â He glared at you playfully. âWhat are you confused about? Little Women isnât that confusing, but if youâre a Jo and Laurie truther then I might have to leave the room for a minute.â âI guess I just donât understand why youâre with me.âÂ
You sit your book down and adjust yourself so youâre sitting up and looking at him, âWhat the hell do you mean by that?â You ask, staring at him, clearly upset by the question. âWell, I mean youâre so perfect-â âIâm absolutely not perfect but go on.âÂ
âYou know what I mean,â he swallows. âYouâre just way too good for me, youâre beautiful, and Iâm just me. And I mean I just donât get it. Nobody gets it. Everybody tells me I really lucked out, and that youâre way out of my league, and I agree. Youâre everything. You could have anyone you want, you could literally be a model, and youâre with me. And I just donât know why.â
You blinked a few times and stared at him blankly. âFirst of all, I could not be a model. I do not have the mental health capacity for that,â you get up and sit next to him. âSecondly, I could not have anyone I want, but even if I could, Iâd still want you.â You cuddle into his side, âThis may sound cheesy, but even though Iâm not perfect, Iâm perfect for you.â He smiled and laughed a little, âYouâre right, that was cheesy.â âI know I didnât magically get rid of your insecurity, and saying that you have no reason to be insecure isnât exactly helpful. But it's true, and Iâll always be there for you.â
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. âIt makes me feel a bit better.â âGood.â âSorry I pulled you away from your book.â âDonât worry about it, Iâve read it before. I love you Spencer.â âI love you too.â
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~Off the Rails (And into my Head) pt2~
đâ pairing: Paige x Azzi
đâ w/c: 9.4k (i think)
đâ rosieâs note: hi there, after my little crashout we finally got it! not all they proofread but wtv, happy reading lovelies đ
đâ themes: fluff, language
By now, Azzi is convinced Paige is doing this on purpose.
Because no oneânot even the most scatterbrained, forgetful, reckless person on the planetâcould possibly get locked out of their hotel room four times in two weeks without some level of intention.
Right?
She doesnât want to sound cocky, but at a certain point, she has to wonderâis this really just Paige being dumb, or is she actually doing this to see me?
The first time, Azzi gave her the benefit of the doubt. Mistakes happen. People forget their keycards. No big deal.
The second time, it was kind of funny. Paige had banged on Azziâs door, looking like a very inconvenienced golden retriever, grumbling about how she definitely left her key on the nightstand.
The third time? Suspicious.
And now, standing in the hallway yet again, watching Paige attempt (and fail) to sweet-talk the front desk into giving her a new key without ID, Azzi is starting to think this is a pattern.
âYou know theyâre not gonna let you in unless you have ID,â she says, arms crossed.
Paige leans against the counter, turning on the charm. âCome on, man. Weâve done this before.â
The employeeâsame guy from last time, looking thoroughly unimpressedâgives her a blank stare. âYeah. We have. Which is why you should know I canât give you a key without ID.â
Paige sighs, spinning to face Azzi like sheâs personally offended. âYou hear this? They donât trust me.â
Azzi raises an eyebrow. âBecause you literally could be an intruder.â
Paige scoffs. âDo I look like an intruder?â
Azzi takes in her oversized hoodie, messy bun, and sock-covered feetâbecause, of course, Paige didnât even put on shoes before locking herself out. Again.
ââŠYou look like someone who doesnât deserve to get let back into their room.â
Paige gasps, audibly. âWow. And I thought we were friends.â
Azzi rolls her eyes but doesnât bother hiding her smile. âIâll go get my key.â
But before she can turn, Paige is already leaning dramatically over the counter, pleading her case.
Paige leans on the hotel counter, exasperated. âKevin, Iâll give you my full name, room numberâwhatever you need.â
Kevin doesnât blink. âStill need ID.â
Paige groans. âKevin, youâre killing me.â
âNot my problem.â
Azzi snorts, clearly enjoying the show.
Paige sighs. âCome on, you know me. Iâm practically on payroll at this point.â
Kevin just raises an eyebrow. âOr you could stop forgetting your key.â
Azzi covers her mouth to muffle a laugh.
Paige turns to her. âAlright, hypothetically, Iâm a paying guest, right?â
Kevin deadpans, âYou are a guest.â
âSo, shouldnât I get customer service?â
Azzi actually laughs now.
Kevin stays unimpressed. âCustomer service doesnât mean breaking hotel policy.â
Paige throws herself onto the counter like a child. âYou are so dramatic, Kevin.â
Kevin shrugs.
Azzi, amused but knowing this could go on forever, steps in. âKevin,â she says, sweet and polite. âI totally understand if you canât, but Iâd really appreciate it if you made an exception.â
Kevin hesitates.
Azzi tilts her head, smiling.
Kevin sighs, already caving. âFine. Just this once.â
Paige snatches the key before Azzi can grab it. âWow. So all it takes is her asking? Unreal.â
Kevin shrugs. âShe asked nicely.â
Paigeâs eye twitches. âIÂ asked nicely!â
Azzi laughs. âNo, you didnât.â
Paige huffs, dragging Azzi away by the wrist.
Azzi stumbles after her, grinning. âAw are you jealous right now?â
Paige scoffs. âNo. Iâm offended.â
âSame thing.â
Back at Paigeâs room, she grumbles under her breath, keycard clenched in her fist like a personal insult.
Azzi shakes her head, still entertained. âI barely even asked.â
Paige scoffs. âBarely asked? Please. You could get someoneâs social security number with that voice.â
Azzi rolls her eyes. âItâs called being polite.â
âI was polite.â
Azzi gives her a look.
Paige throws a hand up. âI said âcome on, man,â I used his name, I even recited my room number! I was the definition of polite.â
Azzi hums, unconvinced.
Paige glares. âDonât âhmmâ me. You smiled, and Kevin folded in three seconds.â
Azzi smirks.
Paige scowls. âWipe that look off your face.â
âIâm not doing anything.â
âYouâre smug.â
Azzi grins. âWell, I did get you a free key.â
Paige narrows her eyes. âI donât need your charity.â
Azzi teases, âShould I go back and tell Kevin I changed my mind?â
Paige shoves the key deeper into her pocket. âDonât you dare.â
Azzi laughs as Paige jams the key into the slot harder than necessary.
Green light.
Paige throws the door open. âFinally.â
Inside, Paige flops onto the bed dramatically.
Azzi perches on the edge. âSo⊠you wanna admit you did this on purpose, or should we pretend youâre just that forgetful?â
Paige groans into the comforter. âI wish I was smart enough to plan this.â
Azzi chuckles. âAt least you admit it.â
Paige peeks at her through her fingers. âYouâre never gonna let this go, are you?â
âNot a chance.â
Paige groans again.
Azzi nudges her. âLook on the bright side. Youâre inside now.â
Paige squints. âWait⊠whatâs the bright side?â
Azzi gives her a look. âThat youâre not locked out?â
Paige blinks. âHuh. Never thought about it that way.â
Azzi shakes her head, laughing. âYouâre unbelievable.â
Paige smirks. âYou still like me.â
Azzi stills for half a second.
Paige doesnât notice.
But Azzi does.
Because liking Paige is too easy.
She swallows the thought, rolling her eyes instead. âYou wish.â
Paige grins. âI know.â
Azzi stands. âCome on, letâs make the sushi before you lock yourself out again.â
Paige groans. âUgh, fine.â
Azzi heads toward the tiny kitchen space as Paige pulls herself up, watching her go.
Azzi washes her hands first. Paige doesnât, and Azzi gives her a pointed look until she does.
Itâs a small thing, but Paige kind of likes itâhow Azzi just expects her to listen, to follow her lead. Like she already knows Paige will.
Azzi is focused as she reads the instructions, brows drawn in concentration, lower lip slightly tucked between her teeth. Paige should be paying attention, but instead, she leans against the counter, watching Azziâs mouth move as she murmurs something about the rice.
Sheâs always been good at picking things up quicklyâon the court, in school, in lifeâbut standing here, watching Azzi prep sushi like itâs an art, Paige feels totally out of her element.
âThis is the easy part,â Azzi says, rinsing the rice before setting it on the stove.
Paige hums, pretending to listen, but really, sheâs still caught up in her own thoughts.
Itâs almost funny.
Paige never stops talkingânever has, never willâbut right now, she doesnât want to.
She just wants to watch.
The way Azzi moves, the way her hands glide effortlessly as she preps the cutting board, the way she hums lightly under her breath, completely at ease.
Paige has known her forâwhat, two weeks now? Three? She should not be this mesmerized.
And yet, here she is.
She hears Azzi sigh and snaps out of it.
âAre you even paying attention?â Azzi asks, exasperated but amused.
Paige grins, rubbing the back of her neck. âDefine âpaying attentionâ.â
Azzi shakes her head, grabbing the bamboo mat and placing it in front of Paige. âHere. Youâre rolling first.â
Paige raises an eyebrow. âYou trust me with this?â
Azzi considers for a moment. âNot really, but I think you should suffer a little before I show you how to really do it.â
Paige gasps dramatically. âWow. So rude.â
Azzi grins. âIâm just being honest.â
Paige narrows her eyes, pointing at her. âYouâre evil.â
âMaybe a little.â
Paige watches as Azzi spoons the rice onto the nori, smoothing it out with the back of the spoon like sheâs done this a million times before.
Paige, on the other hand, is struggling.
Her rice sticks to her fingers, clumping in the most unforgivable way.
Azzi laughs. âWet your hands first.â
Paige scowls, but does as sheâs told. âYou couldâve told me that before I embarrassed myself.â
Azzi grins, still not missing a beat. âWhereâs the fun in that?â
Paige huffs and turns back to her roll, looking more like a disaster than a sushi chef. Her eyes keep darting to Azzi, whoâs smoothly making her own roll with graceâjust another moment of Paige feeling out of her depth.
But thereâs something about the way Azzi moves, how at ease she is in this kitchen, that makes Paige want to keep looking.
Azzi picks up a cucumber, cutting it with swift precision. Paige notices the way the light catches her hair, the soft curls falling into place, how her eyes flick between the food and the knife, like sheâs at peace.
Itâs a little⊠distracting.
Paige feels a warmth in her chest she canât quite place, a soft tug that she pretends not to notice.
âOkay, now roll it,â Azzi says, gesturing to Paigeâs half-made roll.
Paige grabs the bamboo mat and hesitates. She tries to roll, but the thing unravels in her hands.
Azzi snickers, but itâs not meanâitâs light, like sheâs amused at Paigeâs stubbornness.
Paige glares. âStop laughing and help.â
Azzi leans over, hands brushing against Paigeâs as she fixes the mess Paige made. Paige freezes, feeling the heat in her face, her heartbeat quickening at the accidental touch.
But Azzi doesnât notice.
Or maybe she does.
Because when she looks up, she lingers.
Thereâs something in the air then. Itâs almost like time slows, the space between them filling with an almost magnetic tension. Paige feels her breath catch for a second, and she wonders if Azzi notices too.
And then, like nothingâs changed, Azzi smirks, tilting her head. âYou make the easiest things so hard, piece of cake.â
Paige lets out a breath she didnât realize she was holding. âYeah, yeah. Whatever.â
She steps back, letting Azzi work, and leans against the counter again, arms crossed.
She should be annoyed.
She should be focused.
But all she can think about is how Azzi looks when sheâs in her elementâcalm and beautiful.
Paige should be keeping track of the roll. She should be keeping track of the task at hand. But as Azzi continues to move, Paige canât tear her eyes away from the other woman.
Azzi flicks a strand of hair from her face as she continues assembling, making the final adjustments to Paigeâs half-made sushi with delicate, practiced hands.
Paige doesnât want to admit itâbut she is mesmerized by Azziâs quiet focus.
By how patient she is.
Itâs a strange thing for Paigeâbecause sheâs never been one to wait, especially when it comes to something she wants. But thereâs something about Azziâs calmness, the way she doesnât rush anything, that makes Paige want to sit back and let it happen.
She watches, intently, as Azzi finishes rolling, securing it with a delicate press of the bamboo mat.
âAnd done,â Azzi says, placing the sushi in front of Paige with a soft smile.
Paige feels herself smile back, though thereâs a quiet ache behind it.
Sheâs a mess. Sheâs never been this stuck on someone before. And maybe Azzi doesnât even know it. Maybe Azzi doesnât even feel it. But Paige knows. She can feel it in the air between them, the quiet moments where their eyes meet.
It lingersâthick and unspoken.
Paige is still standing close, her hands resting idly against the counter, but sheâs not really thinking about the sushi anymore. Not even a little.
Azziâs eyes stay on hers for a second longer than normal, and Paige is convinced she feels it too. The shift. The weight of something unspoken pressing between them.
Then, just as quickly, Azzi looks away.
Her gaze flickers to the food, then the living room, like she needs something else to focus on. âShould we go eat now?â
Paige blinks, snapping out of her thoughtsâor the trance Azzi had her in, she thinksâand forces a nod.
âYeah,â she says, running a hand through her hair. âYeah, letâsâuhâshould we put on a movie or something?â
Azzi glances at her, then shrugs, casual. âSure.â
They grab their plates and settle onto the couch, Azzi tucking her legs beneath her while Paige scrolls through the options on the screen.
Itâs quiet for a minute, the only sound coming from the faint clicks of the remote. Paige hesitates for a second before casually tossing out, âYou ever seen Frozen?â
She already knows the answer.
Azziâs head snaps toward her, eyes lighting up in a way that makes Paigeâs stomach flip.
âDuh,â Azzi says. âItâs my favorite.â
Paige smirks, feigning surprise. âNo way. Really?â
Azzi narrows her eyes. âDonât act like you didnât already know that.â
Paige laughs, clicking on the movie. âYeah, okay, maybe I did.â
The opening scene starts playing, and Paige watches from the corner of her eye as Azzi settles in, eyes locked on the screen like sheâs seeing it for the first time.
Paige leans back, casually draping her arm along the back of the couchânot around Azzi, but close enough. She waits a few seconds, then shifts just a little closer.
Azzi doesnât move away.
Paige tells herself itâs fine. Normal. Two people sitting on a couch watching a movie.
Except it isnât normal.
Not when Paige is hyperaware of every tiny movement Azzi makes. Not when she can hear Azzi murmuring along to some of the lines, her voice softer than the actual dialogue.
Not when her own pulse is way too loud in her ears.
Itâs nothing.
But itâs also everything.
Paigeâs fingers drum lightly against the cushion, her mind racing with thoughts sheâs not sure she should be having. She focuses on the screen, but really, sheâs more focused on herâon the way Azziâs expression changes slightly during each scene, how her lips curve upward whenever Olaf appears, how she instinctively tugs the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers when she gets comfortable.
And okay, maybe Paige lets herself stare a little too long.
Because suddenly, Azzi turns to look at her, catching her mid-stare.
Busted.
Paige barely has time to react before Azziâs eyes flicker to her armâstill resting along the back of the couch, inches from her shoulders. Paige swears thereâs a flicker of amusement in her gaze before Azzi looks back at the screen, like sheâs choosing not to acknowledge it.
Paige clears her throat, shifting slightly.
She tells herself to relax, to focus on the movie, but then Azzi moves againâthis time leaning in just enough that their arms brush, soft and warm.
Itâs a tiny thing.
But it sends Paigeâs brain into full meltdown mode.
Because suddenly, all she can think about is how easy it would be to justâdo something.
To close the space. To see if Azzi would lean into her the way Paige thinks she might.
The thought alone is dangerous.
And then, as if to make things even worse, Azzi hums along to Let It Go, her voice quiet, absentminded.
Paige groans internally, tilting her head back against the couch.
Sheâs so, so screwed.
Because this wasnât supposed to happen.
Itâs not just that she met Azzi a few weeks ago. Itâs that in those few weeks, sheâs done things she wouldnât normally do. She doesnât get attached like this. She doesnât make an effort like this.
And yet, here she wasâdriving Azzi to her first photoshoot before they even really knew each other, going to bookstores with her like itâs their thing, memorizing the way Azzi takes her coffee without realizing it.
Azzi had laughed when she first noticed.
âYou remember my order?â sheâd asked, watching as Paige handed her the cup.
Paige had shrugged, playing it off. âYou act like youâre complicated. Black coffee with a splash of oat milk. Not exactly rocket science.â
Azzi had just hummed, smiling behind the rim of the cup before taking a sip. And Paige? Yeah, sheâd definitely looked away too fast, heart knocking against her ribs.
Itâs weird. Paige doesnât do relationships like this. Sheâs had flings, sureâcasual, easy, nothing that lingers. But this? Wanting to sit next to someone every time theyâre in the same room? Wanting to hold them or just be in their space? She doesnât know what to do with that.
Maybe thatâs why Azziâs here. Maybe because she doesnât make Paige feel like she has to be anyone but herself. Maybe because she listens, really listens, even when Paige is rambling about why cereal should be considered a soup.
âThink about it,â Paige had argued one night, sitting cross-legged on Azziâs couch. âItâs literally food floating in liquid. Thatâs soup.â
Azzi had just given her a look, unimpressed. âYou know Iâm never gonna agree with you on this, right?â
âThatâs because youâre wrong,â Paige shot back, grinning.
Azzi rolled her eyes but didnât argue further. Instead, she let Paige keep talking, nodding like she was genuinely considering the ridiculous debate.
And when Paige got too carried away, Azzi had just pressed a finger to her lips.
âShhh.â
It wasnât mocking or impatient. It was soft. Playful. And Paige? Yeah, she short-circuited immediately, brain going blank as she just stared.
Azzi had smirked, dropping her hand, like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Paige had barely recovered from that, and now here they areâsitting on Paigeâs couch again, watching some movie Paige is definitely not paying attention to.
