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Dolly VI



~ part 6 of the Dolly series
pairing: changbin x afab!reader
genre: smut, fluff, sci-fi
synopsis: Being the CEO of a big company meant you were always buried with work, staying late at the office, never having time to yourself. Your employees have a habit of giving you funny gifts to make you get out and live your life a little, as they say. Even though you expect crazy gifts from them, you never expected to get something that would change your life forever.
wc: 8.0k
warnings: unprotected sex, creampies, oral (m)
~ divider by @bunnysrph
Another sigh passed your lips as you rubbed your temples, the screen in front of you blurring for a moment and making you close your eyes tightly. You leaned back in your chair to stretch, you've been sitting in the same position for hours.
"Wow." you muttered, realizing your legs were actually numb. It was time to get up, at least for a moment, you thought and stood up. You made your way to the big glass windows behind your chair and stared at the view of the city.
Here, on the top of it all stands your dream. You've worked hard to get to where you are, dedicating your entire life only to your career. You knew nothing else but work, yet sometimes it felt as if everything was about to crumble underneath your feet.
A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Come in." you said after clearing your throat.
"Miss, I brought you the papers you asked for." it was your assistant, Maxine. The poor girl had to stay behind with you every time and you made sure to pay her those extra hours well, feeling bad that you had to make her stay here on a Friday night.
You turned and smiled slightly at her, nodding towards your desk.
"You can leave them there. Thank you, Maxine." you said and she nodded, putting the big stack of papers on top of the other, smaller stack you were almost done with.
"You can go home, Maxine. There's no point in you being here plus it's Friday, you must have somewhere better to be than at work." you added and her eyes widened slightly.
"Are you sure miss?" she asked and you nodded.
"Of course, have a good weekend!" you said with a smile.
"Thanks, you too boss!" she smiled back and exited the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts and papers.
You glanced at the table, calculating how long you'll be here but then you noticed a light pink envelope sticking between the papers. With furrowed brows you came closer to the table, pulling the envelope out.
'From your faithful employees, consider this an early birthday gift to the best boss ever!'
You chuckled when you read the writing on it, your fingertips running over the various signatures of your employees. What did they have up their sleeve now?
You opened up the envelope and pulled out the little card inside, reading it quietly.
Hello,
my name is Changbin and I am your strong dolly.
I love going on gym dates and after that eating some good food! I enjoy watching movies so I hope you'll share your favorites with me.
Please be tender with me, even though I seem tough, I need someone to lean on too so don't forget to give me a hug.
Hope you will come to love me as much as I love you.
"What?" you chuckled then saw someone added something on the card.
'We got him delivered to your house, enjoy!'
No way. Did your employees buy you a sex doll?
Your face warmed up instantly. Those bastards, you chuckled to yourself, the nickname more of an endearment than an insult.
Maybe the papers could wait until tomorrow.
-
It was raining hard when you finally parked in front of your building, rushing inside with your bag shielding your head. You almost tripped over your legs, your heels making it hard to run.
The building was completely quiet as you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button 12. You looked down at your watch, it was almost 2am. You shook your head, impatient to see what the gift looked like.
There was a huge box in front of your apartment door and you made your way there quickly.
After unlocking your door, you dragged the box inside, almost falling over a few times. After quickly closing the door and throwing your heels off of your feet, you decided to open the box immediately, no more waiting.
"Oh. Look at that." your heart skipped a beat.
This Changbin doll definitely looked like a man you'd turn your head after if you saw him in the street. At least your employees seemed to know your taste.
At the same time, you were curious, you've never seen a doll that is so humanlike. Gulping, you kneeled down next to the box and reached out to touch his face.
"Tell me your skincare routine." you chuckled, playing with his hair a little.
You noticed a piece of paper stuck between his fingers so you grabbed it gently and looked at it.
My honey!
I chose a comfy outfit for us to enjoy a movie together!
Hope you'll love our first night together as much as I will!
Honey. You blushed profusely at the nickname.
Have I been single for so long that this got me going?, you asked yourself, feeling embarrassed.
Yet, you couldn't even remember the last time someone flirted with you. And if they did, it probably went over your head because you were only thinking about work 24/7. Even now, you had brought the papers home so you can finish everything during the weekend.
Your stomach growled and you stood up, holding the manual for the dolly as you heated up some dinner. You needed to eat healthier food, you knew that. But who has time for cooking when you're working 24/7?
You read the manual carefully, flipping the pages as you ate your dinner; leftovers from yesterday. Not ideal, but you had no other options at this moment. Your face started burning suddenly when you got to the section about what the doll was made for and what it can do.
"Oh my god." you quickly closed the manual with a little giggle. You glanced at the box, deciding to take a shower and get rid of your suit first.
When you were finally refreshed, feeling like a new person, you made your way back to your new doll.
"How do I get you out?" you pursed your lips. Yes, you did some yoga but you had no idea if you could lift up an entire human sized doll.
You pushed the box to your room, putting it next to your bed. With all the strength you could gather you managed to pull Changbin out of the box and place him on top of your covers with your body giving out and plopping down on top of him.
"Oh." you were surprised by the warmth of his body. You didn't really follow the latest technology developments, only using what you needed for work and daily life, but this must be some new and advanced technology you've never come across.
You crawled under the covers, putting them over Changbin too as you grabbed your phone and checked out the site with the dolls. Their primary function was to be used for pleasure but you felt like Changbin could be more than that. Maybe a cuddle buddy? You chuckled and pressed your cheek against his chest as you laid half of your body on top of him. You could feel the muscles underneath the clothes he was dressed in and it made your heart skip a beat.
You continued scrolling through the site, seeing the other doll models, some of them sold out. They were all charming in their own way, but you were sure you'd choose Changbin if you were buying one by yourself.
"Wow, only one of each?"
You scrolled all the way to the end and in the left-hand corner you saw very small letters saying: property of BIMT.
"BIMT?" it sounded so familiar, and you couldn't remember where you had heard that before.
You shrugged, too tired to think or look at your phone anymore so you put it aside and hugged your Changbin dolly, happy to have a warm body to hold during a usually lonely night.
You had never slept this well in your life, so well that you didn't even hear your alarm clock trying to wake you up.
"Fuck!" you exclaimed once your eyes opened and you noticed it was past 10am.
Usually, during the weekend you'd still wake up earlier, around 7am so you could go for a run and do your stretching or yoga session. Plus, the weekend was the only time you could clean up your apartment thoroughly.
What surprised you even more, was that you were turned on for some reason. You must've had some interesting dreams to wake up like this.
Embarrassment seeped into you as you looked at Changbin's face. You scanned around your room as if someone was watching you, which of course no one was. But you felt so awkward using the doll.
You propped yourself on your elbow and hovered over Changbin's face.
"Hello. Good morning." you waved in front of his face but of course he didn't even blink.
"How do I do this?" you chewed on your lip. You observed him for another moment before placing your palm on his chest and tentatively sliding it down. Your hand explored slowly and gently, working yourself up as you touched his defined muscles.
"Huge..." you gasped a little when you gripped at his bicep. Your body was heating up and so was his, the doll was getting excited. You read it in the manual but seeing it happen was something else. Licking your lips, your hand slid down more as you threw your leg over him, your knee brushing against his bulge.
"Oh." your eyes widened and you stopped for a moment to catch your breath, before sliding your hand down to touch him. Your doll was definitely big.
Something inside you snapped and you forgot about being embarrassed quickly as you started moving against his thigh. You whined, finding a good position to where you could straddle his thigh and continued your ministrations. The dolly seemed somehow... happy. Your cheeks warmed up suddenly, it felt like his attention was on you, like his eyes were actually looking at you. Your knee kept brushing against his erection, making him twitch in his pants.
"It's like you're alive." you whispered, mesmerized.
You bit on your lip and decided to rid him of his pants and underwear.
"Oh my." you slapped your hand against your mouth. "Changbin." you giggled after saying his name, it felt good to feel it rolling off of your tongue.
Taken by the moment, you got rid off your clothes and his shirt too, admiring his beautiful body. You wanted to take your time with him and kiss him everywhere, explore him with your hands but that would have to wait for another time when you're not this desperate to get off.
You hovered over him before sitting down, your wet pussy pressed against his hard cock.
"Ah." a little moan escaped your lips as you started grinding on him with slow and languid movements, enjoying the way Changbin's cock kept twitching against you like he wanted in.
Your embarrassment completely disappeared, turning into pure pleasure as your clit kept dragging against him, your pussy clenching to be filled up. You lifted your hips just a little to grab his cock and slowly push it in, even though he was bigger, you took him well like he was made just for you.
You put in the work as you bounced on top of him, your hands roaming on his belly and chest, across his perky nipples as you grabbed at him. He was heating up even more, matching the heat of your body and the hot atmosphere created inside your room. You looked at Changbin's face and gasped, it seemed as if he was smirking ever so slightly. Your pussy clenched at the thought of him being alive and touching you too so you sped up, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room.
"Binnie." you whimpered and he twitched hard. It was right there in the manual, just keep saying his name.
"Binnie." you said again, your movements becoming sloppier as you got more tired and closer to your high. "Changbin!" you groaned loudly once you exploded, riding your high on top of him as you gyrated your hips. Tears gathered in your eyes from the overstimulation you brought to yourself as you kept repeating his name until he exploded inside you, filling you up with ropes of warm cum.
"Fuck." you cursed, lifting off of him, feeling all sticky and embarrassed again.
"I must be crazy." you shook your head and ran to your bathroom to get cleaned up. Of course, you cleaned your dolly too and then looked at his face more closely, biting on your lip and trying to see if there were any changes in his expression.
"You need a hug, right?" you said before putting your arms around Changbin. It felt so comforting to be wrapped around him.
Your weekend was mostly uneventful as always, but this time you had Changbin watching over you as you cleaned around your apartment. You managed to take him everywhere by putting him on your office chair with wheels.
"You could help, you know?" you grunted before continuing to vacuum the living room.
Changbin's eyes followed you while you cleaned and while you did your yoga. He watched as you sat hunched over your computer in your home office and worked, typing quickly and going over all the papers you brought home. He watched you struggling with the groceries and cursing quietly.
He wished he could help.
~
Monday came around too quickly and you rolled out of bed reluctantly, not wanting to separate from Changbin's warm body.
Spring was around the corner, but it was still cold in the mornings and you wanted nothing more than to stay in bed all day. But, you had a really important meeting today and you couldn't afford to be late. You were in a frenzy, getting dressed quickly as you had almost overslept through all your alarms.
"You're making it hard for me to leave my bed." you smirked at Changbin, shaking your head slightly as you grabbed your bag.
"I'll see you later, cutie." you kissed his lips and practically skipped all the way to your car.
Was it pathetic that a doll made you feel this happy?, you thought. Maybe it did, but who cares, you weren't harming anyone plus it was a gift and you should be thankful for it.
As soon as you arrived to your office, one of your employees, Tina, smirked at you.
"Good morning, boss! Did you like our gift?" she asked and you blushed profusely immediately.
"I really did. Thank you." you said and she chuckled.
"If we land this deal, you promised to take some time off. I hope you still mean that." she said, walking with you. Everyone knew you barely took time off, they'd have to pry you off of your desk and force you to finally rest.
"When we land this deal. Not if." you smirked at her, saying hello to a few more other employees as you passed them by.
"Good morning!" Maxine greeted you cheerfully. "All the reports for the meeting are ready on your desk and I prepared the presentation room for you."
"Oh, always so fast." you chuckled.
"Just keeping up with you, boss." she winked, following you into the office. You left all your stuff there and quickly looked through the reports, having already studied them, this was going to be a piece of cake for you.
Where you were shy in your personal life, at work you were the complete opposite, your ambition and drive brought you to high places and you had no problem with biting hard and showing off your skills and knowledge.
There were at least twelve people in the room and you took a deep breath in as you stood in front of them. Maxine nodded at you with a thumbs up.
The presentation went smoothly and the partners were satisfied with your results and conclusions, the deal has been made.
"Congratulations, boss! Now you can take your vacation!" Maxine said and you laughed.
"Well, maybe I should stay a little bit more to-"
"No, no. You need some wildness in your life away from all the seriousness, suits and papers, hm?"
"Maxine is right. If anyone deserves this vacay, it's you." Tina agreed and you smiled.
"I hope you two know that I will be checking in all the time." you waved your finger and both of them laughed.
"Of course." Tina nodded and you took her to the office since she'd be taking your place while you're away. The rest of the day passed by fairly quickly, even with you staying longer as always. A zap of electricity ran through your body when you remembered someone was home, waiting for you and your undivided attention.
Changbin.
"Maxine, tell Tina I got all the reports ready for our new partners and if she needs anything she can call me any time. Same goes for you." you rushed out and she looked at you with her brows lifted.
"Of course. Have a good time on your vacay!" she said, chuckling because this was the first time you were leaving before her.
~
It was raining again when you ran into your building, forgetting to bring an umbrella so you used your bag as a shield from the water once more. The first thing you did after shucking your shoes off and throwing your bag aside was run to Changbin.
He was in the same position you left him, leaned on your headboard in your bed, tucked in with a blanket.
"Hey there." you smiled and grabbed his face, kissing his lips. You had missed him all day.
"We are going on a vacation." you nodded to him with a smile. You had to admit, you felt kinda excited to finally be away from work and your repetitive routine. You just wished Changbin would come to life and enjoy the break from every day stress with you.
The next day, everything was prepared, the bag you packed was in the trunk, the tank was filled up and most importantly Changbin was in the passenger seat, strapped in and ready. You were going to drive over to your old house, where your parents used to take you for vacation when you were a kid. It was a bit out of town, a little house close to the lake. It used to be different before, there were more things to do there but you heard that some rich guy bought off most of the people who lived there so he could own the land.
Your little house was away from that area, perfectly in the middle of nowhere. Just what you needed to get your mind off of work. You got into the car and put on your favorite playlist before you started driving.
The tall city buildings soon turned into seemingly never-ending fields. You felt better instantly upon seeing the nature all around you. The sun was beating down on your car and you decided to open up the windows and let the air in as you drove and sang. Your eyes kept flitting towards Changbin, his pretty face and the way the wind kept playing with his hair. He looked so soft and sweet in those moments, making your good mood become even better.
Maybe someone would call you crazy for taking your sex doll to a vacation with you but he was more than that. You had a feeling he would be.
You drove for hours, it was almost dark when you finally parked in front of the old house. It was a little worn out since no one came out here anymore, especially after your father died due to illness and your mother had moved back to her hometown, taking care of your grandma. You visited them whenever you could but you were always swamped with work, you barely had time for yourself.
You put your bag inside first but getting Changbin in was a challenge that you somehow managed to conquer with all the strength you gathered.
"Oh my god." you huffed when you finally placed him on the sofa. "Ugh." you scrunched up your nose, realizing you have to do some cleaning up before anything else.
You got to work, cleaning up the place as you listened to some music and danced around, making the annoying chore more fun. Changbin watched you from the couch, a shadow passing over his eyes before they sparkled just for a moment. Of course, you didn't see it being too into your performance.
After cleaning up and filling up the fridge with some groceries you brought in a portable one, you decided to take a shower and change.
"Binnie, are you hungry?" you asked your sweet dolly and you could swear his eyes moved for a moment.
You tilted your head and stared him for a while, finally deciding you just imagined it.
"I guess you are." you chuckled and moved to the kitchen to prepare some dinner.
It was weird spending the afternoon cooking and sipping on wine, listening to music without a care in the world, knowing you don't have to go into work tomorrow. Or bring work to your house. Which reminded you to call Tina.
"You barely even left and you're worried already?" she chuckled.
"Just making sure everything is okay."
"Of course! I got everything under control." she assured you but you still wanted a recap, the perfectionist inside you craving to know that everything was indeed going well.
"Are you having fun though?" she asked after the report and you looked around the sparkly clean house, your eyes then landing on Changbin.
"Definitely." you said.
"Well, take care boss. We need you refreshed once you come back!"
"Of course. Have a good day, Tina."
"You too!"
You hung up and sat down to eat, looking up at Changbin a few times. After your meal you made your way to the couch, you couldn't wait to cuddle up to him.
"Let's see if there's any signal here." you muttered, turning the tv on. Luckily, the signal was good, even better than it used to be before, surprising you a little. You shrugged it off and put your legs in Changbin's lap, your head on his chest. Your own personal teddy bear.
The heat of his body and the relaxed state you were in slowly brought warmness in your navel, spreading throughout you and dripping on your panties. You bit on your lip and nuzzled into his neck, kissing his skin. Your hands started roaming his chest, the muscles you admired and liked so much. Your lips traveled on his skin and you stripped his shirt so you could continue leaving gentle kisses all over him. You unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down and then sliding them off of him with his underwear.
The sight of Changbin's cock all hard and leaking for you made you salivate, your heart beating hard against your chest. You wanted to taste him, feel the weight of him on your tongue so you kneeled down between his legs, sticking your tongue out and licking a stripe along his length.
"Oh." you were deliciously shocked when you realized he tasted sweet. It spurred you on to continue and you wrapped your lips around him, sucking on his tip and tasting more of his pre-cum. You struggled taking all of him in as you slid down, wrapping your hand around the base.
You knew Changbin probably wouldn't cum this way, since your dolly loved hearing his name moaned out before climaxing so you were doing this more for your own fun and enjoyment, revelling in the way he twitched inside your hot mouth.
You bobbed your head up and down for a while, making yourself gag a few times when you pushed in too far, your panties getting progressively more soaked. You released him with a pop and leaned back to look at him.
"Need you, Binnie." you whimpered before stripping and sitting on his lap. You wished he would reciprocate, you yearned to be touched by him. Closing your eyes, you adjusted and grabbed his length, slowly pushing it in and sitting down on him until he bottomed out inside you.
You wrapped your arms around Changbin so you could be as close to him as you can before you started moving on him slowly, feeling every inch of him filling you up and stretching your pussy perfectly.
"Binnie." you moaned out as you fucked on him slowly, feeling him twitch inside you immediately.
"Whoops." you giggled and sped up, chasing your high that has been building up ever since the moment you tasted him. The tip of Changbin's cock kept brushing against your spot every time you smacked your hips down, making you whimper and clench around him.
"Changbin!" with a loud whimper of his name you came all around him, making him finish inside you as you rode your high and held onto him, your sensitive nipples brushing against him deliciously.
"I'll be right back." you said as you stood up.
You cleaned yourself and your doll before getting dressed. You only had him for a few days but you already felt like you couldn't live without him. He was giving you some sort of comfort that you haven't felt in a long time.
"I wish you could go on a walk with me now." you sighed after calming down a little and drinking some water. It was dark out and you weren't really comfortable with walking around the lake and in the forest completely alone so you decided it would be smarter to do that in the morning.
That night you cuddled up with Changbin again, feeling happy that you brought him with you.
~
Early in the morning, you already had your coffee and quick breakfast before checking in on Tina and Maxine. You couldn't help it even though you knew that all your employees were more than capable, it was you who hired them after all.
"I'll be back soon, Binnie." you kissed your dolly, tucking him in with a blanket and leaving the tv on for him.
You walked the familiar path from your house to the lake, knowing it like the back of your hand. It almost stayed the same as it was, the only difference is that it seemed more quiet, abandoned. A few of the nearby houses were almost completely fallen apart, the wood ruined by the rain and the wind. It made you a little sad to see a place once so lively devoid of everything.
That's when you noticed something peculiar, right as you started on your way towards the forest. It was all too quiet. It seemed like there was no insect, bird or any kind of animal nearby. Usually, there were ducks in the lake, you remembered feeding them with your parents and you also remember running away screaming from all sorts of insects when you were a kid.
"Hm." you mused out loud as you continued walking. It felt a little eerie, the hairs on the back of your neck standing.
Then you heard it, a humming sound. Your brows furrowed as you followed the sound cautiously.
You didn't expect to run into a huge fence built around a building you were sure wasn't there before, because there used to be multiple houses and a children's park there. You squinted your eyes, trying to see if there was someone there but all you saw were windows with bars on them and darkness on the inside.
Then you noticed a familiar logo on the side of the building.
"Where have I seen that?" you wondered out loud.
The humming stopped suddenly, making your eyes ring as you swallowed. Fear clawed up from your stomach to your throat and you turned on your heel, something inside you telling you to run.
You didn't stop running until you got to the house, bursting in loudly, closing and locking the door quickly. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest and your eyes landed on Changbin instantly.
Making your way to him fast, you crumbled into his arms. You tried to even out your breath and calm down, all the while asking yourself who bought all the land, why was there a fence, what was the humming sound, why was that logo familiar to you?
You decided to take a relaxing bath and make some yummy lunch to forget about the weirdness of your morning.
"Oh, Binnie I am so glad you're here. Without you I'd feel so lonely." you told your dolly while you cooked. His eyes moved until they were looking directly at you, his fingers twitching against the couch, but you didn't notice, concentrated on making the food.
You spent the rest of the day inside the house and cuddled up to Changbin again that night.
You slept well until your dreams were invaded by the humming sound from earlier and it seemed as if it was louder, closer, vibrating against your body. You were confused, still on the verge of sleep, eyes still closed as your body shook.
"W-what?" you croaked out, it was as if something was shaking you. Your eyes snapped open and you realized it was Changbin, he was... vibrating?
You reached for the lamp quickly, panic rushing through your veins when suddenly he took a desperate breath in, his head turning towards you.
You shrieked, backing away and falling off the bed.
"W-what the fuck?!" you backed away until you hit the wall.
"W-water. P-please." his voice sounded raspy and you gasped, standing up and staring at him. Was this supposed to happen? There was nothing about the dolls talking and needing water in the manual.
"Please." Changbin looked at you desperately and you nodded, running downstairs before coming back up with a water bottle.
"I'm sorry." he apologized as soon as he chugged the bottle down.
"F-for what?" you asked, standing on a distance.
"Scaring you. This humming noise. It makes me tickle on the inside. It itches, it woke me up." he explained.
"You can hear that?" you asked, coming a little closer to him.
"No, I can feel it." he said. "Don't be scared of me."
"I'm- I'm not, just confused." you let out a chuckle at the absurd situation. "The manual never said anything about you coming to life."
"The manual." Changbin scoffed.
"What?" you asked and he shook his head.
"I wish I could remember who made me and who wrote the manual." he answered as you sat on the bed.
"Do you remember anything?" you asked.
"My friends? They were with me before. I don't know where they are now, all I know is I miss them." he sighed.
"Are these your friends?" you asked as you pulled up the dolly site on your phone.
"Yes! That's them." Changbin leaned in to look at the pictures. "This one." he pointed to a doll named 'Chan'. "He was the first. He took care of us after something happened. I- I can't remember what happened, but I know it was painful."
"Ugh, the humming again!" Changbin jolted, hugging himself.
"Hey, hey, calm down. We can leave right away if it's bothering you this much, don't worry." you placed your hand on his arm, trying to calm him down.
"Really?" he looked at you with sweet pitiful eyes, making your heart melt.
"Of course." you nodded and stood up, grabbing your bag and packing up immediately.
"You took all of this with a very calm attitude." Changbin scratched his head.
"I'm used to crisis, it happens at work." you said, packing up quickly. "I wouldn't be where I am if I let my emotions interfere in situations like this."
"That's what I admire, you're so dedicated to your work." Changbin said, slowly standing up, his legs wobbling a little. You paused your movements and looked up at him.
"You were aware of everything happening since you came to me?" you asked and he nodded sheepishly.
"Oh." you gulped, your face warming up. Now, that was a situation that threw you off just a little.
"I, um, I'm hungry." Changbin said and you chuckled.
"There's food downstairs, you can heat it up and eat all of it while I get everything ready for us to leave."
"Thank you." he smiled.
"No need." you answered, still feeling a little embarrassed about the fact that he was aware of everything you did to him during the last few days.
You managed to grab all your things and pack them up, turning off everything right as Changbin finished eating.
"Let's go." you said and he stopped you before you opened the door.
"Are you sure it's safe to go out? It's the middle of the night." he noted.
"I think we'd be safer in the car than staying in here?" you said and he sighed.
"Okay then, let's leave."
As soon as you walked out, you could hear the humming noise more clearly as if it had gotten louder during the night.
"I can't take it." Changbin started scratching at his body again.
"Get in the car quickly."
Luckily, you had enough gas to last to the first gas station so you buckled up and hit the pedal, getting the hell away from that creepy place.
Changbin felt better the more distance you put between the car and the lake.
A few days later, since you were still on your vacation, you were enjoying getting to know Changbin.
It was as if he was human and lived an entire life, even though he couldn't remember it at all. He could only put together bits and pieces, talking mostly about his friends and some disaster that happened, an awful feeling filling him up as he tried to remember more of it. All he could think of was Chan who tried to protect him and the other dolls. They were all alive then.
"Do you think they came to life too?" you asked that afternoon as the two of you cuddled, some movie playing in the background but you weren't paying attention to it.
"I would hope so. I wish we could find them." he sighed.
"Maybe we can. I could pull some connections."
"Really? You'd do that?" he smiled instantly, sitting up excitedly.
"Of course. Look, you probably heard me..." you grimaced but continued. "When I said I'm happy to have you, I was really lonely before and I was actually hoping you'd come to life."
"Does that mean I'm your boyfriend now?" Changbin giggled and you melted on the spot.
"Yes." you nodded and he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal and chuckle.
You were sure he was made just for you.
~
Making your way from a refreshing shower, you didn't expect to be pinned to the wall by Changbin as soon as you walked into your room.
"B-Binnie!" you eyes widened, a zap of electricity running through your body instantly, making you feel aroused in the matter of milliseconds.
"I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you." he said lowly, making you gulp as you stared into his darkened eyes. He was silently asking for your permission and you nodded ever so slightly, your heartbeart speeding up.
Changbin's lips quirked up in that cute smirk you adored on him, his hands sliding down your arms to the towel wrapped around your body. He undid the knot and let it fall to the floor, his eyes raking all over your exposed body.
You felt like your breath got caught in your throat when Changbin leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. Time stopped for a moment before he brought you back to earth with his hands on your chest, squeezing your breasts as he started moving his lips against yours. You parted your lips to let him in, he was sweet and hot at the same time, making your body yearn for his so you arched into him.
Smirking against your lips, Changbin let his hands travel lower, until they touched your thighs. You shivered as he kept kissing you, his fingertips ghosting on your inner thigh. Your moans were muffled against his lips and he kissed you harder before leaning back, letting his hand rest between your thighs as he touched your pussy.
"So wet for me." he smirked.
"B-Binnie, please." you whimpered.
"Please what, honey?" he kept smirking as you whined.
"I need to feel you." you whispered, your cheeks heating up.
"I need to feel you too." he couldn't really tease you for too long, the more he slid his fingers against your pussy, bringing the wetness up to your clit, the more it made him twitch in his pants.
You were overpowered by want and your hands flew to his shirt. It didn't take long for him to be as naked as you were. He was already hard and dripping, eager to bring you pleasure.
Changbin's arms gripped at the back of your thighs. "Jump." he smirked and you gasped, jumping up while he helped you, wrapping your legs around him. The tip of his cock rubbed against you, making you clench.
"H-here?" you whispered and he smiled.
"Why not?" Changbin whispered back and you held onto him tightly, your arms wrapped around his neck, fingertips grazing at his upper back.
"Okay." you whined as he pressed into you, his tip slipping between your folds.
"Mm, so good." he groaned, pushing in and you welcomed him, shaping around him perfectly as he bottomed out.
"Binnie." you moaned out, your nails digging into his skin.
"D-don't say my name yet." he gripped at your hips and you bit on your lip, trying to hold in your desperation. Changbin slowly started to move, his cock spreading your pussy apart deliciously.
"A-ah!" you whimpered as his tip brushed against your spot with each languid thrust. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss as you held onto him, trying to bring your hips closer to him.
"M-more." you whined.
"More?" he breathed out, his voice shaky. He was holding back.
"Please Binnie, fuck me harder, please!" you begged desperately, your pussy clenching around him and making him inhale sharply.
"As you wish, honey." he smirked a little before all hell broke loose when his hips started snapping into yours with vigor. He knocked the breath out of your lungs as you scratched at his skin, your entire body shaking from the force he fucked you with.
You couldn't help it, you were moaning so loudly, not even caring if your neighbors could hear you as Changbin kept fucking into you hard, the tip of his cock brushing against your spot every time he pushed in deep. You held onto him for dear life, you couldn't even feel your legs in that moment.
His little desperate moans filled up your ears, making you even more wet than before, adding to the high that was building up inside you.
"Are you gonna cum, honey?" he gripped your ass hard as he kept fucking you.
"Y-yes, gonna cum for you, Binnie!" you felt him twitch inside you and that was all you needed before you exploded, squirting on him and making him whine. His name kept spilling from your lips and his hips stuttered as he came, exploding inside you and filling you up.
"Wow." he breathed as he finally released you and you shook, holding onto him. Changbin lifted you up in his strong arms and placed your shivering body on the bed.
"I'll be right back, honey." he said and you nodded, still speechless.
Changbin came back to clean you up, bringing you a bottle of water.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked as you were silent.
"No, no, you were perfect Binnie." you smiled, reaching out to touch his face. "So good, that I'm just ready to sleep now." you added and he chuckled, puffing his chest out with pride.
You rolled your eyes playfully as your head hit the pillow and Changbin tucked you in much like you did to him, before he laid down next to you.
"Hey, y/n?" he whispered after a few moments of silence.
"Yes, Binnie?"
"I love you." he said and your heart skipped a beat. It was unbelieveable how quickly you came to love him too.
"I love you." you whispered back, kissing him before the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.
Your days with Changbin were passing by like a breeze, and pretty soon you were already back to work. All your employees noted that you're glowing and that you've never looked happier, thinking it was the break that did that when in fact it was love.
Changbin had also managed to pull you out of the house more, the two of you going to the gym and enjoying active dates and you couldn't remember the last time you had so much fun with someone, let alone a boyfriend. It's like he knew exactly what you needed, sometimes even before you knew it.
He loved watching you cook, a lovesick look in his eyes as he propped his face up on his palm and just observed you.
"It'd be nice if you helped." you smirked, breaking him out of his trance.
"Yes, in a moment." he smiled then, grabbing your hand and stopping whatever you were doing as he gently pulled it towards him, pressing his lips on the top of your hand. You chuckled, goosebumps littering your skin as he stood up. Changbin stood behind you, enveloping his arms around you, his hands covering yours.
"This is not helping." you giggled when his breath tickled your neck.
"No?" he smirked, pressing himself into you.
You knew you weren't going to cook that dinner any time soon.
You felt lucky to have him, but there was one problem. You had tried getting some information through your workplace, about all the other dolls but whoever had sent them to the buyers, erased every trace of where the dolls have been sent. You couldn't track any of them and Changbin couldn't remember anything, no matter how hard he tried.
You kept thinking about the lake house, the humming noise and the weird building, the eerie quietness of the entire forest. It made the hair on the back of you neck stand, shivers running down your spine.
You tried researching it on the internet but came up with nothing.
Then one day, there was a call.
"Hello?" you answered with an unsure voice, the unknown number throwing you off. Especially because the call was on your private phone and not many people had that number. If it was business or anything of that sort they'd call you on your work cell.
Changbin looked up from the clothes he was folding and you shrugged.
"Is this miss L/n?" a monotone male voice asked.
"Yes, this is she." you answered.
"I understand you have Changbin dolly."
"Ugh. Yes." you looked at Changbin with a frown, and he came closer to listen.
"Well, we're sorry to inform you but the dolls have all malfunctioned and will need to be taken back. The money will be returned." you wondered how they knew the doll was gifted to you and how they had your number.
"What do you mean by 'malfunctioned'?" you asked suspiciously as Changbin eyed you nervously.
"We cannot discuss such matters unless you are part of the staff." the monotone voice answered.
"The staff?" your brows furrowed in confusion.
"Please, don't defy our command. We will come pick up the doll. Goodbye."
Click.
"Hello?" you stood there confused as Changbin's eyes filled with fear.
"I- I don't wanna go back there!" he panicked suddenly, grabbing at you.
"Hey, it's okay! We will find a way for you to stay. I don't want them to take you away either." you pulled Changbin into a hug and he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you a little.
"I feel this fear inside me, I don't know why. That voice-"
"Do you recognize it?" you asked and Changbin nodded.
"I do. But I can't remember who it is. There is like... different faces in my head all coming up at the same time." he pursed his lips in thought.
"Okay, we could drive up to my mother and grandma tomorrow?" you suggested.
"How are you going to explain me to them?"
"I'll just say you're my boyfriend, none of the doll talk, okay? We met at a gym or something." you said and Changbin chuckled, caressing your face.
"How convenient." he joked.
"Hey, it's believeable!" you defended and he giggled.
"Fine, fine, it is." he agreed as the cogs inside your brain already started turning.
You had to plan out how to avoid work because you haven't told your coworkers anything about the doll they gifted you coming to life.
You just hoped you could get Changbin safely out of here.