Theyâre close, closer than usual, and every time Azzi shifts slightly, Paige feels it. The warmth of her, the brush of her knee against Paigeâs.
Her hand twitches against her thigh. She clenches her fingers, trying to get her brain to chill. But then, before she even realizes it, the words slip out.
âYouâre really pretty.â
Azzi blinks, turning her head toward her. Paige realizes immediately what she just said.
âOh,â Paige blurts, eyes widening slightly. âUhââ
Azzi doesnât look away. Instead, a slow, knowing smirk spreads across her lips.
âYou just now realizing that?â
Paige opens her mouth, then closes it. She runs a hand through her hair like thatâll somehow make her feel less like a total idiot.
âI mean, noâobviously,â she says, forcing a laugh. âI justâwasnât supposed to say that out loud.â
Azzi hums, her expression unreadable, but Paige swears she sees something shift in her eyes.
âGuess I should say thanks, then.â
Paige lets out a weak chuckle. âI mean, you couldâŠâ
Azziâs gaze lingers for another second before she turns back toward the screen, but the air is different now. Charged.
Paigeâs fingers twitch before she lets herself reach out, resting her hand lightly against Azziâs knee.
Azzi doesnât move away.
Paigeâs stomach flips.
She hesitates, throat suddenly dry, before speaking. Her voice is quieter than usual, softer. âIs this okay?â
Azzi glances down at Paigeâs hand, then meets her eyes again. Her expression stays unreadable for a beat too long, but then she nods.
Paige swallows, nerves buzzing under her skin.
Theyâre closer nowâso close that Paige can feel Azziâs breath against her lips.
Azzi shifts slightly, just a fraction of an inch, and suddenly their noses brush. Paigeâs pulse stutters.
She should say something. She shouldâ
Azziâs fingers brush over the back of her hand, light, barely there, but Paige feels it everywhere.
The moment stretchesâ
And then.
Knock knock knock.
Paige freezes.
She groans as the knocking gets louder, dragging a hand down her face.
Azzi leans back into the couch, barely glancing away from the blondes face as she smirks. âI think someone wants your attention.â
Paige groans again, dramatically letting her head fall against Azziâs shoulder. âOr, hear me outâI just donât answer.â
Azzi pats her knee, voice light. âYou should probably get that.â
The knocking persists.
Azzi raises an eyebrow, and Paige sighs heavily before finally forcing herself up, trudging to the door. Instead of opening it all the way, she cracks it just enough for her head to peek out.
KK and Caroline stand on the other side, both looking unimpressed.
âFinally,â KK huffed. âTook you long enough, bro.â
Paige blinked, eyes still adjusting. âWhat are you guys doing here?â
Caroline raised an eyebrow. âPaige.â
KK gasped dramatically. âNo way. Nooo way. You forgot, didnât you?â
Paige frowned. âForgot what?â
KK reeled back, clutching her chest. âShe forgot we were coming. After we planned this like a month ago. Ridiculous. The memory of a goldfish.â
Caroline sighed, shaking her head. âI texted you this morning.â
Paige blinked. There was a vague recollection of a text sheâd skimmed and ignored, but her brain had been⊠preoccupied. Not with basketball, not with film, not even with herself. She glanced back over her shoulder at the couch, where Azzi was still watching the movie, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding at the door.
Caroline crosses her arms. âAre you gonna let us in, orâŠ?â
Paige hesitates, then shifts awkwardly in the doorway. âUhhhâŠâ
KK narrows her eyes. âWhy you actinâ weird?â
âIâm not acting weird,â Paige says way too fast.
Paige turned back, lowering her voice. âLook, Iâm kinda busy right now.â
KK squinted at her. âBusy?â
Caroline tilted her head. âBusy doing what?â
Paige shifted in place. âJust⊠chilling. Watching a movie.â
KK crossed her arms. âYou never turn down a hangout to âchill.â Whoâs in there?â
Paige rolled her eyes. âWhy does it matter?â
KKïżœïżœïżœs eyes lit up. âOhhh. Youâre hiding something.â
Caroline smirked. âOr someone.â
Paige groaned. âOh my god.â
KK grinned. âItâs a girl, isnât it?â
âNoââ Paige stopped herself. âI mean, yes, butââ She exhaled sharply. âLook, just donât be weird, okay?â
KK and Caroline exchanged glances before KK leaned in. âWho is she?â
Paige groans dramatically, dragging a hand down her face again. âOkay, first of all, yâall werenât supposed to come today.â
Caroline raises an eyebrow. âWe talked about this a month ago, Paige.â
Paige huffs. âYeah, well, things have happened since then.â
KK tilts her head. âLike?â
Paige scratches the back of her head. âLike⊠like stuff.â
KK makes a face. âDamn. Sheâs lost it.â
Caroline sighs, already exhausted. âPaige, just let us in.â
Paige winces. âI will, I will, but like⊠justâbe chill, okay? And you canât be too loud.â
KK scoffs. âSince when do you care about being loud?â
Paige rolls her eyes. âItâs not for me, dumbass.Â
Paige rolls her eyes. âItâs not for me, dumbass. Itâs forââ She stops herself, then exhales sharply. âLook, just⊠just keep your voices down, alright? And also, donât, like, bombardher with questions, okay? She gets overstimulated real fast.â
KKâs eyebrows shoot up. âHer?â
Caroline gives Paige a look.
Paige realizes her mistake a second too late.
KK grins. âNooo way.â
Paige groans. âShut up.â
KK whistles. âAinât no way. P Boogers got a girl?â
Paige hushes her immediately. âShut up.â
KK grins. âOhhh this is huge.â
Caroline sighs. âPaige, just let us in.â
âI will, but be cool. The coolest ever.â
KK smirks. âI am cool.â
âNo, youâre annoying.â
KK ignores that. âSo whoâs in there?â
Paige shifts on her feet. âShe wasnât expecting company. And donât interrogate her, okay? She gets overwhelmed sometimes.â
KK stares. Paige rambles.
âSheâs indecisive as hellâalmost cried picking between pancakes and waffles. And she likes quiet, so pleaseâdonât be loud.â
KK and Caroline exchange looks.
Caroline smirks. âPaaaiiigeee.â
Paige frowns. âWhat?â
KK grins. âYou like her.â
Paige stiffens. âMind your business.â
KKâs grin widens. âP BOOGERS HAS A GIRLFRIEND. Ohhh brother. I thought you were asexual or something.â
Paige slaps a hand over her mouth. âSheâs not my girlfriend.â
KK smirks. âThen why do you know her whole life story?â
Paige groans. âI hate you.â
Caroline nods. âSheâs got a point.â
Before Paige can respondâ
âPaige?â
They all freeze.
Azzi peeks through the door, blinking curiously. âIs everything okay?â
Paige steps in front of KK. âYeah! Everythingâs great.â
KK grins. Paige glares.
Azzi glances between them. âWho are you talking to?â
KK steps around Paige, eyes Azzi up and down. âOhhh, so this is what had you acting weird.â
Paige sighs. âKK, pleaseââ
Caroline, ever polite, extends a hand. âHi, Iâm Caroline. Nice to meet you.â
Azzi hesitates, then shakes it. âIâm Azzi.â
Caroline nods. âWeâve heard a lot about you.â
Azzi frowns. âYou have?â
KK grins. âYeah, but not from youâfrom lover girl over here.â She gestures at Paige, who turns bright red.
Azzi looks at Paige in surprise. Paige stammers, âIâI donâtââ
KK cackles. âGirl, you just gave us her whole biography.â
Paige groans, squeezing her eyes shut. âFuck me.â
Azzi, amused, watches Paige internally combust.
Paige sighs, stepping aside. âI guess yâall can come in.â
KK skips inside. âAw, P Boogers, youâre so sweet.â
Paige groans, dropping her head into her hands.
They settle in. KK immediately snoops. âOkay, P, I see you! But damn, you still got them big-ass feet.â
Paige glares. âPut my shoe down before I make you eat it.â
Caroline eyes Frozen playing on the TV. âFrozen?â She looks at Azzi. âYour pick?â
Azzi nods. âYeah, itâs my favorite.â
KK smirks. âInteresting. âCause last I checked, P Boogers doesnât sit through Disney movies for just anybody.â
Paige shoots her a look. âShut up, KK.â
Azzi, still amused, leans in. âSo⊠lover girl?â
Paige stiffens. âAzzi.â
Azzi smiles. âI was wondering why you hesitated letting them in. Now it makes sense.â
Paige groans. âKK exaggerates everything.â
Azzi hums. âSo you didnât recite my biography five seconds ago?â
Paige presses her lips together.
Azzi raises an eyebrow.
Paige sighs. âI maybe said a few things.â
Azzi grins. âA few?â
Paige groans. âKill me now.â
Before Azzi can respond, KK plops onto the couchâright in Paigeâs spot.
Paige blinks. âHeyââ
KK stretches. âSooo, Azzi, how do you know P?â
Azzi barely has time to answer before Paige taps her shoulder.
âGet up.â
KK feigns innocence. âUh⊠why?â
Paige gestures. âThatâs my seat.â
KK leans back. âNah, Iâm comfy. You can sit by Caroline.â
Paige narrows her eyes. âMove.â
âNope.â
Paige turns to Azzi. âTell her to move.â
Azzi opens her mouth, but KK cuts in. âDamn, P, no patience. Lemme have a turn with Azziâ
Paige doesnât respondâjust kicks KKâs shin.
KK yelps. âOw! You violent-assââ
Paige immediately drops onto the couch, reclaiming her spot.
KK glares. âOh, weâre playing dirty now?â
Paige smirks, arm draped over the back of the couch. âI told you to move.â
Azzi watches, amused. âReally?â
Paige shrugs. âWhat? I told her to move.â
Azzi shakes her head with a soft laugh. KK groans dramatically. âUnbelievable. Sheâs so whipped.â
Caroline sighs. âYou two are actual children.â
KK, still rubbing her leg, huffed. âAnd Paige is a menace.â
Paige smirked, draping an arm over the back of the couch behind Azzi. âDamn right.â
Azzi just shook her head, biting back a smile. Paige, despite the chaos, felt perfectly content right where she was.
As they settled in, KKâstill rubbing her leg from Paigeâs kickâgot straight to the point.
âSo, Azzi,â she leaned forward, eyes glinting. âHow do you know P over here?â
Azzi glanced at Paige before answering, âWe met on the train.â
Caroline raised a brow. âThe train?â
âYeah,â Paige cut in. âWe just⊠started talking.â
KK squinted. âYouâjust started talking? Like a normal person?â
Paige huffed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Azzi, amused, added, âShe claimed i was stalking and she almost spoiled my book.â
âThe Housemaid,â Azzi said when KK asked which one.
KK looked blank, but Caroline nodded. âThat oneâs pretty good.â
Azzi smiled. âYeah, it wasââ
âWas,â Paige corrected. âUntil I almost ruined it.â
Azzi hummed. âI forgave you, didnât I?â
Paige grinned. âAfter ten minutes of glaring at me.â
KK waved a hand. âSo, you met on a train, bonded over a book, and now P is acting all weird and protective?â
âI am notââ Paige started, but KK was already squinting at her like sheâd solved a puzzle.
Azzi just shrugged. âI guess?â
KK pointed at Paige. âYou left us in the cold forever before letting us in. Since when do you hesitate opening the door for us?â
Paige opened her mouth, then closed it.
Caroline smirked. âSheâs got a point.â
Paige groaned. âCan we move on?â
KK leaned back, smug. âFine. But Iâm circling back to this.â
Caroline turned to Azzi. âSo, what do you do?â
âIâm a model,â Azzi said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
KKâs eyebrows shot up. âOh, shit. Runway?â
âA little of everythingârunway, print, campaigns, commercials. It depends.â
âSounds intense,â Caroline said.
âIt is,â Azzi admitted. âSchedules are exhausting, and thereâs pressure to look perfect. Body, skin, hairâeverything. Plus the traveling. I barely stay in one place.â
âSounds like hell,â KK said bluntly.
Azzi laughed. âIt has its moments.â
Paige, beside her, hadnât stopped watching. Not just listeningâstudying. The way Azziâs lips moved, the subtle gestures of her hands. Close enough to notice a stray piece of cotton on Azziâs sweater, Paige reached out without thinking, plucking it off.
Azzi paused mid-sentence, glancing at Paige as she flicked it away like it offended her. Paige, unfazed, just nodded.
Caroline, watching, almost gagged. âJesus Christ.â
Paige blinked. âHm?â
âNothing,â Caroline muttered.
KK, meanwhile, was grinning. âNah, I see it now. P, you been starinâ at her like she hung the damn moon.â
Paige groaned. âCan yâall stop?â
Azzi, unbothered, side-eyed her. âShe always does that when Iâm talking.â
Paige deadpanned. âYou want me to stop?â
Azzi smirked. âDidnât say that.â
Caroline rubbed her temples. âThis is unbearable.â
KK cackled. âI love this.â
Paige ignored them completely, turning back to Azzi. âSo, whatâs been your favorite shoot so far?â
Azzi tilted her head, considering. âProbably my campaign for Dior. It was shot in Italy, and I got to wear some of the most beautiful couture pieces. It felt unreal.â
Paige nodded, still watching her like she was imagining it all in real time. âThatâs sick. You gotta show me the pictures later.â
Azziâs lips curled slightly. âI will.â
Caroline groaned. âJesus, Paige, can you breathe?â
Paige shot her a glare. âI am breathing.â
KK leaned in, whispering loudly, âBarely.â
Caroline, ever the level-headed one, leaned back. âSince weâre all here, should we play a game or something?â
KK immediately perked up. âOoooh, drinking game?â
Azzi blinked, looking a little hesitant. Paige noticed the way her fingers twitched slightly against her lap.
âAzzi doesnât drink,â Paige said quickly. âSo weâre not gonna pressure her into anything.â
Azzi gave her a small, appreciative look.
Caroline nodded. âFair enough. We can do something elseâlike a truth-or-dare type thing. Or Azzi could just get a pass on drinking and win a date or something instead.â
KK wiggled her eyebrows. âOoooh, now thatâs an interesting twist.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow at Paige. âYouâre supposed to come to my fitting tomorrow. You sure you wanna drink tonight?â
Paige blinked. âOh⊠right.â
KK groaned. âOh, come on, P. One night wonât kill you.â
Paige hesitated, then shook her head. âNah, Iâll just sit this one out.â
KK gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. âWho are you?â
Caroline laughed. âI mean, I think itâs sweet.â
KK shot her a look. âOkay, mom.â
Azzi, amused, just leaned in closer to Paige and whispered, âYouâre really not gonna drink?â
Paige shrugged. âGotta be sober enough to see you tomorrow, right?â
Azzi smiled. âGood answer.â
Paige grinned. âYeah, yeah. Now, letâs play.â
As the game began, the questions were lighthearted, mostly directed at Azzi since she was new to the group. KK and Caroline took turns grilling her on the basicsâwhere she was from, her job, and little details to get a sense of her.
Azzi handled it well, gradually opening up with a charm that made them warm up to her quickly. Paige, sitting beside her, watched with amusement, occasionally chiming in when Azzi mentioned something she already knew.
âYou donât have a New York accent,â KK noted.
Azzi laughed. âIâm from Virginia.â
âWhat brought you here?â Caroline asked.
Azzi hesitated, fingers twitching briefly. âWork⊠and a breakup.â
KKâs interest piqued. âOh?â
Azzi smirked. âThatâs all Iâm saying.â
Caroline nodded. âSmart.â
âWhatâs your favorite thing about modeling?â Caroline asked.
âTravel,â Azzi said. âAnd the clothesâI get to wear things Iâd never pick for myself, like the Italy shoot, It was on a rooftop overlooking the waterâit felt unreal.â
âAnd least favorite?â
Azzi chuckled. âShooting in freezing weather for hours in a thin dress.â
Paige frowned. âThatâs messed up. No heated blankets or something?â
Azzi turned to her, amused. âThey did, but only between shots. It wasnât that bad.â
Paige still looked unimpressed but let it go.
The game continued, shifting between personal and lighthearted topics.
âSo, howâd you and Paige start actually hanging out?â Caroline asked.
Azzi and Paige exchanged a glance, clearly recalling the same memory.
Azzi smirked. âI accidentally hit her in the forehead while trying to leave my room.â
KKâs eyes widened. âWhat?â
Paige groaned. âIt was a personal attack.â
Azzi rolled her eyes. âIt was an accident. She claimed I âowedâ her so to make it up to her, we got food together.â
KK squinted at them. âHuh.â
Caroline raised a brow. âAnd the rest is history?â
Azzi shrugged. âPretty much.â
Then the questions took a turn.
âAzzi, biggest turn-on?â Caroline asked.
âConfidence.â
âAnd turn-off?â
âArrogance.â
Caroline side-eyed Paige. âOof, close call, P.â
Paige pointed at her. âI will actually fight you.â
Azzi, amused, turned to Paige. âYou think youâre arrogant?â
Paige hesitated. ââŠNo?â
KK and Caroline burst into laughter.
Then, KK smirked. âPaige, whatâs your type?â
Paige stiffened. âWhy does that matter?â
âBecause weâre nosy.â
Azzi glanced at her, waiting.
Paige cleared her throat. âUh⊠driven people?â
Caroline smirked. âShe means brunettes .â
Paige groaned as KK nearly fell over laughing. Azzi arched a brow, amused.
KKâs next question was worse. âAzzi, if you had to go on a date with someone in this room, who would it be?â
Paige tensed, forcing herself to stay neutral.
Azzi looked around casually, then smiled. âKK. She seems like sheâd make it fun.â
KK beamed. âKnew I had charm.â
Paigeâs stomach twisted. She hadnât expected that. The flash of something unreadable in Azziâs eyes didnât go unnoticed, but she said nothing.
Paige forced a smile. âOf course. Youâd want someone who keeps things interesting.â
She took a sip of her drink, chest tightening, as Azzi leaned back, studying the room with her usual quiet confidence.
â
The room was slowly quieting down as Caroline and KK stood up, stretching and grabbing their jackets. The game had wound down, the laughter still hanging in the air as they started to say their goodbyes.
âIâll see you girls in the tomorrow, alright?â Caroline grinned, her eyes landing on Azzi. âThis was fun. Youâre a lot cooler than I expected.â
Azzi laughed, her smile warm. âThanks, Caroline. Youâre not so bad yourself.â
KK smirked, wrapping Azzi in a big, affectionate hug. âYouâre my new best friend,â she said dramatically, squeezing her tight. âGet ready for all the shit Iâm gonna drag you into.â
Azzi smiled against her shoulder, feeling the comfort of KKâs warm embrace. âIâll hold you to that.â
âAlright, alright, lets go KK,â Caroline teased, pulling KK away and waving as they headed for the door.
Paige and Azzi stood by the bed, the weight of the night settling between them. Azzi glanced back before leaving. âGoodnight, you two. Sleep well,â she said with a soft smile.
âNight,â Paige mumbled, quieter than usual.
When the door clicked shut, Paige immediately started cleaning. Azzi joined her without a word, their movements in sync, comfortable in the quiet. It felt naturalâlike theyâd been doing this for years.
As Azzi wiped down the counter, she realized how much she liked thisâthe quiet, the ease of being in Paigeâs space. It felt like home in a way she hadnât expected.
Once everything was put away, Azzi grabbed her purse, ready to leave. But Paige lingered by the bed, watching her with an unreadable expression.
Azzi noticed. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked, setting her purse down again.
Paige hesitated, then exhaled. âYou canât stay a little longer?â
Azzi blinked, surprised. Paigeâs vulnerability caught her off guard.
âItâs late, and we both need sleep,â Azzi reasoned gently. âThe fittingâs at nine. And you know how grumpy you get in the morning.â
Paige groaned. âThen stay hereâŠWe can grab your stuff in the morning.â
Azzi hesitated, warmth creeping up her neck at the thought. But she nodded. âFine. But I need pajamas.â
Paige tossed her an oversized T-shirt and shorts. âHere,â she said, heart racing. âThese should fit.â
Azzi changed and slipped into bed beside Paige. Just as they settled in, Azzi poked her head out from under the covers. âI can only sleep on the right side.â
Paige frowned. âYou⊠want me to move?â
Instead of waiting, Azzi crawled over Paigeâright across her body. Paigeâs breath hitched, her face burning as Azziâs (plump) ass rose in the air. Turning her face the other way quickly as Azzi settled beside her.
âYou okay?â Azzi asked.
Paige cleared her throat. âYeah. Just⊠hot.â
Azzi chuckled. âGoodnight, Paige.â
âGoodnight,â Paige murmured, though her mind raced with thoughts she had no business thinking.
â
Paige woke first, the warmth of a body pressed against hers making her heart stutter. Azzi was draped over her, breath soft against her neck, leg hooked over her own. Paige wasnât used to waking up like this.
She turned slightly, taking in Azziâs peaceful expression, messy hair, lips slightly parted. It made her forget, just for a second, how they ended up tangled together.
Azzi stirred, eyes fluttering open. Realizing their position, she pulled back abruptly. âOh! Sorry sorry,â she whispered, cheeks flushing.
Paige smirked. âItâs okay. Howâd you sleep?â
Azzi rubbed her eyes. âYour bed is way more comfortable than mine.â
Paige chuckled. âThen we should have more sleepovers.â
Azzi laughed, grabbing her bag. âWeâll see. Meet me in my room when youâre ready.â
Paige nods, the word slipping out before she can even process it. âYes, maâam.â Her heart skips a beat at how easy it is to fall into a rhythm with Azzi.
Azzi flashes her a quick, teasing wink as she slips on her shoes and walks out the door. Paige watches her go, a heavy sigh leaving her lips as she immediately misses the warmth of Azziâs touch.
But thereâs no time for that now. She groans, pushing herself out of bed, not used to waking up at this hour. 7:30. Itâs early. Way too early. But, then again, here she isâgetting up at this ungodly hour for a fitting with Azzi Fudd. The things you do for love. Well, not love⊠but, something like it.
She drags herself to the bathroom, hoping a warm shower will wake her up fully. The steam clears her head a bit, and she quickly dresses in the Fenty set Azzi got her. Another perk of having such a famous friend. She spritzes on her Valentino perfume, the same one Azzi always compliments her on. Itâs become a signature scent now, one she associates with the brunette. Every time she catches a whiff of it, she thinks of Azzi.
With everything ready, she heads out of her hotel room. Her keyâs on the dresser, still resting where she left it. But, once again, she decides not to grab it. Sheâs gotten away with leaving it before, and frankly, she likes it that way. It means she gets to spend more time with Azzi. Maintenance might get mad, butâoh well. Sheâll deal with the consequences later.
Paige walks down the hall to Azziâs room, knocking gently on the door. Azzi opens it almost immediately, looking effortlessly chic in her matching Fenty set. Paigeâs heart skips a beat, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
âYou ready to go?â Paige asks, leaning against the doorframe, trying not to let the excitement bubble up too much.
Azzi nods, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. âYeah, letâs go.â
They walk out of the building, heading to Paigeâs car. Itâs a comfortable silence between them, the only sound the soft hum of the car as Paige pulls out. She glances over at Azzi, wondering if she should ask if she wants to stop for anything before they get to the fitting.
âWant to grab anything first?â
Azzi shook her head. âTheyâll have breakfast there.â
As they pull up to the building, Azziâs attention is drawn to something outside the window. She taps Paigeâs arm a little too hard, making Paige jump.
âWhat? What?!â Paige says, looking over at her.
Azzi points, eyes wide with concern. âLook at that poor thing,â she says, voice full of pity.
Paige follows her gaze, spotting a small brown wiener dog sitting by the side of the building. Azziâs face softens, and her heart melts at the sight of the little dog, alone on the sidewalk.
âNo,â Paige says, shaking her head firmly, a small grin forming on her lips. âNot happening.â
Azzi pouts, her lower lip jutting out as she leans closer to Paige, her voice soft and pleading. âPlease, Paige. Look at it. Itâs so lonely.â
Paige rolls her eyes, trying to stay firm. âAzzi, this is the third time. You canât save every dog.â
But Azziâs eyes are impossibly wide, her pout deepening. She leans in even closer, nearly whispering in Paigeâs ear. âEvery dog deserves a home, Paige. Please⊠just let me take this one. Itâs so cute, and itâs so alone.â
Paige groaned, already knowing she was going to cave. âFine. But you owe me.â
Azziâs face lights up, her joy so infectious that Paige canât help but smile, too. Without hesitation, Azzi runs toward the little dog, crouching down to speak softly. âItâs okay, little one. Youâre coming home with me.â
The dog wags its tail furiously, rubbing against Azziâs hand. Paige watches, arms crossed, chuckling to herself. Azzi scoops the dog up like itâs the most precious thing in the world and turns to Paige. âCome on,â she grins. âLetâs go.â
With the dog in Azziâs arms, they head into the building, the door swinging open behind them. They make their way to Azziâs fitting station, Paige now with the dog in her lap as they sit off to the side, quietly eating fruit. Azziâs designer arrives shortly, and the fitting begins.
As Azzi tries on different outfits, Paigeâs attention drifts, unable to stop staring. She knows sheâs supposed to be watching the fitting, but all she can think about is how incredibly beautiful Azzi looks in everything. She watches the way Azzi moves, how the clothes seem to fit her just right, the way her hair falls effortlessly over her shoulders. Paige canât stop herself, even though she knows she should.
She absently scratches the dogâs ears, trying to keep her composure, but sheâs failing miserably.
âUgh,â Paige mutters to the dog, more to herself than anything. âShe just⊠makes me so nervous. And I donât get nervous a lot, you know?â
The dog tilts its head up at her, as if listening, but Paige doesnât wait for a response. Sheâs too wrapped up in Azziâs effortless beauty, her mind racing with thoughts she canât even begin to process. âI mean, I know we just met, but you can tell me you donât see the connection, right? Iâm not crazy for thinking thereâs something there?â
âRight, youâre a dog,â she continues, her voice softer now, almost whispering. âWe just got you off the side of the street. What is wrong with me?â
She sighs deeply, the kind of sigh that feels like it could sink her into the floor. She doesnât know whatâs happening, but everything about Azzi just does it for her. Her legs, her smile, the way she carries herselfâitâs all too much, and yet Paige canât stop staring.
She can feel the heat rising in her chest, the way her body reacts just from being near Azziâjust from seeing her in these clothes. Paige is almost drooling, but she quickly pulls herself together, though sheâs definitely not fooling anyone, especially not herself.
By the time the shoot wraps up, Paige feels something heavy in her chest. She watches Azzi cradle the dog, warmth in her eyes, and wishesâjust for a secondâthat look was meant for her.
As they head to the exit, Paige checks her phone and groans. âFlat tire.â
Azzi glances over, unfazed. âGuess weâre taking the train, then.â
Paige sighs, but Azzi just smiles. âMaybe itâs fate.â
Azzi leads the way, the dog still curled up in her arms, as they make their way toward the subway station. The quiet between them settles comfortably, the low rumble of the train and the soft shuffle of the dogâs paws the only sounds breaking the silence. But for Paige, the air is thick with something she canât ignore. Something she doesnât want to ignore.
The train pulls up, and they step inside, the vibrations sending a slight tremor through Paigeâs chest. Her mind begins to race, replaying all the moments theyâve sharedâthose casual, easy conversations, the effortless way Azzi could make her laugh. The way she smiled at her today, the way she treated the dog with so much care, so much love, like she genuinely cared about everything, everyone, in her orbit. And oh, god, the way she laughed.
Paige can feel it now, her heart racing, her palms clammy as she looks at Azzi, trying to steady her thoughts. This is happening, she thinks. She canât pretend anymore. Sheâs felt this pull since that first encounter, when Azzi had sat across from her on the subway, looking at her like sheâd known her for years.
She opens her mouth to speak, but they come out all wrong. âAzziâŠâ she starts, and her voice feels smaller than usual, maybe because this feels like one of the most vulnerable things sheâs ever done. âOkay Iâ I know this might sound a little insane, but I canât stop thinking about it. You.â
Azzi looks at her, brows lifting. âWhat do you mean?â
Paige hesitates but pushes through. âI like you. Like a lot. Since the moment you sat across from me on the train and I canât keep pretending I donât.â She meets Azziâs eyes, feeling the weight of her own confession. âI just need to know if you feel the same, so I donât end up looking like a lunatic Az.â
Azziâs gaze softens. âPaigeâŠâ A small smile tugs at her lips. âI like you too.â
Paige blinks. âWait. What?â
Azzi laughs. âIâve liked you since⊠well we met, probably more since you made that weird face when I mentioned going out with KK.â She nudges Paige playfully. âI just didnât know if it was too soon.â
Paige feels her heart skip a beat, and a rush of relief floods her chest. âSo⊠youâd want to go out with me? For real?â
Azzi nods, that smile growing wider, reaching her eyes. âOf course, yeah.â
Paige feels like sheâs floating, her heart doing something that feels like a cartwheel. She canât help itâwithout thinking, she leans in, her lips brushing against Azziâs in a soft, tentative kiss. Itâs like the world has fallen away, just the two of them in that moment, exploring this thing thatâs been quietly building between them. When they pull away, they both just⊠smile.
Paige canât stop the smile spreading across her face. âAlso I forgot my hotel key againâŠâ
Azzi rolls her eyes, grinning. âPaige. Seriously?â
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drabble dump 1 | joaquĂn torres x reader



Pairing: JoaquĂn Torres x Reader Summary: Three small drabbles inspired by your headcanons (and one of mine): JoaquĂn giving you flowers, crying during movies and following his fans online. Warnings: I don't think there are any. Word Count: 691 A/N: I'm feeling super tired tonight so I didn't have the energy to focus on a larger fic, so I decided to write a couple of smaller drabbles inspired by some of the headcanons you guys left on that post I made the other day as well as one of my own. I will probably end up doing a few posts like this since they're quite fun. They're really just smaller drabbles that don't necessarily need to be longer 1k+ fics, so I hope you guys find them fun!
Giving you flowers.
The first time Joaquin ever met you, he brought you flowers. He had no idea what your favourite type of flowers were or if you even liked flowers. But he wanted to make a good impression on you on your first date and flowers had seemed the way to go.
Heâd been raised well by his parents. His mother had always taught him to be a gentleman and heâd grown up hearing stories from his father all about how he won over his mother with flowers and gifts and many, many dates.Â
Joaquin intended to do the same thing to you. He liked you from the very moment he met you, and so he made a deal with himself â every date, he would bring you a bouquet of flowers that was different from the last. He wouldnât repeat anything and he would get more and more creative with each bouquet.Â
Because if Joaquin was going to win you over like his father won over his mother, he was going to put in as much effort as it took. He was certain that you were the one.
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Reading comments about himself online.
Joaquin laughed, looking down at his phone screen. He was silent for a moment and then he laughed again. You looked at him, sitting in bed beside him. Your book was open in front of you but you couldnât help but want to know what was so funny.
âWhat are you looking at?â You asked.
He looked over at you and then shuffled a little closer towards you in bed, angling his phone screen to you so you could look at it. âIâm just reading comments about Falcon,â he explained. âLook at this one â the old Falcon has nothing on the new guy. Did you see the way he kicked that guy right out of the air in one shot? Thatâs about me!âÂ
You looked at your boyfriend for a moment and then laughed. âHow many of these fan accounts do you follow, baby? Wait â is that an edit of you? Where did they even get that footage? I didnât think you posted anything on social media.â
Joaquinâs cheeks flushed. âI donât⊠but I do have a fan account⊠for myself⊠and sometimes I post videos on there and call them ânever before seen contentâ and the fans really love them. As long as they donât put two and two together and realise Iâm the one posting themâŠâÂ
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Sobbing while he watches a movie.
Ever since you met Joaquin you knew that deep down, the man was a softie at heart. If you cried, odds were he was going to start crying as well. If you were happy, he was happy too. Your emotions always rubbed off on him. But there was one thing about him that you never expected: the fact that he cries like a baby in movies that arenât even that sad.
âBaby,â you glanced over at him, furrowing your eyebrows. âAre you crying?â
He sniffed, wiping his cheeks. âNo.â
You leant a little closer to him and smiled to yourself as he attempted to hide his face from you. But you were too quick â you could see the tears falling down his cheeks.Â
âBaby.â
Joaquin looked at you, his sad puppy dog eyes almost making you throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug to make him feel better. The man always did a good job at throwing you off with puppy dog eyes, but it was worse when they were full of tears.
âI thought it was going to be a happy ending,â he muttered. âBut they didnât even get to have a proper life together in the end because of what happened to her! Itâs so sad.â
Tears continued falling down his cheeks and you couldnât help but shuffle a little closer to him to wrap an arm around his back as he sobbed into his hands. You rubbed his back gently, resting your head against his shoulder.Â
âItâs just a movie, baby. Itâs okay. Itâs not real.â
Joaquin let out another sob. âBut it felt so realâ
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slow morning w/ sae, rin, hiori, kaiser
note: Omori's Kel mentioned, pet name 'love' used with Hiori. After some time writing for them, i thought i'll get back to it with something cute. i just read the chapters i missed, i'm in a huge bllk brainrot again
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Sae
It rarely happens, Sae staying in bed after 7 in the morning â that's usually the later he can handle. So when you feel his arms wrapped around you again after you roll to the other side, leaving him space to get up slowly after you feel him switch, there's a warm feeling spreading through your body. You turn around, nesting your head on the crock of his neck with small, bubbling sounds that make his heart soften every time. He holds you closer, if possible, and you swear if you could you'll start purring the second his fingers go through your hair, scratching your scalp lightly without touching any sensible era. You feel your mind drifting away slowly again, but you don't resist it. Instead you enjoy his soft attention until you fall asleep again.
When you wake up, Sae's sitting on the edge of the bed by your side. His hand goes kindly through your hair again, but this time he's fully dressed and you can smell coffee on his hand when it brushes your cheek.Â
"Breakfast's ready," he said rather blankly but you perceive the softness in his eyes. You rub against his hand.Â
"What time is it ?"Â
"Around 9 and a half ." There's no way on earth he's waiting this long.
"You've eaten already?"
"No." You can't help but smile at his words, feeling your heart skipping a beat. He really waited for you.Â
So got up quickly, putting on some shorts and one of his sweaters he kindly handed you before following him to the living room. Breakfast is settled on the low table in front of the TV playing whatever kid shows aired at that time. On the rare morning and breakfast you share with Sae, it is an obligation to watch this â that helps him clear his mind, he says, since he doesn't have to think.
You sit next to him and pull your tray on his tights, wandering around it a little before eating some rice first. You could find all the things you liked, along with some rice because he'll never put that away.Â
Keeping only your cup of coffee after being done with most of the food on the tray, you put it back to the table and lay on his shoulder, enjoying the small contact the best. Enjoying this whole morning at its fair value, because you had no idea when this would happen again.Â
KaiserÂ
"We have to get up," Michael said seriously for like, the fifth time, but you still wouldn't get up from your lying state on top of his body. He's so warm and cuddly, how could he ask you that ?
"Not yet," you mumble, face down in his chest.