Early in the morning you were already packing together with Changbin but a ring on your doorbell stopped you dead in your tracks.
"Who's here at 6:30am?" you frowned, walking towards the door.
After opening it and unlocking the door, Changbin trailing behind you, you gasped in shock. There were six men in suits standing on your doorway.
"We came to collect the doll." one of them said.
"You can't!" you yelled.
"Why?" the man asked.
"He is alive, he has free will and he doesn't want to go with you! Now leave, before I sue your entire company!" you tried threatening them but they just exchanged silent looks.
"Step aside. We are going to collect the doll."
"Over my dead body." you got angry but Changbin quickly interfered.
"Y/n, please be careful." he begged as the men stepped inside and you launched your body aside, grabbing the baseball bat you kept near the door.
Changbin gasped as they grabbed him, no matter how strong he was they somehow seemed stronger. He looked up and saw you swinging the bat at one of them men, his eyes wide.
The bat collided with one of the suited men's face, fear rushing through your veins when a piece of his skin came flying off, revealing wires beneath the facade of a human face.
You shrieked, stepping back and the man looked at you before pulling out a huge syringe and walking towards Changbin.
"Stop it! No!" you screamed but the other men grabbed you, throwing the bat aside and holding you back as you thrashed around, trying to escape their hold.
The syringe was plunged into Changbin's neck and he immediately slumped down. You kept yelling at them but they dragged him away, slamming your own door in your face.
You had no idea what to do in that moment. Your body slid down on the floor as you sobbed. They took away Changbin from you, the man who loves you. Anger bubbled up inside you and then you remembered.
Property of BIMT.
You scrambled to stand up and ran to your laptop, quickly typing it in.
"The logo!" you gasped, remembering the building near the house lake. You knew the exact location they'd take Changbin.
"Bang Institute of Modern Technology? Ugh, as in Helena Bang the famous scientist?" you clicked on the page.
You skimmed through the article, finding out that Helena had died five years ago from a mysterious illness, all her research and work falling into the hands of a rich man whose name was doctor Park.
"I'm coming to get you Binnie, don't you worry."
~
In his room, Felix heard commotion outside of the door. He rushed to it, his palms pressed against the cold metal as he peeped through the slit.
A few of the suited men were carrying Changbin towards another room, opposite of Felix's.
"Changbin! Changbin, can you hear me?!" Felix yelled desperately and one of them turned towards the sound, lifting his fist and pounding loudly against Felix's door, scaring him.
"Be quiet, number six!" the man yelled. Felix backed away with tears gathering in his eyes.
What will they do to them now?
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stutter (a puzzle pieces by saint motel inspired fic)
something about you and your features reawakens theo's stutter (theo nott x reader)
a/n - LOVE how I usually naturally write in British English (for the most part) but the title of this fic is apparently the American English variant?? sorry but stammar just doesn't have the same sound as stutter and it rlly messes with the flow of my sentences lmao
tropes/warnings - fluff, theo has a stutter, tw alcohol, slightlyy mean reader? very mild tho lmao
word count - 3.2k
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Theoâs stutter had never been bad exactly - just bad enough to be noticed. Bad enough to make him hesitate before speaking, bad enough to make his father sigh whenever he tripped over a word at the dinner table.
"Think before you speak," his father would say, voice clipped, disapproving. "There's no point in opening your mouth if you don't know what you're going to say."
As if Theo didnât already try.
So he adapted. He learned to pick his words carefully, to stay quiet unless absolutely necessary, to keep his voice even and deliberate. The less he spoke, the less he had to risk tripping over his own tongue. He stopped rushing and started living his life at a careful, highly controlled pace.
Over time, with extensive help from the best speech therapists his father could find, he grew out of his stutter. By the time he was old enough to be surrounded by classmates who wouldâve torn him apart for it, it was already buried beneath layers of indifference. He built himself a reputation on cool control - on quiet, dry wit and the ability to cut someone down with a single unimpressed look. He spoke when he wanted to, not when people expected him to, and that was enough to keep it from ever being a problem.
Until you.
Because for some infuriating reason, with you, it found a way to slip through the cracks.
You and Theo were like two puzzle pieces that never quite fit right.
You didnât hate each other - not really - but it seemed like a stretch to call yourselves friends. Try as you might, your personalities seemed fundamentally disconnected. He had little patience for your sense of humour, or lack thereof in his opinion. On the bad days, you had a snarky quip ready for even his most innocent comments. It was the most maddening thing for your friends - just as seemed that the two of you had finally learned to get along, Theo would take the mickey out of you, or you would turn your nose up at his boorish antics, and the cycle would repeat.
Unfortunately (or fortunately), all of that changed two weeks ago. It had happened on a brisk Wednesday night. His dorm was fresh out of bottled water and it was too late and too cold to sneak down to the Kitchens to get some. Mattheo was keeping everyone up fretting about what-if-someone-gets-extra-thirsty-in-the-middle-of-the-night-then-what and no one could get him to shut up. Naturally, Theo had been rather unceremoniously evicted from his cosy, dry bed to fetch water from the girlsâ dormitory, after a unanimous (and unfair) vote.
So there he had stood outside the girlsâ dormitory, shivering, waiting for one of your friends to bring out some water. He had glared at the distorted view of the moon through the common room walls, fuming about how it already was the middle of the night and none of his roommates seemed the least bit thirsty, not that Mattheo would listen to reason.
Finally, the door had swung open, and out of the shadows peered your wan, tired face.
Maybe it was something in the way your lips twisted in displeasure as your droopy eyes struggled to stay open. For some odd, inexplicable reason, he felt a pang of regret over having woken you.
If you were slightly more awake, you might have noticed the glazed look in his eyes. But as it were, all you had done was shove a small jug into his lax hands, manually curling his fingers around the handle when his grip refused to tighten. Of course, you and your roommates were too environmentally conscious to be entertaining single-use plastic.
âHold still,â you had muttered as you tipped your roomâs jug into the smaller one, filling it up. In the pale moonlight, it had been as though he was seeing you in a completely different light for the first time, both figuratively and otherwise. You hair looked unbearably soft from the way it cascaded down your shoulders. Almost as soft as your pillowy lips, which were now parting to release a sigh. And did your skin always smell this sweet, he wondered, as you stepped closer?
âYou want a cookie?â you had asked waspishly when he had kept staring at you once his jug was full. That had snapped him out of his trance. After bidding you a hasty, clipped goodnight, he had crept back down to the boyâs dormitories, head reeling, heart thudding. Before finally nodding off in the wee hours of the morning, he had put the whole thing down to sleep deprivation.
But when you looked just as adorable in your 9 am Charms lesson the next day, bags under your eyes as you poorly stifled your yawns, he knew he was well and truly fucked.
That had been two weeks ago. Now, heâd be hard pressed to muster up any real sort of annoyance over the reactions you elicited from him, knowingly or otherwise.
You were all in the Great Hall, having breakfast. Your friends were talking about some book they had read recently. Mattheo and Draco were having an arm wrestling match right over their eggs. Enzo was yammering in Theoâs ear, not that he was listening. Theo had long since learned to tune out Enzoâs chatter until lunch, when he was sufficiently awake to actually process it.
No, what he was doing was watching you - watching the way you chewed on your bottom lip instead of your breakfast, a faint crease between your eyebrows as your eyes flitted across the parchment. He cast his eyes around the table listlessly, desperately wishing for a change in topic, preferably one that had to do with you.
His prayers were soon answered. Ivy turned away from her conversation to look at you.
âHowâs the essay coming along, Y/N?â
You finally peeled your eyes away from the essay you were proofreading, sliding your gaze disinterestedly to Theo and the rest of your friends. He watched your sleepy, downturned eyes momentarily rest on his, a familiar electric jolt twinging in his chest. There was no denying it - what had previously seemed uninteresting or unimaginative was now hopelessly irresistible to him.
You scowled, flipping back to the first page. âTerrible. Awful. I donât know what possessed McGonagall to let me take N.E.W.T level Transfiguration.â
Because youâre brilliant at it, Theo wanted to say, just like how youâre brilliant at everything else.
âIâm sure itâs not that bad,â Ivy said reasonably as you haphazardly started gathering your things.
âIt is, it really is. Even worse, my guinea pig escaped so now everyone has something to practice on except me.â
âI can be your Guinea pig,â Theo murmured. Mattheo gave him a hard shove in the shoulder blade.
âWhat?â You distractedly pushed a lock of hair out of your face.
He grimaced, a throbbing pain now settling in his upper back. âI said,â he forced out, âserves you right. Losing your guinea pig.â
You rolled your eyes. âCharming as ever, Nott.â
You hurriedly placed a kiss on Ivyâs cheek, glowering at Theo as you walked off. Just as he opened his mouth to ask (yell) where his kiss was, Mattheo shoved a bun into his mouth.
"Real subtle, mate," he said sarcastically.
Theo shot him a glare, but the delicate flush dusting his face betrayed him. "Shut up."
Mattheo only smirked, taking a bite of his own toast. "Whatever you say."
Some nights, trouble had a face. Tonight, it was yours.
He saw you before you saw him - tucked inside an alcove at the far end of the corridor, bathed in the flickering glow of a lone torch. It was the late kind of hour when nothing good was bound to happen. A half-empty bottle of firewhiskey dangled loosely from your fingers, the deep amber liquid catching the dim light as you swirled it absentmindedly.
It wasnât the first time heâd seen you like this - pushing limits just for the sake of it. It wasn't immediately apparent, but anyone who paid close enough attention would see you had a habit of toeing the line between reckless and untouchable.
He should have walked away. Shouldâve let you self-destruct in peace.
But Theo was never that smart when it came to you.
"Youâre not exactly being subtle," he said, stepping out of the shadows.
You didnât jump, didnât startle. Instead, you turned to face him with a slow, deliberate ease, like youâd been expecting him all along.
"Wasnât trying to be."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Couldâve fooled me."
You smirked, raising the bottle in a lazy toast before taking another sip.
"What, you gonna tell on me?"
Theo scoffed. "If I wanted to get you in trouble, you'd know."
"Mm. So youâre just here to nag, then?"
"Not nagging," Theo said. "Just pointing out that if youâre going to break the rules, you should at least be smart about it."
You hummed, swaying the bottle between your fingers, humming poorly. You were definitely well past tipsy. "Smartâs overrated."
"Yeah? Soâs liver failure."
That made you laugh, short and sharp, like you hadnât expected him to be funny.
He shouldnât have cared about that. Shouldnât have cared that his words - his stupid, judgemental, throwaway words - had gotten a laugh out of you.
But he did. And that was the problem.
You studied him for a moment before holding out the bottle. "Want some?"
He looked at it disdainfully. "Generous."
"Hardly," you said. "Figured it might loosen you up a bit. Youâre wound tight, Nott."
Theo exhaled, crossing his arms. He knew all about being tightly wound when it came to you. "Right. Because getting pissed in a dark corridor is the key to inner peace."
"You should try it sometime."
"Hard pass."
You shrugged. "Suit yourself."
Then, just to be a menace, you took another slow swill, letting your lips linger at the rim of the bottle before licking a stray drop off the corner of your mouth.
Theo didnât react. Wouldnât react. You werenât doing anything special. Just drinking. Just looking at him with that same lazy amusement, like you had him all figured out.
And maybe you did. Maybe that was what rattled him.
"Youâre - " He started, but his tongue tripped over the word, catching slightly before he forced it out. "Youâre d-drunk."
Your drooping eyes widened fractionally. Your lips parted in your efforts to concentrate as a slight frown creased your forehead, not all that different from the one at breakfast a few days ago,
Theo felt the heat crawl up his neck before he could stop it. His mind scrambled for damage control, but the way you were watching him - head tilted, intrigued, like you were piecing something together - made it worse.
"You good?" you asked, something teasing yet concerned in your tone.
Theo cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to regain control of his rogue tongue. "Obviously," he muttered, shifting his weight.
You let the silence stretch a beat too long before raising an eyebrow.
"You sure? âCause for a second there, you almost sounded - "
"Drop it," he cut in, swiping the bottle from your hands before you could protest. He took a slow sip, letting the firewhiskey burn its way down, using it as an excuse to steady himself.
You watched him succumb to the buzz of the drink. "Youâre changing the subject," you noted, smirking.
"Yeah?" He felt less wired, less sober. "Youâre still an idiot for doing this in the open."
You watched him lean against the wall opposite yours, eyes gleaming in the dim alcove. You let him have that one. But just as he thought you were letting it go, your gaze flicked up, sharp and knowing.
"Donât act like youâre any better," you mused.
Theo frowned. "What?"
You nodded toward his pocket, where a cigarette pack was sticking out slightly. "Donât you go through, like, three packs a day?"
He pressed his lips into a thin line. You had him there. "Thatâs not the same."
You widened your eyes mockingly. "No, youâre right. I might get liver failure in thirty years. Youâre aiming for lung failure by, what - next week?"
Theo clicked his tongue, tucking the pack deeper into his pocket. "Cute."
"Not as cute as you stuttering over your words a minute ago."
Theo groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I hate you."
"Sure you do," you murmured, grinning as you took back the firewhiskey.
The Slytherin common room was empty when you both stepped inside, drenched from head to toe. The fire crackled in the hearth, but the warmth did nothing to dry the water you trailed in as you stalked toward it.
Theo watched you try to wring out your sleeves with an air of great suffering, muttering something about "bloody weather conspiracies" under your breath as you peeled off some of your outer layers.
"This is all your fault," you grumbled.
Theo exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his wet hair. "Yeah? Howâs that?"
"You control everything else," you shot back, flicking a few stray drops of water at him. "Figured you had a deal with the bloody sky, too."
He smirked. "Don't give me ideas."
You rolled your eyes, crouching slightly to warm your frozen hands by the fire. Your clothes clung to your frame, and Theo forced himself to look away before his thoughts could wander into dangerous territory. Instead, he shrugged off his soaked sweater and tossed it over the back of the nearest couch.
"Relax. Youâll live," he said idly.
"You better hope so," you threatened. "If I donât, Iâm haunting you forever."
Theo snorted, undoing the cuffs of his shirt.
"I don't think you have the attention span for that."
You shot him a look. "I'd find a way," you said darkly.
"Sure," he agreed sarcastically.
You huffed, standing up straight again.
"And here I was, thinking you actually liked me."
The words were meant to be teasing, flippant, meaningless. But something about them made his pulse stutter.
Maybe it was the way you said it, light and careless, like the idea was so ridiculous it wasnât even worth entertaining. Maybe it was the way the firelight flickered against your golden skin. Maybe it was the way a stray droplet trickled down your throat, inch by agonising inch, before disappearing beneath the collar of your shirt.
Maybe it was the fact that he did actually like you.
Theo didnât know what made him say it - either the warmth from the fire or the cold still clinging to his skin or the fact that he could feel the exhaustion of restraint pressing against his ribs. But before he could stop himself, he was opening his mouth, lips forming words he had barely formulated.
"You look - " he started, then faltered.
Shit.
His tongue tripped, his brain suddenly too slow to catch up. He could feel the syllable stuck in his throat, unable to escape, the word stuttering into nothing.
"Y-you l - l -"
Silence.
"Oh, my god," you murmured, slow and smug, realisation dawning on your face.
Theo exhaled sharply, his stomach twisting as he tried to force his expression into something impassive, something cool, something...unaffected. In short, he tried attempting what was an impossible feat when your very features were enough to leave him dizzy.
A wicked smile unfurled across your face. He wasnât getting out of this alive, was he?
"Do you not know how to talk?" you demanded, eyes glittering with suppressed mirth. "Is this your first day on planet Earth?"
Theo clenched his jaw, crossing his arms in a futile attempt to feign indifference. "Shut up."
You refused to let up. "No, really. What was that? You looked - what? What do I look like, Theo? Enlighten me."
He forced himself to roll his eyes as his fingers curled into his sleeves. "Youâre insufferable."
"J-j-j-j - " You stuttered mockingly, eyes alight with mischief. "What are you, an idiot? Does your tongue need rewiring?"
Theo shouldâve turned away, shouldâve thrown himself onto the couch and forced himself to think about literally anything else. But he couldnât help it.
He watched you - watched the way you grinned to yourself, watched the way your fingers twisted in the fabric of your damp clothes, watched the way you were so completely and utterly oblivious to the way you made his mind unravel.
It wasnât just attraction. It wasnât just the heat in his chest or the feeling in his bones or the fact that his name sounded so damn good dripping off your honeyed lips while you teased him.
It was everything.
It was the way you filled every empty space like you belonged there, like youâd always belonged there. It was the way your laughter lived in his head rent-free, the way you made even the most infuriating drivel you spouted feel like something he couldn't bear to go without. It was the fact that no matter how much you poked and prodded, no matter how ruthlessly or relentlessly you mocked him - he still wanted you. Desperately.
He should be embarrassed. The Theo of a few years ago would have been - wouldâve burned with the humiliation, wouldâve clenched his fists at the reminder of all the times heâd stood in front of his father, struggling to string together a coherent sentence under the weight of that unimpressed gaze.
But you were different. He could hear it in your voice, buried beneath the teasing - the unmistakable warmth, the absolute delight you took in making fun of him. Not because you wanted to humiliate him, but because it amused you. It endeared him to you. Because you liked getting under his skin.
And, Merlin help him, he liked that you liked it.
"Go on," you continued mockingly, roughly drying your hair with a towel, still oblivious to Theo watching you like you hung the stars and moon. "Careful with the big words, now."
Theo just stood there, staring at you, utterly gone. He wasnât even trying to school his expression anymore.
When you finally looked up from drying yourself, your teasing faltered ever so slightly at the look in his eyes.
You blinked. âWhat?â
Theo shook his head, leaning against the wall thoughtfully.
âNothing.â
You stilled. Because for the first time, you actually noticed. Theo wasnât scowling. He wasnât enduring your teasing with quiet exasperation.
He was watching you with something softer - something warmer, something dangerously close to adoration. It lingered in the lines of his face, in the almost-smile playing at his lips, in the flicker of fondness he couldnât quite suppress fast enough before your eyes met his.
You stared back, speechless. Theo swallowed, tearing his gaze away, turning sharply as if shaking himself out of it.
"You should dry off before you actually get sick," he muttered, forcing his voice into something steady.
You stared at him for half a second longer, something unreadable in your expression.
"Right," you finally said, clearing your throat.
Neither of you acknowledged the moment for what it was. But the resurgence of Theo's stutter remained a secret kept only between the two of you.
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USED TO BE MY GIRL
getting stuck baby catsitting a high maintenance ball of fur wasn't how you planned on spending your saturday. and then your ex shows up for the same thing. yay!
FEATURING: ex boyfriend! gojo satoru x fem reader
CONTENTS: 18+ content, MDNI. non canon compliant/au (heâs a ceo), kinda angsty at first but gets pretty silly :p, heâs kind of an idiot sorry, ex sex, unprotected p in v, kinda pathetic gojo, body worship, nipple play, panty-sniffing + panty taking (?), cunnilingus + fingering, missionary, hair pulling (m receiving), belly bulge mention, some aftercare
WORD COUNT: 6.4k
AUTHORâS NOTE: over two months later here it is ^.^ anyways, forst time (solely) writing for this white haired freak so lmk ur thots đ„ž
@aquasoftware here it isss, hope you enjoy bae :3
âwe should break up.â
when youâd spent nearly an hour and half in the shower prior to this date and another hour getting ready, the last thing that you wouldâve imagined was that you were getting dumped. publicly.
fairy lights illuminated the dark sky, soft jazz playing throughout the restaurantâs speakers out into the balconyâa simple quiet evening where you and satoru had been having a pleasant dinner date.
you could practically hear your tiktok swirling down the drainâis he going to propose or he justâŠ?
setting down the the glass of water you had in hand, you turned to look over at him just to make sure youâd heard him right, âyou want to break up.â
the entirety of your relationship came flashing to the forefront of your mind along with questions that you werenât even sure you wanted the answer to. how long had he been thinking about this breakup?
and just what was so unforgivable that he didnât deem this relationship worth it anymore? you began relaying all the little things the two of you bickered aboutâlike dirty dishes in the sink, socks scattered in the hallway, or picking out where to go eat.
all the little arguments that somehow seemed all too big at the moment. but surely those didnât warrant a breakup of all things, right?
âwell no, i donât want to break up,â he stared at anything and everything but you, paying more attention to the flower bed situated beside you, âbut we donât have enough time to put into this relationship.â
âyou mean you donât want to put enough time into this relationship,â you stated plainly, folding your arms across your chest.
case in point, the two of you had finally come out to dinner after multiple âi canât make it, sweet cheeksâ or âcan we reschedule? iâll make it up to you, princess, i promise.â
âto-satoru,â you were quick to correct yourself and fuck, that stung more than it was probably supposed toâhe couldnât even begin to remember the last time he wasnât your toruââweâve been making it work so far, we can keep trying to make it work.â
the moment that satoru looked up at you, you already knew. it was practically engraved all over his faceâhe didnât want to make it work, all that he was doing was simply announcing the break up to you.
âi love you,â he spoke up after a couple seconds, like that had the answer to everything, âand i donât want you to end up hating me because this relationship will never be a priority to me. not as much as my familyâs business.â
you sat there in complete silence, barely registering when the waitstaff had placed your food in front of you. food that you didnât even have an appetite for anymoreâdespite wanting to try out the restaurant for a few months now. âso if this relationship wasnât a priority to you, what was it?â
satoru tried to find the words to speak but before he could get a word in, you continued, âand if you knew, if you fucking knewââ your voice cracked, ââthen why even bother in the first place? why even bother making me fall in love with you?â
each moment of silence that lingered in the air gnawed at your mind, each second that you waited for some explanation to come. âiâm sorry,â gojo reached over to take your hand, an action that you quickly rejected. you pulled your hand away, hastily getting out of your chair.
âyouâre not giving me an answer, just half assed responses,â a bitter laugh left your lips, âjust answer me one question, please. when did you decide this relationship just.. wasnât worth it? that i wasnât worth it anymore?â
âyou will always be worth it to me, butââ gojo spoke up, avoiding your gaze all the while. an action that made your eye twitchâwanting to shake him by his shoulders and make him give you an answer. instead, you settled for tightening your grip around your purse.
ââbut sukuna co.âs basically starting a war between the two companies, stealing away our biggest clients and investors alike. i donât have the time to be with you. like i said, i donât want you to hate me.â
a scoff threatened to leave your lips, tears threatening to spill with each blink you took. when he finally looked at you is that you finally spoke, âitâs a little too late for that. but fine, since youïżœïżœïżœre adamant on throwing away our relationshipâweâre done. have ijichi take the stuff i left at your place to my apartment sometime in the week. i never want to see you again.â
the unfinished piece of steak youâd ordered a few minutes prior sat on the table, the only reminder that youâd ever been here in the first place. well that and the aching feeling of regret settling deep within his very bones with each step you took further away from him.
gojo satoru was a truly hopeless man.
every single thing about you consumed his every thought like an unrelenting parasite every single day, every single hour, and every single minute. heâd resorted to having one of your shirts next to him, the scent of the perfume he loved so much lulling him to sleep at late hours of the night.
and it worked for the most part. but the fantasy dissipated the moment his fingertips reached out to grab you, to hold you, only to find nothing but cold sheets and the sheer feeling of utter regret.
waking up to find your coffee mug sitting on the counter where youâd usually be leaning up against, finding himself torn between wanting to store it away in the depths of his cabinet or keep it there just in case. just in case, in the odd chance, that youâd come back to him. that heâd wake up and his stupidity was just a dream.
and usually, the latter ended up winning. the coffee mug remained in its rightful spot, stuck in time. stuck in memories of simple morning bliss.
then he found himself thinking what even was the point of having all this âextraâ time to himself when he couldnât bring himself to focus in on any meetings? when all that came to mind when he filled out another report from the heavy paper stack was the look on your face.
and so, here he was begging shoko for just an opportunity to talk to you again.
after countless attempts of trying to send you extravagant bouquets of roses and cashapp requests in the thousands just begging to be unblocked. you usually accepted the money, leaving him blocked regardless.
satoru would take that as a good thing, at the very least.
âsho, pleaseee,â a loud whine left his lips, attracting some attention from those passing by. not that it necessarily mattered; he would get on his knees if deemed necessary.
âwerenât you the one who dumped her? in public, too?â shoko raised a brow, taking an obnoxious sip from her coffee.
gojo let out an offended scoff, âsho, youâre missing the point. yeah, i made a tiny little mistake but iâm trying to fix it.â
shoko simply took another sip of the black coffee in hand, giving him a quizzical look, âdisregarding everything i just said, somehow you think my catâs the answer to your problems.â
âwell duh, thatâs what iâve been trying to tell you. all we need is like five minutes together and itâll be like the breakup didnât happen,â satoru responded, taking his own obnoxious sip of the overly sweet concoction he called an ice coffee.
(a drink rumored by baristas to have the capacity to put a victorian child in the hospital)
she set her cup down, folding her arms across her chest as she faced him. a clear sign that she was about to go on a spiel about how utterly ridiculous this whole idea was. so, naturally, gojo took out his wallet, handing her a couple hundred bills as if he were handing out flyers, âplease.â
shoko took the money in hand, flipping over through the bills before letting out a reluctant sigh. âyouâre forgetting to include the lying and deception fee. sheâs my friend, yâknow.â
âfine, iâll message her. itâs not on me if it doesnât work out, though.â
satoru let out a quiet hum, adding in as an afterthought, âhey, silly question, haha, but you donât happen to know if she maybe kept the flowers?â
shoko didnât find the same amusement, staring at him blankly, âshe gave them all away.â
he nearly choked on a sip from his coffee, nearly knocking his drink off the table, âall of them?! she didnât keep a singular rose? a petal? anything!?â
passersby looked over at the table upon his little outburst yet again, having shoko hide her face behind the menu. âkeep. it. down. and no, i think she mentioned smacking the vase over your head if you kept sending them actually.â
gojo quickly came to realize that maybe, just maybe, there was the odd chance that heâd need more than five minutes.
but at least step one of his plan was complete.
now to see if youâd actually show up.
âhey, sorry iâm late,â you gave shoko an apologetic smile when she opened the door,
âitâs fine, youâre not that late. i have something to tell you, though.â
you stepped foot into her apartment, leaving your shoes at the door before dropping your bag off at the kitchen counter. âyeah, whatâs up?â
âso, youâre not actually babysitting her alo-â shoko barely managed to get that out without grimacing before you heard a grating voice behind you, a voice you were hoping to never hear again, âpooks, what a silly coincidence.â
you simply looked at shoko with a pleading expression, begging for this to be a joke. all you received in response was a slight grimace, her own version of an apologetic look on her face, âi wasnât actually expecting him to show up, iâm sorry.â
gojo came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders for a split second before you pushed it off. and he had the audacity to look at you with his arms raised in defense, âokay, okay, jeez. but at least weâll both be babysitting the little maniac.â like that was supposed to be any reassurance.
âmore like iâll be stuck babysitting two maniacs,â your response came out immediately, and much to your annoyance, it only made satoruâs grin spread even further.
âalways so charming, princess.â
âiâll be right back. try not to kill each other,â shoko called out, disappearing up the stairs and leaving you alone with gojo. exactly how you planned on spending your saturday off.
âso you didnât have enough time for a relationship but you have enough time to catsit,â you finally turned to look around at him with a glare on your face, and damn. heâd even made time to hit the gym more often, biceps straining against the tight material of his black compression shirt.
it wouldâve made you practically drool if you hadnât gotten pissed all over againâhe had the time for everything else but you, clearly. you quickly averted your gaze, staring at shokoâs home decor with a newfound curiosity.
âhow could i give up the opportunity to catsit this little cutie? she loves me,â satoru had a cocky grin when he spoke, walking over to the cat and patting her head. a cocky grin that quickly morphed into an overexaggerated frown.
if the cat loved himâshe certainly didnât show it now. purrsephone hissed in retaliation, flicking her fluffy white tail against his arm when she turned to face the wall. âcan really feel the love,â you deadpanned, making yourself at home on the couch.
satoru took that as an opportunity, plopping his bony ass next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âyouâll see, sheâll get used to me,â he remarked, making a point to flex his arm against you.
you shoved his arm away, inching away from gojo until you reached the end of the couch. âjust because weâre stuck in the confines of these four walls for the next night doesnât mean we have to get along.â
gojo wasnât exactly sure if it was the disgust on your face or the fact that you were acknowledging him for onceâbut he found himself getting turned on regardless.
âso letâs just focus on keeping the cat alive forâblah blah blah proper name place name backstory stuff,â satoru found himself nodding along, staring mindlessly at your pretty face, âiâm so pretty, i like you. but im angry with you for some reason.â
you snapped your fingers in front of his face when you saw a bit of drool start to leak out from the corner of his lip, letting out an annoyed grunt, âyou didnât listen to anything i said, did you?â
âabsolutely not, princess.â
shoko walked over to the extensive cat tree, picking up the white ball of fluff from her resting spot and placing her against her chest. âif the two idiots donât feed you, i give you full consent to scratch their eyes out,â she cooed, letting the cat rub up against her shamelessly.
somehow, you didnât doubt that she was being 100% serious either.
the second shoko dropped purrsephone back onto the cat tree to get her suitcase, the cat was already glaring at the two of you again. definitely loathing this idea more than yourself.
âalright, have fun. thereâs a to-do list of sorts on my nightstand and if thereâs anything else, just call me,â shoko called out, leaving for her medical convention. (ie: a bunch of show offs grouped together with an open bar)
purrsephone looked over at shoko with each step she took, letting out a pitiful meow before making her way down the cat tree. she hopped onto the couch, walking over satoruâs lap in circles before laying down in a ball.
"see? told you the cat just had to warm up to me," gojo began stroking through her fur, sticking his tongue out to you. the moment hadn't lasted for more than a minuteâpurrsephone had chosen to use his designer pants as her scratch post, digging her tiny razor sharp claws into his thighs.
âow-ow-OW! let go, you little gremlin!â satoru let out a loud hiss, moving to pull the catâs claws off his pants. she remained unmoving, practically attached to him now. purrsephone simply looked over at him like he was the inconvenience.
âmeow.â
âplease?â
âmeow.â
a low huff left your lips, standing up from your spot on the couch. âalright, while you go deal with that situation, iâm gonna go see where the list is,â you approached the stairs, hastily stopping in your steps to look back at the two, âdonât mess this place up, please.â
picking up the scribbled note when you approached the nightstand, you began skimming through the contentsâ
shokoâs 101 guide to taking care of purrsephone
1) only eats 1/2 of a cup between 2pm-5pm
2) she only falls asleep after a warm glass of milk and singing her a lullaby (sheâs really into twinkle twinkle little star)
before you could continue reading the list of demands, you heard a loud CRASH echoing through the living room up until it met your ears. âah fuck,â you could barely pick up gojoâs complaint, taking a deep breath to brace yourself. it couldnât be that bad, right? youâd only left for a minute or two.
wrong.
you walked downstairs to find the living room a complete mess, from cat litter sticking to the floors up to the couch and somehow even the walls to cat droplets trailing a little path around the expanse of the coffee table. you walked closer to gojo, practically in his face and digging a finger against his chest,
"you just can't do anything right, can you? i swear, it's like it goes in one ear and ou-" your complaints were quickly shut down, his lips pressing against your own before you could even muster what was happening.Â
every single atom in your body was screaming to push him away, not to do this. again. but instead of doing just that, your fingers dug into his shirt and pulled him all that much closer.
kissing him felt all too familiarâa practiced dance you hadnât quite managed to forget all the moves to. âbe mad at me later, just.. let me have this please,â he pleaded, pressing his forehead against your own.
and you were certain that the man had done witchcraft, gotten some spell from a witch on etsy thatâd been activated with the kiss, because somehow, someway, you found yourself nodding.
satoru hooked his fingers underneath your thighs, squeezing the supple flesh once while he made his way up the stairs. âmmph, fuck, i missed you baby,â he let out a quiet moan against your lips.
âshut it,â was your response, nibbling down on his bottom lip. your nails raked through his hair, tugging at the strands when you pulled him closer.