"It's literally 11," he objected, desperate to just get up and get, at least, his running routine done today. "Don't 'no yet' me. I have things to do."Â
Without any warnings, he tossed you to the side and went straight to the window, opening the shutters. You shouted at him not to, but it was too late and when he looked back at you again, you were now just a ball below the cover, whining at the "holy light". He held his laugh, he couldn't let you know how cute and funny you were while doing this when he was, supposedly, mad at you. But God he loved it.
Without any further goals in this room, he left for the kitchen and started making your breakfast for you until you were ready to face the sunlight. It never took you too long, so he wasn't worried. He took his time, putting coffee on the heat stove until it was ready, preparing both your salty and sweet parts of it along his, despite not eating the same things. Before he was even done, your arms were already wrapped around his waist, still whining at the light burning your eyes.Â
He really liked it, morning like this. It was dear to his heart, sweet moments with you that was worth putting his career aside for a day. He was scared he got too used to it, scared this could vanish but, still, he couldn't imagine a world without you anymore.
HioriÂ
On his resting days, Hiori likes to lay in bed longer than he should. He becomes one with the blanket, looking more like a giant worm than your boyfriend. You know he'd die to have you stuck in his arms until he's fully awake, which you don't mind most of the time, but the rare time you're awake before him it's a living nightmare not being able to simply turn around and take your phone to wait. So you flee away from the bed without making any noises, getting dressed in the living room so you can be the one, for once, making breakfast.Â
You took your time, leaving him to enjoy his day off a little longer but you still couldn't let him sleep all day â he'll be mad at himself. Preparing it all, you cracked some eggs and let them cook before moving to toast some bread and cut avocados. You make sure to not boil the water for his tea, preparing it last in fact to be sure he has it while it's still fuming like he likes.
It was almost done when his arms held you from behind, his head laying on top of yours. You turned the kettle on, his cup only waiting for the warm water.Â
"Are you ok with avocado toast ? We still had two that were done. It didn't want to waste them," you started but your rumble fell into deaf ears when his lips began drawing patterns along your neck, straight to your shoulder, making you giggle.Â
"That's perfect," he answered, purring in your ear when his face rested on your shoulder, looking down at the pretty plate you just made. "Thank you, love."
You can't help but look away, even if he can't really see you. You pull him with you when you move, since he's glued to your back now it seems. You pour his drink, and proceed to ask him where he wants to eat ; you're not surprised when he murmurs in front of the let's play you two started not so long ago.Â
"You put this on and I bring it all there ?" you proposed cheerfully. He lets you go with a grunt, kissing your head quickly before leaving with you on his tracks with two cups. He already saw it, but he loves the story so much he wanted to share it with you. You actually liked it a lot, it was easy to watch and the story was amazing. You two easily spend hours sitting in front of it.Â
"I'm so sad Kel loses his rock," you commented, your breakfast long forgotten and his arms holding you close.Â
"Yeah, I was too the first time," he grinned, kissing your head again. "Don't worry, he'll get over it though."Â
You nod, believing him.
RinÂ
A slow morning with Rin is whatever he wants it to be, so if you ask anyone else, they would tell you that this has nothing to do with a slow morning. He wakes up early, no matter how hard you try to keep him in bed with you â but you know you're getting better at it 'cause it's harder every time for him to say no. He takes a long shower, washing his hair thoughtfully and taking care of his skin. He spends a lot of time in the bathroom, between shaving and doing his skincare, before doing some meditation in the living room so he knows it won't bother your sleep.
By the time he's done, you're usually awake but still groggy, he has to be patient with you. You always fo for him, it doesn't matter if he's barely done or packing his appetite mattress, you'll always lay on him or grab him from behind with a tired hello.
You try to help him cook but you always end up sitting still, half sleeping on the table with a fuming cup of whatever you felt like having this morning ; of course he made it for you.Â
The thing is, Rin wants to be done with his routine before you wake up, that way he can let himself enjoy doing nothing in your company for a few hours without feeling bad or in a rush. He likes taking care of you, making things for you, it doesn't matter if you feel like it was too much. You have no idea how much you give him in return. Even if you were not fully awake, you always were the best company he could wish for. You talk about your weird dreams, bring back old situations to talk this out again even if he barely answers you sometimes.Â
"That was something for sure, what happened next ?" He asked, giving you your plate and sitting next to you with his, listening to your creepy dream.Â
It never gets boring, he always likes to listen to you talking nonsense in the morning.
"Sounds like the beginning of a horror movie," he commented.
"The beginning ?" you gasped, flabbergasted. "More like the most scary scene, please I felt so, so deranged."Â
By now you're fully awake and you start doing bigger gestures, give him dirty looks when he disagrees with you and he doesn't do everything he can so you don't see the way he smiles at you.Â
So no, his slow morning isn't what most people think it is. But simply having time to talk with you in the morning, without thinking of anything else, is his own definition.Â
Let me know if you liked it!
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"This is going to be so funny!" Theodore Nott giggles uncontrollably as he pops the cork of a pink vital and pours some into a glass. "Shit, i can't wait until he comes back!" Lorenzo laughs. "Me too." Blaise agrees as Draco nods.
The Slytherin boys were pranking Mattheo. They planned a "hangout" in the common room. They all waited for a whole hour for Mattheo to get up to use the bathroom or to go to his dorm to go fetch something. Then, after what felt like forever, Mattheo excused himself to go to the bathroom. Then, once Mattheo was out of sight, Theodore took a deep breath to control his giggle fit, he took the pink vital out of his pocket, he also took out a strand of your hair that he secretly took from your hairbrush one night while visiting. He poured half the vital into the glass, and then he added the hair. Then mattheo returned. The boys trying to hold in their laughs. After a while, Mattheo took a sip of his drink. The boys are all staring at this point.
"You feeling alright?" Blaise asks. "Uh, I'm feeling fine. Maybe a little warm, but I'm fine." He says, turning red as if he had just realized something. "Do you want to..confess..anything..?" Blaise asks, trying to hold in his laugh. "Yeah..I think..I think I'm in love with Y/n." The boys eyes widen. "Why don't you go to Y/n? I bet she'll love to see you." Mattheo smirks at this. "I should do that.." Mattheo stands up, almost tumbling over a chair. He picks up the cup and takes a long sip. Theo sighs as he takes the cup away from him as he pushes Mattheo gently towards the girls' dormitory.
Mattheo walks up the stairs, his heart racing. When he wasn't under the influence of the potion, he did have feelings for y/n, very strong feelings. But he would never ever dare to confess due to him thinking she would deny and reject his feelings. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with her.
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I sit on my desk, trying to focus on my homework, an essay for Snape that was due tomorrow. I groan as I hear a knock on the door, I stand up and walk up to it.
I grasp the knob and I see..Mattheo Riddle.
"Um, hi Mattheo? Weren't you hanging out wi-?" Then I get interrupted with Mattheo literally jumping on me, kissing my cheek. "Mattheo!?" I question, pushing him off. I feel my cheeks turn red. "Oh, uhhh, sorry!" He mumbles, looking down at the carpet. "What's up with you!?" I question crossing my arms. "Uh, i came here to confess something." He fidgets with his hands. "Uh, sure." I say, sitting on my bed, motioning him to sit next to me. He does. "So. I'm like in love with you." He says, looking at me. "You.. you do?" I reply. I feel myself blushing again. "Yeah..." He says. "Can I kiss you y/n...please."
My lips part open as I nod. I've always fantasized about him kissing me and other things. Before i have time to react, he slams his lips onto me. Roughly, he grabs my wrists and pins me onto my bed. As I gasp, I can practically feel his smirk on my lips as he runs his free hand through my hair. "Wow." I whisper. He chuckles as he uses his free hand to trace my body, as if it were a piece of art. "You're so beautiful." He says, our foreheads touching, his puppy dog eyes looking up at me. "Thank you." I say in a hushed voice. He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing it, probably leaving a bunch of hickeys. "Wait, Mattheo, before we do anything else, I'm confused." I say, holding his shoulder. "Confused about what, love?" He asks, laying down close to me. "I dunno, you're just acting werid, like randomly confessing to me.." He doesn't say anything. "Mattheo, have you drinken anything..recently?" I ask. "Well, I took a sip of my drink before I came here."
My eyebrows raise. "What happened once you drank that? Did it taste werid?"
"It tasted sweeter than I remember, then I felt like really warm and fuzzy, and I couldn't stop thinking about you." He smiles, playing with my hair. I then realize what's happening. He's been put under a love potion. I'm guessing his friends slipt it into his drink when he wasn't looking. Luckily, I have the antidote from a previous incident. Once, Pansy got dared to drink a love potion. So I still have some antidote left.
"Mattheo, I'll be back. i need to get something from my bathroom." I say, getting up, but he holds onto me. "Don't leave me, Y/n!" He Frowns. I sigh. It's just realized how lovesick this poor guy is. "Fine, come with me then." I say, the bathroom is literally 10 feet away from my bed. "Okay!" He says, getting up, our hands intertwined.
I walk towards my bathroom, tracing my finger along the drawers until I find the drawer with the antidote. "Mattheo, do you trust me?" I ask. He nods. "Of course i do, love!" I giggle to myself. "Okay, sit on my sink, please." I smile as he sits on my sink. I hold the vital in front of him. I pop the cork. I pour the rest of the antidote down his throat. He groans in pain. "Y/n..i have a headache." He mutters as he holds my hand. "I know, but it'll go away soon." I comfort him.
Then, in a blink, he groans in pain again, "Y/n?" He asks, confused. "Oh, uh Mattheo." I mutter. "What am I doing here?!" He ask, his voice deeper. "Uh, about that." I pause. "Your friends kinda..gave you Amortentia.." I say. He looks to the side as he jumps off my sink. He heads straight to the door. "Mattheo - wait!" I shout, grabbing his hand. He groans. "Did I do anything embarrassing?" He asks, not looking back at me. "Uh, well, you may or may not have jumped onto me and kissed me." I giggle slightly. His face drops. "I didn't mean it - it was that stupid potion." He admits. "I know.."
"Look, I'm going to kill those idiots!" He yells, practically running to the door. I grab his hand again and spin him around, I kiss him. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I am. His eyes are open, but then they close, and he cups my face. "Mattheo-" I whisper. "Never mind, I'll kill them after." He smiles.
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A/n; hope you enjoyed this! It was so fun to write and lovesick Mattheo is super cute!
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Deeks and Rosa were sitting in a waiting room while Rosa's immigration lawyer was dealing with some paperwork snafu before her interview with her immigration case worker. Deeks was in a suit and tie, Rosa in a lovely blue Calvin Klein dress Kensi found on sale at Macy's. Kensi was at Camp Pendleton testifying in a trial. She was waiting for his text.
"I found your wedding album while I was helping Kensi cleaning her box called 'stuff'," Rosa told Deeks as they waited.
"Our anniversary is next week. It's good to know it survived the move two-years ago."
"That's why Kensi was cleaning up her 'stuff' boxes in the garage. Part of her anniversary gift to you."
"Part?" Deeks was really interested now. "Oh, tell me the other part. I can fake being surprised."
"Where's the fun in that? Just be surprised."
"Please." Deeks pled.
"No. I'm staying out of this."
"You're in. You know what Kensi is getting me, tell me and we're all even."
"To be even, you'd have to tell me what you're getting Kensi."
"Well, it's a surprise." And Rosa was a part of part of it. He booked a Mother's Day spa weekend at Two Bunch Palms in Palm Springs for Kensi and Rosa. He also got the annual Moshe call after Valentine's Day with a good price for some piece of jewelry that didn't move. This year it was dangly earrings with diamonds. "So if you won't share, you'll get nothing and like it."
"'Caddyshack'."
"See, you are catching up on all the good movies. Next Friday, I say we do 'Clueless'."
"I wouldn't mind watching 'Bend Like Beckham' again."
"Again? You have it on Hulu all the time."
"Because it's great."
"You'll like 'Clueless'. Kensi loves 'Clueless'."
"The way she loves '13 Going on 30'?" Rosa asked.
"Kensi doesn't love anything the way she loves '13 Going on 30'."
"That's not true, she loves you more than that movie," Rosa had a big smile. "She showed me all the pictures in the wedding album. Told me about what happened that day."
"It was a day."
"She looked beautiful. You looked handsome in your tuxedo. Mandy was so pregnant."
"The only weird thing that didn't happen in that wedding and reception was Mandy going into labor. She held that off for three more days."
"Why did your Mom wear black?"
"It was a much better dress than the purple one she originally bought. Deep v-neck, open back and the dress ended about halfway down her thigh. It was a lot."
"Julia looked beautiful."
"Yes she did. Not as beautiful as her daughterâŠ"
"Did you know you'd always marry her?"
"No, we needed to work through some things but once we did, I knew she was my last girlfriend and my only wife."
"That's romantic in a very strange way."
"Please put that on my tombstone, 'He was romantic in a very strange way.'"
"Don't talk like that." Rosa looked at her hands for a second. "Do you think Gregory can fix the paperwork problems."
"I havenât heard any yelling so Gregory is likely making progress." Deeks saw Gregory T. Coates III, immigration lawyer to the stars who does some pro-bono work for Los Angeles uniformed services members, military and those involved in education, making a bee-line to them.
"Those fuâŠ..fools finally got the paperwork right," Gregory said as he sat next to Rosa. "Your interview will start in a few minutes. All the letters of recommendation are in, your school records are up to date, including your first round of SATs. You're in a very good place, Rosa. Go in, be yourself, be calm and remember, Kensi, Marty and I are all here to fight for you. You be you and you'll be great, kid."
"Thank you," Rosa smiled.
"You," he pointed to Deeks. "Keep your mouth shut. It's her show. You answer questions directly asked to you. Don't be cute, don't be funny, don't beâŠ"
"Don't be me." Deeks was not offended.
"You can be you the minute this is over and you're taking me to dinner."
"Rosa Diaz," an assistant walked up to the three of them. "We're ready for you."
Deeks gave Rosa a peck on the cheek. "And you're ready for them." The three walked to the interview room with the assistant. Deeks didn't think he'd spend the Friday before his anniversary in an immigration office but there was no place else he'd rather be.
Itâs a love s t o r y! - Densi Wedding
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Over Ice (Part 11)
Hockey!Rhysand x Reader
Summary:Â Anon Req: Sheâs walking around Campus and BOOM right smack dab into Broody McBrooder!! She THEN finds out heâs the tutor for one of her hardest courses (personally Psych would be a good one) and they become super duper close with him and the team!!!
Warnings: Mentions of barfing.
Word Count: 3989
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10)
Notes: Sorry I haven't put anything out in a while, I've been mad sick.
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âI still think this is a bad idea,â you whisper-yell as you and your two roommates sneak across the lawn. Thereâs no need to sneak, really. The Hockey House is packed to the brim with people, some even spilling onto the front lawn of the two-story home. Youâre pretty sure they wouldnât even notice if you walked right through the door and up the stairs to begin your search for their precious trophy.Â
Mor and Gwyn halt where theyâre pressed against the side of the house to stare at you. You all are dressed in black from head-to-toe, which, in your opinion at least, makes you stand out even more from the plethora of people inside.
âWhereâs this sudden conscious coming from?â Gwyn asks. Sheâs right, even sheâs here, though this entire scheme was her idea in the first place. For some reason, she hates everything and anything that has to do with the word hockey, and yet, here she is.
To steal a trophy, your mind supplies. Itâs not like sheâs here to party.
âYeah,â Mor tacks on, and itâs difficult not to duck out from under her scrutinizing gaze. âMy cousinâs in there and you donât see me complaining.â
Funny she mentions that, because thatâs the exact thing youâre worried about. Running into Rhysand.
âNothing,â you stammer, trying to console your roommate. âItâs justâŠwe should be cutting Gwynâs cake right now, not pulling some prank like high schoolers.â At first, the idea of pulling a prank on the hockey team seemed like fun. Now that youâre here and the buzz of the wine you drank has wavered, it doesnât seem like such a good idea anymore. Those hockey boys take their superstitions seriously, you canât imagine how theyâd feel about a trophy disappearing.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you donât take it out for fear that it might be Rhysand. You can barely believe he called you, flirted with you while his cousin was one room over. He knows that nothing can happen between either of you, it would only spell disaster. Mor would have an aneurism, at the very least.
âStealing this will taste so much sweeter than cake!â Gwyn insists. She wobbles on her feet and catches herself against the side of the house, waving Mor off when she reaches out a hand to steady the redhead. Gwyn blinks her big cerulean eyes at you in her infamous innocent look. âThis is what I want for my birthday, but I wonât force you to join us. Weâll go inside, steal the trophy from right under their noses, and meet you back at the apartment, if you want.â
âNo,â you shake your head. Maybe this will be fun. Maybe you can do this for Gwyn and return the trophy before the boyâs notice. Maybe they wonât even notice at all. Yeah, right. âweâll find it faster if thereâs three of us. Iâm in.â
Gwyn beams and throws herself into your arms. You stumble, unprepared, but manage to keep the both of you upright with a startled laugh. Mor quickly joins the hug and it takes five minutes for the three of you to stop giggling and get your heads straight.
âRight, so where do we think theyâd hide it?â Gwyn asks as the three of you huddle together to form a plan. When you left your apartment, the only idea in motion had been to walk into the house and steal the trophy. You have a feeling itâs going to be a little trickier than that.
You and Gwyn look to Mor who makes a face. âWhat the hell are you looking at me for? How would I know where it is?â
âHeâs your cousin,â you supply and Gwyn nods vehemently.
Mor scoffs. âAnd? That doesnât mean Iâd know exactly where theyâre hiding a giant trophy! Iâve been here the same number of times as you!â She points in your direction. âDo you remember seeing it around?â
You think for a moment. No, you donât remember seeing at the last party you were here for, but you donât think youâd miss a giant, gleaming trophy, even if you were distracted by Rhys. âNo,â you mutter quietly.
Mor crosses her arms over her chest and lifts her chin haughtily. âExactly.â
âSo, we sneak inside and split up and hopes one of us finds it?â Gwyn asks. Sheâs not giving up on this easily, thatâs for sure. You donât think youâve ever seen her so hungry for revenge. Maybe if you knew exactly why she disliked the hockey team so much, itâd help psych you up.
âNo, we need a better plan than that.â You offer a silent apology. âWhoâs the most superstitious?â
âWhat?â
âWell, if we decide whoâs the most superstitious of the group, maybe we can narrow down where the trophy might be,â you explain. âLike, if Rhys is the most superstitious, do you think he would hide it under the kitchen sink or something?â
Morâs brows furrow as she thinks. Nearby, a boy shouts drunkenly across the lawn. You canât make out what he says with the way his words slur, but the three of you huddle closer to the house, nonetheless.
âAzriel or Rhys,â Mor decides. âCassian wouldnât care about some trophy. Heâd mix drinks in it. Which leaves us with Azriel or Rhys.â
And well, that narrows things down a little.
âWhere would they hide a trophy like that?â Gwyn asks.
You and Mor exchange a knowing look. âTheir room.â
The three of you decide that after you sneak upstairs, Gwyn will keep watch, Mor will snoop through Azrielâs room, and youâll try and find the trophy in Rhysâ room.
âWhy do I have to look in Rhysâ room?â You all but complain. You didnât like this idea before, but you sure as hell donât like it now. Snooping through someoneâs personal things is so wrong, and the fact that youâre going to be digging around in Rhysâ things, the boy who stirs reluctant feelings in your stomach, your tutor, doesnât sit well with you.
âBecause I canât look through his things!â Mor protests, then shudders. âWhat if I find something that changes my perspective on my cousin forever? I spend too many family holidays with him, itâll be too difficult to avoid eye-contact with him if I saw something weird.â
And yeah, thatâs a good point. Maybe for more reasons than one. If you find something that puts you off from Rhysand, it wonât be such a struggle to stay keep away from him like youâre supposed to be doing. Being his tutee will be much easier if every time you see him, youâre thinking about a stiff sock under his bed or a Playboy beneath his mattress.
âOkay,â you nod. âLetâs go.â
Gwyn puts her hand out and looks between you and Mor eagerly. âCâmon. We need a chant.â
You donât, you really donât, but you divulge her, anyway. You place your hand on top of hers, and Mor rests hers on top, completing your best friend hand stack. Gwyn bounces her hand up and down. On the third bounce, when you all break and toss your hands in the air in triumph, she cheers, âThese hockey boys donât know whatâs coming for them. Revenge is best served over ice!â
Revenge? Who on the hockey team is Gwyn beefing with that she wants to enact revenge on these boys?
Before you can ask, she slips around the side of the house into the darkness of night.
âShit,â Mor curses, âLetâs go.â
Thereâs really no need for the three of you to be sneaking at all, but if this is what Gwyn wants for her birthday, then you will deliver.
College students are still elbowing their way inside of the house. The three of you slip into the crowd easily. It takes a few minutes of patience to get through the front door because people keep pausing to greet newcomers, but once inside, your all-black garb really does seem to help you blend in. The lights are dim in the house, and itâs all too easy to wind your way through the living room to make your way to the staircase, clutching tightly to your friendsâ hands.
âDuck!â Gwyn yelps and tugs you lower. You donât question her, ducking deeper into the crowd.
A behemoth of a boy ambles past, like a drunken bigfoot. Youâd recognize those broad shoulders and loud voice anywhere. Cassian.
âWhoâs up for a game of flip-cup?â He shouts directly over your heads. Thankfully, heâs too busy counting the number of hands that shoot up for a chance to be on his team. You and your friends quickly slither away from him, keeping your heads tightly tucked to your chests. âShirts vs. skins!â
You roll your eyes at the suggestion in his tone. Then, you wonder if Rhys is playing.
Something hot prickles your gut, but before you can read into the feeling, Gwynâs leads you further into the wolvesâ den.
You straighten your posture as you pass the kitchen, hoping that youâre in the clear, only to catch a glimpse of the other two members of the household youâre attempting to prank tonight.
Your breath catches when you spot Rhys. He stands beside Azriel, the both of them leaning casually against the counter. They look cool. Effortless. They look fucking hot.
Your mouth runs dry. His shirt is tight, stretched across those broad shoulders that are the basis of your dreams. The material stretches across his bicep when he reaches a hand up to brush back the strands of his deep, dark hair. His violet eyes glow, and a dimple indents his cheek when he grins down at the person who stands before him. You follow his line of sight and this time, when you see the petite, pretty brunette that holsters his amusement, your stomach churns violently. Itâs definitely jealousy this time.
You clench your jaw and shove the emotion away. You hold no claim on him, nor that you can. Heâs Morâs cousin, you remind yourself vehemently. Heâs your tutor.
Neither of those chants does anything to ease the sourness in your stomach.
At least all three boys are occupied. It makes getting up the stairs all that easier. As you ascend, you canât help but think that maybe you do want to steal this trophy, make their lives a little more vibrant tonight. Itâs petty, you think, but you continue anyway.
When the three of you reach the landing, you and your roommates reconvene.
âAny idea whose room belongs to who?â You ask, looking up and down the hall. There are five doors. One has a line of people behind it, so you count that as a bathroom. Maybe another is a closet. Youâll have to look quickly.
âNo idea,â Mor shrugs, and glances down the stairs. None of the boys have caught wind of you here yet. Good. âWeâll just have to look.â
âWhat if their doors are locked?â You wonder and both of your roommateâs stare at you. Shit. None of you had thought about that possibility, and unless Gwyn or Mor secretly know how to pick locks, your prank might be doomed.
âWorry about that if it happens,â Gwyn answers hurriedly and shoos you down the hall. âIf you hear a turkey call, the missions been compromised and you need to run. If we get split up, meet at the rendezvous point by one a.m. or the search party will come out.â Rendezvous point being your dorm, search party being whoever makes it to the dorm first.
Turkey call? You share a look with Mor. Youâre learning so much about Gwyn tonight.
You split from your friends without another thought. If the three of you pull this off, youâre wonât hesitate to interrogate innocent, little Gwyn about all of the revelations youâve learned tonight. Apparently, you donât know your roommate as well as you thought you did.
You rip open the first door you come across. Youâre met with a bare ass and the lewd moans of a girl getting her world rocked. The pair donât even notice you, but you blurt in shock. âHoly shit! Iâm sorry!â You gape for a moment longer, truly impressed the kind of leverage the boy draped over her back has in the tight confines of this linen closet. You slam the door shut and stumble to the next room.
Aha! The door is unlocked. You take a quick glance over your shoulder. Gwynâs attention is on you. She offers you a huge smile and a big thumbs up, then avert her gaze back to the stairs like a rottweiler on duty.
âPlease, donât let anyone be naked in here,â you mutter before slipping inside.
Thankfully, you donât hear any sex-induced noises. No squeaking of a mattress. No headboard hitting the wall. Just the bass of the music through the floorboards.
You flick on the light after shutting the door. Itâs a typical boyâs room, you note as you look around. A bed with navy sheets, surprisingly made. Thereâs a wooden dresser pushed beneath the three large windows that overlook the small backyard. A closet door hangs ajar near the corner of the room.
You aim for the dresser. Thereâs a picture frame of the hockey team on top, along with a stack of clothes that hasnât yet been put away and a few textbooks, but no trophy. Damn.
Thereâs a small desk that looks like the legs are going to give out if the slightest breeze brushes up against it. A laptop sits shut on top, along with a cup stuffed full of pencils and pens. Thereâs a notebook flipped open, and you recognize a few words as psychology jargon from some of your classes. Rhys room, you deduce immediately.
âWhere are you, where are youâŠâ You mutter. The closet produces no results, either, just perfectly lined up sneakers and a surprising number of suits and dress shirts. On the shelf, thereâs an entire bin of beanies, and thrown on the floor in the middle of the closet is a hockey bag. The smell that wafts out of it makes your nose scrunch.
Youâre about to dive to the floor and check under the bed. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline coursing in your veins. You donât have high hopes that the trophy will be stashed under his bed, but youâll give it a cursory glance before reporting back to Gwyn.
You kneel on the floor and peer under the frame, praying that you donât find some weird sex toy or something. Thatâs the last thing you need to be thinking about right now. You hold your breath and open your eyes, exhaling a loud huff of relief when you donât find any monsters under his bed.
âAnd just what do you think youâre doing in here?â An all too familiar voice rasps from behind you.
You almost hit your head on the metal bedframe when you jump in surprise. You whip your head around only to see Rhys towering over you. His arms are crossed over his chest and though heâs trying his damned hardest to keep the smirk from breaking out across his lips, you can tell how amused he is by the glittering of his violet eyes.
âFuck!â You scramble to your feet, dusting your knees off. âYou scared me!â
Where the hell was Gwyn with her turkey call? Were you so invested in searching his room that you missed it completely?
âAs much as I like the idea of you in my room, darling,â he drawls, and his voice sends shivers down your spine. âWhen I pictured you in here, you were in my bed, not under it.â
Fuck. Now youâre thinking about being in his bed, too, and that just wonât do.
You swallow harshly. If you rip your gaze away from his hungry eyes, youâll look directly at said bed. And then youâll be even more tempted to fall into it, and pull him in behind you.
Stop it right the fuck now.
âI was just, ah,â you scramble for a lie. âLooking for some psych notes.â You wince. Itâs not terrible, but thereâs no way in hell Rhys is going to believe you. âMy test today really got me down. I thought I would start studying for the next one early.â
Rhys quirks a brow. Heâll play along, if thatâs what you want. âAnd you thought I keep my notes under my bed?â
You glance at the floor where you were just face down, ass up, snooping. Your cheeks flare at the thought of him standing right behind you. You must have looked like you were his for the taking.
âI thought I dropped a piece of paper,â you nod solemnly. âThought I saw it drift right under the bed.â
âAnd?â
âAnd what?â you ask, mustering all of the innocence you can.
The corner of Rhysâ mouth tips up and your breath hitches in your chest. Gods, he looks good enough to eat. All youâd have to do is take one step forward and youâd be pressed flush against his front. One step to the side and youâd be falling on his bed, where you really would offer yourself up to him.
Damn the wine you drank.
âAnd,â Rhys teases. He takes a step closer and youâd move back if you were of sound mind. If your feet werenât glued to the floorboards. âDid you find what you were looking for?â
His breath brushes the tops of your cheeks and your lashes flutter. The warmth of his body floods yours. Your nipples tighten painfully under your shirt. Your chests brush with every sharp inhale you take, but does nothing to help calm your racing heart.
âI, uh,â your gaze flickers to those perfect, pink lips of his. You think they might be your favorite thing about him. How soft yet demanding they felt against yours at the Halloween party. What they look like wrapped around the top of a pen as he studies. Fuck. You want to taste him again, youâve forgotten what he tastes like. When you drag your gaze back to his violet eyes, you find them teeming with the same pent-up arousal that courses in your veins. âI think I just did.â
Youâre not sure who moves first, if you roll up onto your toes or if Rhys ducks down. All you know if the sensation of his mouth crashing against yours in a desperate kiss. Like youâve gone without for far too long.
This is bad, this is sin, your mind refutes. Youâre breaking rule number fucking one!
But your heart tells you to move closer, to press your body flush against his. Itâs like youâre in a trance, and you do just that.
Rhysâ fingers thread into the hair at the nape of your neck where he grabs a fistful of hair. You gasp erotically against his mouth and he swallows the sound with a growl that makes the innermost parts of you ache. He guides your head this way and that, and you give into him, allowing him to take you how he wants.
You arenât taking the time to run your hands up his body to explore like you want to. Nope, your fingers are curled tightly into the fabric of his shirt. Youâre unable to move, completely entranced by the feeling of his tongue dipping into your mouth and laving against yours. Itâs dominating, itâs sensual, itâs fucking perfect.
âRhys,â you whine. Itâs not a whine for him to stop, like it should be, but a desperate plea for him to keep going. Youâve thought about your kiss with him every night since Halloween. Touched yourself a few times to it as well. This, this is better than what you remember.
He shushes you softly. It sounds like a promise, like you have all the fucking time in the world. And you do, you think. You canât remember what you were doing before this moment. Donât even know what youâre going to do after this moment.
Have sex with him, hopefully.
Rhys hand wraps around your hips, then lowers. He grabs a handful of your ass, which spurs you into his arms. You lock your hands around his neck and all but climb into his arms, twining your legs around his trim wait.
âFuck, darling,â he grunts as your nails scratch his scalp. It feels good, everything youâre doing. He wants you up against the wall, on the bed, bent over the dresser. Hell, he wants to sit you right upon that flimsy desk and fuck into you until it breaks. His teeth scrape against the skin of your neck. âTake your shirt off for me.â
You canât obey fast enough. Rhys eyes are dark with desire, drinking every inch that you reveal to him like itâs his last meal on earth. Your pussy clenches at the sight and if he doesnât start touching you, removing more clothes, you think you might just combust.
Like he sees it in your eyes, he slides his hand beneath your bra and cups your breath roughly. You moan, head falling back on your shoulders and he praises gruffly. âThatâs it, darling, Iâve got you.â
You canât even respond. Your brain doesnât work. Any words you can form get caught in your throat. Rhys dips his head to kiss and suck at the tops of your breasts. He tweaks your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
âRhys!â You hiss. You tug the hair at the nape of his neck. He fights against you, and it makes you even hotter. He knows what heâs doing with that mouth, and as nice as it feels on your chest and crawling up the column of your throat, you need his lips pressed against yours right now. âPlease!â
âOkay, darling,â he whispers, and latches onto your mouth again.
You melt into him with a noise of pleasure. You grind your hips into his which makes his hands around your waist tighten. Youâre lost in the feeling of him, want him to move closer to the bed, to press his tongue right between your thighs and use that very same swirling motion around your clit, you want him to strip bare and press his hot, aching cock right between yourâ
âHoly fucking shit!â A voice exclaims, ripping through your psyche.
Holy fucking shit. Youâre kissing Rhys. Your shirt is off, youâre in his arms, and youâre kissing fucking Rhys.
You rip yourself from Rhys and swing your attention to the door. Dread settles like lead in your veins and you drop your feet to the floor, scrambling to pick up your discarded shirt form the floor.
Gwyn stands in the doorway, struck. Her cerulean eyes are comically wide, which is saying something because sheâs always doe-eyed. She sways over the threshold and you hope itâs the lingering wine in her body and not because she just witnessed you all but mauling Morâs cousin.
Mor.
âGwyn,â you say desperately, tugging your shirt over your head. She canât tell Mor, no one can. This will ruin your entire friendship, and you canât handle that. âItâs not what it looks like, I promise.â
You barely register the affronted noise Rhys makes. Youâre struggling with the material of your shirt, and he reaches a hand out to help. You brush him off, making your way to your friend who stares, glossy-eyed at the floor.
âI canâtâŠâ Gwyn trails off. She raises her head and you falter at the hurt look in her eyes. It makes a lump form in your throat. Shit. Youâre going to lose both of your best friends in one night.
Except, Gwyn admits, âI donât feel very good.â She turns back into the hall and proceeds to throw up all over the floor.
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âIâve had enoughâ
Iâd been keeping largely quiet about John and The Beatles split-up in the press. I didnât really have many accusations to fling, but being John, he was flinging quite a few in interviews [with Jann Wenner for Rolling Stone]. <âŠ> John would say things like, âIt was rubbish. The Beatles were crap.â Also, âI donât believe in The Beatles, I donât believe in Jesus, I donât believe in Godâ [Plastic Ono Band album]. Those were quite hurtful barbs to be flinging around, and I was the person they were being flung at, and it hurt. So, Iâm having to read all this stuff, and on the one hand Iâm thinking, âOh fuck off, you fucking idiot,â but on the other hand Iâm thinking, âWhy would you say that? Are you annoyed at me or are you jealous or what?â <âŠ> I was sort of answering him here [Dear Friend], asking, âDoes it need to be this hurtful?â I think this is a good line: âAre you afraid, or is it true?â meaning, âWhy is this argument going on? Is it because youâre afraid of something? Are you afraid of the split-up? Are you afraid of my doing something without you? Are you afraid of the consequences of your actions?â And the little rhyme, âOr is it true?â Are all these hurtful allegations true? This song came out in that kind of mood. It could have been called âWhat the Fuck, Man?â but Iâm not sure we could have gotten away with that then.
(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present)
âWhen I slagged off the Beatle thing in the papers, it was like divorce pangs, and me being me it was blast this and fuck that, and it was just like the old days in the Melody Maker, you know, âLennon Blasts Holliesâ on the back page. You know, Iâve always had a bit of a mouth and Iâve got to live up to it. Daily Mirror: âLennon beats up local DJ at Paulâs 21st birthday partyâ. <âŠ> âSo yâsee, all that happened when I blew my mouth off was that it was an abscess bursting, except that mine as usual burst in public. <âŠ> âŠthe trouble is people just wanted bigmouth Lennon to shout about the lows. So I made a quick trip to uncover the hidden stones of my mind, and a lot of the bats flew and some of them are going to have to stay. Iâve got perspective now, thatâs a fact.