âyes maâam,â satoru breathed out, lightly opening up the guest door on the far edge of the hallway. closing the door behind him, he walked over to the queen sized bed in the middle of the room before gently placing you down.
every second was savoredânot willing himself to stay away from you for too long. he was hovering above you in a matter of seconds, holding your chin in between your fingers, âcan i?â
once again, every thought in your mind was telling you to push him away. to remember how little he made you feel. âyes,â your mouth had a mind of its own, answering him before you thought better of it.
satoru let out a sigh, tilting your head to meet his gaze. âare you sure? i want you to want me. to want this as much as i do.â
you shook your head, reaching up and pressing your palm against his cheek. he was like a pathetic puppy, rubbing against your touch. âi do want it, toru. i want you.â
his touch was careful, almost like unraveling an expensive gift he didnât quite want to ruin the wrapping of. a strangled breath left him upon seeing your lingerie, cerulean and lace framing your body in the best damn present heâd opened.
a cerulean blue that was too similar to his eye colorâtoo much for him to deem as a coincidence.
looking over at you in disbelief, he asked, âwhenâd you make the switch to agent provocateur?â
you raised a brow at how quickly he recognized the materialâdeciding to leave it be though, âever since i had seven grand to blow from a veryyy generous donor last week.â
satoru let out a quiet scoff, tracing the outline of the lace on your bra with the tip of his finger. his thumb barely circled against your clothed nipple, a featherlight touch, âand just who were you planning on showing this pretty set to?â
âwouldnât you like to know weather boy?â a scoff of your own left your lips, rolling your eyes. but he was already in his own little world by now.
satoru had been deprived of the taste of you for months nowâthe very feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips nearly having him break out in a moan.
every nerve in his brain seemed to go haywire when he pressed his lips against your neck, the lingering scent of your perfume intoxicating whatever brain cells remained in that big noggin.
"did you just moan?" you raised your head as you looked down at him. never mind, not almost.
âyou taste and smell good, what did you expect?â he licked a stripe down your neck, reaching your collarbone. gojo gently pulled the skin in between his teeth, sucking at the flesh. determined to leave a markâeven if youâd just have him for today.
each kiss trailed lower and lower down until he got to your shoulder, unable to resist the urge of snapping your bra strap. before you had the chance to glare at him, he reached for your backâunclasping the hooks and tossing your $300 bra to the floor.
you nearly winced.
âthereâs my girls,â satoru took one of your breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple, âmy favorite girls. missed them too, missed everything about you, baby.â
one of his large hands engulfed your other breast, rolling his thumb against your areola while he mindlessly sucked on the one in his mouth. âthere you go. arch your back for me, sweetheart,â a groan left his lips, slipping his knee in between your legs to keep them open.
satoru alternated between each breast, giving each equal attention. leaving your nipples hard and covered in his spit. âso pretty,â he whispered in awe, giving each a farewell kiss.
he made his way down to your navel, pressing chaste kisses to whatever skin he had access to. kissing everywhere but where you needed him mostâwhere he was rubbing his knee against.
you almost expected him to pounce up at the first opportunity, but instead, he settled by the foot of the bed. his touch featherlight as he dragged his fingers from your ankle to your calf, eliciting goosebumps down your spine in his wake.
âiâm sorry,â satoru started off, pressing his lips against your right calf before moving on to the left. ânever wanted to make you cry, baby,â he continued, kissing his way up your leg.
not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips before he moved up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. you raised your hips, letting him slide them down your legs.
he looked up at you with puppy eyes, holding the slick-covered panties you in his hand. a silent request.
your eyes narrowed, âno. youâre not keeping those.â
satoru let out a whine, bringing your panties up to his nose. taking an audible whiff and closing his eyes, practically relishing in the lace. âoh come on, iâm the one who got you these, technically.â
âgenerous donor, since weâre getting technical,â you shrugged, âput the merchandise down on the floor.â
âiâll get you ten more. twenty, if thatâs what you want. just let me keep these,â he spoke quickly, watching the way your eyes practically turned into money signs. âand maybe if you just show them off to me.â
heâd already spent over seven grand, what was a couple more thousand?
you looked at the pair in his hand, before shrugging, âiâll be generous and only ask for fifteen.â
satoru quickly pocketed your panties, kissing up your thigh. âthe most generous,â he mused, nibbling on your inner thigh. his hands spread your legs out, presenting to him like one of the finest meals.
and he was more than ready to feast.
he leaned forward, swiping his tongue in between your folds. your fingers ran through his hair again, gripping his hair tightly. or at least.. you thought your grip was tight. it was hard to tell when satoru moaned regardless, sucking on your folds.
âso good, so good, use me, iâm all yours, always been,â just one taste of you again was enough to have him pussy drunk, babbling against your cunt. you pushed his head further into your cunt, swiveling your hips against his eager tongue, âyeah, yeah, just like that, donât stop.â
you looked over to see satoru laying down on his stomach, completely at bliss slurping and sucking at your cunt with his feet swinging back and forth. if his mouth and hands werenât busy, you had no doubt that heâd be twirling his hair and giggling.
âcome onnn, let me know how iâm good iâm making you feel,â he pouted as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, his lips glossed over with your slick.
"fuck you," you bit down on your lip, gritting the words out in an attempt to keep any moans at bay.
"aht, aht, that's my job, cutie. and first, you gotta tell me what you want," satoru gave your thigh a loud smooch, his fingertips tracing your folds and barely dipping inside of your dripping cunt before heâd pull away. only to repeat it again.
in a moment of weakness, you found yourself relenting, âyour fingers, toru. please,â it came out low, barely enough for his ears to register. and almost like clockwork, he took that opportunity to tease you further.
âwhat was that, baby? couldnât really hear you,â he retorted, clicking his tongue. when you went to open your mouth, he pushed his fingers inside of your cunt. the loud squelch cutting you off completely.
âyour. fingers,â you gritted out, your request coming out louder, âplease.â
he pushed his fingers inside of you yet again, bringing them to his lips and swirling his tongue around them, âplease what?â another tease.
âplease, toru. i want your fingers,â a low whine was evident in your voice.
âthere we go, baby. that wasnât so hard, hm?â his fingers thrusted inside of you once more, curling in a come hither motion.
satoru closed his lips around your puffy clit, sucking on it before swirling his tongue. he started with drawing small circles on your nub, before your brows furrowed.
he was using your damn clit as a writing board.
the tip of his tongue carefully spelled each letter,
âI. LOVE. YOU.â
âseriously?â it came out shakier than you wouldâve liked, little gasps and unsteady breaths leaving your lips.
âmhm,â he didnât bother on elaborating further, covering your clit in his spit as he sucked. the curl of his fingers hit that spot inside of you with each thrust, his fingers thrusting deeper than even some of your toys.
âah ah, fuck!â you let out a moan, hips bucking into his face to meet his tongue frantically. âdonât stop, donât stop, just like that,â each swipe and thrust brought you closer and closer, your back nearly off the mattress.
satoru simply shook his head, swiping his tongue back and forth. the idea was simply absurdâthat he was even capable of thinking to stop. ânot gonna stop, baby. just wanna keep tasting you,â he responded, swinging his feet back and forth again in sync with his thrusts.
you werenât sure if you hated him or you wanted to fuck him even more. maybe a little of both.
that familiar coil tightened in your lower stomach, your nails practically digging into his scalp in response. âah fuck, yeah, dig them in there, i can take it, i can take it,â satoru was reduced to a babbling mess yet again, each whine vibrating against your clit.
âiâm close, iâm close, gonna cum,â your moans had him pushing his hips into the mattress, seeking anything to relief his aching cock. butâthis wasnât about him. it was about you first. âcome for me, baby, take what you need.â
the coil inside of you snapped, your orgasm hitting you at once. your hips stilled, your release coating his fingers and spilling out onto the bedsheets underneath. he sucked his fingers, cleaning up every. single. last. dribble.
gojo wasted no time in unzipping his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. freed from its confines, his cock sprung up against his stomach. pink tip twitching and allâdripping drop after drop of precum.
wrapping a hand around the base, he swiped the tip against your folds. much like heâd be swiping his card later. up and down, letting your slick coat the head before he slowly pushed it inside. pushing against that initial resistance.
âbiggg stretch, there we go,â a hiss escaped from his lips, feeling your walls squeeze against him tightly. he had to close his eyes, refusing to look down at you. he knew that if he did, that would be all it would take for him to bust.
satoru placed your legs on his shoulders, slowly starting to move his hips forward. pushing inch by inch inside with each thrust, up until he could see his tip bulging in your lower tummy.
âtoru?â your voice broke him out of the trance, hazy blues meeting your own glazed over gaze.
âyes, baby?â
âyou think maybe, just maybe, you could go a little faster?â
satoru broke out into a cheshire like grin, making you instantly regret your ask, âanything for you, my princess.â
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
the sound of your skin slapping against his own, the sound of your moans and his shaky breaths filled the room, mixing in with the heavy stench of sex. satoruâs grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging into you while he used your cunt how he pleased.
âthat fast enough for you, baby?â satoru taunted, a smirk on his face. the sight in front of him was nothing short of perfectâfrom the way your jaw fell taut, drool leaking out from the corner of your lips with each punishing thrust. all the way down to the way your tits bounced, each bounce nearly putting him in a hypnosis.
âyes yes, fuck!â your hands dug into the bedsheets underneath as a lifeline, something to cling onto. you could even feel the slight curve to the left, each vein grazing your walls.
ây-yeah? finally good enough for you?â you could only nod in response, his cock drilling out every thought. your walls squeezed around him, toes curling against his back. you didnât have to give him any warning this timeâhe simply knew.
âso good, so good,â you babbled like a broken record, his dick hitting your g-spot with such ease it had you wondering why youâd ever accepted the breakup.
âsuck for me,â satoru prodded his thumb against your bottom lip. you instinctively parted your lips, swirling your tongue around it and sucking on it. all while keeping your eyes on him. he couldâve sworn you were trying to kill him now.
you released with a pop, his thumb glistening with your saliva. âah fuck! keep going, keep going!â satoru rubbed quick circles against your clit, his own thrusts starting to grow sloppier and sloppier. heavy balls smacked against your ass with each push of his hips, one of his feet propped up against the mattress for an angle that had your eyes rolling back.
ât-toru! make me cum, please, please!â you whined, nails scraping against the cotton bedsheets. your walls clenched against him tightly, milking his cock, before your orgasm washed over you like a wave.
your release coated his shaft, your cunt squelching as he fucked you towards his own orgasm. he was close, so so close, but the man needed one more push. âtell me you love me, please,â his voice came out ragged, âi need you to tell me.â
âi love you, toru,â his name had never sounded so good, so sweet before. the quiet whisper of your admission was all it took to push him from the edge. a low groan left his lips, spurt after spurt of cum dripping inside of you. painting your walls white, pooling where he and you were still connected.
satoru pulled out carefully, the mixture of fluids dripping from his softening shaft onto the cotton bedsheets underneath. at least heâd been smart enough to use the guest room. âstay here, iâll be right back with something to clean you off.â
he came back into the room with a wet hand towel from the guest bathroom, gently cleaning in between your legs. wiping away at the cum dripping down your legs, staining your thighs. âthere we go, how are you feeling? you need water?â satoru tossed the towel to the side, pulling his pants back up.
âno, thank you. but youâre cleaning up the cat shit downstairs by the way,â you pulled the covers over your nude body, turning your back over to him. satoru let out a whine, kneeling over on the bed, âyouâre not serious.â
kiss. kiss. he pressed his lips gently from your exposed shoulder blade up to your neck, his mouth ghosting over your ear when he finished. âplease, baby?â he whispered, the proximity of it all making a shiver run down your spine.
a shiver that you concealed by pulling the cover tighter around your body, turning your head away from him. âno. you made the mess.â
gojo reluctantly made his way downstairs, picking up a broom for what seemed to be the first time in his life before he started to awkwardly sweep the floor. trying and failing to scoop it up in the dust pan. trying to mimic what heâd seen from one of the maids.
even the cat had woken up from her nap, staring daggers into him with beady emerald eyes. despite him feeding her just a couple minutes beforehand and trying to appease her with extra treats (the cat was not appeased). like she knew what had just taken place upstairs.
âdonât look at me like that, iâll give you more,â satoru pouted when the cat continued to glare holes into him, possibly definitely plotting out his murder when he went to sleep tonight, âplease.â
eventually, after 9 minutes of trying (and failing) to mop up the place, he broke down. he dialed shokoâs number like second nature, hoping to every entity she wasnât completely drunk off her ass. or passed out. or both.
âheyyyyy, how you doing?â shoko slurred into the phone. at least she was coherent enough to respond. phew.
âthings are fine. butâŠâ satoru took a deep breath, bracing himself for the inevitable teasing heâd get, ââhow do you use a broom?â the words left him in a whisper, akin to a deeply guarded shame. maybe it was.
âcome again?â
he had to take another deep breath, letting out a quiet groan before repeating himself, âiâm asking you for help on using a broom.â
one second passed.
two seconds passed.
he almost had the hope that shoko wouldnât react.
a hope that quickly died out when shoko burst out into boisterous cackles, managing to get out a broken, âyou donât know how to use one at almost thirty?â
satoru folded his arms with a petulant pout on his face, tapping his foot against the floor while he waited for shoko to get her laugh in. âno. can you just help me? your catâs glaring at me.â
it was almost pitiful the way he clung onto every word shoko was telling him, finishing up what shouldâve been a thirty minute job in an hour. he leaned back against the couch cushion, wiping nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
âhow do you people do this everyday?â he let out a scoff, taking a moment to admire his surroundings. squeaky clean. absolutely no streaks on the floor (maybe a couple on the wallâthey didnât count.)
he could practically hear shokoâs eyeroll, a grunt leaving her lips, âdunno, probably by not depending on maids or whatever.â
âtouchĂ©, yeah. but if you had a maid, the opportunity to babysit with my girlfriend wouldnât have happened.â
âspeaking of babysitting. sooo, howâd it go?â shoko mused from the other line, her words starting to slur together. seemingly more drunk than when the conversation first started.
satoru giggled, giggled into the phone, âoh, weâre so getting back together. it only took her like one glance and she was already soo whipped.â
âuh-huh,â and despite shokoâs obvious disinterest in the conversation, satoru continued to talk her ear out, âno, no, but iâm telling you. she wants me so bad, i swear. she practically jumped my bones.â
after nearly 20 âuh-huhâsâ and 15 âthatâs crazyâsâ from shoko, he decided to hang up and go back to bed. a small smile formed on his face upon seeing you still asleep, trying to carefully tip toe his way into the opposite side of the bed.
âdid i wear you out, baby?â he poked the side of your cheek when you finally stirred, propping himself up on a elbow. despite the stupid grin on his face, he couldnât hide the sheer adoration in his eyes.
not when he stared at you like you were an expensive painting, something to be admired. scratch thatâsomeone that he wouldnât mind admiring if given the opportunity to.
âno, never that,â you let out a stifled yawn, rubbing your eyes. a clear indicator that he did, indeed, wear you out.
satoru let out a small snicker, nodding along before wrapping an arm around your torso. bracing himself for the moment that youâd push him away like before. much to his surprise, you didnât.
you welcomed the cuddlingâmuch to your tired state, scooting closer to where he was laying down.
and satoru didnât find himself minding cleaning up cat shit again if it meant getting to hold you like this. to have you mold against him like a missing puzzle piece.
though granted, heâd like to avoid cleaning up cat shit for as long as possible.
you wrapped an arm around him, resting your head against his chest in your sleep. âi love you,â he whispered, lightly pressing his lips against your shoulder blade.
âjust because we fucked doesnât mean weâre getting back together. an iâm sorry and a couple thongs wonât fix what you said,â you muttered in your half asleep state. despite your words, you let him engulf you into his own version of a human blanket and entangle his limbs in every possible crevice.
âi know, i know. thatâs why i sent the flowers too,â at the glare heâd grown so used to seeing directed his way, he decided to shut up, âokay, iâm sorry. iâll try to show you better, i promise.â just being with you like this, holding you close against him was enough to ease the pain heâd felt the last couple months.
your embrace allowed him to find his home again, a home that he wasnât sure he wanted to give up again when morning came. âand if you still donât want me, just let me love you, sweets. doesnât matter if you never wanna see me again,â he whispered, noticing a faint smile on your lips. gone as quickly as itâd appeared.
maybe gojo satoru wasnât such a hopeless man.
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spencer reid x fem!reader | masterlist
summary àŒ spencer reid x secret relationship!reader â in which members of the bau go out for dinner and see spencer with... a girl?
early seasons spencer, twilight & ariana grande references for some reason (i don't even listen to her), reader sits on spencer's lap, disgustingly cute but mostly disgusting
word count àŒ 2k
noraâs notes àŒ my first spencer reid fic + a new writing style. this may be a complete disaster đ
Spencerâs in the middle of finishing up a reread of a Sherlock Holmes installment and packing up from work when the clomping of two pairs of shoes ruins his peace.Â
âMorning, genius,â one of the voices says, bubbling with sweetness in just a way he knows exactly who it is without having to look at the two shadows that enter his vision, blocking the light.Â
âItâs almost evening. In fact, itâs been six hours, thirty-four minutes, and eighteen seconds since morning,â he mutters, flicking the page over. âNow, move. I canât see.âÂ
âNo, youâve been in a funk all week and weâre going to get you out of it,â Garcia sing-songs, taking his book hostage. She looks the opposite of how he has the past weekâput together, with a perfect outfit, as always. âI donât care why youâve been a grump, only that you come out with us tonight, yeah? You donât have to drink, just hang out.âÂ
He looks up, reluctance prodding his expression. Garcia and Derek are side-to-side, arms crossed, looking down at him. Yeah, nope. âIâm busy tonight.âÂ
âWith?â Derek raises an eyebrow. âYou got a date, pretty boy?âÂ
âIâm meeting with a friend whoâs been out-of-town.â He responds, reaching out for his book. âOkay, Dad?âÂ
âSeriously, Reid?â JJ chimes in from behind the other two. âCome out with us.âÂ
âIâm busy. I would say I was sorry, but Iâm not. 1 in 8 people apologize at least twenty times a day. 43% of people regularly apologize during a situation in which they are not at faultââ Spencer begins as he turns away from them to collect his things.Â
âYeah, thatâs enough. Getting Hotch to come was hard enough, Iâll call it quits while I still can. See you tomorrow, Reid.â JJ turns on her heel and walks back towards her own desk.
âIâll see you two tomorrow too.â He nods and passes them on his way out. âBye.âÂ
Garcia looks at Derek, her eyebrows cocked. âWell, then.âÂ
âGuess itâll just be you and me, baby girl,â he teases, heading to walk back to his desk.Â
âJust the way I like it.â Her heels nip the back of his shoes as she chases after him. âEven though JJ and Hotch will be there too.âÂ
âThey can watch.âÂ
âÂ
âWhenâs Hotch getting here?â JJ drums her fingers on the side of her glass, tilting her head up. The restaurant theyâre in is loud and crowded, the three of them squished into a booth clearly meant for two, all having glasses of what the waitress described as âfun, flirty drinksâ cradled in their hands. Garciaâs stirring some kind of electric pink concoction with an equally pink umbrella when a throat clears.Â
âIâm here,â their boss says, sliding into the booth next to them. His eyebrows furrowâwell, maybe thatâs just his resting face, they canât really tellâas he glances at the drink in Derekâs hands. âWhat exactly is it that youâre drinking?âÂ
He shrugs, taking a sip. âI think itâs called the Orange Surprise. Not that thereâs anything surprising about itâor this place, at all, really. I mean, look around. And this just tastes likeââÂ
âWait,â Garcia interrupts, eyes on something behind him. She whips off her glasses, rubbing them furiously on her shirt before her jaw drops and she begins to stand in her seat. âIs it just me or is that Reid over there with a girl? A gorgeous girl at that?âÂ
As soon as she finishes her sentence, three more heads whip around to her line of vision, shock pulling at their faces. Even Hotch looks mildly surprised.Â
From their vantage point in the restaurant, they can see Spencerâs side profile as he stares at a girl across the table from himâyou, looking magnificent, even in the dingy, uneven bar lighting. Your elbows are on the table, face cradled by your hands as you stare up at him. The love shining out of your face--lips parted with intrigue as you listen, eyes soft, cheeks relaxed--is sickeningly lovely. And even at first glance, a table full of profilers can tell just how much you care about himâenough to reach across the table and smooth down an untidy lapel, enough to listen raptly as the words begin spilling out of him in a ramble, to smile at him with a kind of learned tenderness you only get from knowing someone with incredible intimacy and just time.Â
âOh. My. God.â She tries to scooch past Derek, who catches her by the hips.Â
âWait, baby girl. I wanna see how this plays out before we interrupt. What if thatâs a cousin? I don't know, a friend?â He says, stalling her. She reluctantly sits back in her seat, neck craned.Â
âTheyâre touching,â JJ reports, a gasp falling from her lips. âReid hates touch.âÂ
âWe can see, JJ,â Derek quips, though his jaw is just as dropped.Â
As soon as the boy started rambling, everyone at the table expected you to get up and walk away, or look as bored as they felt listening to him. But you stayed. Your eyes are on his, nodding every so often. They watch as one of your hands wanders to Spencerâs arm, rubbing a circle on the fabric of his button-down. He looks so relaxed in your presence, unlike theyâve ever seen him before. What the hell is happening?
âPlease let me go over,â Penelope begs. âI need to know. I need to meet her!âÂ
âI second it,â JJ echoes. âTheyâre worse than the two of you, and I didnât think that was possible with Genius over there.âÂ
âNo, we still donât know if theyâre long-term or first date or what. What if we barge in and theyâre just friends?â Derek almost sounds convincing. Almost.
âThat is not friendly behavior,â Hotch chimes in. Their attention lasers in on the table in front of them, shock freezing their limbs. Youâre pouting, saying something to Spencerâheâs melting in your hands, nodding so much it looks like his head could just screw off any moment now, and you stand. Are you going to leave? Break up? Whatâs happening?Â
You wander to his side of the table, and, in the most disgusting display of PDA ever, you lower yourself onto his lap, hands knitting themselves together behind his neck. And Spencer is sickeningly okay with it, hands traveling to your hips, massaging your pelvic bones as you say something to him. A blush pinches his cheeksâno, itâs like a virus, spreading all over his face as he buries himself into your neck.Â
Garcia thinks she heard Derek gag. A giggle escapes you, loud enough to hear from their booth. From across the restaurant. Â
âOkay, weâre going over,â he announces, standing from the table. âEven just to break this up. Iâm nauseous.âÂ
âCopy that,â JJ contorts her face, following the group towards them.Â
Garciaâs practically skipping ahead, expression both accusatory and giddy as she reaches your table. Her hands slam onto the wood, eyes wide as Spencer rears back, immediately on alert. âAlright, Reid, explain yourself now.âÂ
âLess dramatic, princess,â Derek whispers to her, nudging her shoulder.Â
You cock your head at the quartet. They can all tell youâre mentally scanning them, just as much as theyâre doing to you. It takes you a couple momentsâand Spencerâs groan as he returns to his previous position nestled on your shoulderâbefore it clicks who they are.Â
You jump up, abandoning Spencer with an embellished gasp. âYou must be the BAU!âÂ
âMinus a few members, yes.â Hotch nods at you, looking the exact picture of what your boyfriend had described. Anyone who didnât know him wouldnât be able to peer past the perfectly neutral, bordering on pleasant mask heâs pasted on his face. But that twitch of his lips gives it all away: he knew nothing about you, and mentally his jaw is on the floor. âPleasure to meet you.âÂ
âYou tooâŠAaron Hotchner?â You guess, biting your lip. Youâre so purely adorable that half of the team is already in love with you.Â
He nods, and you smile at all of them. The happiness youâre wearing is so genuine that JJ whispers to Derek, âI think I just got blinded.â
âAnd youâre Penelope Garcia?â You turn towards her, eyebrows raised. She reaches her hand to shake yours, but you bypass it entirely and go in to wrap your arms firmly around her. She hugs you back, eyes blown up at shock.
âOh my God, I canât believe youâve been keeping her from me this whole time!â She accuses Spencer as you pull back, greeting the other members as well. You hear the surprise in JJâs laugh as you do the same for her, hug firm and leaking with kindness.Â
âI havenât,â he responds matter-of-factly. Heâs resisting the urge to pull you back into him, annoyed at all of his colleagues for stealing your time together. Instead, he shifts to the edge of the seat, legs opening wide in a manspread that would be absolutely disgusting on anyone else. But it fits him. Alarmingly well. âI talk about Y/N all the time.âÂ
âY/Nâs your girlfriend?â Garciaâs tone borders on a shriek, but in a restaurant as loud as this one, no one notices. âI thought she was your cousin!âÂ
âEw, what?â you crinkle your nose just as Spencer echoes your wordsââThatâs disgusting. But scarily more common than youâd think.âÂ
âI-I mean, you do talk about her a lot. Youâve just never mentioned her in relation to you before.â She sputters out. Everyone can see the cogs turning in her brain, trying to piece the puzzle together. âI love you already.âÂ
âHe said he wouldnât talk about us at work,â you agree, letting his arm pull you between his legs, one hand falling to your thigh. âDo you guys want to sit down? Now that the catâs out of the bag, we should catch up.âÂ
âUm, yes, absolutely!â Garcia throws her hands into the air, scooching the two of you over so she can fit into the booth. âNow, tell me absolutely everything.âÂ
You shrug, snug on your boyfriendâs lap while also leaning in to look at her. Both of you sparkle in a way he absolutely adores. âI saw him, I liked him, I wanted him, and I got him.âÂ
âIn the wise words of Ariana Grande,â she nods, words wise and expression stoic.
âAre you an Arianator?â You gasp, hand collapsing onto her hand in excitement. She takes that cue to launch into something Spencer does not at all understand. The other members of the BAU shuffle into the other side of the booth, Derek closest to Spencer and JJ at the end. He almost lets out a laugh seeing Hotch sitting so uncomfortably between them, shoulders drawn up tight as to conserve room, face equally as scrunched.
He opens his mouth to comment, but your fingers interrupt, drumming on his shoulder in excitement. You recap your conversation in a voice no one else can quite hear but him. He nods as you ramble, the opposite of what you were doing for him a few minutes ago. In some ways, you're just like him, but you're also complete opposites in so many others. While he usually hates physical touch, you lean into it, fingers tracing patterns onto his broad back while the sun peeks out of the sky, showering him in a glow that makes him downright angelic. Your other hand creeps to his as you watch him brush his teethâyou love seeing his toothbrush next to yours, thereâs something so incredibly romantic about it that you can't describe, something that intertwines the two of you. Heâs yours, youâre his.Â
He presses his lips to your hair, then behind your hair, inhaling you. Youâre perfect for him. So, so perfect.Â
âWow, pretty boy.â Derek shakes his head. âJust when I thought Iâd seen everything. I didnât think youâd be so into PDA.âÂ
âShe was away for a whole week. What do you expect me to do?â He huffs, arm wrapping around your waist. Yes, he still hates handshakes, but for youâwell, he is absolutely pathetic. And after having you leave for work? Not seeing you for seven whole days? He would get down on his knees and beg you to hold his hand. To pay him an ounce of attention. God, he is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.Â
âGreet her like a normal person. Or stay in your apartment,â Morgan advises, only half-joking.Â
But Spencerâs no longer paying a shred of attention to anything his co-worker is saying. Heâs too absorbed in you, laugh unabashed and tinkling as you discuss something animatedly with JJ and Garcia. You fit so well in his little family, he thinks. You might as well just stay with him forever.Â
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Throw away the caution! Part 2 | LN4
word count: roughly 2k
warning: shitty writing, confusing, pinning, mention of alcohol, drinking and getting tipsy/drunk
summary: Lando (annoyingly) has a crush on non other than his best friends younger sister, Y/n Fewtrell. It was his well kept secret. Why? Because he knows how overprotective Max is of you. What happens when Carlos and Oscar find out about it? Will a drunken night out celebrating a race weekend change their relationship?
a/n: Iâm so so sorry for the long wait but here it is, the second part! Please still ignore the terrible writing Iâm still exploring with my style and such. Check out part one here!



The paddock is already bustling with energy when you and Max walked in. The journalists are trying to get some last minute shots and stories out of everyone. You wouldnât say that youâre used to cameras being pointed at you or being quizzed by the media. But then again it didnât surprise you that much when it happened. When Lando joined Formula One some attention also turned to his best friend whenever he was around. And since you normally spend your time during the race weekend with Max, there are some media pictures of you as well.
You stopped a few times along the way to the McLaren garage to talk with some of the drivers that you both know. When you reached the garage, the first one you saw was Oscar. âHi guys,â he greeted the both of you. âLando is still in the back,â he mentioned while pointing in the general direction. After a short greeting Max was already on his way to Lando. You however stayed in the front not sure if Lando really wanted you in his driverâs room after all.
âSooo how do you feel about today?â You ask Oscar. âExcited but nervous,â he admits. âHome races are always⊠well different with all the fans around. My family is here as well. Weâll see how it goes,â Oscar confesses, getting slightly red around his cheeks. The younger McLaren driver was a bit nervous. At that moment Carlos decided to step up to the two of you. âMorning Carlos,â you greet him. âHow was Sydney?â You ask, having just recently seen the pictures of him and Alex there. âIt was good. How about your flight? Heard you arrived yesterday,â he said curiously.
âSame old, still donât like the long flights,â you mention, Carlos knowing from previous conversations about your hate towards long distance flights. âBut Iâm very happy to be here for the full three days for a change.â You quickly add, gaze drifting towards the garage to see if your brother or Lando were back in the front. âIâll go and grab something to drink. Do you want anything?â You ask the drivers but both are shaking their heads, no.
Oscar turns towards Carlos as soon as you are out of hearing range. âAm I imagining this?â he asks the Spaniard, pointing towards where you just went and where Lando is. For a quick second Carlos was confused by the younger driver's question before it clicked. âOh, that. Iâm honestly surprised that you mentioned it. And I mean the feelings are there you know from his side at least.â he confesses quietly to the Aussie, his Spanish accent getting stronger the more he tries to keep his voice down. After all, the media didn't need to know about this. âWhen did Lando tell you?â he asks the Aussie. âHe didnât,â Oscar says. âWe spent an evening together at Maxâs place. You know just us four and I saw the way he looks at here.â He admits, âhe also wouldnât shut up about her during testing in Bahrain. From what I know theyâve been talking a lot.â
âYou donât happen to know how she feels?â Oscar asks. Both ignore everything that is happening around too caught up in the conversation. âNo I donât,â he says. âI mean we are not that close so I never ask her and she wasnât around much recently because of her private life.â Carlos adds. Oscar nodes in complete understanding. It would be weird if they just randomly went up to her and asked her about that, or would it? âThey would be cute togetherâŠâ Oscar trails off mid sentence. âSi,â Carlos agrees. They didnât need to say it out loud, both drivers were on the same page. Try to figure out if you feel the same towards Lando and hopefully, depending on your answer, get the two of you together.
When you came back from getting a drink Carlos and Oscar were gone. Probably busy with preparations. You did spot Max outside casually talking to some McLaren personnel. You look around hoping to spot Lando before the first practice session. But luck wasnât on your side. When you didnât see the driver a strange feeling of disappointment overcame you. You could ask your brother if he knows where Lando is. It is the first race weekend after the winter break. Pressure and expectations for the team but especially Lando are at an all time high after the constructors title. Also Lando was the one to invite the both of you to Melbourne. It wouldnât be suspicious if you ask your brother. At least thatâs what you hope. You didnât need your brother knowing about this strange situation.
âDo you know where Lando is?â You ask your brother, âI want to wish him good luck before the practice session.â âLast time I saw him he was in the garage but I think he went somewhere.â He says a bit unsure, now looking around trying to see if he can spot his best friend. âOh okay. Well, itâs no trouble. Iâll catch him later,â you dismiss it. The feeling of disappointment only grows within you. It was as if Lando heard his name being called. He suddenly pops up out of nowhere. âY/n Iâm so happy to have you here,â he exclaimed happily with a bright smile on his face. You know that the smile wasnât because of you. It couldn't be.
âJust wanted to wish you good luck out there.â You say quickly, giving the Brit a hug. His arms wrap tightly around you for a few seconds before he lets go. Oscar can see the whole scene from a slight distance. The plan he made with Carlos would probably sound more than stupid to anyone else. However Oscar saw your smile when Lando gave you a hug and the slightly disappointed look as soon as he left. You are definitely feeling something for Lando, he was sure of that. And hiding that wasnât your strong suit.
You spent as much as you could during the whole weekend with Lando. If he wasn't around your brother was mostly there to keep you company. Oscar and Carlos seem to be around her the whole time as well, sometimes directly in conversations and other times in the background. You love spending time with the other drivers so you really didnât mind them being around.
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He did it! Lando is the first winner of the 2025 season. The race was chaotic to say the least but it was good seeing your friend at the top of the podium. You couldn't be more proud of him. It was a bit after the race and youâre currently out with a few of the drivers at a local bar to celebrate the weekend. The night wouldnât be too crazy, after all the Chinese GP is right around the corner.
You are sitting at one of the tables with some sort of cocktail in your hand. You're not exactly sure what was in it since it was a recommendation from one of the bartenders. No, youâre not drunk, nor was that the goal, but definitely a bit tipsy. Enough to loosen your tongue. Lando is sitting with you just idly chatting about whatever comes to mind.
âSo y/n⊠can I ask you something a bit more personal?â Lando asks you. âOf course you can sillly,â you answer. âWell⊠itâs a bit weird but I heard Carlos talking to Oscar the other day about you uhm liking someone and I guess I just wonder who the lucky guy is..â he got out. He definitely had more to drink than you did and was already slipping into being drunk. Before he went out with you he was celebrating the win with this team.