(John Lennon, interview with Ray Coleman for Melody Maker: Lennon â a night in the life, September 14th, 1974)
John actually had Allen Klein and Yoko in the room, suggesting lyrics during writing sessions. In his song âHow Do You Sleep?â the line âThe only thing you done was yesterdayâ was apparently Allen Kleinâs suggestion, and John said, âHey, great. Put that in.â I can see the laughs they had doing it, and I had to work very hard not to take it too seriously, but at the back of my mind I was thinking, âWait a minute, All I ever did was âYesterdayâ? I suppose thatâs a funny pun, but all I ever did was âYesterdayâ, âLet It Beâ, âThe Long and Winding Roadâ, âEleanor Rigbyâ, âLady Madonnaâ, . . . â fuck you, John.â
(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present)
['How Do You Sleep']âs not serious. Like, if Paul was really, really hurt by it, Iâll sooâ Iâll know by the vibes, come round. Even if he doesnât call, well, Iâll explain it to him. Iâll even write to him, you know. If he really really thinks itâs â thinks itâs really really serious.Â
(John Lennon,September 9th, 1971, interview with Howard Smith)
Then we had that fight Paul and me had through the Melody Maker, but it was a period I had to go through.
(John Lennon, interview with Ray Coleman for Melody Maker: Lennon â a night in the life, September 14th, 1974)
As it happened, I was in New York that day [30 January 1972], having met with John the day before. It was a meeting at which we more or less agreed to stop sniping at each other.
(Paul McCartney, The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present)
On January 19, 1975 John Lennon in a letter to Derek Taylor: BOWIES CUTTIN âUNIVERSEâ (LET IT BEATLE). AM A GONNA BE THERE (BY REQUEST OF COURSET). THEN POSSIBLEY DOWN TO NEW ORLEONS TO SEE THE McCARTKNEES.
(Derek Taylor, Fifty Years Adrift (Genesis Publications, Guildford, 1984) in in The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
Mardi Gras season was due to begin on Monday, February 10, with the main parade sweeping through town on âFat Tuesdayâ itselfâthe date John and May had targeted for their visit to New Orleans. Sehorn and Toussaint warned Paul that the studio would be inaccessible during the peak of the festivities, and said they were considering closing Sea-Saint completely for the week starting February 10. Wings now had the perfect excuse to put the sessions on hold and throw themselves into the celebratory atmosphere. But Paulâs hope of sharing that celebration with John were dashed during the overdubbing sessions on February 6, when John phoned Sea Saint and the receptionist patched his call through to the control room. âThe separation didnât work out,â Lennon joked, telling Paul that he had moved back to the Dakota on February 3âjust as Paul was recording âCall Me Back Again,â the song he started just after reconnecting with John in Los Angeles [March-April 1974]âand that he and Yoko were hoping to work things out.
(The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
âI was going down to New Orleans to help out on Paulâs last album Venus and Mars, but I was too busy being happy at the time. If youâre reading this, Paul, Iâm sorry I couldnât make itâŠâ
[âŠ] And then, of course, thereâs Yoko. âWe are back together now. and happier than over before. Itâs the old, old storyâwhen you get someone back that youâve lost itâs better than ever.â It was the reconciliation which so involved John that he couldnât tear himself away to work with McCartney in New Orleans.â
(John Lennon, 1975, interview with Penny Grant for Game: Enjoying the big apple)
Paul leaves to take a telephone call.
LINDA: I was just going to say that I think if John had lived, he might still be saying, âOH, Iâm much happier nowâŠ.â <âŠ> PLAYBOY: But wasnât it clear that John wanted only to work with Yoko? LINDA: No. I know that Paul was desperate to write with John again. And I know John was desperate to write . . . desperate. People thought, Well, heâs taking care of Sean, heâs a househusband and all that, but he wasnât happy. He couldnât write and it drove him crazy. And Paul could have helped himâeasily.
(Paul and Linda McCartney, Dec.1984, interview with Joan Goodman for Playboy, 1984)
PLAYBOY: "Aside from the millions you've been offered for a reunion concert, how did you feel about producer Lorne Michaels' generous offer of $3200 for appearing together on 'Saturday Night Live'..?" LENNON: "Oh, yeah. Paul and I were together watching that show [April 26, 1976]. He was visiting us at our place in the Dakota. We were watching it and almost went down to the studio, just as a gag. We nearly got into a cab, but we were actually too tired." PLAYBOY: "How did you and Paul happen to be watching TV together?" LENNON: "That was a period when Paul just kept turning up at our door with a guitar. <âŠ> âŠhe and Linda walked in and he and I were just sitting there, watching the show, and we went, 'Ha-ha, wouldn't it be funny if we went down?' but we didn't."
(John Lennon, 1980, interview with David Sheff for Playboy)
Paul recounts the SNL story a few months after it happened
(audio)
Backstage after the first show [May 24, 1976] McCartney phoned his old songwriting partner at the Dakota. Paul had expected John not to attend, but hoped that he might*. He would miss the second show [May 25] too, because he and Yoko were flying to Los Angeles that day. âThey said they were glad the show went well. And we left it at that,â Paul reported. John did, however, request a pair of tickets to the second show for Seanâs babysitter.
(The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
*Why it was so important (and John knew it)
During their trip [27-30 April 1977] the McCartneys were also hoping for a springtime reunion with John and Yoko and paid a surprise visit to the Dakota. But their timing was terrible: John and Yoko were busily preparing for an upcoming trip to Japan while also dealing with Sean as he approached the Terrible Twos. The McCartneys did not make it past the front door of Apartment 72.
(The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
It's ten years since I really communicated with him. I know as much about him as he does about me, which is zilch. About two years ago, he turned up at the door. I said, 'Look, do you mind ringin' first? I've just had a hard day with the baby. I'm worn out and you're walkin' in with a damn guitar!"
(John Lennon, The September 29th 1980 issue of Newsweek)
LENNON: "That was a period when Paul just kept turning up at our door with a guitar. I would let him in, but finally I said to him, 'Please call before you come over. It's not 1956 and turning up at the door isn't the same anymore. You know, just give me a ring.' He was upset by that, but I didn't mean it badly. I just meant that I was taking care of a baby all day and some guy turns up at the door⊠PLAYBOY: "Was that the last time you saw Paul?" LENNON: "Yes, but I didn't mean it like that."
(John Lennon, 1980, interview with David Sheff for Playboy)
PAUL: When Sean (John and Yoko's son) was first born, I visited him a few times at the Dakota (Lennon's apartment house in New York). And then it had gone snotty. I used to turn up without calling him. One time, he got annoyed with me. He said, 'Well, look, man⊠Why do you just keep turning up here and surprise us? Why don't you just call first?' And I took that the wrong way. After that, I don't think I did see him.
(Paul McCartney, spring of 1982, interview with Jim Miller for Newsweek)
That came about when I was just sitting around in the studio one day [May 5, 1977], doing rock ânâ roll kind of chords, just very simple bluesy kind of chords. And I just had the chorus. And the rest of it I used to just mumble. So we did it on the boat with me mumbling the vocal track and just shouting âIâve had enoughâ when it comes to the chorus. And I wrote some words to it and again we finished that off in London.
(Paul McCartney BBC Radio 1, 1978)
PLAYBOY: In most of his interviews, John said he never missed the Beatles. Did you believe him? PAUL: I donât know. My theory is that he didnât. Someone like John would want to end the Beatle period and start the Yoko period. And he wouldnât like either to interfere with the other. As he was with Yoko, anything about the Beatles tended inevitably to be an intrusion. So I think he was interested enough in his new life to genuinely not miss us.
(Paul McCartney, Dec.1984, interview with Joan Goodman for Playboy, 1984)
Buchan [Alasdair Buchan of the Daily Mirror] pressed McCartney on John Lennonâs recent assertion that he had made his contribution to society and did not plan to work again. âHeâs full of wind, isnât he?â McCartney scoffed. âMaybe he isnât going to work anymore, but itâs no skin off my nose. Itâs really up to John. Iâve heard him talk like that before. . . . I think he must be very bored now.â [November 1977]
(Demos to roll off the Lennon production line during this period included âReal Love,â âNow and Then,â âFree as a Bird,â âWhat Ever Happened To?â and âShe Is a Friend of Dorothyâs.â)
(The McCartney Legacy: Volume 2: 1974-1980 by Allan Kozinn and Adrian Sinclair, 2024)
PLAYBOY: "You say you haven't listened to Paul's work and haven't really talked to him since that night in your apartmentâŠ" LENNON: "Really talked to him, no, that's the operative word. I haven't really talked to him in ten years. Because I haven't spent time with him. I've been doing other things and so has he. You know, he's got 25 kids and about 20,000,000 records out. How can he spend time talking? He's always working."
(John Lennon, 1980, interview with David Sheff for Playboy)
âŠIf I had known John was going to die I would not have been as stand-offish as I was. You know how people are in relationships. If someone tells you to piss off you say well piss off yourself then. You donât realise that there may be pain and itâs very hard to say Jesusâs thing. You know â turning the other cheek. âOK, you can tell me to piss off but I still think youâre greatâ. If I knew John was going to die I would have made a lot more effort to try and get behind his mask and try and get a better relationship with him. As it was I think I did have a pretty good relationship with him but when he started slagging me off I was not prepared to say âwell youâre quite rightâ because Iâm human. <âŠ> I just turned round and said piss off. Had I known it was going to be that final â that quick â I would not have said that. <âŠ> Thatâs my regret really where I now see what I could have said, listen and put my arm round himâŠ
(Paul McCartney, 1983, interview with Neil Tilly for fanzine BREAKOUT! (Issue 15) Aug/Sept 1983)
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dogs, deers and rats?

you tell sirius how you feel about dogs.... safe to say he gets much too defensive about it.
poly!marauders x reader
genre: fluff
words: 1.1k
a/n: this is repost, bc my acc got deleted, I will miss you 900 notes...
"Hello-" before the words could leave your mouth, a limp body has thrown itself at you with a thump on the bed.
"Sirius, what the hell?" The words leave your mouth, but your hands find themselves in his hair as usual, removing strands of them from his face to see him more clearly. He looks up from where he had buried his face and leans to press his lips to yours. He breaks it off for a second just to say, "I missed you so much, my sweetest angel," and kisses you again.
"Oi, let us see her face too." says James as he settles himself beside Remus on the couch after he had draped a blanket over Remus. He didn't look that bad, but the tired and weary expression on his face was unmistakable.
You were treading water as you looked at Remus and extended a hand to beckon him to you, but Sirius was quick to snatch it to himself and say,
"No, first me, then you can do whatever." Sirius says as he wraps himself around you even closer, but you only laugh and say,
"Your time never ends, Sirius."
He lets out a scuff of disbelief before resorting to kissing your neck and shoulders, no answer to your accusation.
"What happened?" You ask James and Remus, breaking them from their conversation.
James was quick to answer, "Oh our dear Moony got himself into a tussle with this giant dog. Scratched him up a bit." For some odd reason, Remus only laughed at this.
"Oh my god, are you alright? Are you hurt?" You ask, your voice incredulous, mostly because that sounds like something Sirius, or James would do, not Remus.
Worry and annoyance both flooded your brain, but the former took over and you made a movement to get up and go towards Remus, but that was hard to do when you had a whole human being draped around you.
"Sirius, get off of me." He whined in defense and only tightened his grip and responded, "Don't worry about him, he's fine."
"I'm alright, sweetheart." Remus assures you from his seat, "And I'd rather just stretch for a while." He stretches his shoulders back and a groan of relief escapes him.
You take that as a confirmation and settle down, still skeptical of his answer. The silence doesn't go on for too long before you speak up,
"See, this is why I don't like dogs."
To someone else, it would've seemed like this was the biggest breaking news ever because Sirius stopped his ministrations and immediately distanced himself from you. Remus' eyebrows were raised with an amused smile, and James was looking directly at Sirius with a somewhat pitiful face.
"What did you say?" He asks, his voice flabbergasted.
You looked dumbfounded as if a deer in headlights by his dramatic question,
"I said I don't like dogs that much."
"Angel, how could you say that?" He asks, his eyes holding an expression of betrayal, a bit too dramatic.
You chuckle at his question, and say,
"I didn't know you had such dispositions for dogs." Your eyebrow raised in amusement as a smile adorned your lips.
James was pissing himself laughing on the couch, his hands clutching his chest to catch his breath. You looked at him, your expression amused and confused.
"How could you not like dogs? They're-" his hands fumble around as if to prove a point, "They're lovely!" You roll your eyes, having heard that argument, as if that's enough of an explanation.
"I'm not saying they're not lovely, they're just, you know," you shrug, "not for me."
Sirius' jaw hung open in disbelief and James was now on the half on the floor and half on the couch as his laugh got higher and higher.
"This is the funniest thing I will ever witness." He struggles to get out in between fits of laughter.
"What the hell is so funny?" You asked, feeling a bit out of the loop as to why this is such a big deal.
"It's just they're so clingy, and loud and obnoxious. I just want to come home and relax, and not have someone jumping through hoops for my attention." You continued to explain yourself, looking around for answers.
Now it was Remus' turn to release a bark of laughter as he joined James in his world. Tears had formed around Remus' eyes, his face red and James' glasses were nearly falling off, but he didn't seem to care. Remus could not get over how you had just described Sirius, just in a different form.
"Shut up, you two." Sirius barked at James and Remus which only caused their joy to increase. He turned to regard you,
"Angel, take it back, say you don't mean that."
Now even you were laughing at the situation.
"Don't you think you're taking this a bit too personally?"
James was now punching the sofa cushion as Remus' head fell back, his entire body shaking with laughter, "How else would he take it?" he says, to whom in particular you're not sure.
"Well, it's because they're lovely. Dogs are great." He defends himself, crossing his arms with a huff.
"Well I'm happy you've found your passion for animals, but dogs aren't my favourite. I'm sorry, okay?"
You extend your hand to touch his face, a form of apology, but he only pulls away,
"I can't believe you'd say that to my face, angel." He put his hands in in defense, "And fuck you two, too." He says to James and Remus. Remus was wiping his tears and James was adjusting his glasses, finally breaking their spell of laughter.
Sirius had refused your affections(which he regretted deeply now), because he now saw James take the opportunity and settle himself on your lap. He was still grinning like a maniac, much to Sirius' annoyance, when he suddenly asked,
"What do you think about deers, or stags?" You stopped running your hands through his hair as pure confusion filled your brain,
"What kind of question IS THAT?" Now it was Sirius' turn to laugh, as he clapped his hands in delight,
"I'm just asking! I can't have your opinion?" He says, forcing your hands to comb through his hair again, but your mind couldn't figure out how the conversation goes from dogs to deers.
"I don't know James, I don't think about deers that often."
"You wound me, princess." says James dramatically, as he imitates being stabbed in his heart.
"What about rats?" You heard from the door, seeing Peter come in. He must have heard a little bit of their conversation.
His question only confused you further, if that was even possible.
"You went from dogs, to deers, and now rats." You raise your hands in defeat,
"I can't do this anymore"
Remus throws his head back laughing, his eyes crinkled, and you think that might be the only good thing to come out of the whole debacle.
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Summary: You call an emergency meeting with your friends to figure out how to deal with Lawâs unhinged exâwho crossed the line by sending two punks to break into your home. The discussion quickly turns chaotic, with no real solution in sight. But amidst the frustration and tension, something shifts. The situation brings out a side of you that no one, not even you, had fully realized before.
Tags: Law x Reader, Modern Au, the gang with penguin shachi nami and bonney, Reader dominating Law ⥠n.sfw
a.n.: I'm back from the fucking dead, took me a good while. Personal life had me in a sexy choke hold. Anyway hope you enjoy the smut which is like 4k words long opsi...Enjoy! âĄ
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âDamn nice, Y/N! High five!â
âItâs not fucking nice, you idiots!â
Namiâs hand snapped sharply across the back of Shachi and Penguinâs head, cutting their excitement short about you wielding Kikoku like a hero in some cliche action movie, even though you didn't one. The two were still grinning like fools, impressed that youâd scared those punks away, but Nami wasn't in for cheers, clearly.
âThis is serious!â
You sat across from them in the armchair, your arms folded tightly over your chest, unconsciously protecting yourself. You were starting to regret even telling your friends, but at the same time, there was a small sense of relief. Knowing that they were aware of what had happened made you feel less...alone.
âYeah, itâs not funnyâouch! What the fuck Nami?!â
âAnd you-!â Nami whipped around to point at Law, her anger now zeroing in on your boyfriend who just came back from work. He almost regretted coming home. His ears were already ringing. âWhat were you thinking with that whole âlet me go to their place and work out a dealâ crap? Whatâs wrong with you?!â
"I was trying to fix things!" Law shot back, his voice edged with frustration. He barely had the energy to argue, but the accusation grated on his nerves.
With a tired sigh, he dropped into a chair, yanking off his helmet and tossing it into some forgotten corner. After hours of exhaustion, the last thing he needed was a lecture testing what little patience he had left.
âFix things? Fix things?! Youâre lucky you didnât get stabbed, dumbass!â
âNot gonna lie Law, I didnât see that one coming,â Bonney chimed in, crossing her legs as she lounged against the couch. Her face was painted with equal parts disbelief and judgment. âThat areaâs shady as hell. What were you even hoping to accomplish by showing up there?â
You silently agreed Bonneyâs words. As much as you appreciated Lawâs protectiveness, what heâd done was reckless. Whatever information he was looking for, you couldâve told himâif you hadnât been too shaken up that night to give him the full story.
âYeah, seriously,â Penguin added, still rubbing the back of his head where Nami had landed her hit. âWhat kind of âhelpâ could they even offer?â
âI donât know, alright? It felt like having them on our side wasnât the worst idea. Yukiâs clearly up to something illegal.â
âOh great, so hiring two random thugs who also do illegal shit is your genius plan?â Nami shot back, her tone was dripping with furious sarcasm.
âNamiâs right,â Bonney agreed yet again, tossing her hands up. âBesides, youâve got Shachi and Penguin. No need for hired muscle. Those two are perfectly capable for stupid shit.â
âHey what's that supposed to mean?!â
"I'm not going to drag my friends into illegal matters!"
âOh for fuckâs sake, this isnât helping!â Nami cut in, pinching the bridge of her nose. This was getting out of hand, and no one was actually being helpful.
âWell then you come up with something better!â Penguin shot back defensively.
âHow aboutâoh, I donât knowâcalling the cops?â
âWith what evidence?â "You got three witnesses don't you?" "Yea, nah forget about that. I promised them to not call the cops on them." "Why?!" "It was a deal for fucks sake!" "Fuck your stupid deal!"
The room spiraled into overlapping voices as everyone tried to argue their point, while you watched from the sideline. Frustration buzzed like static electricity, and the longer it went on, the tighter your chest felt. You couldnât take it anymore. It was too much.
âEnough, please!â
The room fell silent. Everyone turned to look at you, the sudden sound of your voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. You let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to sit up straighter.
âYelling at each other isnât helping. And neither is reckless shit like barging into their place...â
Lawâs gaze softened slightly, but he didnât respond.
â...Nor trying to call the cops on someone who clearly knows what sheâs doing,â you continued, casting a glance at Nami.
Nami opened her mouth but hesitated. The edge in her voice disappeared, her expression shifting to something more grounded. âWhatâs your plan, then?
You leaned your head back into the armchair, exhaling slowly. For the first time, you felt a little more in control, a little more sure of yourself. The panic that had gripped you earlier was gone, replaced with something steadier, sharper.
This wasnât about Law, not really. It wasnât even about you, not in the way it seemed on the surface.
It was all about control.
She was proving the power she held over youâhow effortlessly she could manipulate your emotions and those of everyone around you. First, she tricked you with her charm. Then, she turned Lawâs parents against you. And finally, she even deceived two completely uninvolved peopleâKid and Killerâjust to terrify you. While doing all of that, she also proved just how untouchable she was. And so, you were left completely hopeless at her mercy.
But you refused to give her that satisfaction any longer.
"I'm going to play by her rules," you said suddenly, your voice steadyâcalm, but unshakable.
The words hung in the air like a bombshell.
âWhat?!â
âYou canât be serious..."
âY/N, donât let her drag you down to her level."
Across the room, Law sat in silence, his forearms resting loosely on his knees. Though his posture seemed calm, the slight furrow of his brows and the tight line of his lips told a different story. He wasnât rushing to argue, but his silence wasnât surrender either.
He was watching you carefully, trying to piece together your motive.
You sat forward, clasping your hands together. âItâs not about getting even. Itâs about showing her that she canât control meâor anyone else. She thrives on chaos. Thatâs her fuel. If I take it awayâŠâ
âYou donât think thatâs a huge risk?â Shachi cut in, his voice laced with concern. âWhat if it backfires?â
A faint smile crossed your lips as you leaned back into the chair. âThatâs what backup is for, isnât it?â
âYouâre seriously considering working with them?â
âItâs a win-win. Kid and Killer already have their own grudge against her. Yuki fed them some bullshit about Lawâs apartment being empty so they could rob itânow theyâre pissed.â
Law raised his eyebrows slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. Smart move, he thought, though he wasnât surprisedâyou always had a sharp mind.
What did catch him off guard, though, was how determined you wereânot just to get back at Yuki, but to do it with precision, with style. You werenât acting on blind rage; you understood her motives, and you were using that against her.
And damn, if that didnât make you even more captivating in his eyes.
Your gaze swept across the room until it landed on Law.
He leaned back slightly, his posture more relaxed now, but there was something else. The way he was looking at youâit was the same way he did when you had him teetering on the edge of desire.
A slow, heated stare that sent a shiver down your spine.
Goosebumps prickled your skin, but you forced yourself to stay calm, refusing to let him see just how much that look affected you.
Bonneyâs voice snapped you back to reality, pulling you from the intensity of Lawâs gaze. You turned to look at her, shaking off the lingering heat in your chest.
"And what exactly are you planning to do?" she asked, arms crossed, curiosity laced with skepticism.
You met her eyes without hesitation. "Wait for the right moment to hit her where it hurts."
Taking a deep breath, you slid your keys into the freshly repaired lock and pushed the door open. Even after everything that had happened, you refused to let fear dictate your life. This was your home. No one would take that from you. Not after the break-in. Not ever.
You tossed your bag aside, the sound of it hitting the floor punctuating your resolve. Law followed close behind, shutting the door with a quiet click.
âYou sure you want to stay hereââ
The entire ride back to your apartment, everyoneâincluding your boyfriendâkept asking if you were sure about going home after the break-in. You understood their concern, but you refused to let Yuki dictate your life and the constant questioning grated on your nerves. Going back to your apartment was the first step in taking back control.
Law blinked, slightly taken aback. Something about you was... different. And frankly, he wasnât sure how to handle it.
You dropped onto the couch with a heavy sigh, muttering under your breath, âIf she pulls something like this again, Iâll make sure she gets locked up in some filthy, rat-infested cell where she belongs.â
Law leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched you from a distance. His raised eyebrow caught your attention.
âWhat?â you snapped, your eyes narrowing dangerously as you focused on him.
He didnât answer. Just tilted his head, observing you like you were some kind of unsolved mystery.
âFor fuckâs sake, speak. Use your words, Law.â
âItâs nothing,â he said with a shrug, though the hint of a smirk tugged at his lips as he moved to sit beside you rubbed you the wrong way. Clearly, it wasnât nothing. You werenât stupidâyou knew exactly what was on his mind.
âWhat?â you pressed again, voice sharper now. âWhat do you expect me to do? Roll over and play the victim? Cry to some cop or, worse, those two useless punks? Hell no. Iâm done with her games.â
Law glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and for some reason, it made your blood boil. His silence grated on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard.
âWhatâs your problem?â you demanded, sitting up on your knees to face him. You inched closer, your brow furrowed in frustration. âSpit it out, already.â
He tilted his head again, that infuriating little grin growing wider by the second.
Your patience snapped. âListen here, just because you thought dating some unhinged psycho was a good idea doesnât mean Iâm going to deal with the fallout! First, she leads me into a dangerous situation, then she breaks into my home, and letâs not forgetâshe mocked me. Right in front of your parents!â You jabbed your finger into his chest to emphasize each word, but Law didnât flinch. If anything, the grin on his face grew.
Seeing him so smug only fueled your frustration. âIâll show her what East Blue people are made of. She messed with the wrong person. And if she thinks she can come between us? She can fuck right off. Youâre mine, Law. Mine.â
Lawâs grin turned into a full-on lazy smirk, his stormy eyes finally meeting yours. âIs that so?â
âYes,â You were practically nose-to-nose with him, your fiery determination burning brighter than ever.
He studied you for a long moment, clearly enjoying the spark in your eyes, the raw defiance that radiated off you in waves. He loved seeing you like this, even if heâd never admit it out loud.
But just as he opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly sassy, you cut him off, your voice a quiet, a lethal whisper.
âYouâre mine.â
The words hung heavy in the air. For a split second, his smirk faltered. You caught itâthat flicker of surprise in his eyes, the subtle hitch in his breath. He wasnât used to this. Not from you. Not this unrelenting dominance.
You were done being the victim, suffocated by everything Yuki had put you through. The frustration had been building, and now, it was spilling over. Controlâsomething you had been desperate to reclaimâwas shifting, and this time, it was aimed at Law.
âAnd what exactly do you plan to do about it?â he challenged you clearly, his tone light but laced with something deeper, something that sent a shiver down your spine.
You didnât answer. Not with words, anyway. Instead, you closed the remaining distance between you, your body pressing flush against his. Laws back hit the edge of the couch, his balance faltering for just a moment as you pushed him down onto the cushions. His hands instinctively reached out to steady himself, but you were already straddling him, pinning him in place.
âWhat theââ Law started, but you cut him off with a searing kiss, your lips claiming his with a wildness that left no room for argument. It wasnât soft nor gentle; it was hungry, demanding, and it caught him completely off guard. His hands gripped your hips, whether to push you away or pull you closer, you werenât sureâand you didnât care. All that mattered was the way his body responded to yours, the way his breath stuttered against your lips, the way his usually composed facade began to crack.
When you finally pulled back, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes darker than youâd ever seen them. There was no trace of that smug smirk nowâjust unfiltered intensity.
âWhatâs the matter, Law?â you purred, your voice low and teasing as you leaned in closer, âNot so confident now, are you?â
He let out a low, breathless laugh, his grip tightening on your hips. âRage suits you,â he admitted, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.
âDonât get used to itâŠ,â you replied, nipping at his earlobe before trailing kisses down his neck. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to unravel him completely. You could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath you, the way his fingers dug into your skin, the way his breathing grew more erratic with each passing second.
And then, with a suddenness that made him gasp, you rolled your hips against his, grinding down hard. His head fell back against the cushions, a low growl escaping his throat, âF-Fuck...â
âThatâs the idea,â you quipped, grinning as you continued while your hands roaming over his chest, slipping beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin.
Your lips found his again, this time softer but no less insistent. He kissed you back with equal fervor, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. His hands slid up your sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake, before settling on your shoulders. He tried to shift, to regain some semblance of control, but you werenât having it. You broke the kiss just long enough to grab his wrists, pinning them above his head.
His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, you thought he might fight back. But then, something shifted in his expressionâa dark, daring spark that made your heart race. âWill you look at thatâŠ,â he murmured, his voice husky. âLooks like someoneâs feeling bold tonight.â
âYou don't like the taste of your own medicine, hm?,â you shot back, your confidence not faltering for one second. You leaned down, capturing his lips once more, your bodies pressed so tightly together there was no space left for doubt, no room for hesitation.
His hips bucked against yours, a silent plea for more, and you obliged, rolling yours in slow, deliberate circles against his clothed core. The friction was maddening, the heat building between you almost unbearable. He groaned against your lips, his restraint slipping further with each passing second.
You released his wrists, letting your hands roam freely over his body, exploring every inch of him. His shirt was discarded in one swift motion, tossed aside without a second thought. His bare chest was a canvas of lean muscle and inked skin, and you traced them with your fingertips, marveling at how his breath hitched with every touch.
âDamn it,â he muttered, his voice hoarse. âIf you keep this upâŠâ
âWhat?â you teased, pausing to look him in the eye. âYou will what?â
He didnât answer. Instead, he grabbed your hips and tried flipped you over, but you were quicker. You grabbed his wrists once more and harshly pinned them down again.
âNo,â you repeated, your voice firm but laced with a dangerous edge. âYou donât get to take control tonight.â
"You really dare huh?", he asked, his voice was weaker, almost out of breath, lacking any real bite. The sudden shift of roles took Law by surprise, and we wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
Your lips curled into a sly smile as your fingers deftly worked the buckle, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. âYou have no idea,â You didnât give him time to respond, didnât let him regain that smug composure he wore so well. Instead, you leaned in, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered, âHands.â
Law raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his gaze. But before he could retort, you grabbed his wrists, pulling them together firmly. He didnât resist, not really, though you could feel the slight tension in his muscles, the way his body instinctively wanted to push back against being restrained. It isnât often someone takes control from him, you thought, a thrill running through you at the realization.
You looped the belt around his wrists, tightening it just enough to hold him in place without causing discomfort. His pulse thudded beneath your fingertips, steady but quickening as you secured the makeshift restraint. You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, and for once, the smirk on his face wasnât entirely mocking. There was something different there, something hungry.
âGood boy,â you purred, the words slipping out before you could second-guess them. His eyes narrowed, but he didnât protest. Instead, he tilted his head, his expression shifting into something more predatory, even with his hands remained bound.
"You're enjoying this too much," he growled, his voice low and edged with danger. It felt like you had caught a wild wolf, testing the limits of its restraint. And you were reveling in it.
Slowly, you straightened your posture, letting a smug smile curl on your lips as you met his gaze head-on. "You look beautiful like this, sweetheart." A light chuckle escaped your lips, as you gently grabbed his jaw and turned it from side to side, inspecting your little prey.
âYou little...,â he muttered, his voice strained, his usual smirk replaced by something far more primal.
Amusement formed on your lips, as you slowly began to undress the last bits of clothes off him. The belt was gone already, and his jeans followed suit with his underwear. You left Law naked on the couch, as you stood in front of him to undress yourself.
You could see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, watching you take of your clothes like it was a strip show. You lifted your top painfully slow and revealed your tits tightly caged in your bra, snapped it open and made them spill out. In a sensual manner, you swayed your hips to wiggle out of your underwear, just to present yourself in all your glory. Law wanted to touch you so badly, with his hands tied above his head, it was simply impossible. He dug his nails into the leather of his belt, flexing his arms while he was restrained.
"You're going to pay for this..." His voice was weaker than before, lust fogging his brain. He didn't know what you were doing to him, he was truly at your mercy.
"Big words for someone in your position..." A low chuckle left your lips as your straddled him once more. You grabbed between your thighs to get a hold on his throbbing cock, rubbing it painful slow against your wet folds. Law let out a shivering moan. Fuck, he wasn't used to being teased. This was sweet torture. "Tonight you're my little toy to play with."
"Tch, don't get ahead of yours-ah, f-fuck...!" He couldn't even finish his weak words of defense. You already lowered yourself on his cock, letting him enter inch by inch.
His head fell back against the couch, a strangled sound escaping his throat as you moved, taking what you wanted from him without restraint. You rode him slowly at first, bouncing your hips in a controlled manner as you watched Law beneath you with intense eyes. His wrists were bound tightly with his own belt, the leather digging into his skin every time he tried to tug against it. He was yours. Completely, utterly yours. And you were going to make sure he felt it.
"Ah... shit..." Lawâs voice cracked, his jaw clenched as he tried to keep some semblance of composure. But it was hardâso damn hardâwhen you were moving like that, your hips rolling with a maddening rhythm that had his toes curling against the couch cushions. "Youâreâughâyouâre fucking cruel, you know that?" You smirked, leaning forward slightly to hover over him, your breath hot against his ear mixed with moans escaping your lips. "Cruel?" you purred, your voice dripping with mock innocence. "It's cruel when I do it, but not when you're the one on top?" You punctuated your words with a sharp grind of your hips, drawing a low groan from him that made your stomach twist with satisfaction.
Lawâs eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Fuck... I didnâtâahâmean it like that..." he managed to choke out, his words breaking as you shifted again, your walls tightening around him in a way that made his head spin.
You chuckled softly, your fingers trailing down his chest, nails lightly scraping over his skin. "Too late," you murmured, your voice low and teasing. "Youâve been driving me crazy for weeks. Always so⊠in control. Always so smug. But not tonight." You leaned back, your hands resting on his thighs as you increased your pace slightly, watching him unravel beneath you.
Lawâs breath hitched, his hips jerking upward instinctively, but you pressed a firm hand against his stomach, pinning him down. "Uh-uh," you chided, your voice firm but laced with amusement. "Youâre not in charge here. Tonight, youâre going to take what I give you. And youâre going to like it."
"Bitch..." he growled with a weak grin, though there was no real venom in his tone. If anything, it sounded more like a plea, his voice trembling with a mix of frustration and need.
You laughed, the sound deep and throaty, and it only seemed to make him squirm more. "Call me whatever you want, baby," you said, your voice dripping with confidence. "But we both know youâre loving this."
He didnât respondâcouldnât respondâas you began to move faster, your hips slamming down onto him with a force that made his vision blur. His hands clenched into fists, the leather of the belt creaking softly as he pulled against it, but he was trapped. Helpless. And it was driving him wild.
"Fuck... fuck..." Lawâs voice was barely above a whisper now, his usual composure shattered as he stared up at you with wide, desperate eyes. "You had your fun, let me just-..."
You tilted your head, a slow, wicked smile spreading across your lips. "Youâre going to take it," you whispered, your voice husky and full of promise. "Because Iâm not done with you yet."
You leaned forward again, your hands gripping the back of the couch on either side of his head as you ground down against him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your lips brushed against his ear, your breath warm as you spoke. "You look so good like this..."
He let out a choked moan, his hips jerking upward again, but you held him down easily, your body moving in a way that left him gasping. "Youâre mine tonight," you continued, your voice soft but commanding. "And Iâm going to make sure you remember it."
"S-Surley, you learned from the best after all...." he managed to rasp somehow confident but he was melting in your tight grip, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to ignore the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. Every movement, every word, only seemed to push him closer to the edge.
Law let out a throaty moan as you pushed down just at the right angle. His head rolled back against the couch, his body shuddering beneath you. You licked your lips in satisfaction, your hips moving faster now, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
His breath hitched, his body tensing as he teetered on the edge, his hands tugging uselessly against the belt above his head, making his muscles flex and pop out even more. "Iâfuck, Iâm going toâ"
"Not yet," you interrupted, your voice firm as you slowed your movements, pulling back just enough to keep him on that knifeâs edge. "Not until I say so."
Law let out a strangled moan, biting down on his lips as he tried to regain some semblance of control. But it was no use. You had him exactly where you wanted him, and he knew it.
You leaned down again, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Now."
That one word seemed to shatter whatever restraint he had left. His body tensed, his hips jerking upward as he came with a low, guttural groan that seemed to echo through the room. You watched him, a satisfied smile playing on your lips as you continued to move, milking every last drop of pleasure from him until he was left trembling and spent beneath you.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, the only sound in the room the sound of your heavy breathing. Then, Law let out a soft, almost disbelieving laugh, his eyes opening to meet yours. "Youâre a fucking menace," he murmured, his voice hoarse but laced with affection.
You grinned, leaning down to brush a kiss against his lips. "And you love me for it," you whispered, your voice teasing as you slowly climbed off of him, your legs shaky but your confidence unwavering. "Now⊠letâs see if youâre ready for round two."
Lawâs eyes widened, a mix of dread and anticipation flickering across his face as you reached for the belt around his wrists, your fingers deftly undoing the buckle. "Youâre killing me, woman..." he groaned, though there was no real protest in his tone. If anything, it sounded more like a challengeâone you were more than ready to accept.