You freeze for a second remembering a conversation you had with Carlos and Oscar on Saturday after qualifying. They came up to you and started asking questions about your relationship with Lando, not so subtly trying to get something out of you. Their goal, trying to see if you like the Brit. You didnât really say anything to them, but your facial expression probably said more than a thousand words and told them exactly what they needed to know. It also wasnât just a coincidence that Lando heard both of them talking about it. They planned it at the exact moment, hoping to steal some sort of reaction out of him so that one of you would finally carve in and confess their feelings.
You didnât know what to say. What could you say to that? Sure you could be honest but that would very likely ruin everything. But you don't like lying, especially to those that are close to you. It was a complicated situation. âI⊠I honestly donât know what⊠uhm what to say,â you stutter out a blush creeping up on your cheeks. Lando tilts his head to the side, eyes open wide and looking directly into yours. It was hard for you in this exact moment to read his body language.
âIs it one of the drivers?â he asks slowly. You just nod your head slightly still deep in your thoughts. Lando slowly and shyly took your hand that wasnât holding the glass in his. His thumb was drawing small, smoothing circles. He took another long sip of his drink. âCan I confess something?â he asks, eyes still looking into yours but a deep reddish blush creeping up his neck. His words are slurred together with an accent thicker than before.
Yet again you nod your head, not wanting to speak too afraid to break the moment. âI- I like you y/n and I have for a while,â he mumbled almost inaudibly with the loud music. âI have for a while,â he added. For a moment you are speechless, not sure how to react. His grip on your hand loses trying to pull away. You could see the anxiety in his eyes slowly coming out through the drunken haze. âI like you too, Lando. Have for a while.â
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Through Every Spin

You had always known that motorsport was unpredictable. No matter how skilled a driver was, one small mistake could change everything. But knowing that didnât make it any easier when you saw Oscarâs car suddenly snap sideways, spinning in the middle of the race.
Your breath caught in your throat as the tires screeched against the asphalt, the car momentarily out of control. The seconds stretched unbearably long as you watched, hands gripping the pit wall tightly.
For a brief, terrifying moment, all you could think about was him.
Then, his voice crackled through the team radio. âIâm okay. Iâm okay.â
Relief flooded your system so fast it nearly made you dizzy. He recovered the car, rejoined the race, and kept pushing until the checkered flag waved. But even as he finished in the points, you knew he wouldnât be happy with himself.
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After the race, you waited outside the McLaren motorhome, knowing exactly how Oscar would be feeling. He was his own biggest criticâif there was even the slightest mistake, heâd overanalyze it for hours.
When the door finally opened, he stepped out, still in his race suit, his expression unreadable. His gaze found yours instantly, and before he could say anything, you walked up and wrapped your arms around him.
âHey,â you murmured softly.
He sighed, leaning into your embrace. âHey.â
You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. âRough race.â
âThatâs one way to put it.â He exhaled heavily. âI had the pace for more, and then I just⊠lost the rear. One mistake, and it ruined everything.â
You frowned, reaching up to brush some hair from his forehead. âIt didnât ruin everything, Oscar. You kept going. You still finished in the points. That matters.â
He huffed a small, tired laugh. âYou always know what to say to make me feel less like an idiot.â
âThatâs because youâre not an idiot,â you said simply. âYouâre just really hard on yourself.â
His lips pressed together, his arms tightening slightly around your waist. âI just hate messing up.â
You gave him a small smile and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. âYouâre allowed to make mistakes. It doesnât change the fact that youâre an amazing driver.â
For the first time since the race, some of the tension in his shoulders eased. He let out a breath, pulling you back into his arms and resting his chin on your shoulder. âThanks.â
âAlways.â
Before either of you could say anything else, a familiar voice called out.
âThere you are! We were waiting for you.â It was his mother, smiling warmly as she walked over with his sister. âCome on, letâs go get some food. You both need it.â
Oscar glanced at you, a hint of amusement flickering in his tired eyes. âGuess we donât have a choice.â
You grinned. âNope. Besides, youâll feel better after eating.â
With that, the four of you left the paddock together, the weight of the race slowly fading away as the conversation shifted to more lighthearted things. And as you sat next to Oscar at dinner, listening to his mother fuss over him and his sister teasing him about the spin, you realizedâno matter what happened on track, he would always have people who loved and supported him.
And that was what really mattered.
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Authorâs Note: I had this story unfinished in my drafts for a while, but todayâs race made me complete it! Watching Oscarâs moment on track gave me the final push to finish this, and I just had to write about it.
- poor Oscar , swear I was about to cry, this reminds me of Charles Monaco "curse".
Like father like son đ
#f1#f1 x female reader#one shot fanfic#f1 one shot#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#oneshot#f1 fanfic#fluff#f1 fic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri one shot#oscar piastri#osc#oscar piastri x reader#australia#australia gp 2025#australia grand prix
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Hi just discovered your blog and I love itâ€ïž can I request a mark Grayson with a s/o who's the batman of their universe like she's a rich girl and a playboy(girl?) like in the public but at night she's the dark knight and it's a regular human with the skills of batman. I just find it funny if he's like "omg the batman/dark knight is it true your vampire or what kind of powers and reader is like đŠ "no I'm human" and he's like đ€š since he saw her knee kick the air out of a guy for jaywalking and break the ribs of 5 guys for littering without a sweat also how they would work as a duo maybe she gains a robin?
Thank you! I love this idea so much!! âĄâž(Ë¶Ë á” Ë˶)âžâĄ I had so much fun writing it I hope this lives up to your expectations â hope you enjoy!! đŠđ

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Rich girl by day, Dark knight by night. Mark was aware that you were wealthy and kind of a big deal in the social scene. Designer outfits? Attending exclusive parties ? Fancy galas? Driving expensive sports cars? Yeah everything about you screams rich.
Mark had some suspicion on you, but when he found out he was SHOOK! You?? The masked vigilante everyone in the city feared? âWait.. you're the one who put those 3 guys in the hospital last week?â Youâd shrugged it off âThey had it comingâ
âWhat kind of powers do you have?â He would deadass think you had some kind of supernatural ability. Maybe vampirism? Super strength??? Nope! Just peak human conditioning and a lot of training. âSo you're human?â âYepâ ââŠAnd you're doing all of this?â âMhmâ âJesus Christâ
When he first watched you in action his jaw was on the floor, taking 6 guys in under a minute â one well placed knee kick, backflip, and some nice creative use of grappling hook. Mark just floated above you like =ÍÍÍÍ(êȘáêȘâ§ïżœïżœÌ„Ì) âYou⊠you justââ âYeahâ âAnd you'reââ âHumanâ
He finds it funny with how different you are when you're in your dark knight mode versus your public person. Seeing you at a charity gala and that same night youâre taking down a drug ring in the cityâs back alleys.
He pictures you in a fancy dress but when you suit up as the dark knight he's like âHold up, that's the same person?!â
Youâre always on the arm of a new date, you use it as a way to cover your work, making it easier to explain why you're out all hours of the night. Mark lowkey gets jealous, even though he knows it all means nothing. âSo.. dinner with that tech billionaire last night?â âHe was boringâ âSure, sure. Guess i'll just have to keep an eye on youâ (àč>ŰâąÌàč)
He 100% talks about you to the Guardians of the Globe all the time. âYeah my girlfriend? Took down 8 guys by herself last night. No big dealâ Rex: "isnât she human?" âYeah that's the crazy part!â
Youâre always teasing him, running a finger down his chest, leaning in close wherever you talk to him. Mark pretends he's unaffected but his jaw clenching when you call him handsome says otherwise. He tries to flirt back but c'mon you're too good at the game.
Training together, Mark would BEG you to train him in hand to hand combat. He would get frustrated with you wiping the floor with him despite his super strength. âHow are you so fast??â
The media loves them. Headlines like âDark knight And Her Flying Sidekick Strike Again!â âWho is the Dark Knightâs New Partner?â Mark hates being called the sidekick but you just laugh it off and say âWell you are following my leadâ âIâm not your sidekickâ âSure you aren't Graysonâ
You and Mark have different fighting styles but somehow it works. He's more of brute strength and super speed, punching enemies. While you're all about precision, calculated strikes and exploiting weak points. You're the planner and he's the muscle, mapping out the enemyâs territory. He follows your lead even if he pretends he doesn't but he listens when you give orders.
Once the nightâs work is done you both linger in the dark or on top of rooftops. Mark leans against the wall staring at the stars with you by his side. âSame time tomorrow?" âOnly if you try to to get yourself killedâ But you'll both be there
#invincible#invincible x reader#fluff#invincible season 3#mark grayson#mark grayson x reader#batman reader#vigilante reader#headcanon
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Info dump your fave Logan things and concepts SFW and NSFW so one of us can write you a banging indulgent fanfic? Lemme spoil u bbygrl. ( Nonny bc Idk if this is chill or if I'm weird for this. đ )
NONNNNNNY YOU ARE SO SWEET I'M GONNA CRRRYYYY

I could go on FOR HOURS about my fav logan things omg, so i'll try to keep this down to my FAV favorites <3 (SFW and NSFW ahead!)(i might make another similar post w a whole bunch more bc this got me thiiiinkiiin)
SFW
Logan listening to hyperfixations, STRAIGHT UP. He may sit silently, and do other stuff while you rant, but he LISTENS so good. makes comments and reassures that hes still listening
Soft, gentle touches. Him putting his hand on your lower back when leading you through a crowd, scratching your back or arm while cuddling (God im such a slut for that)
LAUGHING TOGETHER. I wanna see that man GIGGLE. I wanna see him GUFFAWING. he's laughing so hard he's crying.
Logan likes to sit outside during his downtime I think. I think he likes being able to breathe fresh air (and probs smoke freely without anyone jumping his ass over it lmao). Imagine sitting on the porch on his lap during a spring thunderstorm. His big arms wrapped around you protectively. bonus points if you're on a porch swing (altho w how heavy logan is COULD he sit on a porch swing w/o breaking it???)
butterfly kissess butterfly kisses
we talk a lot about his deep passionate kisses and believe me I LOVE THAT. but Lately i just been obsseseed with him giving fluttery lil kisses all over your face
also nose nuzzles. ive been including those a lot in my fics lmao
God i love his beard so much, wanna scratch it and pet it. I like to think he'd would teasingly rub it all over your face
WAIT A MIN. CATS DO THAT.
lmao
early morning snuggles
yknow those super passionate kisses and dips those old hollywood movies do? yeah that with Logan
NSFW
unfg
His. Stamina. God i want this man going at it with me for HOURS.
TBH Im so indecisive about what Logans fav position would be. I feel like mating press would drive him INSANE. You're bent and half and logan just SLAMMING his shit into you. so hard and fast the BED FRAME BREAKS
I LOVE the idea of Logan being this tough guy loner who could have anyone he wanted, but he becomes completely OBSESSED with you. Everything you do turns him on. You could put him smack in the middle of a strip club and he'll still be thinking about you
his shaky thighs when you suck him off and make him completely undone
him being so much bigger than you that you're pretty much swallowed by him. hes onto of you, between your legs and there's a significant STRETCH in how far you have to spread your legs for him to fit with his hips flush against yours
turning into a puddle underneath him as he fucks you sooooo good your speechless and in a whole another world, and he's just sweet talking and cooing at you how pretty you are and what a good girl you are and mmmmmph yes
manhandling. god i just want him to be forcing me into different positions and picking me up and carrying me all over the place. also just throwing me over his shoulder is fun
dominant but sweet orders. "Give me a kiss", "go on, take a seat." "get those pretty lips on my cock sweetheart" teehee
i'm a slut for creampies honestly almost everyone of my smut fics has a creampie lmao. logan DEF loves a good creampie
#logan howlett#wolverine#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#logan howlett smut#van rambles#vans daydreams#nonny
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Hiii! Completely self indulgent but could I request reader is new to the BAU and they donât quite know her that well but itâs coming up to Halloween and she starts slowly decorating her desk. No one really notices but Spencer and then one day he is ranting about Halloween traditions but is interrupted halfway throughout and reader finishes his rant. Giving away that she loves Halloween. Bonus Spencer could leave reader a little Halloween gift?
Ps I love your writing so much, I love reading. So thank you!!!
decorations â spencer reid
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing a/n: hiii !! such a cute idea <3 i hope this is what you asked for <333
You carefully nudged the small, plush pumpkin into place, ensuring it sat perfectly beside the tiny ceramic ghosts you had lined up just moments ago.
A satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you surveyed your handiworkâyour own little Halloween haven amid the almost entirely undecorated office.Â
It was your first Halloween with the BAU, and you were quickly coming to the realization that your enthusiasm for the holiday wasnât exactly shared by most of your coworkers.
Sure, there were a few scattered decorationsâa couple of half-heartedly strung spiderwebs draped over shelves, a lonely plastic skeleton perched near the coffee makerâbut overall, the atmosphere was lacking in spooky spirit.Â
Not that it bothered you. You loved Halloween. And, as it turned out, so did one of your coworkers.Â
âYou have good taste,â came a familiar voice, light with amusement.Â
You looked up to see Spencer standing beside your desk, pointing at one of the tiny ghosts with a smile. His eyes, warm with excitement, flickered between you and the decoration.
âI have the same one at home,â he admitted, his grin widening.Â
Your lips parted in surprise. âReally?âÂ
He nodded, his enthusiasm only growing. âYes! I love Halloween. Itâs my favorite holiday!â The sheer excitement in his voice was endearing.
Before you could respond, he continued, already diving into a fact with that spark in his eyes.Â
âDid you know that pumpkins were originally associated with warding off evil spirits? The tradition of carving jack-o'-lanterns actually comes from an old Irish myth about a man named Stingy Jack. According to legendââÂ
And just like that, he was off, launching into a detailed explanation, his words coming faster the more excited he got. You couldnât help but smile, resting your chin on your hand as you listened.Â
But then, Derek interrupted Spencer, clapping a firm hand on his shoulder and effectively cutting him off mid-sentence.Â
"He bothering you with his Halloween rant?" Derek teased, his signature grin wide and amused.Â
You glanced up at him before looking back at Spencer, who had gone noticeably red, his mouth still slightly open.
âNo, not at all,â you said with a small smile, shaking your head. Then, without missing a beat, you continued, âHe was just telling me how the legend says that Stingy Jack tricked the Devil multiple times and, as punishment, he wasnât allowed into either Heaven or Hell. So he was doomed to wander the Earth, with only a carved-out turnip lit by a lump of burning coal to guide his way.âÂ
A slow smile spread across Spencerâs face, his eyes lighting up like you had just spoken his exact language. Derek, on the other hand, blinked at you, his grin slipping into an expression of surprise.Â
âWait, hold onâdid you just finish his nerdy Halloween speech for him?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.Â
You shrugged, biting back a smirk. âI like Halloween too.âÂ
Spencer beamed, clearly delighted, while Derek groaned dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.Â
âOh great, now thereâs two of you,â he muttered, shaking his head as he walked away.Â
You turned back to Spencer, who was still watching you with an undeniable look of appreciation.Â
âYou know,â he said, almost shyly, âitâs really nice to have someone else in the team who actually enjoys all the history behind Halloween.âÂ
Your smile softened. âWell, you can tell me all the Halloween facts you want, Spencer. I promise I wonât mind.âÂ
His cheeks turned a little pink again, but his smile only grew.Â
âBe careful,â he warned playfully. âI have a lot of them.âÂ
You simply leaned on your desk, resting your chin in your hand. âGood. I like listening.âÂ
And with that, Spencer Reidâgenuine, brilliant, and just a little awkwardâstood there grinning, as if he had just met a kindred spirit.Â
Hours later, you were nearly finished with work, exhaustion settling into your bones as you made your way back to your desk with a yawn. You had just spent twenty minutes reviewing a report with JJ, and now all you could think about was heading home, curling up under a warm blanket, and putting on a fun Halloween movie to unwind.Â
But as you reached your desk, you came to an abrupt halt.Â
Sitting there, right beside your little ghost figurines, was a small white cup adorned with a ghost designâone that definitely hadnât been there before.Â
A warmth bloomed in your chest as realization hit. There was only one person who could have left it.Â
You turned your head toward Spencerâs desk, already knowing what youâd find. Sure enough, Spencer was there, his eyes flickering up to meet yours before he quickly looked away, cheeks turning an unmistakable shade of pink.Â
âI thought youâd like it,â he murmured, his voice softer in the now mostly empty bullpen. Then, he lifted his own cupâan orange one with a grinning jack-oâ-lantern face.Â
Your smile widened as you reached for the cup, feeling the warmth of freshly poured coffee your fingertips.Â
âI love it,â you said sincerely, turning back to him. âThank you, Spencer.âÂ
His lips quirked into a small but unmistakably pleased smile, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there.
Maybe the bullpen wasnât decked out in spooky decorations, and maybe most of your coworkers didnât share your enthusiasm for the holidayâbut Spencer did.Â
And that made all the difference.Â
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can I request anything with caitlyn being protective or worrying over fem!reader? only if you feel like it! ty <3

professional
âą caitlyn x f!reader
wc: 1.1k
notes: first time writing for cait VJHCGFUGVHGC let me know what you guys think !!
You knew falling for your boss was a terrible idea. The power imbalance, the risk of favoritism, the complications that came with workplace relationshipsâit was a mess waiting to happen. But when your boss was Caitlyn Kiramman, none of that seemed to matter. You would wade through every obstacle, endure every consequence, just for the chance to be with her.
Especially in moments like thisâwhen you were injured on the job and had her all to yourself. Her usual calm demeanor cracked, replaced by a storm of emotions. Her brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and that thick accent of hers slipped through as she tried to keep her frustration in check. Even when she was reprimanding you, she was captivating.
"What were you thinking?!" Caitlynâs voice was sharp, teetering between concern and anger. She paced in front of you, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched as she struggled to maintain her composure. But you could see through itâthe way her fingers trembled slightly, the way she kept stealing glances at your bandaged arm.
"You could have died, Y/N!" she snapped, her voice lowering slightly, but no less intense.
You offered a weak, sheepish smile. "But I didnât."
"Thatâs not the point!" She exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose before stepping closer. "You canât just throw yourself into danger like that. What if I wasnât fast enough? What ifâ" She cut herself off, her voice faltering for the briefest moment before she straightened her posture.
There it was. The real reason behind her anger. It wasnât just about you being recklessâit was about her almost losing you.
"Hey," you said softly, reaching out despite the lingering pain in your arm. Your fingers brushed against hers, a fleeting touch, but it was enough to make her look at you. Really look at you.
"Iâm okay," you reassured her, tilting your head slightly. "You were there. You always are."
Caitlyn held your gaze for a long moment before sighing, her rigid stance softening ever so slightly. "You make it really difficult to stay mad at you, you know that?" she muttered.
You grinned. "Itâs part of my charm."
She huffed, shaking her head, but when she finally reached out and gently cupped your uninjured hand in hers, you knewâdespite everythingâshe wouldnât let you go.
"Go home," she sighed, her thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. "Get some rest. We can discuss your reckless behavior later."
Before you could protest, she leaned in, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your cheek. It was barely more than a whisper of warmth against your skin, but it sent your heart racing all the same. By the time you processed it, she was already pulling away, letting go of your hand.
"Commanderâ" one of her colleagues opened the door, but Caitlyn was already straightening her shoulders, her professional mask slipping back into place.
"Thatâs an order." she added, her tone firm, but her eyes lingered on you for just a second longer.
You swallowed hard, feeling the ghost of her lips still burning on your cheek. "Yes, ma'am" you murmured, forcing yourself to step back.
Later, when Caitlyn got home, your arm was feeling much better. The dull ache only made itself known when you tried to use more force than you should, but that didnât stop Caitlyn from fussing over you.
She insisted on doing everythingâmaking you tea, changing your bandages, even buttoning up your shirt when you struggled with your dominant hand out of commission. You protested, of course, but she silenced you with a pointed look, one that made it clear she wasnât going to back down.
"Stop being so stubborn," she muttered, carefully unwrapping the old bandage from your hand. Her fingers were gentle, her touch featherlight as if she was afraid of hurting you. "You need to let yourself heal properly."
You sighed, watching her work. "I can take care of myself, you know."
"I know," she murmured, not looking up. "But I want to take care of you."
That shut you up.
She finished rewrapping your arm with the same level of care and precision she put into everything she did, then sat back, inspecting her work. Satisfied, she reached for the mug of tea she had made earlier, pressing it into your good hand.
"Drink," she instructed, tucking her legs beneath her as she settled beside you on the couch. "Itâll help you relax."
You took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread through you. "You donât have to do all this, Cait."
She exhaled, shaking her head with a small, almost amused smile. "I know. But I want to."
There was something in her toneâsomething softer, something unguarded. You turned to look at her, and for once, she didnât shy away.
"Today scared me," she admitted quietly, tracing absent patterns against the fabric of your sleeve. "I know what this job entails. I know the risks. But seeing you like that, knowing how close it was..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "I donât want to lose you."
Your heart ached at the vulnerability in her voice. Without thinking, you reached out, threading your fingers through hers. She didnât pull away.
"You wonâtâ you promised, squeezing her hand gently. "Iâm not going anywhere."
Caitlyn exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking her head. "You canât promise that."
"I can try."
She studied you for a long moment before leaning in, pressing her forehead against yours. "Just... be careful," she whispered. "For me."
You smiled, tilting your head just enough for your lips to brush against hersâsoft, hesitant, a silent reassurance.
"For youâ you murmured.
You knew falling for your boss was a terrible idea. But when she took care of you like this, when she looked at you like you were the most important thing in her world, damn, was it worth it.
Caitlyn sighed, her breath warm against your skin, her fingers still laced with yours. "You make it so difficult to stay professional." she muttered, half exasperated, half fond.
You smirked, tilting your head. "Oh? Is that a confession, Commander?"
She huffed, rolling her eyes, but the pink dusting her cheeks gave her away. "Itâs a warning" she corrected. "Because if you keep making me worry like this, I might just have to start pulling you off field duty."
You chuckled. "And here I thought you liked having me around."
Caitlyn sighed again, this time with a small smile. "I doâ she admitted, squeezing your hand. "More than I should."
The words sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the tea in your hands. You werenât sure where this thing between you and Caitlyn was going, what lines had already been crossed, or which ones youâd cross next.
But as she leaned in, pressing one more soft, lingering kiss to your lips, you decided you didnât really care.
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masterlist
#caitlyn x you#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x reader#caitlyn arcane#arcane#arcane x female reader#arcane x you#arcane x reader#arcane x y/n#lily writes
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Lost in Argentina | Chapter 2
From Tangled Limbs to Tangled Plans Pairing: Paige Buecker | Azzi Fudd WC: 20K
Synopsis: The journeyâs just beginning, and Paige? Well, sheâs always the first one up, ready to kickstart the day with a good deed. The teamâs energy is buzzing as the morning sun warms the air, teasing Azzi and Paige relentlessly about last nightâs little... situation.
The dayâs rolling on, and itâs like a rom-com script come to life. Endless laughter, spontaneous kisses, and all the moments that make you go, yeah, this is the stuff dreams are made of. Itâs the kind of love you only find when youâre somewhere like Argentinaâwhere everything feels a little more alive, a little more possible.
By the end of it all? It's the perfect note to close the day. Itâs safe to say, this whole week? Pure, uninterrupted fun. With some twists. Frankie's note: I had so much fun writing this, especially the beach scenes with the team and all their ridiculous jokesâI was literally laughing my ass off while thinking about it. I really enjoyed putting this together, and thanks so much for all the support! Hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. Let me know what you think, mwah
Paige woke to the soft glow of morning slipping through the too-thin curtains, the air still cool, the world outside just starting to stir. For a moment, she stayed in that hazy space between sleep and waking, eyes half-lidded, brain sluggish. Then she felt itâwarmth.
Azzi.
Paige blinked fully awake, heart giving a small, stupid flutter as she registered the way they were tangled together. Limbs overlapping, Azziâs arm draped across Paigeâs waist, her face tucked into the curve of Paigeâs shoulder, her breathing slow and steady. It was the kind of mess that only happened after nights spent too close, when even an inch of space between them felt like too much.
Not that Paige was complaining.
But alsoâher arm was asleep. Completely numb. And, yeah, she really had to pee.
Carefully, like she was defusing a bomb, Paige started extracting herself. She moved in slow increments, biting her lip, hyper-aware of every tiny shift in Azziâs breathing. When she finally managed to slip free, she hesitated, glancing back down at Azzi, who was still fast asleep, soft curls spilling over the pillow.
Paige reached for the sheets, tucking them around her with the kind of gentle care sheâd never admit to out loud. Just enough to keep her warm, but not too tight. Like a protective little cocoon.
Azzi sighed in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent. Paige froze, but she didnât wake. Angel behavior.
She stood there for a second, just looking.
Azziâs face was completely relaxed, all the tension she carried during the day nowhere to be found. She looked peaceful. Beautiful. Paige felt something in her chest tighten, a kind of quiet, overwhelming fondness settling into her bones.
God. She was so screwed.
With a quiet sigh, Paige slipped out of the room, padding barefoot through the hallway and out into the early morning air.
The streets of Argentina were calm, bathed in that soft golden light that made everything look a little dreamlike. A gentle breeze carried the faint strumming of a guitar from somewhere in the distance. The city was waking up, stretching, yawning.
Paige knew exactly where she was going.
She made her way down the street, weaving through a few early risers, until she spotted the little flower stand sheâd seen the other day. It was tucked beneath a striped awning, small but overflowing with color. Bouquets of roses, sunflowers, daisiesâeach one wrapped in crisp brown paper, waiting to be chosen.
The woman behind the stand had warm eyes and the kind of energy that immediately put Paige at ease.
She scanned the flowers like she was making the most important decision of her life. Then she saw themâpink and white lilies, delicate and soft, with little sprigs of babyâs breath nestled between the petals. They just felt like Azzi.
Paige pointed at them and, with all the confidence of someone who was absolutely winging it, said, âPara mi novia.â
The womanâs eyes twinkled. She didnât say anything, just started wrapping the bouquet with practiced grace, her hands careful and precise.
âEs hermoso,â she said warmly as she handed them over.
Paige hesitated, then pulled out a tip and passed it to her. The womanâs face lit up, and before Paige could fully register what was happening, she was being pulled into a brief but incredibly heartfelt hug.
Okay. Unexpected. But kind of⊠really nice. â
By the time Paige made it back to bed, it was 8:30, and Azzi was still fully dead to the world. Face smushed against the pillow, one arm flopped out dramatically like sheâd fought off some demons in her sleep, a soft little snore escaping her every few seconds.
Paige bit back a smile. No, actually, screw thatâshe grinned like an idiot.
There was something about Azzi when she was asleep. She looked so unguarded, so effortlessly soft in a way she rarely let herself be when she was awake. Paige swore it was one of her favorite things in the worldâright up there with buzzer-beaters, ice cream straight from the carton, and absolutely obliterating Azzi in 2K (which only happened like⊠twice, but thatâs beside the point).
Paige didnât waste another second. She slipped under the covers, slow and careful, until she was right thereâright next to her, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from Azziâs body. And like clockwork, Azzi shifted in her sleep, her subconscious apparently recognizing Paige like muscle memory.
Her hand found Paigeâs waist like it belonged there. She burrowed in without hesitation, face pressing into Paigeâs collarbone, a sleepy little sigh leaving her lips as she melted into the warmth she always, always sought out.
Yeah. Paige was done for.
Her arms moved on their own, wrapping around Azziâs body, holding her close, heart swelling like some dumb rom-com protagonist. She let her fingers wander, tracing slow, featherlight circles into Azziâs back before moving up, up, up into her hairâcurling and uncurling soft strands between her fingers.
God, she loved Azziâs hair. She loved the way it felt, the way it framed her face, the way Azzi got all self-conscious about it even though it was easily the most beautiful thing ever.
Paige leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss to the top of Azziâs head. Then, because she was feeling brave (and also because no one could call her out for it when Azzi was still asleep), she kissed the spot just beneath her ear, where her skin was warm and impossibly soft.
Azzi made a noise. A barely-there, sleep-heavy mumble that sounded a lot like Paigeâs name.
Paige froze. Then smiled. Then did it again.
It was addicting, okay? The way Azzi melted into her touch, the way she clung just a little tighter, the way Paige could literally feel the trust between them in every tiny movement.
She tightened her grip, one last squeeze, one last gentle stroke of her fingers through Azziâs hair. The room was still, quiet in that way mornings always were before the world fully woke up. Paige felt her own eyelids drooping, the comfort of Azziâs warmth pulling her under like a weighted blanket straight from heaven.
But before she fully gave in, she reached blindly for her phone on the nightstand, squinting against the brightness as she set an alarm for 9:10. Enough time to sleep a little longer. Enough time to wake up slow, to have breakfast together, to just⊠be.
She let the phone slip from her fingers, exhaling a content sigh as she nuzzled closer. â
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Paige groaned. Stupid alarm. Stupid responsibility. Stupid morning.
She blindly reached over, smacking at her phone until the beeping finally stopped. The screen glowed in the dim light, the time glaring back at herâ9:10 AMâand right beneath it, an unread message.
Ice: âdude get up or iâm gonna eat yo breakfast, the plates tooâ
Paige snorted, thumbs already moving as she fired back.
Paige: âweâre going down soon, thanks đâ
She tossed her phone back onto the nightstand and turned her attention to something infinitely more importantâAzzi.
Still dead to the world. Still tucked into her side, her face smushed against Paigeâs shoulder in a way that should not be this cute.
Paige let herself look for a second. Just one. Because how could she not? Azziâs face was soft with sleep, her lips slightly parted, her dimples peeking through even in unconsciousness. It was unfair. No one should look that good half-asleep.
Paige smiled, shifting just enough to press the lightest, softest kiss to Azziâs noseâjust a quick thing, careful not to startle her. Then, because she was technically a responsible adult (debatable), she gave Azzi a tiny nudge.
âBabe,â she murmured, voice still thick with sleep. âCâmon, we gotta get up.â
Azzi groaned dramatically, tightening her grip around Paigeâs waist like she could physically stop time. âNooo, baby,â she whined, voice muffled against Paigeâs skin. âFive more minutes.â
Paige sighed. A helpless, head-over-heels, what-am-I-gonna-do-with-you kind of sigh.
Because yeah, sure, they technically had to get up. But also? She could stay like this forever. The way Azzi felt against her, warm and impossibly soft, the way their skin pressed together, the way it was just themâclose, connected, vulnerable in a way that made Paigeâs heartache in the best possible way.
She tightened her hold just a little, her fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against Azziâs back. âYouâre making this really hard,â she muttered.
Azzi, still very much not awake, just hummed, snuggling even closer.
Paige groaned againâbecause seriouslyâbut at the same time, she was grinning like an idiot
âAzzi, for real, we gotta move, or Ice is gonna inhale our breakfast.â
Paige sat up, already swinging her legs off the bed, but before she could even think about escaping, a hand shot out, yanking her right back down. She barely had a second to react before Azziâs lips were on hers.
A dirty move. Unfair play.
Paige melted into it for a secondâbecause, duhâbut then she pulled back just enough to mumble, âMorning breath, Az. That toothpaste does not do you good.â
Azzi smirked, completely unbothered. âDonât care. I love you.â
Paige sighed dramatically, pressing a quick kiss to Azziâs cheek. âI love you more, baby.â
âThen stay.â Azziâs arms looped around her waist, making zero effort to let her go.
Paige wanted to. God, she wanted to. But also? Food.
âBig head,â she said, trying to pry herself free. âWe really have to get down for breakfast.â
Azzi cracked one eye open, her smirk turning downright dangerous. âThereâs literally my breakfast in front of me.â
Paige choked. Visibly malfunctioned.
âAzzi,â she groaned, face already burning.
Azzi just grinned. So pleased with herself.
Paige huffed, running a hand down her face before leaning down to kiss Azziâs forehead. âBaby, I know youâre ovulating, but we really have to get down there.â
Azzi made a small soundâhalf a nod, half a whiny moanâbefore finally, finally shifting under the covers.
Thatâs when Paige clocked it.
âWaitâare you naked under there?â
Azzi just grinned, stretching lazily.
Jesus Christ.
Paige exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to focus. Be strong, Paige. She grabbed Azziâs bra from the chair and held it out. âCâmon, babe, letâs get you dressed.â
Azzi smirked, eyes way too mischievous. âPut it on me?â
Paige swallowed. Hard. âYeah. Yeah, okay.â
She moved slowly, soft, delicate, intentional. Slid the straps up Azziâs arms, clasped the back with practiced ease. Her fingers lingered for a second, then she pressed a slow, lazy kiss to Azziâs bare shoulder.
Azzi actually shivered.
Paige smirked. Good to know she wasnât the only one suffering.