Law thought he was finally free when you undid the belt, but life was pretty unfair tonight, and he couldn't protest with the soreness in his arms. You quickly pulled a chair closer, let him sit down and pulled his hands behind his back, tying together once more. "I don't even know why I let you away with this..." He muttered, still breathless from round one, while you seemed to have all the energy in the world as you stood in front of him, with your hands on your hips in a satisfied stance. "Cuz you love me."
Law couldn't resist. A lazy smile formed on his lips as he let you straddle him again. His hands once more tied together behind the chair, long legs spread and with you sitting on his cock.
Leaning forward, you braced your hands on his chest, your movements becoming sharper, more erratic from the get go. Law let out a almost painful grunt. You didn't give him time to rest, yet his cock had his mind of his own, already hardening once more. Pearls of sweat covered your bodies, as you rode Law mercilessly a second time.
âLook at me,â you demanded, your voice sharp and commanding in between sinful moans.
He obeyed immediately, his stormy grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath. There was no trace of his usual arrogance now, no smugness or teasing. Just raw, unfiltered desireâand something deeper, something that made your heart race even faster.
âSay it,â you whispered breathlessly, your voice trembling slightly despite your efforts to keep it steady. âSay youâre mine.â
For a moment, he hesitated, his jaw tightening as if the words were a battle he didnât want to lose. But then his resolve crumbled, shattered by the sheer force of your willâand the relentless rhythm of your hips. âIâm yours,â he growled, the words rough and unsteady. âDamn it, Iâm yours.â
The admission sent a thrill through you, a wave of triumph that made you smile in satisfaction. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and electric. His head tipped back, a groan escaping his lips, and you reveled in the sound.
âLook at me,â you demanded, your voice firm despite the way your own body trembled with pleasure. His eyes snapped to yours, hazy but focused, and you could see itâthe moment his control shattered completely. Law let loose, and listened to every command you made.
His name spilled from your lips as you picked up the pace, your movements growing more urgent, more desperate. His hands strained against the belt, his entire body taut as he fought to keep himself anchored. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter, until you were both teetering on the edge.
His voice broke as he moaned your name, the sound sending a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss as you finally let go, the world blurring around you as you spiraled together into bliss.
While your orgasm had been building up since round one and took you like a crashing wave, Law filled you up a second time, making a mess out of where you two were connected. You moved a bit longer, until your thighs shivered from the exhausting, before you finally stopped and let your body fall against his.
"Fuck you ruined me..." Law let his head fall back, two orgasms without a break really drained him, and the whole experience of you taking control added up to the whole excitement, ending in a blissful exhaustion.
You stay in that position a bit longer, until your legs had enough strength to stand up. Law thought it was over and he was finally free from the belt, but the look on your face was telling him otherwise.
"...You're going to be the death of me..."
After you rode him once more like a animal in heat, Law sat there completely drenched in sweat, rubbing his sore wrists, while you came back from the bathroom, throwing a damp towel towards him. He grabbed it weakly, trying to catch his breath. God, you really ruined him, he felt like he was going to pass out. Since when did you have so much stamina?
He felt like you emptied his balls for a whole month.
âI want payment, for my soul you fucked out of me.â Law looked at you, wet strands of raven hair clinging to his face, his breath still coming fast, as if heâd just run a marathon. Yet, despite his exhaustion, he managed a weak, amused grin.
You chuckled softly, shaking your head as you slowly gathered your scattered clothes from the floor. âAre you my slut now, or what?â
âYou surely made me feel like that.â Law chuckled weakly and leaned his head back, exhausted eyes still following your movement.
âUhu, sure. Donât tell me you didnât like it.â With a smug grin you offered him his underwear, while you took the liberty to slip on his hoodie.
âShut up and order us something. Itâs the least you can do for your whore.â He let out a quiet chuckle, ruffling your hair playfully.
âFine, fine. You want pizza?â With a soft smile â being back to your usual self â you pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek. Law smiled back and hummed, giving you the okay to order.
He let it sink inâthe whole scene playing back in his head. Youâd always been strong-willed, but this⊠this was something else. Heâd never seen you this fiery, this unapologetically fierce. It was new, unexpected. And utterly captivating.
To his surprise, he found himself enjoying it far more than he cared to admit. The raw energy, the pure rage that lit you up from withinâit was electric. It was intoxicating.
And, hell, it was hot.
Law leaned back against the couch, his arms draped lazily along the cushions as he watched you scroll through your phone. His mind started to clear again, though the memory of what had gotten you so fired up lingered in the back of his thoughts.
ââŠYou got a plan for Yuki?â
Without looking up, you handed him your phone so he could pick his part of the food order. You shrugged. âNot yet. I want to take my time with thisâmake it count. Itâs gotta be a one-time thing, you know? Just⊠end it all.â A sigh escaped your lips as you sank further into the couch. âDonât wanna be impulsive like her.â
Law raised an eyebrow as he scrolled through the menu. âYou think sheâs impulsive?â
âYou know her better than I do,â you shot back, glancing at him. âIs she?â
He considered your question, his thumb hovering over the screen. âSheâs emotionally driven, for sure,â he admitted. âBut... weirdly calculated at the same time.â
You let out a chuckle. âYeah, but nothing she does really feels final, does it?â
Law shook his head, setting the phone aside after completing the order. âDoubt she wants it to end.â He glanced at you, his eyes softening slightly as you shifted closer, snuggling into his side. âFeels like she thrives on it. Bet itâs all she thinks about.â
You smirked, resting your head against his shoulder. âWhat an honor. Living rent-free in her head like that.â
As Law still absently rubbed his wrists, as your thoughts began to wander. You knew you had to plan your next move carefully, but something in your gut told you the right opportunity would present itself. You just had to be readyâalert and sharp.

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â§Ëâ Whipped
pairing: bakugou katsuki/f!reader summary: Katsuki comes home to a disaster. In the middle of it is none other than you. contains: established relationship (more like married), domestic mishaps, fluff âą ao3 link a/n: based on a real story... enjoy! đ§Ą
Katsuki swore his soul packed and left his body.
His kitchen. His kitchen, which he had renovated a month ago, was in shambles. It was like a damn hurricane swept through, ravaging everything in its path. Dirty dishes and balled up paper towels everywhere he looked. Smudges of yellow on the counters, on the walls, on the floor, and probably on the ceiling too, but he didnât dare checking. His blood pressure was already up and running in his temples.
Smudges that sparkled in the blinding light as if they were something other thanâŠwhat even were they from?
He inhaled deeply, nose twitching at the strong smell of egg, before finally acknowledging the kneeling person, scrubbing the hell out of the floorâyou.
âWhat the fuck happened to my kitchen?â he gritted in your direction.
You shot him a glare. âShouldnât you ask what the fuck happened to me?â
âYou look fine, but my kitchenâŠâ He pinched the space between his brows. âDid someone break in, or some shit?â
âYeah. The stupid hand blender you bought,â you snapped. âItâs a trap. I wanted an omelet, Katsuki. An omelet! But I was feeling lazy and wanted to skip the beating the eggs by hand, so I thought âHey, letâs try this tool my wonderful husband just bought.ââ The back of your hand smacked your forehead as you groaned, frustrated. âThe eggs flew when I tried whisking them. On the lowest fucking speed!â
He blinked. This couldnât be real. âYou got your ass kicked by eggs? Damn.â
âAre you mocking me right now?â
Not a chance in hell could he stop himself from choking on a laugh. The images his mind worked so hard to visualize were next-level comedy. His pretty wife, all excited for a quick meal, taken out by a slimy blob of protein and whatever the hell was in the yolk.
âNot funny, you jerk!â You hurled the dirty rag at his head, and he dodged to the side, wincing in absolute disgust when it hit somewhere behind with a wet splotch. Hiring a cleaning crew it was. Fuckâs sake.
He tsked, crossing the distance in two long strides and crouching in front of you. A grin broke on his face as he grabbed your face with one hand and squished your cheeks between his gloved fingers. âWanna watch how itâs done?â
âWant to befriend the couch tonight? Maybe snuggle up to that blender from hell?â you shot back, ending it with that sweet, sweet smile that only fueled him into teasing you further. You were too fucking adorable.
In all honesty, he couldnât care less about the mess. You could set the whole house on fire, and heâd still feel this maddening warmth spreading outward from the center of his chest. âAnd have my pretty girl miss me in bed? Not a chance.â
You scoffed. âI wonâtââ
He pulled you into a kiss, shutting down your lie. Sure you werenât going to miss him. As if he didnât know your antics. Half an hour without him in the bed and youâd stomp your way out of the bedroom and sneak into his arms.
He kissed you slow, with every single drop of love his soul had. A silent apology for briefly focusing on what didnât matter. But only for a few moments, because mere moments were all Katsuki could manage before his greediness took over.
Too hot, and too fast, he burned. From the inside out.
And you werenât helping his case. Ravenous little thing, hungry for his taste, for his touch. Yanking him to the floor with you, in the mess you created, eager to make another.
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âÂ·Ë àŒ * PAUL LAHOTE HEADCANNONS đÌž.á

đ childhood friends to lovers with paul
you were always his.
paul lahote has known you his entire life.
even as kids, he gravitated toward you, like some invisible force was always pulling him in your direction.
âyouâre my best friend,â he told you when you were both seven, shoving a slightly crushed flower into your hands with a determined look. âforever.â
he didnât know back then that he loved youâbut he did. even before he understood what love was.
as you both grew up, paul started to notice things about you in ways that made his stomach tighten and his heart ache.
the way your hair caught the sunlight, the way your laugh echoed in his ribs, the way you touched his arm when you talkedâfuck, it made his chest burn.
but you never looked at him the way he looked at you, and that killed him.
he forced himself to act normal, to hide the way his hands itched to touch you, the way his gaze lingered when you werenât looking.
he would have given anything to be the one you turned to with soft, love-drunk eyes.
paul had to watch you date other guys. it nearly drove him insane.
he always put on a frontâsmirking, teasing you, acting like it didnât gut him every time you mentioned some guyâs name.
âso, you and that asshole from school, huh?â he said one night, tossing a rock into the ocean, his jaw clenched so tight it ached. âdidnât think you had such bad taste.â
âshut up, paul,â you laughed, nudging him playfully. but he didnât laugh.
because it wasnât funny to him. it was hell.
but he stayed quiet. because what if telling you the truth meant losing you completely?
he could have kept his feelings buried forever if it werenât for the night he saw you crying over some idiot who didnât deserve you.
you had come to his house, eyes red, voice shaky, looking so fucking sad, and something in him just snapped.
âtell me who it is,â he said, voice dark and dangerous. âiâll kill him.â
âpaulââ
âtell me.â
you shook your head, wiping your eyes. âit doesnât matter.â
didnât matter? no, fuck that. it mattered more than anything.
he exhaled hard, running a hand over his face before muttering, âyou deserve better.â
you huffed a watery laugh. âyeah? like who? you?â
his jaw locked. âyeah,â he said quietly, his hands shaking. âlike me.â
it happened fast.
one second, you were teasing him, and the next, he was cracking open in front of you.
âdo you even know how fucking hard it is?â he burst out suddenly, voice raw, desperate. âloving you like this?â
your breath hitched. âpaulââ
âno.â he shook his head, stepping closer. âyou donât get it. iâve loved you since we were kids. and every single day, iâve had to watch you, knowing iâm not the one you want.â
his hands balled into fists, his breathing uneven. âi thought i could live with that. thought i could be okay just being your friend. but i canât, y/n, i fucking canât.â
his voice broke on the last word, and suddenly, you realizedâhe wasnât just frustrated. he was in agony.
you hadnât realized how much you needed to hear it until that moment.
until you saw the way he was looking at youâlike heâd die if you didnât love him back.
âsay something,â he whispered, voice barely holding together.
you swallowed hard. âiâi donât know what to say.â
his breath shuddered. âthen let me.â
and then his hands were on your face, gentle but desperate, pulling you in as if he had been starving for you his whole life.
the second your lips touched, it was overâall the years of yearning, all the nights spent lying awake thinking about what it would feel like to have you, hold you, be yours.
âgod, finallyâ he groaned against your mouth, fingers gripping you like heâd never let go.
and he never would.
the kiss changed everything.
one second, paul was your best friend, and the next, he was your paul.
he didnât let you go for a long time after that.
he held you so tight, like he was afraid youâd slip through his fingers if he loosened his grip even a little.
when you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breathing uneven.
âyou have no idea how long iâve wanted that,â he whispered, his fingers still tangled in your hair.
you let out a soft laugh, breathless. âi think i have some idea.â
ânot funny.â his lips brushed yours again, barely there, but full of something achingly desperate. âi thought i was gonna go crazy wanting you like that.â
he didnât let go of your hand for the rest of the night.
everything was the same, but also not.
paul still teased you like he always did, still tossed popcorn at you during movie nights, still wrestled you onto the couch playfullyâ
but now, when he pinned you down, his hands lingered. his lips brushed over your cheek before he let you go.
his eyes devoured you like he couldnât believe he was allowed to look at you like this.
and, oh, god, the touchesâ
he was constantly touching you.
his hand on your thigh when you sat together. his fingers tracing your knuckles. his arms pulling you into his chest like it was second nature.
one night, you caught him just staring at you, jaw clenched, hands curled into fists.
âwhat?â you asked, raising an eyebrow.
he exhaled hard, rubbing a hand over his face. ânothing.â
âpaul.â
his eyes flicked to your lips, his entire body tensed, and thenâ
âi just really wanna kiss you again.â
paul had always been overprotective, but now? ten times worse.
if you so much as stumbled, he was there, hands gripping your arms, eyes full of pure panic.
âiâm fine, paul.â
âyou almost died.â
âi tripped over a rock.â
âexactly.â
he hated the thought of anything happening to you. even the idea of losing you sent him into a downward spiral of pure terror.
one night, after a particularly bad nightmare, he woke up shaking, his arms around you too tight.
you stirred, sieepy. âpaul?â
âjustâjust go back to sleep, baby,â he murmured, voice hoarse.
but you didnât miss the way his breath shuddered against your neck.
the next morning, he wouldnât let you out of his sight. when you finally pushed him on it, he sighed, rubbing his face.
âhad a dream you were gone,â he admitted, voice quiet.
you softened instantly, reaching for him. he immediately pulled you in, burying his face in your neck.
âi canât lose you,â he murmured, voice raw.
âyou wonât.â
âpromise me.â his grip on you tightened. âjustâjust promise me.â
paul was obsessed with you in a way he never tried to hide.
he could spend hours just watching you talk, completely mesmerized by every little thing you did.
âpaul,â you teased one day. âyouâre staring.â
âyeah?â his lips twitched. âand?â
âand itâs weird.â
he just grinned, reaching over to pull you onto his lap. âmm, youâll get used to it, baby.â
he also loved reminding you that you were his.
if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, paul was right there, an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.
âsomething you need?â heâd ask, voice low, deadly.
the guy would immediately back off, and paul would just smirk, satisfied, pressing a slow kiss to your neck.
âmine,â heâd murmur. âall mine.â
one night, you were lying on the beach together, his arms wrapped around you, the waves crashing in the distance.
you sighed, content. âcrazy to think we were just kids running around here not that long ago.â
paul hummed, his fingers brushing over your arm absentmindedly. ânot that crazy.â
âwhy?â
he exhaled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. âbecause i think iâve been loving you since then.â
your heart stuttered. âpaulââ
âno, i mean it.â he tightened his grip on you, his voice softer than usual. âi think⊠i think iâve always been yours.â
you turned in his arms, looking up at him, your heart full.
âgood,â you whispered, tracing a hand along his jaw. âbecause iâve always been yours too.â
and paul just melted, pulling you into a slow, aching kissâone that held years of longing, years of desperate, unspoken love finally set free.
paul isnât subtle about how much he wants you to be his forever.
âyou ever think about getting married?â he asks one night, his fingers tracing absent patterns over your skin.
âiâwhat?â you blink up at him, caught off guard.
his lips twitch, but his eyes are serious. âjust wondering.â
you swallow hard. âdo you?â
his jaw clenches for a second, like heâs fighting something deep.
âi think about you,â he says finally. âevery day. every fucking second.â
he exhales softly, leaning in. âand i want all of it, y/n. i want you. forever.â
there was nothing that felt more natural than the way the universe had put you two together. and paul feels that every single every day.
so itâs not surprise he canât hide his wish to be by your side.
itâs late, and paul is standing in the kitchen, watching you move around his space like you belong there.
and suddenly, he canât take it anymore.
âmove in with me.â
you freeze, blinking. âpaulââ
âi mean it.â his voice is soft, but thereâs something urgent underneath. âyou already spend all your time here. just⊠stay.â
he steps forward, hands cradling your face. âstay with me,â he murmurs.
how could you say no to that?
paul lahote doesnât just love you. he owns the feelingâdeep in his bones, in every breath, in every look, in every single second he spends with you.
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OK GOOD PHEW. Whenever something like this happens in a fandom Iâm in I always think itâs funny and am glad to inform the person on whatâs been going on. Stuff like this has happened to me before, with finding out things that are well-known way later than I should have, but this is just on a bigger scale AND itâs right up my alleyway so Iâm like âI SHOULD HAVE KNOWN THIS ALREADY.â
Another thing thatâs funny about my reaction to spirk is that usually when I watch something, I donât develop ships until I see the fandom, and usually the fandom gets me into the ship instead of the show. I watched like five episodes of star trek and deduced myself that there was something homosexual going on between the captain and co-commander. I thought I was being delusional because yknow I donât usually see ships until later. Turns out that yeah, they really are just that gay.
hey gamers Iâve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock
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