Shaking her head, Paige pulled herself together and threw on a grey USA Basketball T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Her usual. She slipped on some cream slides, ran a hand through her messy bun, and called it a day. â
Azzi stepped out of the bathroom, sliding into a beige, seashell-colored cover-up that clung to her curves in a way that made Paige lose her train of thought for a solid second. The material was just thin enough to be barely there, a whisper of fabric that made her skin glow in the soft light of the room. It was perfect for the warm Argentine weather, that sweet in-between stage where itâs hot enough for the beach, but still needing something light to wear. Her untamed curls framed her face effortlessly, and honestly, Paige swore she might actually throw herself off the balcony if she didnât contain herself.
She bit down hard on her knuckles, desperately trying to stop herself from well, whistling, but there was no stopping the way her heart did a little flip every time Azzi moved. Every. Single. Time.
Azzi turned around, and Paige nearly went dizzy. The way Azziâs back muscles shifted beneath the fabric, the subtle flex of her shouldersâit did something to Paige that she couldnât even explain.
Paige smirked, fighting the urge to let out a wolf-whistle. âYou look... decent, I guess,â she said casually, her voice as nonchalant as she could manage. But inside? She was doing backflips. Cartwheels (She can't do those, actually)
Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âDecent?â
âYeah,â Paige said, trying to keep her cool, even though she was about five seconds away from fainting. âI mean, you look... fine. Nothing special.â
Azzi leaned in, brushing a hand against Paigeâs jaw. âYou sure about that?â
Paigeâs eyes drifted down to Azziâs curves, and she grinned. âNo, Iâm not. If any man checks you out, I swear, Iâm carrying you home myself.â
Azzi rolled her eyes but pressed a soft kiss to Paigeâs lips, smirking as she pulled back. âOkay, big shot. Good luck with that.â
Paige grinned, completely wrapped up in the way Azzi moved. âIâm serious, babe. Youâre making every guy within a mile radius regret not bringing sunglasses.â
Azzi laughed, tossing her hair back like she was born to be on a beachâand Paige? Well, she was ready to lose it.
Azzi slipped on some white slides, simple but perfect, and Paige could barely hold it together. âWait, before we go,â Paige said, her voice all playful, âclose your eyes.â
Azzi frowned but did it anyway, clearly suspicious. âPaige, please donât tell me you got us a capybara.â
Paigeâs eyes twinkled. âOpen.â
Azzi opened her eyes slowly, expecting maybe some weird, Paige-style surpriseâa capybara or whatever. But what she saw in front of her completely took her breath away. A bouquet of flowersâpink lilies and white lilies, soft and delicate but bold in their beauty. Azziâs name practically screamed from the petals, but in the most subtle, perfect way.
Azziâs breath caught, and she reached out, gently caressing the flowers. âOh my God.â Her eyes softened as she examined them, running her fingers along the soft petals like she couldnât quite believe they were real.
Paige stood there, a little nervous, but mostly excited. âSo, do you like it?â
Azzi turned to her, a small smile spreading across her face. âAre you serious? Of course I like it. You just⊠you just know what I like.â
Paige smiled, feeling a little shy. âWell... I mightâve gotten a little lucky.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, the sarcasm dripping from her voice. âLucky? With that advanced vocabulary of yours?â
Paige grinned. âLetâs just say I keep my streak on Duolingo strong.â
Azzi chuckled, giving her a playful shove. âYouâre getting it.â
Paigeâs face lit up, heart racing at the way Azzi looked at her. âIâm trying, okay? Iâm trying real hard.â
Azzi gave her one last look at the bouquet before pulling Paige into a soft kiss. âI love you. And I love this.â
âGlad you do,â Paige murmured against her lips. âYou deserve it.â
And for a moment, there was nothing but Azzi, the bouquet, and the connection between them that was starting to feel like something more than just a day at the beach. A lot more.
â The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, and the scent hit them instantlyâfreshly brewed coffee, warm pastries, and that perfect morning air that promised the start of something good. Paigeâs eyes fluttered, taking in the smell, a mix of vanilla and that rich coffee aroma that made her want to dive face-first into a croissant. Azzi beside her inhaled deeply, her lips curving into a soft smile as the warmth of the space wrapped around them.
Paige caught the movement of the long buffet bar in the distance, stacked high with an assortment of fresh fruitsâoranges, berries, and sliced melonâalong with golden, flaky croissants that practically screamed her name. The buffet was lined with neatly arranged eggs, bacon, sausages, and all sorts of meats, their warm aroma mixing with the pastries in the air. Everything was carefully laid out beneath soft lighting, giving it all a slightly dreamlike quality, like they were stepping into a gourmet dream.
Paige spotted Ice, Nika, and Lili right away, their familiar faces standing out amidst the breakfast crowd, and without missing a beat, she nudged Azzi toward the table where they were sitting. The morning buzz of laughter, clinking silverware, and the hum of quiet conversations filled the air around them, but Paige's focus was squarely on the crew waiting for them. She wasnât great at multitasking, so she let her instincts guide her as they weaved through the crowd.
Azzi, glancing over at the menu with a mild sense of unease, noticed that some dishes had pictures for easy navigationâthank God for that, considering Paigeâs Spanish wasnât exactly top-notch. Paige, with the confidence of someone who pretended to know what she was doing, pointed to a picture of eggs and chorizo with a proud grin plastered on her face. âIâll have⊠this one.â
She looked so proud, but it was clear by the way she paused and squinted at the photo that she was just guessing at what the dish was. Azzi, trying her best not to burst out laughing, shot Paige an amused look but decided to get her own order in. She tapped the picture of a vegetarian dish, clearly trying to dodge any further need for butchering Spanish. "Iâll have this," she said casually, trying to keep her voice steady. "Looks light."
Lili, who had clearly come to the same conclusion, added with a smile, "Iâll have the same. Vegetarian for me." She was always so simple and to the point, making Paige grin.
Paige gave a big thumbs up to Lili, her grin widening. âGood choice. Looks like weâre all on the âI donât know what the hell Iâm orderingâ train today.â
Azzi shot her a look, but there was no denying the soft chuckle that escaped her. It was a familiar dynamic, this easy back-and-forth, and Paige wouldnât have it any other way.
When they reached the table, Paige immediately pulled out Azziâs chair with a dramatic flourish. âAfter you,â she said with a grin, making sure to emphasize the queen part. It earned an exaggerated eye roll from Azzi, but the way Azziâs lips curved into a soft smile made it clear that she didnât mind the attention.
"Here we go," Nika teased from across the table, her eyes practically twinkling with mischief. "The official âPaige, stop simpingâ moment of the day."
Paige shot her a playful glare, but it was all in good fun. She quickly dabbed her teammates up, giving them a quick fist bump before sitting down. âYou know you love it,â Paige said smoothly, throwing Nika a wink that made the whole table laugh.
"Iâve got a front-row seat to all of this," Nika smirked, leaning back in her seat like she was watching a show. "Whoâs gonna say it first?"
"Say what first?" Azzi asked, eyes narrowing as she caught on to the teasing game. She was already onto them, but Paige could tell she was curious.
"Yâall heard about the thin walls, right?" Ice, ever the instigator, leaned forward with that shit-eating grin of hers, clearly itching to stir the pot.
Paige froze mid-reach for her coffee, her hand hovering awkwardly in the air. The words hit her like a brick wall, and her eyes widened in realization. She nearly choked on her sip, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear her throat. "I do not know what youâre talking about," she managed to force out, sounding a little too defensive.
Azzi, noticing Paigeâs sudden fluster, leaned closer, placing her hand under the table. Her finger brushed softly against Paigeâs, offering a quiet, unspoken reassurance. The touch was comforting, grounding. Azzi couldnât help but laugh quietly at Paigeâs reaction, the soft sound making Paigeâs ears go hot.
Ice leaned back in her chair, taking a smug sip of her own coffee. "Well, you know, the hotel staff was making rounds last night, around midnight or so, checking who was making all that noise on the fourth floor."
The tension was thick, but Paigeâwith her typically playful deflectionâshot Ice a look that could only be described as a âseriously?â kind of glare. The others at the table chuckled, but Paige only sighed dramatically. "Seriously?" She shot a glance at Azzi, who was now trying not to laugh too hard at the situation, clearly playing along with the whole thing. Paige wanted to die a little, but her heart thudded in her chest as she tried to pretend she was completely fine.
"Letâs just say," Ice continued, practically twinkling with mischief, "Iâm pretty sure they know exactly what room youâre in."
"Donât even start," Paige grumbled, but deep down, she was laughing with Azzi too, though she would never admit it.
Paige and Azzi shot each other a look, their faces turning the brightest shade of red as the memory came rushing back to them. They both knew exactly what Ice was referring toâthose very same noises that, despite their best efforts, couldnât be erased from their minds. Paige quickly cleared her throat, her hand reaching for her water as a weak attempt to mask the embarrassment burning in her cheeks. "Iâm pretty sure it was just⊠a loud TV, or something," she stammered, her words a little too quick. "You know, the tele novela here is real dramatic," Paige added.
Nika, always quick to back her up, jumped in with unwavering confidence, "Yeah! It's like, real intense here. The dramaâs on another level." She raised her coffee cup with mock seriousness, pretending to be lost in thought as if she was an expert on Latin American soap operas. "So much yelling, so muchâuh, passion," Nika continued, her eyes flicking between Paige and Azzi with a mischievous grin.
Lili, who had been quietly eating her granola, barely lifting her eyes from her bowl, added in the most deadpan tone possible, "I told them someone was doing their Duolingo lesson at midnight. Honestly, I think I was right."
Azzi grinned at Lili, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "You were right," she said, nodding enthusiastically. "The âDuolingo streakâ doesnât stop just because it's midnight." She leaned toward Paige with a mischievous glint in her eye, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Iâve seen Paige get really dedicated to that streak," she added, her voice low but teasing.
Paige couldnât help but chuckle, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "I do not need you two exposing me like that," she said with a dramatic sigh, nudging Azzi under the table with her foot.
Ice, already having way too much fun at Paigeâs expense, leaned back in her chair with a satisfied grin. "Oh no," she chimed in, her tone full of playful teasing, "We all know youâre deep into it, Paige. If anyoneâs getting interrupted by that owl at 2 AM, itâs you."
Paige groaned, pretending to be offended. "I swear, that owlâs more of a nightmare than any of you."
"Donât worry, Paige," Azzi whispered with a smirk, squeezing her hand under the table. "Youâre still the best at Duolingo, even if you wake up the entire hotel."
The group laughed, the teasing and jokes flowing naturally. The camaraderie between them was strong, and despite the embarrassment, Paige was thankful for the easy atmosphere and the way Azzi always had her back, even in the most awkward moments.
As they neared the end of their breakfast, the laughter and teasing had subsided a little, but the energy was still there. Ice was scrolling through her phone, flipping between messages, then looked up with a wide grin. "Alright, so the coach said weâve got some freedom today. We can go explore the city, check out the little forest a few miles from hereâjust, y'know, don't drown or anything," she said, her voice laced with that signature dry humor.
The table erupted with laughter, everyone knowing Ice wasnât exactly the most serious person in the world, but they loved her for it.
Paige grinned, "Iâll do my best not to drown. I mean, Iâve been known to fall into puddlesâŠ"
Azzi, half-joking, added, "But can we drown in a sea of mimosas?"
Nika, already glancing at the menu for dessert options, jumped in. "Wait, I heard the spa here has these amazing hot steam massages," she said with a glint in her eye. "And they donât charge for it. Like, free. Zero dollars."
Azziâs cover-up, barely covering anything, clung to her body, and Paige couldnât help but notice the way her panties peeked out just slightly. The way the bra strap was just visible, sitting perfectly under the fabric. And her skinâwow. That milk chocolate tone that looked like it was kissed by the sun, glowing even in the hotel light. Paige found herself zoning out, her fingers lightly grazing Azziâs leg beneath the table, just to feel the softness of her skin.
Azzi let out a soft moan, so low it was almost imperceptible, and Paigeâs heart skipped a beat. The table went eerily quiet for a second, everyoneâs attention shifting from the menu to the couple. Nika, ever the observant one, coughed loudly. "Oh my God, Paige," she said with a smirk, her eyes widening dramatically, giving Paige a long look, like she was about to bust a gut laughing.
Paige immediately pulled her hand away from Azziâs thigh, her face flaming with embarrassment. "Shit," she muttered under her breath, trying to regain her composure.
Azzi, barely keeping it together, whispered into Paigeâs ear, her breath warm against her skin, "You're such a freak."
Paige chuckled, trying to act all innocent but failing miserably. "I swear, I was just trying to be sweet," she teased in a low voice, though the heat in her face was hard to hide.
Lili, who had been minding her own business and quietly sipping her orange juice, piped up, "Yâall are on another level. We really need to get some boundaries, like a public display of affection limit or something." She raised an eyebrow. "Itâs 9 AM."
Paige laughed, shaking her head. "Youâre right, Li, youâre right. Weâll tone it down."
Azzi, still holding Paigeâs hand under the table, leaned in and murmured, "Just wait until weâre at the beach later."
Paigeâs eyebrows shot up at the subtle promise in Azziâs voice. "Oh, trust me, Iâm counting down the minutes."
"Alright, alright," Ice cut in with a grin, clearly enjoying the banter. "Focus, people. Weâre getting a beach day later, and no oneâs gonna care about PDA when youâre getting sand in places you didnât think sand could go."
"True," Nika chimed in with a laugh. "The beach has a way of, uh, making everything feel... extra public."
They all broke into laughter, and the tension between Paige and Azzi melted into playful teasing, making the moment feel easy and carefree. Paige couldnât help but smile, knowing that no matter what, every single second with Azzi felt like it was filled with a perfect kind of chaosâand she wouldnât trade it for the world.
â As the group was finishing up their breakfast, the noise around the table started to fade into a cozy, low hum. Paige and Nika were deep in a heated debate about pancakes, with Nika passionately arguing that chocolate chip was so overrated, and Paige, of course, being the most dramatic about defending them. "You canât just throw some plain pancake on a plate and call it a day. It's not 2008!" Paige exclaimed, laughing. Nika rolled her eyes, âSays the person who thinks extra butter makes it âart,ââ she shot back with a smirk.
In the middle of this pancake chaos, Caroline, who'd been chilling on the opposite side of the table, stood up and casually strolled over to Azzi, who was half-slouched on Paige's shoulder, looking like the chillest human ever. Azzi noticed her coming and gave a warm, but curious smile. "Hey, whatâs up?" she asked, her voice a mix of sweetness and intrigue.
Carolineâs eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in a little closer, practically whispering like she was about to drop the spiciest gossip. "So, uh... I think I owe you something," she started, letting the words hang in the air before she added with a grin, "Ear plugs."
Azzi blinked, momentarily confused. "Ear plugs?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow like she was missing the punchline.
Carolineâs grin got wider, full of that signature drama she was known for. "Yup. From last night." She leaned in a little closer, her voice dropping into a whisper. âI got your back, girl.â
Azziâs confusion turned into a sudden burst of laughter. "Oh. That kind of ear plugs," she said, her smirk widening as she realized what Caroline meant. Her voice dropped into a teasing tone. "Youâre terrible, but I see how it is."
Caroline, dramatically pretending to be serious, nodded as if the ear plugs were a matter of national security. "Exactly. Thought Iâd let you know, so you can make good use of them today." Her voice had that playful lilt, like she was just waiting for Azzi to bite on the joke.
Azzi couldnât help but laugh, her cheeks a little pink now, but not bothered. She shot Caroline a side-eye. "You're the worst," she said, shaking her head, but there was a clear fondness in her eyes.
Caroline shrugged with exaggerated innocence, like she was the queen of comedy. "What can I say? Iâm basically a stand-up comedian at this point," she said, throwing a playful wink before tossing a quick wave toward Paige and Nika, who were still arguing over pancakes like it was the most important decision of their lives.
"Tell Paige to keep it down, alright?" Caroline said with a grin, before strolling away to rejoin the others.
Azzi, still laughing, turned to Paige, who was in the middle of cracking up at something Nika just said. Azzi tapped her shoulder softly, and when Paige looked at her, Azzi smirked. "Babe," she said, the words dripping with playful sarcasm, "Caroline says I gotta keep you down a notch."
Paige shot her a confused look, eyes wide for a second before bursting into laughter. "What? Keep me down? I'm not that loud." She was practically shouting it in that classic Paige way, but Azzi already knew she was totally aware of what the issue wasâPaigeâs voice could easily be heard over a stadium crowd.
Azzi chuckled and shoved her lightly, the playful energy between them never fading. "Yeah, well, apparently, weâre âthe loud onesâ this morning." She motioned around the breakfast hall, where the rest of the teammates were all pretending not to notice, but were absolutely soaking in the drama.
Paige leaned back in her chair, making a big show of scanning the room like it was some deep mystery. "Okay, okay," she said in an exaggerated whisper, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "Note to self: donât let us be too loud. We donât wanna disturb Carolineâs delicate sensibilities."
Azzi couldnât help but burst into laughter at the sarcasm in Paigeâs voice. "Exactly. And youâre lucky weâre not getting a noise complaint," she said, shaking her head but clearly loving the banter.
As they all started heading out of the breakfast room, Caroline was already waving them off from a distance. Azzi leaned in close to Paige, her voice dropping low. "Do you think she actually likes you?" she whispered with a smirk.
Paige turned to Azzi, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh, for sure. I mean, who wouldnât? Iâm, like, the life of the party." She threw her arms out like she was accepting an imaginary award.
Azzi rolled her eyes, giving her that you're insufferable look. "Yeah, youâre a real handful, you know that?"
Paige just winked, unfazed. "But you love it." â
As they stepped into their hotel room, Azzi collapsed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, her eyes half-lidded and giving major I just woke up energy. She fumbled for her phone, brain still foggy from the early morning rush, and typed out a quick message to her parents: "Hey, weâre all up! Probably gonna be outside all day, just exploring. Iâll hit you up when we get back!" After hitting send, she added a selfie of herself sprawled out on the bed, rocking the Iâm half-dead but still cute vibe. Her tired smile was soft against the warm morning light, and it had just enough chill to make it look like this is me in my element, taking naps and sending cute pics.
Paige, whoâd been across the room chugging water like she was dehydrated from a marathon, spotted the pic and immediately jumped on the bed with an exaggerated gasp. "Wait, hold up. Youâre just gonna send a pic without me in it?" she teased, all dramatic and over the top, totally playing the part of someone offended for realâbut her voice was all play, no malice. Before Azzi could even process, Paige pulled her into a kiss, her lips lingering for a hot second on Azzi's cheek. Then she pulled back, snapping a pic like a paparazzi, capturing the moment with a mischievous grin.
Azzi was caught off guard, her phone almost slipping from her hand as she burst into laughter. "Youâre such an attention hog," she giggled, swatting at Paige in that playful, not-really-pushing-her-away way, clearly loving every second of the drama.
Paige, grinning like she just pulled off a major heist, held up the picture she just took. "Perfection," she said smugly, giving it the thumbs-up as if sheâd just scored the winning shot in a game. "Gotta send that to your fam now."
Azzi, still cracking up, snatched her phone back andâwithout missing a beatâsent the goofy photo straight into her familyâs group chat with the message: âI have to wake up to this girl everydayâ
Her family had long gotten used to the duoâs antics. Katie and Tim were as close to Paige as Azzi was, so they were all on the same wavelength of âyep, this is just another day with these two.â Azzi had learned a long time ago to just roll with it whenever Paige made her the star of one of her goofy stunts.
Meanwhile, Paige was already texting her own crew. "Hope you guys are good!" she messaged her parents, Amy and Bob, before sending them the pic of Azzi mid-laugh, her smile so bright it could probably outshine the sun. She knew her parents would be grinning at the photo the same way Paige was. Then, Paige shot off a text to Drew: "Hope you slept good, bro. Iâll call you later when I get a sec."
Azzi, eyes twinkling with affection, watched her. "You and your family are seriously something else," she teased softly. "Always turning everything into a photo shoot."
Paige kicked back on the bed, lifting her legs and draping them lazily over Azziâs lap. "Hey," she shot back, half-serious but with a wink, "Iâm just spreading the love, babe. We're lucky to have this. You know that, right?" She ran her hand through her hair, casually glancing at Azzi like they were the only two people in the world. "Finding your person at this age? That doesnât happen for everyone."
Azziâs expression softened, a quiet moment passing between them. She reached for Paigeâs hand, fingers intertwining as she leaned her head against Paigeâs shoulder. "Yeah," Azzi agreed, her voice warm and sincere. "Weâre lucky."
Paige smiled, her lips pressing against the top of Azziâs head for a quick kiss. "Real lucky."
Azzi pulled back just a little, her smirk playful. "Lucky and totally ridiculous," she added, her eyes sparkling with affection.
"Hey," Paige chuckled, nudging Azzi with her shoulder, "youâre ridiculous too."
Azzi shot her a playful look, standing up and pulling Paige by the hand. "Letâs make sure we get some actual pictures today," she teased, her smile teasing in that I see right through you way.
Paige groaned in mock exasperation but was still grinning like she won the lottery. "Fine, fine," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "No more weird selfies... for now."
â Azzi flopped onto her back with a satisfied sigh, stretching her arms out like a cat in the sunlight. The golden morning glow spilled across the room, hitting just right, making everything feel a little too perfect. The city view through the window was borderline cinematic, but she was too comfortable to appreciate it properly.
Paige, leaning casually against the window frame, smirked. âAz, that balconyâs calling my name.â Her tone was dripping with mischief. âPlenty of time, no rushâŠâ
Azzi groaned, already knowing where this was going. She cracked one eye open and shot Paige a look. âYou are not about to fuck me in front of half the city, Paige. Some things deserve a little mystery, yeah?â
Paige raised an eyebrow, like she was actually considering it. âTemptationâs a funny thing,â she mused, before disappearing into the bathroom.
Azzi exhaled a laugh, shaking her head. Absolute menace.
When Paige reappeared, towel in hand, she froze for a second.
Azzi was sprawled out on the bed, sunlight kissing her skin, hair messy in a way that wasnât on purpose but still looked like a damn magazine cover. She had that sleepy, relaxed expressionâthe kind that Paige swore was reserved just for her. Like she was the only person in the world who got to see Azzi like this.
Paige didnât even think before moving. She climbed onto the bed and curled up against Azziâs side, resting her head on her chest like it was second nature. Azzi hummed, shifting just enough to pull her in closer, their faces now inches apart. Close enough for Paige to feel the soft warmth of Azziâs breath against her lips.
âHey, pretty girl,â Paige murmured, voice low, affectionate.
Azziâs lips twitched into a smile, her eyes shining with something quiet, something that always made Paigeâs heart feel too big for her chest. âHey, you,â she whispered back, like it was a secret just for them.
They just⊠looked at each other for a second. No rush, no need to fill the silence. Azziâs gaze was steady, deep, like she saw right through Paigeâlike she always did. Paige could get lost in those eyes, no problem. She kinda already was.
And then, without another thought, Azzi leaned in, closing the space between them. The kiss was soft, slowâone of those kisses that made time irrelevant. The kind that didnât need words because everything was already there. Paige melted into it, into her, into the way Azziâs arms tightened around her like she wasnât letting go anytime soon.
Azzi pulled her even closer, until their foreheads touched, their breaths tangled up together. The world outside didnât existâjust them, just this.
Paige smiled against Azziâs skin. âI love you, you know that, right?â
Azzi let out a small, contented laugh, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Paigeâs back. âI think I might have a pretty solid guess,â she teased, voice filled with that warmth that Paige would bottle up if she could.
Paige brushed a loose curl from Azziâs face, her touch lingering. âYouâre everything to me, Azzi.â
Azziâs lips curled into a knowing, genuine smile. âYouâre everything to me too, dummy.â
âHey,â she murmured, eyes flicking between Azziâs lips and the teasing glint in her eyes. âYou wanna go to the park? I heard thereâs a lake nearby.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, shifting just enough to put a little space between themânot that it lasted. âYou know coach specifically told us not to drown,â she quipped, but there was a spark of excitement in her voice. She knew exactly what Paige was like when she got a random idea in her head.
Paige smirked and leaned in again, her breath warm against Azziâs ear. âYou have me, Azzi,â she whispered, voice dipped in something deep and effortless. âYouâre never gonna drown with me.â
Azzi scoffed, shaking her head with the kind of fondness that only Paige could pull out of her. Still, she pressed a quick kiss to Paigeâs nose, barely suppressing her smile. âYouâre such a sap.â
âIâm your sap,â Paige shot back, grinning like sheâd just won something.
Azzi just laughed, rolling her eyes as she sat up. Paige stretched as she got off the bed, arms reaching high over her head, her shirt riding up just enough for Azzi to catch a glimpse of her boxers peeking out from her shorts.
Oh.
Yeah, okay. That was unfair.
Azzi bit the inside of her cheek, her gaze lingering maybe a second too long before Paigeâblissfully unawareâoffered her a hand.
âCome on,â Paige said, tugging Azzi up without waiting for a response. âThe lakeâs waiting, and Iâm pretty sure itâs not gonna wait forever.â
Azzi let herself be pulled to her feet, shaking her head with a smirk. âLead the way, Prince.â
Paigeâs grin widened as she slung their bags over her shoulder, her movements effortless, a little cocky, like she was feeling herself just a bit too much. Azzi didnât bother calling her out on itâsheâd never admit that she liked it.
They double-checked their stuff before heading out, Paige slipping both of their phones into her pocket with the hotel keycard. As they stepped into the elevator, Paige leaned against the wall, all relaxed limbs and easy confidence. She caught Azzi staring and shot her a wink.
âAlright, letâs get lost in some summer Argentine streets,â she said as the doors opened, voice full of that endless, restless energy that made Azzi fall for her in the first place.
Azzi grinned, bumping her shoulder as they walked out. âYou do know how to use a map, right?â
Paige gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. âWow. Wow. You think Iâd get us lost?â
Azzi gave her a look.
Paige shrugged. âOkay, fair. But, like⊠whatâs the worst that could happen?â
Azzi sighed, but she was laughing. âI guess weâll find out.â â
They stepped outside, sunlight hitting them immediately, warm and golden. The streets buzzed with lifeâpainted buildings in every shade imaginable, murals spilling across walls like stories in motion, vendors calling out their best deals, music drifting from open windows. It was loud and colorful and alive.
Paige let out a low whistle. âDamn,â she said, taking it all in. âI swear, I could live here.â
Azzi hummed, watching as Paigeâs eyes bounced from one thing to another, like she was trying to soak up everything at once. With a small smile, she leaned her head against Paigeâs shoulder as they walked. âI know what you mean. Itâs like this place just pulls you in.â
Paige squeezed her hand, that same easy, confident energy settling between them.
They walked on, fingers loosely intertwined, laughter blending into the hum of the city, knowing that no matter where they went, thisâthe quiet moments, the teasing, the touches that lingeredâwas what really mattered. â
As Paige and Azzi made their way into the park, the nature surrounding was nothing short of breathtaking. The area was straight-up unrealâtowering trees, tangled marshes, and little lagoons scattered like something out of a Studio Ghibli film. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth, the sun filtering through the trees in golden streaks. Everything felt untouched, like theyâd stumbled into some secret corner of the world.
âOkay, this place is giving national park energy,â Paige said, eyes scanning the scene in pure admiration. âLike, Iâm waiting for a Lion King to pop out.â
Azzi smirked, squeezing Paigeâs hand a little tighter. âRight? Itâs kinda insane. Feels like we should be narrating this like a nature documentary.â She deepened her voice dramatically, âAnd here, we have two incredibly lost American touristsââ
ââwith zero survival skills,â Paige finished, grinning. âBut, like, weâre hot, so it balances out.â
Azzi laughed, nodding at a sign up ahead. âOkay, but real talk. What do you think that says?â The text was in Spanish, and neither of them was exactly fluent.
Paige squinted, pretending to analyze it. âWell⊠âlagoâ sounds like lake. So, I vote we go that way.â
Azzi tilted her head, considering. âLakes and wetlands? Sounds like a vibe.â
They followed the trail, the sound of their footsteps blending with rustling leaves and distant bird calls. The deeper they got, the more unreal it feltâwild greenery, bursts of colorful flowers, and the occasional rustle in the underbrush that made Paige whisper dramatically, âThatâs gotta be a capybara.â
When they finally reached the lake, it was straight out of a dream. The water stretched wide and clear, shimmering under the afternoon sun. A small wooden bridge arched over one section, worn but sturdy, with wet footprints marking where someone had just walked across.
Azzi exhaled slowly, taking it all in. âThis⊠is kinda perfect.â
Paige dropped her bag with a satisfied sigh. âYeah. Lowkey jealous of the capybaras living their best lives out here.â
Azzi chuckled, but then winced slightly, reaching down to rub her knee. âUgh. I think I pulled something earlier.â
Paige immediately turned to her, brows furrowing. âWaitâyour knees? You good?â
âYeah, I just need to sit for a sec.â
Paige smirked, stretching her arms out dramatically. âYou could sit on me if you want.â
Azzi shot her a look. âYouâre so extra.â But she still took Paige up on the offer, settling between her legs as Paige leaned back against a tree, wrapping her arms around Azziâs waist. The warmth of Paigeâs body pressed against her back, grounding her in a way she didnât even realize she needed.
âThis better?â Paige murmured, her hands moving to Azziâs knee, massaging gently.
Azzi melted into the touch, closing her eyes. âMmm. Yeah, much better.â
Paige grinned, placing a soft kiss against Azziâs shoulder. âGood. âCause I plan on spoiling you all day.â
Azzi hummed, tilting her head to glance at Paige. âYou always do.â
âAnd Iâm just getting started.â Paigeâs voice dropped to that playful, intimate tone that always made Azziâs stomach flip. She leaned in, her lips brushing against the curve of Azziâs neck, sending warmth spiraling through her veins.
Azzi turned slightly, their eyes meeting, the air between them charged. âYou really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?â
Paige grinned. âItâs my full-time job, actually.â
Azzi laughed softly, shaking her head before pressing her forehead against Paigeâs. The world around them blurred, the distant sounds of the park fading into the background. It was just themâtheir breaths mingling, the steady rhythm of Paigeâs heartbeat against Azziâs back, the unspoken promise that wherever they went, whatever they did, moments like this would always feel like home.
â Azzi slowly stirred from her nap, the soft rustle of the grass beneath her and the warmth of the afternoon sun making it hard to stay asleep. A light breeze skimmed over her skin, carrying the scent of wildflowers and lake water. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the golden light filtering through the leaves. The first thing she registeredâbefore she even fully remembered where she wasâwas the feeling of Paigeâs fingers lazily running through her curls.
Paige had a habit of touching her without even thinking about it, like it was second nature. Soft, absentminded, comforting. Azzi swore Paige didnât even realize she did it half the time, but Azzi did. Every single time.
She shifted, rolling over just enough to face Paige, her limbs feeling pleasantly heavy from sleep. Paige was half-asleep too, her eyes barely open, a lazy grin stretching across her face.
Azzi smiled sleepily, voice still soft from the nap. âGood morning, cutie.â
Paige blinked at her, squinting slightly. âIs it morning already?â
Azzi laughed, her voice light and happy as she reached out and kissed Paigeâs lips gently. âYeah, itâs morning somewhere.â
Paige hummed, clearly not fully awake but still committed to flirting. âHow was your nap?â
âThe best nap so far,â Azzi murmured, stretching her arms above her head and letting the fresh air fill her lungs. âThe air out here... itâs just different. I feel like I could sleep forever.â
âI agree,â Paige said softly, still playing with a curl, twirling it between her fingers. She looked at Azzi with that familiar, easy adoration in her eyes, like she was looking at her favorite view. âItâs like this place has its own rhythm. So peaceful.â
Azzi rested her head on Paigeâs chest, her voice quiet but serious. âCan we stay like this forever? Just in our little world here?â
Paigeâs heart melted at the thought. She ran her hand over Azziâs back, her thumb lightly tracing the curves of her spine. âYeah, Iâd love that too. Itâs okay that we only know like five words in Spanish, right?â
Azzi grinned, looking up at her. âYeah, itâs just us. Who needs words when weâve got this?â
Paige chuckled softly. âWe do have ankles to break back at home, thoughâŠâ she trailed off, her tone playful. âBut yeah. Iâd love it here. With you.â
Azzi smiled to herself, her fingers tracing patterns on Paigeâs stomach, the soft rise and fall of her breath calming her. There was no rush in this moment. No expectations. No cameras. Just their silly, random thoughts filling the silence. Just them.
Paige leaned down, her lips brushing against Azziâs forehead before she suddenly rolled her over, flipping them so Azzi was the one lying on the soft grass now. Azzi gasped, laughing as her curls fanned out around her. The sunlight hit them just right, turning the strands golden at the edges. Paige lowered herself, her lips finding Azziâs once againâthis time more urgent, more alive.
Azzi barely had time to react before she found herself laughing into the kiss. âPaige, Iââ
Paige pulled back just a little, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. âAzzi, Iâm kinda in the middle of something here.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow, trying to stifle her giggles. âAnd so am I.â
Paige blinked, clearly confused. âWhat?â
Before Paige could say anything else, Azziâs hands reached down, and with a grin, she held up a tiny, fluffy white kitten. It mewed softly, its tiny paws stretching in the air like it had also just woken up from a nap.
Paige blinked again, now in pure disbelief. âWait. Where did you even find that?!â
Azzi grinned wider, holding the cat up to Paigeâs face. âDoesnât matter. Sheâs ours now.â
Paige gave the kitten a careful once-over, gently picking it up. âOkay, but is it a boy or a girl?â
Azzi leaned in, squinting. âUh, I think itâs a girl?â
Paige nodded like she was making a very important executive decision. âYep, sheâs a girl,â she said, now cradling the kitten like it was the most delicate thing in the world.
Azzi burst into laughter, watching Paige immediately turn soft over a cat she had met literally ten seconds ago. âYouâre so extra.â
âIâm not extra,â Paige defended with a dramatic scoff. âThis little girl is just a whole vibe.â
Azzi smirked. âGuess weâre parents now. Sheâs our responsibility.â
Paige lit up. âAlright, Iâm gonna name her... uh, Mimi.â She looked at Azzi for approval, eyes full of anticipation.
Azzi rolled her eyes, but the fond smile on her lips gave her away. âMimi? Thatâs your best idea?â
Paige shrugged dramatically. âHey, I think it suits her. Sheâs cute, sweet, and a little wild.â
Azzi giggled, leaning up to kiss Paigeâs cheek. âFine. Mimi it is.â
Paige stretched out on the grass, gazing up at the clear sky, then over at the sparkling lake just beyond them. The sun glinted off the water, making it look almost unreal, like something out of a painting. She turned to Azzi with a grin, her eyes playful. âSooo⊠wanna jump in the lake?â
Azzi side-eyed the water, then side-eyed Paige. âIâd rather get bitten by those mosquitoes chilling on that tree,â she said, pointing dramatically. âAt least theyâd be quick about it.â
Paige snorted, her grin widening. âEven if you had a thousand mosquito bites, Iâd still kiss you all over. Just to make it better.â
Azzi stared at her, blinking in disbelief. âHow dumb are you?â
âHey, Iâd do it for you,â Paige said with a shrug, trying to keep a straight face before cracking up. âOkay, okay, maybe Iâm a little dumb, but itâs the thought that counts.â
Azzi shook her head, trying to hold back her own smile. âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â
Paige sat up, holding out a hand. âCome on. Letâs go to the pier. Itâll be fun.â
Azzi sighed like she was agreeing reluctantly, but her fingers still laced with Paigeâs the moment she reached for her. Their hands fit together so naturally, so easily, like they had always been meant to find each other.
And just like that, they walked toward the wooden pier, their laughter filling the air, their world existing only for them. â
By the time they made it to the end of the pier, Paige wasted zero time, plopping down on the edge like she owned the place. She stretched her legs out, swung them over the water, and took a deep, dramatic breath like she was soaking in the cinematic beauty of the moment. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanked it off, and folded it way too neatly for someone who was about to do something dumb. Her shorts came next, leaving her in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of boxers, the waistband slightly rolled down like she was trying to look effortlessly cool.
She shot Azzi a grin, all mischief. âYou sure youâre not tempted?â
Azzi barely blinked. âTempted to do what? Watch you lose a limb to whateverâs lurking in that water? Not particularly.â
Paige snorted. âNika told you there are sharks, didnât she?â
Azzi raised a single, unimpressed brow. âShe was very convincing.â
âAz, she told me the same thing about Croatia, and guess what? Both my legs? Still here. My head? Still attached. All ten fingers? Check.â Paige wiggled them like she was proving a point.
Azzi side-eyed the water, still unconvinced. âYouâre actually insane.â
âYeah, yeah,â Paige said, waving a dismissive hand beforeâyupâyeeting herself into the lake like she had no sense of self-preservation.
The splash was massive. Water rained down onto the pier, soaking Azziâs legs and a good chunk of her lap. She gasped, nearly toppling over. âPaige! What the hell?!â
Paige resurfaced, grinning way too wide, her hair plastered to her face like a wet dog. âThat. Was. Amazing.â She wiped water from her eyes. âGet in here, babe. Itâs perfect.â
Azzi, still sitting in her newly damp clothes, let out a sharp laugh but shook her head. âPaige. My knees.â
Paigeâs expression turned dramatic in an instant, her voice dropping into something soft, teasing, yet somehow serious. âIf you need me to carry you back to the hotel, Iâll do it. A thousand times over.â She tipped her head, eyes gleaming. âJust jump. I got you.â
Azzi chewed the inside of her cheek, glancing between Paige and the water like she was mentally calculating all possible ways this could go wrong. But then there was Paigeâdrenched, grinning, looking up at her with that signature dumbass confidence.
Ugh.
Azzi exhaled through her nose. âYou are such a dork.â
âAnd yet, youâre still in love with me,â Paige shot back, tossing in a wink.
Azzi groaned, but it wasnât exactly a denial. She stood, brushing off the dirt on her legs, already regretting every decision that led her here. âIf I get eaten by something, itâs on you.â
âNo oneâs getting eaten. Except maybeââ
âPaige.â
âSorry, sorry, Iâll be good.â
âPaige,â Azzi drawled, giving her a look.
Paige snapped out of it, blinking rapidly. âRight, okay. Youâre totally gonna jump this time, yeah? No backing out?â
Azzi rolled her eyes, shaking out her limbs like she was prepping for war. âI will literallyââ
âOkay, on three.â Paige clapped her hands together, excitement written all over her face. âOne!â
Azzi swallowed.
âTwooooooââ Paige drew it out, eyes sparkling.
âI canât, PAIGEâ Azzi took a step back like she was contemplating running for her life.
Paige full-on cackled, arms slapping the water. âGET IN! YOUâRE SO DRAMATIC!â
Azzi crossed her arms, cheeks warm, her voice dropping to a soft, amused murmur. âPaige. Youâre so loud.â
Paige immediately shut up. Her expression shifted, something almost sheepish flickering across her face. She exhaled, lowering her voice. âOkay, sorry. Didnât mean to yell.â Then, after a beat, she softened completely. âJust⊠please? Get in the water, Azzi. For me?â
Azzi met her gaze, heart racing as she saw how earnestly Paige was askingâhow much she wanted this. And despite herself, despite every logical reason to roll her eyes and walk away, Azzi laughed, a soft, shy giggle escaping her lips. âYou really are something else.â
Then, with zero warning, she let out a dramatic scream, took three quick steps back, and then full-send sprinted toward the edge of the pier. The second her feet left the wooden planks, she regretted everything.
âSHIââ
SPLASH.
The lake swallowed her whole. Cold, murky water rushed over her head, sending a shock down her spine. She surfaced a second later, hair plastered to her face, gasping. âPaige, I swear to Godââ
But before she could finish, Paige launched herself in right after her, limbs flailing in what could only be described as the least graceful dive known to man. Water exploded around them, rippling outward in chaotic waves. Azzi barely had time to react before Paige popped up right in front of her, grinning like she just won the lottery.
âYou are INSANE,â Azzi huffed, swiping wet strands of hair out of her face. âDo you know how many diseases there are in here?â
Paige shrugged, completely unbothered. âDo you know how hot you look right now?â
Azzi rolled her eyes but felt the warmth creeping up her neck anyway. âShut up.â
Paige floated closer, her smile softening. âNo, really.â
They were inches apart now, the water swirling around them, the world suddenly too quiet. Azziâs breath hitched as Paigeâs fingers brushed against her wrist, featherlight, like she wasnât even sure she was allowed to touch her.
âHi, silly,â Azzi whispered, lips barely moving, her voice soft enough that it was almost lost in the sound of water lapping at the shore.
Paigeâs chest tightened. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she rested her hands lightly on Azziâs waist, like holding something delicate, something she didnât want to startle away. âHey,â she whispered back.
They stood there, locked in something neither of them had the words for. The sun hung low in the sky, streaking pink and orange across the water, but Azzi wasnât looking at the sunset. She was looking at Paige. Paige, with her messy wet bun slipping out of place, with droplets of water clinging to her skin, with that infuriatingly soft expression that made Azziâs stomach flip.
Paige tilted her head toward the sky. âHey, Azzi.â
Azzi narrowed her eyes. âWhat?â
Paige smirked, all mischief. âLook at the sky.â
Azzi frowned, skeptical. âWhy? Are you about to propose?â
âJust look, baby. Trust me.â
Azzi sighed but glanced up anyway. The clouds were tinged gold, a few birds soaring overhead, andâ
WHOOSH
Before she even registered what happened, Paigeâs hands found her shoulders and shoved. Hard.
Azzi yelped as she was sent plunging backwards into the water, sinking under with a flurry of bubbles. For a split second, all she saw was murky blue-green, feet kicking up tiny storms of sand from the lake floor.
When she surfaced, sputtering, she wiped her face and glared at Paige, who was cackling so hard she nearly went under herself. âReally?!â
Paige, still giggling, gave a lazy shrug. âYou looked too peaceful.â
Azzi didnât hesitate. With all the speed and precision of a trained athlete, she lunged forward and grabbed Paige by the wrist, yanking her under in one swift motion.
Paige let out a muffled âHEYââ before the water swallowed her whole.
Azzi waited, smug, arms crossed as she floated. Paige resurfaced a moment later, blinking furiously, hair now completely undone and sticking to her face in tangled wet strands.
âOkay,â Paige admitted, breathless, âI mightâve deserved that.â
âYou definitely deserved that.â
They floated there, the tension between them buzzing like an exposed wire. Something had shifted, something neither of them could name, but they both felt itâlike the second before lightning strikes, like standing on the edge of something vast and unknown.
Paige broke the silence first, her voice dipping lower. âHey, AzziâŠâ
Azzi hummed, tilting her head. âWhat now?â
Paigeâs grin turned wicked. âHave you ever had an underwater kiss?â
Azzi blinked. âWhat?â
Paige floated closer, eyes glinting. âI mean, weâre already here. Might as well cross it off the bucket list.â
Azzi stared at her, torn between laughing and throwing Paige across the lake. âPaige. Weâre gonna drown.â
Paige smirked. âThen letâs make it a memorable way to go.â
Azzi huffed, biting her lip. âOkay, but I swear to God, if I die, Iâm haunting you.â
Paige grinned, voice dropping into something teasing, something warm. âDeal.â
Before Azzi could overthink it, Paige grabbed her hand and pulled them both under.
For a moment, everything was still. â
The world above blurred into soft, shifting light. Below, the water muffled every sound, wrapping them in quiet, in something weightless and infinite. Azziâs fingers curled instinctively around Paigeâs wrist, their hands slipping slightly, but neither of them let go.
They hovered there, breath held, foreheads nearly brushing, their noses barely touching. Azziâs pulse roared in her ears. Paigeâs hand found her jaw, fingers warm even in the cold water, thumb tracing a path along her cheekbone like she was memorizing her by touch alone.
Azzi exhaled, bubbles trailing up toward the surface. Paige smiled, just slightly, before leaning in.
Then, with no more hesitation, they leaned in, their lips meeting in the cool, damp air of the water. The kiss was slow at firstâgentleâunhurried, like they had all the time in the world. But as the seconds stretched, it grew deeper, more urgent, as though neither of them wanted to let go of the moment.
Paigeâs hands slid around Azziâs waist, pulling her closer, her grip tightening as she brought their bodies flush together. The pressure was electricâAzzi could feel every inch of Paige, the strong hands on her back, the way her breath quickened beneath the water. And just as their kiss deepened, Paigeâs hands moved lower, squeezing Azziâs ass just a little too much, pulling a small, weak slap from Azzi.
Azzi pulled back slightly, eyes wide in mock indignation. âDid you seriously justââ
But before she could finish her sentence, Paige grinned, pulling her back to the surface. They both broke through the water, gasping for air, their faces flushed and their hearts still racing.
Azziâs chest rose and fell with every breath, her skin tingling from the adrenaline. She smiled at Paige, a little out of breath but feeling like sheâd just experienced something she never expected to. âThat was... better than I thought,â she admitted, her lips curling into a soft grin. âThanks for having my first underwater kiss with me.â
Paigeâs smile widened, and without missing a beat, she gave Azzi a playful squeeze on the ass in response. âYouâre welcome, baby.â She leaned in, her voice teasing but full of warmth. âNext time, Iâll let you squeeze back.â
Azzi laughed, rolling her eyes but feeling the warmth in her chest. âOh, please,â she scoffed, but there was a smile on her lips that told Paige everything she needed to know. âYouâre lucky Iâm not drowning you right now.â
But even as she said it, she pulled Paige closer, as if she never wanted to let her go.
Azzi looked at Paige, her brow raised in playful skepticism, and suddenly broke the moment with a soft chuckle. "We're both living icks right now," she said, a little incredulously, but still with that mischievous smile of hers.
Paige's face softened, her usual teasing expression morphing into something more genuine as she laughed lightly. "I don't care," she shrugged, the carefreeness in her tone a reflection of her easygoing nature. âYou think I care about looking cute? Nah, Iâm just here for you.â
Azzi couldnât help but smile at Paigeâs carefree confidence, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. In that moment, she leaned forward slowly, pressing her lips to Paigeâs in a soft kiss. It wasnât rushed or heated, just a moment of pure connection. She pulled away slightly, her lips still hovering near Paigeâs as she whispered, âI canât imagine my life without you.â
Paigeâs eyes softened, her thumb gently brushing against Azziâs cheek as she let out a breath, almost as if she was taking in the full weight of the words. âWell, you donât have to,â she said, her voice tender. Her lips met Azziâs again, and this time the kiss felt even deeper, like a promise that there was no going back. No separation. They were already too intertwined to untangle.
Azzi couldnât help but smile into the kiss, her heart feeling full, as if the whole world had shrunk down to just them in that moment. She pulled away a fraction, still looking at Paige. In the quiet of the space between them, Azziâs mind wandered, her thoughts swirling as she realized something she hadnât before. Paige had a way of making my Mondays feel like Fridays. It was like every moment with her was the weekend, no matter what time of the week it was. She couldnât remember the last time something felt so easy, so simple.
Paige, too, was lost in her own thoughts as she gazed at Azzi. She was still replaying that moment when Azzi first said "hello" to her. It was casualâno big deal, just a greetingâbut in that second, Paige had known something was different. Like the whole universe had just shifted and aligned in a way she couldnât explain. Azziâs hello was the start of everything, and Paige was hooked from then on.
âDo you ever think about that?â Paige asked softly, a little out of nowhere, her eyes searching Azziâs.
Azzi, still caught up in the moment and the thought of how quickly she had fallen, just shrugged lightly, a smirk tugging at her lips. "What, how I got you wrapped around my finger from the start?" she teased, but there was softness in her voice, as if the question wasnât all that far from the truth.
Paige laughed, leaning her forehead against Azziâs. âYeah, something like that.â
They were sitting there, the world just kinda fading into the background. Silence hung between them, but it wasnât awkward. It was peaceful, like everything around them was just... right. Azzi couldnât help but smile, the kind of smile that said sheâd found something she didnât know she was looking for.
She let out a quiet breath, leaning into Paigeâs arm, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on the soft fabric of Paige's sleeve. âIâm lucky, you know that?â she said, her voice low, but there was a quiet certainty in itâlike sheâd been waiting for this moment, for Paige.
Paige glanced down at her, that easy grin spreading across her face, like she didnât even have to think about it. She pushed a damp strand of hair from Azziâs face, her touch lingering for a second longer than needed. âWe both are,â Paige replied softly, her words full of something warmâsomething that wrapped around Azzi like a blanket.
Then, with the same ease, Paige kissed Azziâs forehead, a kiss that wasnât rushed, just... perfect. âIâm glad I found you,â she murmured, her voice almost a whisper but hitting Azzi like a wave.
Azzi let herself melt against Paigeâs shoulder, the gentle rise and fall of her chest the only thing that anchored her to the moment.Â
â The cool lake water clung to their skin as they waded out, droplets catching the last rays of the sun. The sky was still bright, but the evening light was starting to mellow, turning everything around them a golden shade, like the world had been dipped in honey. The air was crisp, the kind of comfortable that felt like a soft hug from the inside. The lake's quiet lapping was the loudest sound, other than the occasional bird doing its thing and the distant hum of traffic, still too far to be bothersome.
Paige snagged her phone from where it rested on the towel, checking the time with one hand as the other wiped water from her face. A few notifications lit up her screen. Of course, she thought with a soft eye roll.
KK: twin where have yâall been? oh and also can i borrow your charger? i left mine in storrs
Paige smiled to herself. Classic KK. She quickly typed a reply, her thumbs moving fast.
Paige: Az and I went to the lake, and yeah, you can borrow it. Weâll be back at the hotel soon.
She sent it and scrolled down to the next message.
Ice: weâre at the hotel, chillinâ. also, i think azziâs underwear was stuck in the sheets or something. Yâall really have to do a better job at this.
Paige snorted, holding her phone a little tighter as she laughed quietly. Seriously, Ice? She typed back, shaking her head as she tried to stop smiling.
Paige: dude, are you seriously bringing this up in a text. just donât tell az, her knees are acting up. weâll be back soon.
She laughed to herself at her own reply before moving on to the next one.
Aubs: whats the password to your netflix acc? We been trynna put on some friends. Hope yâall enjoyed the afternoon. Paige: iâmma tell you when i get there, and yes we did. It was splendid.
She hit send, then scrolled through a few photos her little brother, Drew, had sent. She grinned and sent them back to him with a quick caption.
Meanwhile, Azzi was slipping into her knitted bodycon, the fabric soft and tight, hugging her figure in a way that made Paigeâs heart do a little flip. Azzi walked over with that effortless smile, rubbing Paigeâs back in a playful way. Paige glanced up as she typed another reply, noticing Azzi and feeling her pulse quicken a little.
Azzi leaned in, resting her cheek on Paigeâs shoulder, and Paige could feel her breath tickling her skin. Azzi was so close that it made Paigeâs fingers fumble just slightly, her thumbs stumbling over the keys.
Azzi pressed a quick, soft kiss to Paigeâs cheek, pulling back with that easy, warm grin that made Paigeâs heart squeeze.
âReady to go?â Azziâs voice was soft but playful, like she was ready to roll but still wanted to tease.
Paige grinned, matching her tone. âYeah. Letâs go.â
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Hand in hand, they stepped onto the cobblestone streets of the little Argentine town, the kind of place where everything felt real and vibrant. The air was fresh with that perfect mix of crispness and warmth, and the whole town buzzed with life. The hum of people talking, laughing, and just living their lives echoed around them. In the distance, they could hear kids kicking a soccer ball around, their voices rising in excited shouts, the sound of sneakers skidding on the cobbles. It was the kind of place that felt like it could steal your heart in an instant.
As they walked, they passed street vendors with carts loaded with colorful snacksâbright pink cotton candy, crispy empanadas sizzling on grills, and freshly fried churros piled high, their sugar coating sparkling in the sun. The smell of grilled meat mixed with sweet, fried goodness, and it made Paigeâs stomach rumble, but she couldnât help but smile as she took in the scene.
âAzzi, look at that,â Paige said, her voice full of that playful excitement that was impossible to ignore, pointing at a stall overflowing with sugary treats that practically begged to be eaten. âWe gotta come back for that.â
Azziâs eyes lit up, her usual smirk turning into a full-blown grin. âIâm in.â She was always in for the little momentsâmoments like this, with Paige, that made everything feel like it was exactly where it was supposed to be.
They continued strolling down the street, the world feeling slow, easy, and effortless. The sun had started its descent, casting a golden glow on everything, and it felt like they could walk forever. Paige squeezed Azziâs hand, pulling her a little closer as they moved through the crowd, their fingers intertwined, the connection between them as natural as breathing. The distant hum of traffic filled the air, but it was more like background noise to the peace they found in each otherâs presence.
But before they could go any further, a soft, shy voice interrupted their bubble.
âExcuse me,â a little girl said, tapping Paige lightly on the shoulder. Paige turned around, meeting the shy, almost nervous gaze of the girl. She was small, with big brown eyes and an adorable, awkward smile. "Can I take a photo with you?" The girlâs English was halting, but her excitement was crystal clear in her sparkling eyes.
Paigeâs heart melted. She smiled warmly, crouching down to the girlâs level so they were eye-to-eye. âOf course,â she said, her voice soft and kind. âDo you want Azzi in the picture too?â
The girlâs face lit up like it was the best thing sheâd heard all day, her smile stretching wide. Paige looked up at Azzi, who was watching with an amused grin, clearly finding the whole thing endearing. Paige reached out for Azziâs hand and pulled her gently toward the girl.
Azzi leaned in, one hand resting casually on her hip, while Paige draped an arm around the girlâs shoulders. The three of them stood there, grinning like they were best friends, a snapshot of simple happiness. The camera clicked, and just as quickly, the girl squeezed them both in a tight hug, giggling as she pulled away.
âÂĄGracias!â she exclaimed, waving at them before darting off, her little laugh trailing behind her like a melody.
Azzi turned to Paige, her grin wide and genuine. âThat was cute,â she said, her voice light but full of warmth.
Paige wrapped her arm around Azziâs shoulders as they continued their walk, their fingers still locked together. âYeah,â she agreed, smiling at the thought. âJust makes me realize how lucky we are, you know? That we get to be... us. Together.â
Azzi leaned into her, her cheek lightly resting against Paigeâs shoulder, the comfort of the moment settling around them like a warm blanket. They continued walking through the bustling streets, the sounds of Spanish chatter and childrenâs laughter filling the air, the distant honk of a car horn a soft reminder of the outside world. But in that moment, it was just the two of themâwalking through life side by side, perfectly in sync.
âItâs perfect,â Azzi said softly, her voice almost a whisper as she looked up at Paige. âI love it here... I love this.â Her words held that quiet intensity that Paige had come to adore, a mix of vulnerability and awe.
Paige smiled, pulling Azzi a little closer, her heart swelling. âMe too. And I love you,â she whispered, just loud enough for Azzi to hear.
Azzi glanced up, her lips curving into a smile that was as soft and genuine as the words she whispered back. âI love you, too.â And they kept walking, their fingers intertwined, as the lights of the city began to twinkle in the distance, everything falling into place perfectly, like it was meant to be.
â The hotel room door creaked open, the sounds of their teammates already filling the space. It was that perfect blend of familiar chaosâsoft TV murmurs, the occasional rustle of a snack bag, and the calming hum of a few pages flipping. Nika was on the carpet, propped up against the wall, her feet stretched out and her head buried in a fashion mag. Her expression? The usual mix of smug satisfaction and a vibe that screamed âIâm better than you, but Iâll let you find out on your own.â
Aubrey was standing by the TV, frowning like she was one wrong button away from throwing the remote out the window. Paige could hear the subtle click of buttons being pressed and the muffled curse when something didnât work. It was so Aubrey.
Meanwhile, Ice was sprawled on the bed, phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok like her life depended on it. Probably hunting for something totally absurd to send to Nika. You could almost hear her plotting the chaos in her head.
When Paige and Azzi walked in, the room buzzed with that comfortable, chaotic energy.
âHey, you two,â Aubrey called out without even looking away from her screen, her voice tinged with frustration. "Come save me from this tech nightmare."
Paige shot a glance at the remote mess in Aubreyâs hands, then grinned. âHey girls,â she said casually, almost too amused by the mess of tangled buttons and wires.
Nika didnât even glance up at first, but then her eyes shifted to Azzi and Paige, and she raised a brow. âYo, what happened to your clothes?â she asked, her voice muffled by the magazine, but her gaze clearly taking in the damp, lake-soaked situation. âYâall look like you just swam across the freaking lake or something.â
Paige smirked, nudging Azzi. âWe went for a little swim,â she said, her grin widening.
Azzi shot her a look, narrowing her eyes with dramatic flair. âYou mean you almost drowned us?â she deadpanned. âPaige almost killed me, yâall.â
The teasing banter hit instantly. Paige burst out laughing, clearly delighted by Azziâs sarcasm, while Azzi crossed her arms and shot Paige a sideways smile that could've cut glass. Nika rolled her eyes, but the tiny smile playing at her lips betrayed her fondness.
âYou two are ridiculous,â Nika muttered, flipping another page in her magazine, but the tone in her voice was warm despite the irritation.
Paige raised an eyebrow at Azzi, giving her a playful shrug. âI think she likes us that way.â
Azzi smirked. âMaybe. But Iâm gonna go catch up with Caroline in the next room. She wanted something,â she said, nonchalantly tossing the words out like they were nothing.
Paige tilted her head in curiosity, the corners of her lips tugging upward. âWhatâd she want?â
Azzi shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. âI donât know, but Iâll be back soon. Donât miss me too much,â she added with a wink, already starting to walk toward the door.
Before Azzi could leave, though, she leaned in, capturing Paigeâs lips with a soft kiss. The moment lingered, almost teasing, before Azzi whispered, her lips still barely touching Paigeâs, âBe good while Iâm gone.â
Paige grinned, her hand catching Azziâs before she pulled away. âAlways,â she said with a wink of her own, watching her walk out, the door left slightly ajar, a sliver of warmth and chaos slipping through.
The moment the door clicks shut, Iceâs voice cuts through the room like a knife through butter. âWait, did yâall seriously do it in a lake?â she asks, eyes wide with this mix of disbelief and amusement, like she canât decide if sheâs shocked or impressed.
Paige glares at Ice, narrowing her eyes with the perfect deadpan. âIsuneh, I swear to god,â she says, her voice dripping with that exaggerated, fake-threat energy that only Paige can pull off.
Ice throws her hands up in mock surrender, a grin stretching across her face. âOkay, okay, no need to get all scary on me,â she teases, laughing. âBut yâall are always all smiley and shit. Itâs cute. I just donât need you two traumatizing us. The hotel staff is probably thinking all kinds of wild stuff.â
Paige rolls her eyes but canât fully hide the smile creeping onto her face. âWeâll try, Ice, but you knowâsometimes you gotta make things fun,â she says, her tone playful but with that little too chill vibe.
Ice snorts, shaking her head in mock disbelief. âFun, huh?â she says, clearly not buying it.
Paige leans back against the wall, acting like sheâs about to drop some serious info. âOh, we did it on that bed, though,â she says, giving a nonchalant nod toward the bed Ice is currently lounging on, looking way too comfortable.
Iceâs face goes from carefree to straight-up horror in less than a second. She jumps off the bed like it just spontaneously combusted. âNOPE,â she practically yells, backing away from the bed like it might actually bite her. Her eyes are wide, and sheâs nearly tripping over herself in her rush to get as far from it as possible.
Paige, now fully leaning into the drama, smirks and places her hands on her hips. âThanks for the bed, Ice,â she says sweetly, but the sarcasmâs heavy in her voice.
Ice groans, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Paige with an exaggerated, theatrical pout. âYâall are ridiculous. Just⊠just go wash your damn clothes,â she says, rolling her eyes so hard you can practically hear them spin.
Nika, finally done with the banter, chimes in, looking around the room as if sheâs over it all. âSeriously, though, the hot steam massage? Too fire. Had to leave a tip even though it was free. It was that good,â she says, her tone like sheâs just imparted some deep wisdom.
Aubrey lets out an overly dramatic groan from the corner, sounding like sheâs ready to explode. âGuys, can someone PLEASE help me with the Netflix login? Iâm this close to throwing this remote through the TV,â she says, holding up the remote like itâs her worst enemy.
Paige raises an eyebrow, amused by how worked up Aubrey is. âI got you,â she says, stepping over and swiping the remote from Aubreyâs hands, taking control like a pro. She taps the remote, bringing up the login screen, and pauses for a second, her fingers hovering over the keyboard with the same mischievous glint she always has.
âYou know itâs Azzi,â she says, dragging out the words for maximum drama. With a grin, she types in the password: âAzzi<3Paige8785.â
Aubrey's eyes light up, and she lets out a satisfied sigh as the screen loads. âYoo, thanks, you really are a lifesaver, huh,â she says, looking at Paige like she just performed some kind of magic.
âI know,â Paige says, flashing a wide grin at Aubrey. She tosses the remote onto the nearest bed and flops down on it dramatically, like she just won the Olympics. (Which in fact, she did, multiple times)
â The group was lounging around the room, the low hum of their chatter filling the space. Nika had her legs sprawled out on the carpet, flipping through a fashion magazine like she was planning world domination with every turn of the page. Ice was on one of the beds, glued to her phone, scrolling through TikTok with the kind of focus most people reserve for finals week. Aubrey was perched on the edge of the bed, grumbling under her breath as she fought with the TV remote, trying to get Netflix working.
"So, beach plans, yâall?" Nika broke the silence with a playful grin, clearly in the mood for something fun. "Sunset vibes, campfire, grilled meat. Iâm down."
Paigeâs ears perked up like a dog hearing a snack wrapper. "Wait, are we doing sâmores? Iâm so down for some sâmores."
Nika barely looked up from her magazine, the deadpan stare she shot Paige making it clear this was not a serious question. "Dude, weâre in Argentina. I donât think theyâre out here eating like average Americans, alright?"
Paige dramatically flopped back onto the couch, hands over her face like sheâd been personally attacked. "Thanks for the enthusiasm, Nika. Youâre a real mood booster."
Nika shot her a grin, eyes twinkling like she just won the lottery. "Youâre welcome."
Just as Paige was about to respond, the door creaked open, and Azzi walked in, followed by Caroline. Everyone greeted Caroline with their usual warm energy, but Paigeâs attention immediately snapped to Azzi. She looked even more radiant than usual, the fresh shower sheâd just taken making her skin glow in the soft light of the room. Paigeâs heart gave a little flip.
Azzi was effortlessly glowing in a white tank top and loose shorts, walking toward Paige with that mischievous glint in her eyes that made Paigeâs breath hitch. Before Paige could even process, Azzi dropped onto her lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Hey, baby," Azzi murmured, her voice low and comfortable as she settled in, making Paigeâs heart skip a beat.
Paige, still slightly in awe, leaned in, taking in the fresh scent of her skin. "You smell good, ma," she said softly, brushing a damp strand of Azziâs hair from her face like it was the most intimate thing in the world.
Azzi smirked, teasing her as always. "You smell like fish," she said, wrinkling her nose like Paige had just insulted her.
Paige burst into laughter, the sound light and carefree. "Nice, babe. Real nice," she said, grinning before pressing a soft, wet kiss to Azziâs neck. The contact made Azzi shiver, and she let out a low hum of appreciation.
Nika, not one to pass up an opportunity to mess with them, rolled her eyes from across the room. "Get a room, Romeo and Juliet," she sighed dramatically, clearly fed up with their constant back-and-forth teasing.
Paige and Azzi exchanged a soft look, their gazes filled with the kind of affection that made it clear this wasnât just playful banter. "We might just take you up on that offer," Paige shot back with a grin, her tone mischievous.
Aubrey, glancing at the clock, interrupted the moment. "Okay, yâall, weâve got like 30 minutes before we need to head to the beach. Letâs wrap it up, yeah?"
Paige stretched her arms over her head with a yawn, trying to shake off the lingering warmth Azziâs touch had left on her skin. "Alright, Iâmma shower and then we can head out." She grabbed her towel, already picturing the soft sand between her toes and Azziâs teasing smile in her mind.
The group continued to chat about the evening ahead, but Caroline, noticing Azziâs distracted expression, slid onto the couch next to her. "Girl, you really down bad," Caroline said with a sly grin, nudging Azzi lightly.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the playful teasing but not backing down. "What do you mean, Car?"
Caroline leaned in close, her voice dropping just enough so the others wouldnât hear. "Dude, youâre literally wearing black panties under white shorts," she said, shaking her head with a knowing grin. "Youâre really out here letting Paige see all that, huh?"
Azziâs lips curled into a smirk, but she wasnât fazed. "So? I just like them," she shrugged casually, but there was that tiny blush creeping up her neck that Caroline definitely noticed.
Caroline let out a soft laugh, leaning back with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "Okay, sure, girl. Just please, for the love of all things sacred, keep it down tonight, okay? We donât need to be traumatized by your chemistry," she teased, her eyes lighting up with amusement.
Azzi didnât respond right away. Instead, she bit her bottom lip, already lost in thoughts of Paigeâs hands on her skin, the warmth of her touch. Her mind wandered, a soft smile playing at her lips as she got lost in the daydream.
"Azzi," Caroline said, snapping her out of her daze, her voice playful. "You good?"
Azzi blinked, coming back to the present and meeting Carolineâs eyes with a mischievous glint. "Yeah, Iâm good. Donât worry about me," she said, already plotting her next move.
â Paige stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still damp, the faint smell of her shower soap lingering in the air. She pulled on a loose white shirt that hugged her body just enough to show off the soft curve of her shoulders, paired with floral shorts that screamed summer vibes. The silver necklace around her neck caught the light as she moved, giving off a subtle shimmer that made her look effortlessly put together. Azzi, who had been leaning against the bed scrolling through her phone, couldnât help but pause, her eyes tracking Paigeâs every movement.
Azziâs gaze lingered a little too long, tracing the outline of Paigeâs body, from the way the shirt clung to her waist to the curve of her thighs. She didnât even try to hide the fact that she was staring. Paige caught the look, her lips curling into a smirk.
âYou good, ma?â Paige teased, eyebrows arched as she casually plopped down next to Azzi on the bed, making sure their knees brushed just enough to make Azziâs breath hitch.
Azzi snapped out of her trance, the faintest blush creeping onto her cheeks. âYeah⊠yeah, just⊠you look good,â she said, voice soft but laced with that familiar warmth that always made Paigeâs heart do a little flip.
Paige chuckled, her voice playful. âYou act like youâve never seen me before, babe.â
Azzi leaned her head against Paigeâs shoulder, her breath slow and content as she sighed. âItâs just⊠you look different,â she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. âLike, somehow even more... stunning than usual.â
Paigeâs chest swelled with that warm, fluttery feeling she only got when Azzi looked at her like thatâlike she was the only thing that mattered in the world. âThanks, ma. I try,â Paige replied, nudging her playfully.
Azziâs smile widened, but she straightened up, clearing her throat. âReady to go to the beach?â she asked, trying to shift the mood back to normal. She adjusted her posture, shoulders squaring as she made the effort to focus on something else.
Paige nodded, grinning. âYeah, letâs go. Sunsetâs waiting for us.â â
As they stood and made their way toward the door, the others were already gathering to head out. Caroline passed by Paige, a sly grin spreading across her face. âYou better not fuck this up, P,â Caroline said lightly, though there was a definite warning edge to her tone.
Paige laughed, completely oblivious. âWhat, like the time I forgot to pack sunscreen?â she shot back, flashing a grin. She waved her hand dismissively, acting like it was nothing. âI got this. No worries.â
Azzi rolled her eyes playfully as Caroline walked ahead, but there was a subtle look exchanged between her and Paige that no one else could quite catch.
They were the last two to leave the room, walking down the hallway, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly in the quiet space. The elevator doors slid open just as they arrived, and Nika, already inside, shot Paige a mock-warning look. âDonât you dare press any buttons, P,â she said, eyebrow raised, her voice dripping with sarcasm. âWeâre not risking another near-death experience.â
The whole group burst out laughing, but Paigeâof courseâpretended to be offended, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. âWhat? I canât have a little fun? You guys are no fun.â
She reached for the buttons, fingers hovering over the panel, but Azzi quickly swatted her hand away, her eyes narrowing playfully. âStop it, Paige,â she muttered, though the smile tugging at the corners of her lips betrayed her.
Paige sighed dramatically, holding her hands up in mock surrender. âFine, fine,â she said, winking at Nika, who was standing with her arms crossed, eyes still locked on Paige, making sure she didnât pull any stunts.
The elevator dinged and arrived at the lobby floor. The doors slid open, revealing an older couple waiting to step in. They gave the group a polite, warm smile, and for a split second, Nika couldnât help herself.
âWow, thatâs the first time an older person hasnât given me a side-eye,â Nika commented, voice dripping with playful disbelief. The others burst into laughter, the tension in the air lightening instantly.
Paige wrapped her arm around Azziâs waist, pulling her closer, a sense of ease settling over them. Azzi, without thinking, slipped her hand into the back pocket of Paigeâs shorts, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. They were practically inseparable, not just physically but in the way their personalities fit so perfectly together.
âDonât let go, alright?â Paige whispered, lips brushing Azziâs ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The heat of Paigeâs breath against her skin made her heart race. âIâm not leaving you alone for a second tonight.â
Azzi tilted her head back to meet Paigeâs gaze, her lips curling into a soft smile. âPromise,â she whispered back, her fingers tightening just a little in the back pocket of Paigeâs shorts.
The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, and they headed toward the beach, the air buzzing with their laughter and easy conversation. As they stepped outside, the sunâs warmth still lingered in the air, casting everything in a golden glow. Despite the teasing, the playful banter, and the jokes, there was something undeniable in the way they were togetherâlike they were two pieces of the same puzzle, effortlessly fitting together.
âSo,â Nika said, glancing over at the group, âwhoâs making the first move on the campfire tonight? Because if itâs Paige, weâre probably gonna end up with charcoal instead of a roast.â
Paige grinned mischievously. âIâm excellent with fires. Youâll see.â
But as they walked toward the beach, the sound of the waves in the distance and the excitement of the night ahead, nothing else mattered. Not the teasing, not the jokes. All that mattered was the moment, and the fact that they were togetherâlaughing, teasing, and perfectly in sync. â The group finally made it down to the beach, the golden sun spilling over everything, making the sand look like something out of a tropical postcard. The air smelled like salt, sunscreen, and the faint hint of the ocean breeze. The moment they stepped onto the beach, they spotted Aaliyah, already lounging like she owned the place, sunglasses sitting pretty on her nose, and casually eating a mango like it was her full-time job.
"Y'all took forever," Aaliyah said with a dramatic eye-roll, biting into the mango with exaggerated flair. "Could've grown a whole mango tree by now."
Paige, not missing a beat, plopped down next to her with a dramatic sigh. "Why do you look like you just retired in Miami?" she asked, fanning herself.
Aaliyah grinned, unbothered. "I'm manifesting, babe. One day, Iâll be living this life. Just wait."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the beach, Coach was standing there, arms crossed, sunglasses on, looking like he was auditioning for a role in Witness Protection Program: Beach Edition. His whole vibe screamed, "Iâm just here to observe and not get involved."
Nika leaned toward Ice, whispering, âLook at him. He really thinks heâs incognito or something.â
The group cracked up as they dropped their bags, laid out towels, kicked off sandals, and adjusted to beach life. Paige and Azzi made their way toward the water, finding a chill spot where the waves gently crashed against the shore. As they sat down, the sand shifted beneath them, and their legs brushed together. It was like the world had slowed down a bit, everything feeling kinda perfect.
Azzi crossed her legs and glanced out at the ocean, her fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes in the sand. Paige leaned back, palms flat on the sand, head tilted up toward the sun, letting it soak into her skin.
Azzi let out a quiet sigh, breaking the peaceful silence. "Lowkey, I feel like I could just stay here forever," she said, her voice soft but carrying that kind of wistful longing.
Paige turned her head, studying her for a second before smirking. âSo youâre saying we should just ditch the team and start a new life as beach bums?â
Azzi snorted. âYou wouldnât last a week.â
âExcuse me,â Paige said, placing a hand over her heart. âI would thrive. Iâd be that one surfer girl who doesnât actually surf but wears the aesthetic.â
Azzi rolled her eyes just asâthunk!âa loud thump interrupted them.
âAll right, yâall! Who wants some watermelon?â Nika yelled, pulling out a whole watermelon and flopping it onto the towel like it was a WWE smackdown.
Heads turned.
Silence.
Then, chaos.
âWhere did you get a whole watermelon?â Ayanna asked, eyebrows raised.
Nika smirked and pulled a kitchen knife out of her duffel bag.
The group recoiled.
âYOâwhere did you get that?â Caroline demanded, leaning back like Nika was about to perform a magic trick.
"Don't ask questions," Nika said, completely unfazed. "Do you want a piece or not?"
Everyone immediately nodded because watermelon was watermelon, even if it came with mild criminal activity. Nika got to work slicing, while Ice sat beside her, watching with concern.
âThis is how we die,â Ice mumbled.
As slices got passed around, Paige leaned back and clapped her hands together. "Alright, so whoâs starting the campfire?"
Ice took a thoughtful bite of watermelon, chewed dramatically, then went, âWell, we could blow on it. Yâknow, like the people back then did it.â
There was a pause.
A long pause.
Then a collective explosion of laughter.
âYou mean cavemen?!â Ayanna wheezed.
âThe people back then,â Ice repeated, unfazed. âWe gotta embrace the struggle.â
Nika wiped tears from her eyes. âI canât believe you just said that with a straight face.â
Paige, holding her stomach from laughing, pointed at Ice. âI respect the commitment, though.â
Azzi shook her head, reaching over to steal a piece of Paigeâs watermelon. âYou are so unserious.â
âIâm full of wisdom,â Ice declared. âNow, watch me create fire from pure vibes.â
As the sun dipped lower, the team sat there, eating stolen watermelon, attempting to start a fire with sheer willpower, and making memories that were going to be brought up for years.
â Paige let out a deep laugh, shaking her head. âBro, you cannot be serious.â
Ice shrugged, still holding onto their prehistoric vision. âWe had to try.â
âNo. We didnât,â Paige said, standing up and dusting the sand off her shorts. âYâall keep the caveman dream aliveâIâm gonna go get some actual firepower.â
With that, she made her way toward a small beachfront bar, the air filled with the sound of waves and the faint, sultry notes of tango music floating from inside. The place had a cozy, rustic vibeâdim lights, wooden stools, a bartender who looked like heâd seen it all. Paige pulled out her phone and showed him a picture of matches because, letâs be real, she definitely did not know how to say âmatchesâ in Spanish.
The bartender squinted at the screen, then nodded like, Oh, I gotchu. He handed her a small box.
âGracias, boss,â Paige said, sliding him a fist bump, which he accepted with a look of amused confusion.
She jogged back to the group, shaking the box in her hand. âGuess who just saved us from an actual survival episode?â
The team turned their heads, expressions ranging from disbelief to straight-up awe.
âNo way,â Caroline said, eyeing the box like it was an ancient artifact.
âYou got them? Just like that?â Nika asked.
Paige smirked. âSome of us have social skills.â
Nika rolled her eyes. âRelax, you asked for matches, not the nuclear codes.â
Ignoring her, Paige struck a match and lit up the campfire, tossing in some dry wood. The flames flickered to life, glowing warm against their faces, crackling softly as they curled around the logs.
Azzi, watching the whole thing unfold, found herself hyper-focusedânot on the fire, but on Paige. The way her muscles subtly flexed when she handled the wood, the effortless way she moved, the casual confidence in her stance.
Paige sat back down next to her, looking satisfied with herself. âThere. No cave tactics required.â
Azzi, without thinking, leaned into her, resting her head against Paigeâs chest. Paige blinked for a second, caught off guard, then wrapped an arm around Azziâs waist, pulling her closer.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, streaking the sky in deep oranges and purples, the team fell into conversationâone of those effortless, talk-about-everything-and-nothing at the same time types. The warmth of the fire, the salty ocean breeze, the laughterâit all felt unreal, like something out of a coming-of-age movie.
Azzi, half-mumbling, half-laughing, brought up the moment.
âRemember that night when we, umâŠâ She hesitated, her lips twitching into a smirk. âMet that stray cat?â
A split second of silence. Thenâ
âNAH. NO. NO WAY.â Nika practically lunged forward, eyes wide with scandal.
Paige sighed dramatically. âAzzi, I trusted you.â
Azzi was grinning. âI had to tell them.â
âWait, wait, wait,â Caroline gasped, barely breathing from laughing. âA cat? DURING?â
Paige groaned. âWhy does this sound like I was in some Disney princess fever dream?â
âThatâs actually insane,â Ayanna said, shaking her head. âYâall were like, mid-love story, and a random cat just appeared?â
âI swear on everything, it was watching us,â Azzi added. âLike, deadass just sitting there, judging.â
âI mean,â Nika said, wiping tears from laughing, âcats do be haters.â
They were still recovering from the story when Nika, in a completely unrelated move, pulled out a Sharpie from somewhere.
The team should have been suspicious.
Instead, they were distractedâbecause Aubrey had passed out mid-convo, lying back on her towel, completely knocked out from the long day.
And Nika? Oh, Nika saw an opportunity.
Moving like a seasoned criminal, she leaned in andâ
One stroke.
Two strokes.
A full mustache now lived on Aubreyâs upper lip.
When she stirred slightly, Nika froze mid-doodle like a cartoon character caught in the act.
Then Aubrey turned her head, still asleep.
Everyone lost it.
Paige was rolling on the sand, clutching her stomach. Ice had to walk away to avoid choking on laughter. Caroline had actual tears in her eyes.
Aubrey, still peacefully snoozing, had no idea she was now the proud owner of a villainous, curly mustache.
âIââ Azzi gasped between wheezes. âI canât breathe.â
Nika wiped imaginary dust off her hands. âHang it in the Louvreâ
And that was how the night wentâchaos, laughter, inside jokes that would last forever. â
As the night rolled on, the realization hit them all at onceâ
âWait.â Ice sat up suddenly, eyes wide. âWerenât we supposed to, like⊠grill something?â
A long pause. A collective brain lag.
âOh shit.â Paige smacked her forehead. âThe fish.â
Instant chaos.
Phones were pulled out, Google searches were launched. Nika typed in how to say fish in Spanish like she was hacking into the Matrix.
âAlright, alright,â she read aloud. âItâs pez.â
âPez,â Paige repeated, testing it out. âPez. Pez. Pez.â
âYou sound like a broken record,â Azzi deadpanned.
âPez,â Paige said one more time just to be annoying.
Aaliyah, still lounging like she was the queen of this whole operation, waved lazily at Paige. âYo, while youâre at it, I canât eat fish. Can you, like, grab me some vegetables or something?â
Paige squinted. âVegetables?â
âYeah. Yâknow. Green stuff?â
â...Damn, you want me to just start foraging?â
âLove ya, thanks, bye,â Aaliyah said sweetly, rolling onto her side like she had no worries.
Paige shook her head but got up anyway, dusting off her shorts. âAlright. Operation Pez and Plants. I got this.â
She strutted back to the bar, confidence at an all-time high.
The moment she reached the counter, she leaned in, cool as hell. âHey. We ordered pez. Is the pez waiting for us?â
The staff just⊠stared.
Like she had just asked them if they were in possession of a mythical sea creature.
One of them raised an eyebrow. â...Pez?â
âSĂ,â Paige nodded, feeling very authentic. âThe pez.â
A beat of silence. Then one of the waiters slowly pointed at a tray sitting on a nearby table.
âOh, sick.â Paige grabbed it, feeling victorious. Before she turned away, she hesitated. âHey, uh⊠yâall got, like⊠a tomato or something?â
The waiter exchanged a glance with his coworker, then reached under the counter and handed her a whole-ass tomato.
Paige blinked. âDamn. Just like that?â
The guy shrugged. âSĂ.â
âAlright then. Love the energy.â Paige gave them a salute and turnedâonly to see Azzi already standing there, hands tucked behind her back, watching with amusement.
âYou good?â Azzi asked, smirking.
âOh, thriving,â Paige said, handing her the tray. âGot the pez. Got the tomato. Livinâ the dream.â
Azzi rolled her eyes but took the tray from her, and together, they started heading back.
As they walked, Paigeâs eyes naturally drifted downwardâjust for a split second.
And thatâs when she noticed it.
Azziâs black panties, barely peeking above the waistband of her shorts.
Oh.
Paige immediately bit back a grin, her brain short-circuiting for a good two seconds.
She let out a small laugh to herself.
Azzi, side-eyeing her, caught it. âWhatâs so funny?â
Paige, still grinning like an idiot, shrugged. âNothing. Just enjoying this day.â She nodded toward the beach, the bonfire, their teammates acting like absolute fools. âWith you. And those idiots.â
Azzi stared at her for a moment, then softened. Without thinking too much about it, she leaned in and kissed Paigeâs cheek.
Paigeâwho had not been expecting thatâfroze for half a second before her grin turned even dumber.
By the time they made it back to the group, they set the trays down, and everyone crowded around, looking at the fish like it was an unsolved mystery.
âSo, uhâŠâ Nika rubbed her hands together. âHow do we start?â
A deep silence fell over the group.
Ice poked at the fish with a stick. âDo we, like⊠season it?â
Paige clapped a hand on Iceâs shoulder. âBuddy. That is an excellent question.â
Ice clapped her hands together like she was about to deliver a TED Talk. âAlright, listen up, children. I watched a tutorial, so I know exactly how to do this.â
The group side-eyed her so hard.
âOkay, but, like⊠from where?â Ayanna asked suspiciously. âWas it an actual cooking channel, or did you just watch some dude in his backyard with an iPhone 6?â
Ice crossed her arms. âIt was Gordon Ramsay, first of allââ
âCap,â Nika interrupted. âGordon Ramsay is not out here teaching people how to grill fish over a bonfire.â
âOkay, fine, it was some random uncle on YouTube, but thatâs besides the point.â Ice huffed. âJust trust the process.â
Surprisingly, the process actually worked.
They seasoned the fish, tossed the vegetables on the grill, and within minutes, the warm air filled with the mouthwatering smell of grilled foodâspices blending together, the slight charred crisp of the fish skin, the sweetness of caramelizing onions.
âYo⊠we might actually be onto something,â Paige admitted, leaning back with a proud nod.
âYeah, yeah,â Nika waved her off. âAnyway, hear me outââ She held up a slice of watermelon. âWhat if we grill this?â
Immediate uproar.
âBro, no.â
âWhy would you even say that?â
âWe are not about to grill watermelon like itâs a damn steak.â
Nika threw up her hands. âOkay, damn, yâall are acting like I committed a crime.â
âYou did.â Azzi deadpanned.
âOkay, butââ Nika was really about to start defending it when Aubrey, who had been completely silent this whole time, suddenly woke up from her nap, looked around, and mumbled, âGrilled watermelon actually kinda slaps.â
Everyone turned to her like she had just admitted to tax fraud.
âSee?!â Nika pointed triumphantly. âI knew I wasnât crazy.â
âNo, no,â Paige shook her head. âSheâs delirious. She just woke up, you canât trust anything she says right now.â
Aubrey blinked. âHuh?â
âExactly,â Paige said.
Nika sighed dramatically and flopped back onto her towel. âYâall are not visionaries.â
Meanwhile, the fish was cooking perfectly, the veggies were slightly charred but still fresh, and everything was falling into place.
As the team sat around the fire, breathing in the smell of their hard-earned meal, there was a quiet moment of satisfactionâlike, damn. â
As the last bits of food disappeared and everyone settled into their post-meal habits, the beach vibes were immaculate.
Nika was down by the shore, feet in the water like she was filming a perfume commercial. Ice was completely knocked out, starfished on her towel. Aaliyah had her nose buried in a book like they werenât on a team vacation, and Aubreyâwell, she was still very much asleep, mustache and all.
Azzi and Paige, meanwhile, were in their own little world. Azzi sat comfortably in Paigeâs lap, her arms draped lazily around Paigeâs shoulders while Paige held onto her waist to make sure she didnât tumble backward like a Jenga piece.
Paige leaned in slightly. âYou tryna get some ice cream?â
Azzi perked up. âOh, bet.â
âI heard they got Olaf-themed ones.â
Azziâs eyes lit up like she just heard breaking news. âWait, really?!â
Paige let out a snort. âNah, Iâm playinâ.â
Azzi narrowed her eyes. âThatâs not funny.â
âIt was a little funny.â
âNo.â
âYes.â
Azzi just huffed dramatically and got up. Paige grinned, standing with her. âCâmon, letâs go. Theyâre all knocked out, and Nika is⊠well, Nika.â
They wandered over to a small street vendor selling popsicles. Paige grabbed an orange one, while Azzi picked out a strawberry. Butâbecause Paige knew Azziâshe also got her an apple-flavored one, just in case.
âWhyâd you get two?â Azzi raised a brow.
Paige shrugged. ââCause I know you. Youâre gonna take, like, three licks of that strawberry one and suddenly decide apple is superior.â
Azzi scoffed but didnât deny it.
As they made their way back, Ice had somehow woken up, groggy but immediately clocking the popsicles.
âYo, lemme get a bite.â
Paige held out her orange one. âGo for it.â
Ice took one bite, then made the most disgusted face. âEugh.â
Paige stared at her. âReally?â
Ice shrugged. âTasted too orange.â
âItâs literally an orange popsicle, what did youânever mind.â Paige waved her off.
Ice stood up, dusting the sand off her legs. âYeah, Iâm gonna head back. I donât want the shower line to be insane later.â She grabbed her bag, then pointed at Aubreyâs diabolical-sleeping form. âTell Nika she stole my socks.â
Paige saluted. âAye aye, captain.â
Azzi smirked. âYou think Aubreyâs ever gonna wake up?â
Paige looked at her, then at Aubrey, still blissfully unaware of the fake mustache on her face.
âHonestly? I hope not.â
Azzi stretched before nudging Aubreyâs arm. âYo, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up.â
Aubrey groaned dramatically, like she had just been asked to run suicides in practice. She blinked a few times, then checked her phone, squinting at the screen like it had personally offended her. With a slow nod, she dragged herself up to her feet.
Meanwhile, Nika was making her way back toward them, looking way too energized for someone who had just spent half the night causing chaos. âDamn, we leaving already?â she pouted. âIt was just starting to get interesting.â
The entire group just stared at her.
Nika cracked a grin. âOkay, okay, Iâm fucking with yâall.â
Aaliyah, already packed and fully in responsible adult mode, waved at them. âYâall are slow, Iâm going back,â she called before heading toward the hotel.
Aubrey looked around. âWait⊠where are my sunglasses?â
Cue Paige, sitting there with zero remorse, spinning Aubreyâs sunglasses between her fingers.
Aubrey frowned. âDude.â
Paige smirked and handed them back. âMy bad, my bad. You just make it too easy.â
Aubrey sighed but took them. Then Paige, for no reason, burst out laughing.
Aubrey blinked. âWhat?â
âNothing, nothing,â Paige wheezed.
Azzi shook her head, biting her lip to keep from laughing too.
Aubrey was so damn clueless about the fact that Nikaâs Sharpie masterpiece was still living rent-free on her face.
Aubrey just shrugged. âYâall are weird. Goodnight.â She waved and headed to the hotel, sunglasses crooked as hell on her face.
Nika clapped her hands together and started rambling in Croatianâsomething about finally finding whatever the hell she had been looking for all night. Paige and Azzi just stood there, nodding along, completely desensitized to the chaos at this point.
Finally, Nika grinned, slung an arm around both of them, and squeezed. âAlright, goodnight, you losers.â
Paige smirked. âLove you too, twin.â
Azzi shook her head, but she was smiling. âGoodnight, Nika.â
â They sit there for a while, the night air warm but crisp, the distant chatter from the bar blending with the sound of waves. Azziâs head rests against Paigeâs shoulder, her body warm against her. Paige absentmindedly twirls the popsicle stick between her fingers, and just as sheâs about to make some dumb joke about it being a weapon of mass destruction, Azzi turns to look at her.
Without warning, Azzi shoves Paige onto the sand.
Paige blinks up at her, eyebrows shooting up. âBro, what was that for?â
Azzi smirks, straddling her waist. âFor this.â
And before Paige can even process that, Azzi leans down and starts pressing soft, deliberate kisses along her neck, her collarbone, the sharp line of her jawâeach one slow and warm, leaving a trail of heat behind. Paigeâs breath hitches when Azziâs lips brush lower, just barely over her chest before she stops.
Azzi stays there, hands resting lightly against Paigeâs chest, her fingers spreading out like sheâs grounding herself. Paige is just staring at her, her blue eyes so stupidly soft, even in the dim light. She looks so calm, so completely at peace, and Azzi takes a second to just admire her.
Then, faintly in the background, music starts drifting over from the bar.
âDo I Wanna Knowââexcept itâs Hozierâs cover, the one that somehow sounds even more like a love confession than the original.
Paige grins. âHey, Az.â
Azzi hums, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the fabric of Paigeâs shirt.
Paige tilts her head toward the bar. âOur song is on.â
Azzi blinks. âOur song?â
Paige smirks. âYeah, duh. You know, the one we slow danced to in the kitchen that one time before you almost burned the dorms down.â
Azzi rolls her eyes. âYou told me to turn up the heatââ
âNot literally, babe.â Paigeâs grin softens, and she gives Azzi a knowing look.
Azziâs about to ask how Paige even managed to pull this off when it clicks. She narrows her eyes. âPaige.â
Paige shrugs, looking way too pleased with herself. âI called in a favor.â
Azzi just stares at her before shaking her head, a slow smile spreading across her lips. âYouâre ridiculous.â
Paige just grins harder. âYou love it.â
Azzi doesnât even argueâjust leans down, cups Paigeâs face, and kisses her.
Paigeâs hands rest on Azziâs waist, her thumbs absentmindedly brushing over the fabric of her shorts. The ocean breeze is warm, and the soft hum of the barâs music lingers in the air. Azziâs lips are still curled into that stupid, lovesick smile, and Paige swears itâs her new favorite thing.
âI love your smile,â Paige murmurs, tilting her head as she watches Azzi like sheâs the only thing that matters.
Azzi grins, pressing her forehead against Paigeâs. âI love your smile.â
Paige smirks. âI love your eyes.â
Azziâs nose scrunches up. âI love your eyes.â
Paige raises an eyebrow. âI love your silly little mind.â
Azzi laughs, poking Paigeâs cheek. âI love your silly little mind.â
Paige leans in slightly, voice dropping playfully. âI miss shots all the time.â
Azzi gasps, pulling back dramatically. âDo you really?â
Paige bursts out laughing, her grip tightening around Azziâs waist. âNo, babe, Iâm a bucket.â And before Azzi can roll her eyes, Paige closes the gap, kissing her slow and easy, like she has all the time in the world.
They stay like that for a few momentsâAzziâs fingers curling into Paigeâs hoodie, Paigeâs hands firm on Azziâs waistâuntil Paige pulls back just enough to murmur, âAlright, we gotta sleep.â
Azzi groans, resting her forehead against Paigeâs chest. âUgh, why? We could just stay here forever. Be beach people. Collect shells. Live off coconuts.â
Paige snorts. âBabe, weâd last maybe two days before you start missing your hair products and I start complaining about sand in places sand should not be.â
Azzi sighs dramatically. âFine.â Then she tugs at Paigeâs hand, pulling her up.
As they start walking back, Azzi glances at the still-glowing campfire and nudges Paige. âUh, shouldnât we put that out?â
Paige glances over her shoulder. âI mean⊠I donât think sand can catch on fire?â
Azzi blinks. âIf we end up on the news tomorrow, this is on you.â
Paige grins. âAs long as they get my good side in the mugshot.â
Azzi shakes her head, laughing as she laces their fingers together. They walk back to the hotel, the cool sand between their toes, the sound of waves crashing in the distance. The night air is thick with the scent of salt and smoke, and Paige swears sheâs never felt more at home.
â As they step into the elevator, the air is thick with exhaustion, but itâs the good kindâthe type that makes their limbs heavy but their hearts full. The doors close with a soft chime, and the quiet settles in. Not awkward, not tense. Just theirs. Paige leans back against the elevator wall, running a hand through her hair as Azzi leans into her side, resting her head against Paigeâs shoulder. Neither of them says anything, and they donât need to.
When the elevator dings, they step into the hallway, their footsteps light against the plush carpet. Paige fumbles with the keycard, nearly swiping it upside down. Azzi watches with an amused smirk.
"You got it, genius?"
"Shut up," Paige mutters, finally unlocking the door.
Inside, chaos. The room is dimly lit, but even in the soft glow of the nightstand lamp, itâs clear that their friends are in shambles.
Nika is sprawled out on one of the beds, phone still clutched in her hand, snoring loud enough to shake the walls. Aubrey is half on the couch, one leg dangling off like she lost a battle with gravity mid-sleep. Aaliyah is the only one who actually looks peaceful, wrapped up like a burrito, sleeping as if sheâs in a coma.
Paige nudges Azzi and whispers, âYo, why does Aaliyah look like sheâs getting the best sleep of her life while Nika sounds like sheâs inhaling a whole thunderstorm?â
Azzi stifles a laugh. âAnd why is Aubrey built like one of those ragdoll physics glitches in a video game?â
They exchange a look before shaking their heads, quietly closing the door behind them, careful not to wake the wreckage of their friend group.
Bathroom time.
They move in sync, like a routine theyâve done a hundred times before. Paige grabs her toothbrush, Azzi grabs hers, and they start brushing in front of the mirror. The bathroom light is soft, casting a warm glow over their faces, both a little sun-kissed from the day.
Azzi finishes first, rinses her mouth, and then reaches for the soap on the counter. And of course, in a move so obvious itâs almost criminal, she pushes her assâher azziâback against Paigeâs hip in a way that is definitely not accidental.
Paige chokes on her toothpaste.
"Are you trying to kill me, woman?" Paige splutters, nearly dropping her toothbrush into the sink.
Azzi hums innocently, doesnât say a word. She just lifts her arms and, with the slowest, most deliberate movements, starts undoing the knot on her crop-top.
Paige freezes. Oh. Oh, weâre doing this tonight?
Azzi lets the fabric slip off her shoulders, down her arms, before it pools at her feet, leaving her in just her underwearâthe black ones, the ones Paige has definitely noticed beforeâand a delicate bra with lace detailing.
Paige is going through it.
Her brain short-circuits, her mouth suddenly dry despite the fact that she just brushed her teeth. She gulps, gripping the counter like it might anchor her back to reality.
Azzi bites her lip, tilts her head, and finally looks at Paige. âYou good?â
Paige nods way too fast. âMhm. Yep. Totally fine.â
Azzi smirks, stepping closer. âThose shorts look good on you,â she says, low and teasing, like she knows exactly what sheâs doing.
Paige manages a crooked grin, still gripping the counter for dear life.
And somewhere in the back of her mind, she thanks their coach for telling her that these shorts have some kind of effect on women.
Because damn.
â Paige tugs on a plain white t-shirt, the fabric soft and a little oversized, hanging loose over her frame. She pulls on a pair of worn-in sweatpants, the kind that have survived countless practices and late-night hangouts, then runs a hand through her messy bun before rinsing her face. The cold water jolts her slightly, a small reset after the heat of the day (and, well, Azzi).
When she steps out of the bathroom, Azzi is already curled up in bed, the sheets half-draped over her body, her hair splayed across the pillow like some kind of art. Paige slips under the covers without hesitation, shifting closer until she can press her lips to the soft skin of Azziâs back.
One.
Then another, lower this time.
And another.
Her fingers trace absentminded patterns along Azziâs thigh, but before she can get too far, Azzi lets out a breathy laugh and grabs Paigeâs wandering hand.
"Baby, we really canât. Theyâre literally a foot away from us."
Paige exhales dramatically, resting her forehead against Azziâs shoulder. "Okay, okay, but hear me outâwhat if I put tape over your mouth?"
Azzi turns her head so fast, giving Paige the most are you serious look of all time.
"You're actually insane," she mutters before leaning in to kiss her, slow and deliberate, making sure Paige really understands that the answer is no.
Paige sighs, but sheâs smiling, wrapping an arm around Azziâs waist and pulling her closer. She lets her fingers graze Azziâs ribs just to be annoying.
Azzi yelps, swatting Paigeâs hand away. "Stoppp."
Paige holds up her hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. No funny business. Just sleep."
Azzi eyes her skeptically, but Paige just nudges her. "Turn around."
Azzi does, rolling so theyâre face-to-face, inches apart in the dim light.
"Goodnight, Az," Paige murmurs.
Azzi hums. "Goodnight, Paigey."
A beat of quiet. Then, softer: "I love you. So much."
Paige grins. "I love you more."
Azzi groans. "Stop."
Paige laughs but doesnât push it. Instead, she just pulls Azzi in closer, feeling the way Azzi naturally fits against her, how easily she curls into Paigeâs chest, like itâs home.
As Azzi's breaths grow slower, Paige carefully reaches for her phone. She types out a quick text to Azziâs parents:
Paige: weâre going to sleep now, love you guys
She sets her phone down, glancing at Azzi, taking in the peaceful rise and fall of her shoulders.
"Goodnight, beautiful," she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to Azziâs forehead.
As she turns off the lamp, the room settles into stillness, filled with warmth, love, and the quiet comfort of knowing theyâre exactly where theyâre supposed to be.
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SHOWER OF QUESTIONS | alessia russo x child!reader
i just had to. i couldnât let this lil one wait. you just know alessiaâs going to be the best auntie everđ„č

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alessia adjusted the pale pink bow on your dress for what felt like the tenth time that morning as the two of yuk walked up the garden path of your uncle luca's home. the spring sun was warm and pastel decoration fluttered in the breeze as they were tied to the trees.
"are we really gonna shower the baby?" you asked, your little hand squeezing alessia's fingers as you neared the house your face filled with curiosity.
your mummy smiled slightly knowing her older brothers had been selling you false information, "no lovie, we're just have a little party to celebrate the auntie lauren's baby before they're born."n
you frowned, looking now very confused. "but.. but that's what uncle gio said on facetime! he said we were gonna give baby a big bath."
alessia let out a soft laugh, shaking her head, "no baby, he was just pulling your leg."
you immediately looked down at your legs and your sparkly covered feet, then back up at your mummy, utterly serious. "no he wasn't. uncle gio in australia he can't pull my leg."
alessia exhaled, fighting back a grin, there was no winning this one. "okay, fair point." she conceded, "but uncle gio was just joking when he said that."
you narrowed your eyes, suspicious. "so we don't get to shower the baby?"
"nope."
"but it's called a baby shower."
"that's right, it's just the name for it baby. we have a little party with friends and family before the baby is born and we give presents, play games and get to eat lots of cake!"
you thought about it for a moment, then sighed dramatically. "that's confusing."
alessia chuckled and kissed the top of your head, "it is isn't it,"
with it settled or at least mostly settled, your mummy led you inside.
the place was decorated so subtle with little details as balloons and banners covered the wall and a whole table filled with food as luca and lauren spotted you both,
lauren glowing with excitement and the tiniest bit of exhaustion greeted you both with a hug as she gushed over you cute dress, you giving her a proud twirl as you slightly tripped over your feet, your mummy catching you as you stumbled.
your eyes though immediately zoomed in on lauren's round belly. "whoa," you said, reaching out and poking it very gently. "the baby in there auntie lala?"
lauren laughed at your curiosity "yes they are nice and cozy"
you little head tilted to the side, "how did it get in there?"
lauren blinked, unsure really how to explain as she stuttered and stumbled over her words, alessia wincing knowing the onslaught of questions that was coming as lauren glanced over with wide eyes as she pleaded silently for help.
alessia knelt next to you and smoothed down a stray curl, "lovie, when a mummy and daddy decide to have a baby, it grows inside the mummy's tummy until it's ready to come out a bit like a big surprise."
you looked to your mummy and then back at lauren's bump, your little eyebrows rising, "did i grow in your tummy, mummy?"
your mummy, nodded a small smile growing on her lips as lauren watched alessia effortlessly shake your questions like she had a script to follow for each one, "yep, you did. i remember i could always feel your little kicks and hiccups - nonno said you were destined to be a little footballer."
you giggled softly before humming, thinking hard about your next question. "how big is it now?" you pointed to the bump again. this was a question lauren could answer.
lauren exhaled in relief at the easier question. "about the size of a pineapple!"
you gasped, "a pineapple?! but pineapples are spiky. your tummy is smooth."
lauren laughed. "well, it's not actually a pineapple, it's just the same size."
you squinted at her belly. "is it squished in there?"
lauren's mouth opened, then closed. "uhâno, not squished! the baby floating in very special fluid and it's kind of like being in a nice warm swimming pool."
your eyes widened. "the baby's swimming in your tummy?"
lauren hesitated. "sort ofâ"
"can they see in there?"
"no, it's dark."
"then how do they know where they're going?"
lauren glanced at alessia in desperation. alessia bit her lip, holding back a laugh. "they don't really have to go anywhere, lovie. they just float and grow. but the baby can hear you."
your eyes widened, "really?"
lauren nodded, "yep, they can hear voices, music even when i laugh."
you gasped, as you took a step closer to lauren's belly, "so if i talk to them, they'll hear me?" lauren hummed as she smiled.
you immediately pressed her hands to laurenâs belly and spoke very seriously. "hi, baby. itâs me, lovie. iâm your cousin, and i think you should be called y/n, too. okay? okay."
alessia bit back a smile as lauren stifled a laugh.
you pulled back, satisfied but then your face lit up with another thought, âwhat does the baby eat?â
lauren hesitated. "uh..."
alessia stepped in again. "the baby gets food through a special cord. it connects the baby and auntie lala so they can eat what she eats."
you gasped, turning back to lauren in horror. "the baby eating your food? they steal your snacks?"
lauren burst out laughing. "i guess in a way, yeah."
you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. "even your ice cream?"
"yep, even my ice cream," lauren confirmed.
you gasped dramatically like it was the worst news you had ever heard. "that so rude!"
alessia shook her head, laughing. "i think the baby would say 'thank you' if they could, lovie."
lovie huffed but seemed satisfied. "oh that okay then! where uncle luca, i need to tell him the baby can hear everything!â
your mummy pointed you in the direction of your uncle who was busy talking to your grandparents, you smiling as you called out his name skipping off.
alessia smirked at lauren as she turned to face her. "youâve got years to come with the little âwhyâsâ laur!â
lauren groaned. "i barely survived that round."
meanwhile, youâd found luca and as he was walking toward the dessert table eyeing a plate of cooked. you ran up tugging on his hand.
"uncle luca! i asked auntie lala about the baby, and she said it's the size of a pineapple, but not actually a pineapple. it just looks like one."
luca grinned picking up a cookie before handing a small corner of it to you. "that sounds about right."
"and the baby's floating in a swimming pool in her tummy AND the baby can hear everything like a little spy!â
luca chuckled at your words, your hand flaying around as you told him. âlucky little baby. and i better get practicing my dad jokes then if baby can hear themâ
you nodded agreeing, âyeah, your jokes sometimes are bad-â
a small gasp came from luca as he faked hurt, holding a hand to his chest, âyou said i was funnier then uncle g the other day!â
âyou both are funny, but on different days!â you giggled, then suddenly remembered something. "oh! uncle gio told me we were actually gonna shower the baby, but mummy said he was just pulling my leg."
luca burst out laughing. "oh, he did, did he? thatâs sounds like him.â
you nodded, now suddenly all serious, âyep and i told mummy he couldn't pull my leg because he's in australia."
luca grinned, ruffling your curls, "that is true, tiny. he is very far away."
you crossed her arms. "i do miss him but when you call him tell him i called him silly!â
luca laughed again. "iâll be sure to let him know."
you beamed. "good. he needs to know."
then, as if remembering her most important thought of the day, you clapped your hands together. "and i think if the baby is a girl it should be called tinyâ
âand if itâs a boy?â
âtiny too?â
luca raised an eyebrow. "itâs a great name. but what if we got you two mixed up? imagine calling for tiny and you both answer!"
you giggled. "you could call me big tiny and them little tiny!"
luca pretended to think about it. "hmm...big tiny and little tiny. i like it."
you beamed and wrapped your little arms around his waist. "me too."
across the room, alessia and lauren watched them with fond smiles. âyou know," lauren mused, rubbing her belly, "tiny might just be onto something."
alessia laughed. "you better start making a list of names now. she will not let that one go."
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For the first TWIG argument, George jokingly said that the reader can go part time because he would not mind supporting her and she actually takes offense to that. It results in a huge argument between the two of you and you keep him out of your apartment. You guys go a few days without speaking to each other.
Oooh anon I knew I wanted to write a little something about their first fight but you iced the cake with this one. Ended up inspiring me to sit down and write this out for 3-hours straight. I also pulled some inspo from this anon too <3
Warnings: Angst, phone-call arguments, mentions of ex-girlfriends and social class differences etc.
For the first little while after you and George had started dating, your life didnât feel much different. With him often traveling for races or having to be at his place in Monaco or at the factory in England, there wasnât too much time where you and he could spend time face-to-face. But you had your apartment and your job at the luxury hotel at which you had met him a few months prior, the familiarity and stability of it offering comfort with your very private relationship being quite out of the ordinary. And, if nothing else, you and he shared phone calls and FaceTimes and a million texts to make up for the time apart.Â
One night in particular, you had just returned to your apartment after a long shift at the hotel, barely managing to answer Georgeâs incoming call as you stumbled through your front door with your jacket and bag in hand. You tucked your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you locked the door behind you with an exasperated, âHey.â
âHey, love,â Georgeâs voice spoke warmly through the phone, âHow was your day?â
You kicked off your heels, your feet donning fresh blisters, and you walked farther into your apartment to set your bag and jacket on the kitchen counter, âExhausting. Yours?â
âThe same. Aleix worked me to the bone today in the gym and then I have to get up early for my flight in the morning.â
You hummed in acknowledgement as you hung up your jacket in the front closet, phone still tucked between your ear and shoulder as you listened to him, still trying to switch your brain out of work mode. There was a bit of a pause as you arranged yourself in your apartment, George hearing the dull clunks of you putting your empty lunch containers away and loading the dishwasher.
âDid I catch you at a bad time?â he asked.Â
âNo, sorry,â you sighed, his tentative words having you realize that you had barely said a thing to him since you picked up the phone, âSorry, Iâm here. I literally just stepped in the door when you called so Iâm stillâŠâ
âA little frazzled?â he finished your sentence for you with a playful understanding.Â
âYeah,â you exhaled and leaned back against the kitchen counter, âThatâs a word for it.â
âThat hotel would crumble without you.â
âAfter the insanity of today, I might stop modestly arguing with you on that point.â
There was a soft pause and then he spoke again, his voice warm and sweet, âI miss you.â
You closed your eyes and tilted your head back as if to let his words roll over you and ease your stresses from the day. You took a breath, âI miss you too.â
âI canât wait until you can travel more with me.â
It was an innocent enough statement from him, something meant to be gentle and genuine, showing how much he loved spending time with you, but perhaps it was the implication behind it and the fact that you had an exhausting day that had you frowning slightly. You replied, âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, I know we havenât talked about it yet but I was thinking that maybe by next season you could go down to part time so you can come to some more races with me.â
The offense that welled in your chest took you by surprise.Â
âYou want that?â you asked testingly.Â
âYeah, you know,â you heard him shifting through the line, âI think it would be nice. You donât have to exhaust yourself so much at work and we can be with each other moreâŠâ
âI have bills, George,â you reminded him. You werenât quite able to keep the curtness out of your voice.Â
There was a pause as if he had been completely taken aback by your slight edge before he finally replied, cautious, slow, âYes, well, I wouldnât mind supporting you. I know itâs early but eventually I was thinking youâd move in with me in Monaco andââ
âJesus,â you huffed in disbelief.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âGeorge, Iâm not going to quit my job that I worked my ass off for and let you pay my bills just to parade around the world after you like a trophy wifeâŠlikeâŠlike some gold digger like your exâs.â
âHey,â Georgeâs voice was firm now, âThatâs not fair. Nor is it true.â
âWell, what do you want me to say?â
âThey werenât gold diggers, alright? Thatâs harsh of you to even say that.â
âThatâs what youâre getting out of this? Seriously?âÂ
âYes, because I know youâre just exhausted from work and we can talk about the money situation later andââ
âNo, we wonât!â you cut him off, âSeriously, no, we wonât. Iâm not quitting my job. End of discussion.âÂ
âButââ
âWhy donât you quit your job for me, huh?â
There was a pause and then the faintest disbelieving chuckle came through the line.
âSounds insane to you, right? So why do you get to ask that of me?â
âBecause my job can actually support us! You seriously think we could get by on a hotelier's salary? No, sorry, not even a hotelier: a front desk clerk.â
The belittling in his words was obvious to you, dripping like venom through the phone. Whether he intended to be cruel or not was irrelevant as you stood in the middle of your small apartment kitchen, phone tight in your hand, your heart already taking every syllable of his words as they came.Â
âWow, you really are an entitled asshole, huh?â
Georgeâs disbelief was apparent in his slow, enunciated reply, âPardon me?â
âI know very well that I am not part of your worldâI donât understand the protocols or the requirements or anything else that makes your job so damn importantâbut you donât have the right to undermine all my hard work just because you make more money than me.â
âIâm not undermining your hard work.â Georgeâs voice was flat, tired.Â
âBut you are,â you insisted.Â
âJesus Christ, love,â George groaned out a breath, rubbing his fingers over his forehead, âOkay, Iâm not meaning to. Youâre just always complaining about being so tired and unappreciated at work so I thought that you deserve toââ
âTo be your lap dog?â you pushed back.Â
âTo have a fucking break!â George corrected firmly, his voice having raised a little in volume.Â
There was a pause as his frustrated tone lingered through the line.Â
You scoffed, âSorry that Iâm not the type of girlfriend youâre used to; who will roll over when you slide her a blank cheque. Sorry that I like to work hard and be self-sufficient, even if my job is grueling. Sorry that offends you.â
âYou gotta stop with the ex-girlfriend slander, seriously, itâs so unattractive.â
It was your turn for your volume to raise, âAre you serious?!âÂ
âYeah! Youâre sounding petty and immature and jealous.â
âIâm not jealous. Iâm trying to tell you that Iâm not likeââ
âNot like what? Not like other girls? â he jumped in, taunting, angry, âOoh, blimey, love, give it a rest. You work at a five-star luxury hotel and suddenly you think youâre entitled to the woe-is-me card. Having a job doesnât make you special.â
âIâm not like the kind of girls that you are surrounded by all the time,â you corrected loudly, already pacing your apartment with the anger that squeezed at your heart, âAnd I am fine with that and I like who I am and I donât mind that we have to keep our relationship this big fucking secret to the world but you donât get it. You donât get what itâs like to have a normal life.â
âI do! My dad is aââ
âFarmer. I know. But youâre telling me that as youâre sitting in your million-dollar apartment in the billionaire capital of the world with five custom luxury Mercedes in your parking garage and a bank account that has more digits than my phone number. You are so far out from reality now, you wouldnât recognize it if it hit you in the face!â
âIâm sorry my career is such a fucking burden for you. I was just trying to do something nice.â
âNo, you werenât. You were being selfish.â
âIs that what you want to call generosity now? Selfish? Most women would love to be financially set for life. You want to struggle in the working class until you retire? Fine by me!â
âYeah, thanks for taking part in my charity case. Good to know where your priorities were laying these last few monthsâŠdeep in some fucking saviour complex.â
There was another momentary silenceâone of those awful, sharp-edged ones that cut deeper than shouting. You could hear his breathing, heavy and uneven through the phone, like he was biting back a retort, and your chest burned tight with bitterness.
âYouâre unbelievable,â he finally muttered, voice low and tight, âIâm trying, and nothing I do is ever fucking good enough for you.â
You let out a short, humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over your flushed face. âBecause you donât get it! You donât get what itâs like to work your ass off for something all by yourself only to have someone look at you like you should just be grateful theyâve thrown you a bone that you didn't ask for.â
âThatâs not fair.â
âYou know, I never asked you for anything,â you went on, quieter now but no less angry. âNever asked for money, never asked for handouts, never wanted you or anyone around you to think I was using you. I never even asked for this relationship to be public, standing by and understanding the importance of privacy to you and your job. And all I wanted was for you to understand that our worlds are different. That I am different. But instead, you make me feel like thatâs a bad thing.â
âBecause you make it a bad thing,â he shot back. âYou keep acting like Iâve done something wrong by wanting to take care of you or do something nice for you. You always decline anything I want to do for you if it involves money. You havenât even let me take you to one of my races! Itâs like this wall is constantly up around you, like youâre scared of money. Itâs exhausting.â
You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head even though he couldnât see you, âRight. Itâs so exhausting for you. Meanwhile, Iâm trying not to be upset by the million fan edits of you and your ex that I constantly see everywhereâŠnot to mention you still have photos together on your InstagramâŠMercedes has pictures of her on their Instagram for some fucking reason.â
It slipped out before you could stop it, your voice cracking slightly on the last part, not because you cared about his ex. It was what she representedâwhat all of them represented. The polished, effortless, women who floated through his world and hung on his arm and accepted his money and his privilege like it was their right. The kind of women who never had to argue about whether accepting a blank cheque made them weak or practical. Maybe that was the real problem. Maybe it wasnât just about money or privilege or the weight of keeping everything a secret. Maybe it was the fact that you had spent all this time trying to fit into his world while pieces of his past still lingered everywhere you looked.
âJesus fucking Christ,â George muttered as if to himself, before letting out a humourless laugh, âI donât even know what to say to that. Honestly, I have nothing to fucking say to that. I just canât do anything right, can I? I can be as nice as I want to you and youâd still throw a tantrum about something or another. If you hate having to see my entire life plastered all over the internet, if you hate how out of touch I am, then maybe you shouldâve thought about that before getting involved with me.â
Your stomach twisted, unable to hold back the stark words that slipped from your lips without thought, âBelieve me, I think about that all the time.â
More silence. This time, it felt worse.
Finally, George spoke, his voice tight, âRight, well, Iâm going to hang up now.â
âFine,â you muttered sharply, âThis was a waste of my night anyway.â
âYeah, whatever.â
The dial tone droned in your ear.Â
You didnât hear from George for the rest of the night. Or the next day. Or the day after. That Friday, you sat on your couch and watched the F1 Free Practice sessions like you often would when you could but just the sight of Georgeâs car and his stupid little âRUSâ on the timing tower almost had you throwing your bowl of blueberries at the television. You turned it off.Â
Work felt twice as hellish that week as Georgeâs words stirred in your mind and your anxieties over the silence that followed your fight lingered. Had you broken up? There was no formal agreement about that but it sure fucking felt like a breakup. After your shift on Saturday, you trudged your way back to your apartment with a rain cloud over your head.Â
Once you stepped out of the elevator into your hallway, you were surprised by the humongous bouquet of roses wrapped and waiting for you at your doorstep. You sighed and unlocked your door and awkwardly lugged the package inside and across the floor of your foyer, the fifty-someodd stems weighing a ridiculous amount. Lifting it up onto your kitchen counter, you didnât have to even check the card to know who it was from but, you did anyway,
âIâm sorry for being an entitled prick. I am always so proud of you and everything you do. Your biggest fan, GR xâ
You sucked your teeth for a moment and set the small card down to look back at the cellophane wrapped roses. You took your time unwrapping them until the scent of the fresh cut stems filled your apartment and you leaned in to smell one, inhaling its refreshing perfume as if hoping it would calm you down. The anger still lingered in your chest but you knew this was a peace offering of sorts, an olive branch, so you took out your phone and called him. As the line rang, you stared flatly at the bouquet.Â
Georgeâs voice came through the line, tentative, âHey.â
You took a small breath before answering, your voice flat but tinged with just a hint of lightheartedness, âDonât know if you remember but our whole fight was about how I donât want your money and then you go and order me the biggest bouquet of flowers known to man.â
George chuckled faintly through the phone, âYeah, now that you say that, it might have been in bad taste.â
There was a pause, both of you not quite knowing what to say to make it all better, neither wanting to speak first.Â
âTheyâre beautiful though,â you said softly after a beat.Â
âIâm really am sorry. I felt like right shit after we hung up.â George said, âI shouldnât have assumed what you would want for your own life. I know how much you love your jobâŠeven when it gets on your nerves.â
âThank you,â you sighed, reaching out with your free hand to touch one of the silky rose petals, âAnd Iâm sorry for getting so upset about it. I know you didnât mean it maliciously.âÂ
His voice was as soft as the rose petal beneath your fingertips, âOf course not, my love.â
âJust like you worked so hard to get to F1, I worked so hard to get this job too. A prestigious hotel in another country? Like, thatâs what my dreams were made of.â
âI know. Iâm so sorry. I know how important your job is to you. I shouldnât have brushed it aside like that without talking to you first.â George acknowledged, âAnd, if itâs any consolation, I think itâs incredibly sexy that youâre so passionate about your job.â
An amused smile pricked at your lips, âOh really?â
âYes,â he chuckled.Â
You let out a calm breath as the tension eased from your shoulders, finding comfort in the conversation with him.Â
âAnd I deleted the pictures from my Instagram feed.â
Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, not having expected him to say that, âOh, you didnât have to. You were right, I was just being petty and dramaticââ
George cut you off gently, âNo, itâs okay. I know how it would feel to me if it were the other way aroundâŠand that wouldnât have even had them spread all over the internet. I know we canât avoid a lot of the reminders, but I want to do my part in lessening them where I can. Youâre my girl, okay? My one and only.â
âThank you,â your voice was hardly recognizable with how soft it was, how full of emotion. Your heart did a funny little flip in your chest.
âBut, listen to me, darling, at least take some of your vacation days.â George spoke, softly yet sternly, âYou never use any of them and youâre going to burn yourself out. Book off the weekend for whatever race you want to go to and Iâll get you a pass. Any of them. Please?â
He was right, unfortunately. You never liked to use your vacation days, always thinking it made you look like a lackluster employee, always wanting to give 110% at any and all times. The genuine care in his request didnât go unnoticed, and after such a hellish week, having a little vacation and time to reconnect with him sounded quite appealing.
You exhaled deeply, âOkay, fine. But Iâm buying you dinner next time I see you. A really nice place too.â
Knowing he wasnât going to sway you and your desperate attempts to even the playing field, he chucked and gave in, âWhatever you want, my love. I just want you to be happy.â
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can i do your makeup ?
fem!reader x teen!van palmer
summery: reader begs van to let her do her makeup while they wait for the rain to stop. van agrees and somehow you end up on her lap⊠what could really happen ??? youâre just friendsâŠright ??
warnings: shitty smut, oral (r receiving), pornwithplot
this is my first fic in almost 5 years please bear with me as this is probably not that great.. iâm aware liv is nonbinary but it slipped my mind to use they/them for vans pronouns until after i finished writing this i hope thatâs okay. if itâs not i can rewrite it !!!
requests: open :)
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âpleaseeeeeâ you begged. giving the best puppy dog eyes you could. âi promise i wonât mess it up, just this once pleaseâ
you and van sat in your shared hut waiting for the rain to stop pouring outside. somehow your little makeup case has made it through the plane crash and the cabin fire. you never really used it only on special occasions like doomcoming and such. but by the looks of outside you would be stuck in the hut for hours and were already bored. why not beg your bestfriend to do her makeup.
you and van hadnât always been close but after the fire, while everyone built the camp van and taissa broke up. you were the only one there for van, sparking a new friendship. from then on you were attached at the hip, where you went van followed and vise versa. somehow someway between it all you developed feelings for her. not wanting to rush her after breaking it off with taissa you said nothing and let the feelings fester within yourself while being as close to van as ever.
once the camp was finally done being built and it was time to pick roommates it wasnât even a question. you and van would obviously room together. ending up in a hut with just the two of you was nice, you were able to stay up late if you wanted to talk and no one would care, you personally liked it a lot more the the one shared room of the cabin.
âyouâre not doing my makeup, itâll look weird over the scaringâ van huffed while trying to read her book.
âplease. iâll make it look alright, your scars arenât gonna look weird i promise !! if you want i wont even put makeup over them, ill wipe it off at the end so thereâs nothing on them, i promise. please, thereâs no mirror. i canât do my own.â you were desperate at this point and yet van wouldnât even entertain the idea
âhow many times am i going to have to say noâ van said, shutting her book and looking over at you
âuntil you say yesâ you smiled.
âokay whatever, but no bright eye shadow. i donât wanna look like a clownâ she rolled her eyes, sighing in defeat.
you squealed and got your makeup box, taking a seat right in front of her and opening up your kit as she closed her eyes waiting for you to start. you tried to get a good angle but couldnât, huffing and puffing trying to move your arm in a certain way so you could blend out her foundation and it just wasnât working.
van peaked one eye opened as you looked at her in frustration.
âwhat are you doing?â she asked slightly laughing at the face you were making
âi canât do it. iâm gonna break my arm trying to bend it to blend it out. just never mind.â you huffed beginning to put your makeup away and go back to being bored
before you could do so, you were moving. van tugged you onto her lap, straightening her legs so you would be straddling her. the air immediately left your lungs, you were friends of course, you slept next to each other everyday but you had never been this close to her before. especially in this position. looking slightly down at her you swore you could faint as she looked up at you waiting to see if youâd actually stay there.
after a minute of slight awkward hesitation, not knowing if you could fully sit down or not. you finally let yourself put your full weight on the girl beneath you, allowing the skirt you were wearing to flow over both of your legs and let yourself breath and relax. youâre just sitting in your friends lap doing her makeup. no big deal.
âcomfy?â van asked once you finally settled.
you nodded your head with your lips close tight, still to scared to make a noise. maybe you were dreaming. you had to be dreaming.
you opened your makeup kit and started on her makeup. you used to do your makeup all the time back home. showing up to school everyday with a new look. you wanted to be a makeup artist when you were older. you loved soccer but you didnât wanna be a professional like some of the other girls. you just wanted to help other girls feel pretty and express themselves.
van watching you closely as your tongue poked out of your lips a little in concentration, trying to get the makeup just right. she hadnât a clue what you were really doing, just that you looked pretty doing it.
you were vans best friend. the only one who had really be there for her after her fallout with tai. she helped you keep your mind off of it with jokes and helping her build the huts for the camp. you stayed up late just the two of you talking about everything, what you wanted to do when you got home, what you used to do before the crash, school, girls, everything. no one had been able to understand her quite like you. she loves taissa donât get her wrong. she would probably classify her as her FIRST love. but this was different then the connection she had with her ex. it feels almost deeper. she knew she could trust you and that youâd always have her back.
you concentrated as hard as you could but you could feel the texture of vans jeans on your bare thighs and she was looking at you so intensely it was hard to actually focus. just being in this position you could feel yourself getting turned on and didnât know what to do.
van noticed you start to get antsy and put her hands on your hips. âare you okay?â she asked. voices laced with concern. âare you not comfortable??â
âno no iâm okayâ you reassured, hoping it was convincing enough.
van didnât believe you but chose to close her eyes and let you continue on her face. as you did you didnât realize your hips starts to slightly move back and forth subconsciously. small enough movements that you could barley notice it at first. but van did.
van opened her eyes to look at you so you could put mascara on her. as she looked at you she could see that youâre pupils were wide and you were breathing heavier. somehow not noticing your own movement but van couldnât handle it. a pretty girl is practically getting herself off on her thighs and sheâs expecting to act normal ??
you grind down one more time, slightly harder then before and van canât take it anymore. her grip on your waist tightens and she stops you. looking you dead in your eyes and you freeze. looking confused..
âdo you really not see what youâre doing to me right now?â van asks
âwhat?â you answered, cheeks turning red
âlookâ van moves you back slightly to reveal and small wet patch left on her jeans and you wish you could explode right then and there.
you go to climb off of her but her hold on you tightens only letting you move back a little bit. youâd rather be out in the storm then in here any longer. praying to the wilderness itâll just swallow you up whole.
âoh my god van iâm so sorry i didnât know i was- i didnât mean to- oh my godâ you donât even know what to say but luckily you donât have to try to find words for long before van is pulling you back closer and brings her lips to yours.
you melt into it instantly. having been waiting for this for weeks. itâs better then you could have imagined. quickly getting more heated van starts moving your hips on her thigh again and god does it feel good.
you let out a moan long enough for her to shove her tongue into your mouth and now itâs on. youâre pulling at her shirt trying to get it off of her while she does the same to you.
âfuck baby youâre gorgeousâ van says, staring at your partially naked body. of course she had seen you change in the locker rooms after practice but this was different. you get shy under her comment and go to cover yourself up but she grabs your arms and kisses you again.
van lets your arms go in favor for touching your thighs. going up and down under your skirt. just barely close enough to wear you really need her. you pull back from the kiss and whine.
âwhat baby? what do you need?â she asks with a smirk.
âyouâ you whined again
âyou have meâ she said cockily
not able to get the words out you grab her hand and bring it to your clothed center and look her in the eyes. silently begging.
âoh fuckâ she whispers and itâs like something snaps in her.
next thing you know youâre on your back with her in between your legs. she slides your panties and skirt down your legs, tossing them somewhere to be found later. what a sight you were. seeing you laying there fully naked for her. van looks up at your face and what a mistake that was. youâre looking at her with the most needy eyes sheâs ever seen and she can barely contain herself. sheâs been dreaming of this for weeks and itâs about to happen.
she looks at you waiting for you to say you want this. waiting for you to let her touch you. you nod your head and she doesnât wait a second, her hands are on you.
a finger going up and down your slit and your back immediately arches. not having had sex since before the crash and your fingers only doing so much for yourself you knew you wouldnât last long but you didnât care. she slowly puts a finger in watching your face for a negative reaction that never comes.
you moan out begging for more already. needing as much of her as you could take. she slides another finger in, moving back and forth slowly
âthatâs it baby, youâre doing so good for me. iâve been waiting for thisâ van says unable to take her eyes off of her fingers going in and out of you. almost mesmerized as her fingers get soaked more and more by you.
youâre moaning loud. not caring if the other girls hear but hoping the storm drowns you out. you canât help it. vans fingers are bigger then yours and god does she stretch you perfectly. she starts to curl her fingers inside of you and you almost scream.
âplease please pleaseâ you beg over and over again not really even knowing what youâre begging for.
âplease what baby? huh? what do you need?â she says almost taunting you.
you donât say anything just move your hips up and down with her fingers. she takes it as a hint and adds a third finger slowly. itâs a stretch but it feels so good you donât care.
âcan i taste you baby? pleaseâ van almost begs and you could cum right there just from the look of desperation on her face. like she needs to taste you or sheâll die. you nod your head and immediately her tongue is on your clit.
this time you canât hold back the scream you let out and you grind your pussy on her face. chasing the high that you know is coming. it feels like heaven.
fingers still pumping in and out of you she pulls them out and quickly replaces them with her tongue before you can miss them. you didnât think she could make you feel any better but she does.
âoh fuck baby, iâm gonna cumâ you moan loudly. seconds later your cumming all over vans tongue and she swallows every drop. tasting like heaven.
she pulls her face back when youâve finished, looking at you with a soaking wet face and the biggest grin youâve ever seen.
she moves up next to you and you lay your head on her chest. both of your hearts racing.
âdo you feel okay?â van asks after a few moments of silence and you nod your head against her.
âi like you.â van says, and your head shoots up to look her in the face âiâve liked you for a while but i didnât know if you felt the same. if this was just sex for you itâs okay. i understand that but-â
before she could finish you kiss her. itâs soft compared to the first kiss you shared. this one full of reassurance and feelings rather then lust and need.
âi like you tooâ you said with a slight smile after you pull away
âyeah???â she said perking up. happy to hear it wasnât just sex
âyeahâ you laid your head back on her chest and you both settled down. content in being wrapped up together lulled to sleep by the sounds of the storm and each others breathing.
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Part Three (for anyone whoâs still interested in my rambling): Dialogue
The dialogue in this story is completely different from all the others. There are a few points that I want to explore here:
1) The uncharacteristic speaking mannerisms (mostly already talked about in the other parts)
2) the odd vocabulary
3) the âimmaturityâ of the writing
Some examples:
âSusan! I believe you are a bad, treacherous woman!â Ok this one actually makes me laugh
âIâm clearing out of here. Iâve had enough of you all.â This one is less egregious but WHY IS EVERYONE ACTING LIKE GRADE SCHOOLERS??
âDr watson agrees, so that settles itâ âsettled again!â Weâve literally never seen Holmes wait for Watsonâs opinion like this. On matters of life and death, absolutely. But he doesnât seek Watsonâs assurance that an action is correct.
âLookin for your gun, Master Holmes?â
âNo, for my scent bottle, Steveâ once again, childish banter where Holmes refers to a man he barely knows by his first name.
âQueer grammar!â
ââThese clever fellows have always a touch of madness.â That was what I read in the inspectorâs smileâ Watson simply does not write out what he thinks other people are thinking in dialogue. He just doesnât.
âI only gather that we are here to see the lady who is behind all this mischiefâ these characters are literally talking like theyâre in a campy 80âs show. MISCHIEF??? After she broke into an old ladyâs house???
âWell, I suppose Iâll have to compound a felony as usual.â This read like thereâs meant to be a laugh track in the background. Compare this to Holmesâs speech from The Abbey Grange: âwell, it is a great responsibility that I take upon myself, but I have given Hopkins an excellent hint, and if he canât avail himself of it I can do no more. See hereâŠweâll do this in due form of the lawâŠso long as the law does not find some other victim you are safe from me.â
âBlack Steve is called inâ IâŠ..I donât have to explain why this isnât a description Holmes would use, right? Itâs petty, racist, and childish. While I think that Holmes is very racially insensitive, being a man of his time, it mostly comes down to a strange brand of ârace scienceâ and racial profiling. I canât imagine him thinking that a guy is harmless, as he says, and still speaking to him like this.
There are a few more examples, but my point is that not only does it seem like it was written by someone else, but someone more modern, juvenile, and inexperienced. I suspect that Doyle wanted to try appointing a younger successor.
Friend: *exists near me*
Me: DO YOU WANT TO HEAR MY THEORY ON SHERLOCK HOLMES THE ADVENTURE OF THE THREE GABLES-
Friend: *runs away screaming*
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I don't want to brag but I've gone from 10 words to 416 and after the past year of a drought I want to express that I am proud of myself. I will get these last two chapters out. I will do it.
#Lily#fanfiction#bsd#bungou stray dogs#atsushi nakajima#bsd atsushi#bsd dazai#dazai osamu#I just reread it because I wanted to figure out what my holdup was#and I think I figured it out#and as I was reading it I was thinking about the transitions I was struggling with#so I'm hoping to finish this story#within the next 2 months#that is a tentative timeline#it's currently spring break#but I have a Japanese essay to write#and preparation for my final product in my other class#I should be working on my Japanese essay right now#but I was desperate to get some words down for Lily#so maybe one chapter could get posted by the end of the week and then I might have to wait a few more months until classes are out#to get the last one written#but nothing is changed of what I want to do in the last two chapters of the story#it's still the same#it's just getting it down I'm struggling with#I think it was the transitions and the point of views and how I wanted to describe it#as I was rereading I was making a plan of action on how to approach it#I have to say though I do like the story#I'm surprised I wrote that I actually really like it
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