#cant wait for my next session

[complementary-oxymorons]

20mg of latuda aint got shit against whatever the fuck i have going on :)

[duskianfae]

my friends and i are playing a Starfinder campaign set in the VLD universe (kinda) so I tried to draw my character, Willow. She's a plant sim Ghoran and i love her

[logical-song]

hi guy. happy post first game guys !! heres an old sketch i did when guy was in the void on his own before he found nancy . idk the best way to explain the "notorious" around him,, those are song lyrics to a song that i think is like guy,, everytime i listen to it i think about guy,,, the song is notorious by duran duran i made an animatic to it if anyof you remember.

[quasieli]

[ID copied from alt text: A full body digital drawing of my OC Petrichor (she/her), also known as Petra, set against a light purple background with lighter purple fish scale patterning. Petra is a young, chubby Water Genasi with wavy, water-like blue hair with vibrant green bangs, purple eyes with black sclera, and bright teal lightning streaks scattered across her body. She is wearing a dark purple corset top with detached matching collar and sleeves, as well as a gradient dark cloud skirt streaked with lightning, purple flats, silver rimmed glasses with blue tinted glass, and a silver floral holy symbol with a staff at its center. She is stood in three quarters profile, facing to the left but looking to the right. She has her head slightly cocked and is smiling. End description.]

My newest baby girl! Been wanting to get out more and found out that my local library holds a D&D campaign once a month so I made this lovely little Tempest cleric (and secret Swashbuckler rogue) for the game!

[qu-artz]

Ariadne and Kralle (DND character of @philippa-eilhart-of-montecalvo ✨) make a great team!

[charismajyyks]

Belfry having a late night smoke

[stab-at-me]

The past 48 hours have introduced so many stressful situations that I genuinely think I'm going to have some kind of a mental breakdown in the month of April if I don't get a break

[kitconnor]

when the person you and your friends had to lowkey cancel during peak fandom turns out to be everything you expected and they're still stuck exactly where they were to begin because everyone moved on and they peaked there

[room4creation]

listening to my own mix liiiike

[phagodyke]

sent my first v3 baby!! only took me 2 goes >:)

[kirammanswoman]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES *ੈ✩‧₊˚

part 1 part 2 (wip) part 3 (wip) masterlist

three hockey player roommates that are in desperate need of a fourth roommate after their original one moved out on a whim. a professionally trained, braniac figure skater who needs to move. what’s the worst that could happen?

hockey!vi/ellie/abby x figureskater!fem!reader

warnings: reader is mentioned to be a lesbian!!!

a/n: im back n sorry it took so long, i forgot to say i was gonna make this n smau as well TEEHEE!! also ik i made a typo on the smau portion stfu ik…IF YOU KNOW WHERE THE ART FROM THE BANNER ABOVE IS FROM PLEASE LMK I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST AND CANT FIND THE ORIGINATOR

lowercase intended, unedited.

the moment you woke up to your upstairs neighbor banging on his drums at 5 am for the tenth time this week,

you knew.

sitting up from your tousled bed sheets and wrinkled pillows, you dig through the thick comforter to find your pj pants that you lazily threw off the night before. you dont know whether it’s your upstairs neighbor banging on his drums to metallica at 5 am (he for sure hasnt slept yet) or your head, but something was pounding. as you walk over to your mini kitchen in your tiny studio apartment, formula sheets, periodic tables, and notes were sprawled across the floor from the previous night’s panicked “i have to review this now or else i’ll die of anxiety before i sleep” study session.

you took a step forward, stepped on an eraser. another step, a pencil. and one more, lo and behold you’re at your kitchen counter, after two measly, groggy steps. so small, so crammed, so stuffy.

yeah. you had to move out.

morning practices weren’t your favorite, like at all. you studied for chem the night before, now you’re getting rewarded with two hours of coach medarda nit-picking at your every move. every axel, every jump, every loop. all. of. it. being medarda’s prized figure skater out of the bunch of girls was great, i mean, you were olympic bound because of her. however, the physical repercussions that come with exhausting your body in order to move so beautifully on ice wasn’t fun. you hurriedly tamed your bed ridden hair, threw on your practice clothes, stuffed your pristine white skates in your bag and sped off. that is, before almost eating shit on your tile floor because you tripped over your air fryer that was placed on the ground because the counter was far too small to stuff it in a corner. you curse to yourself as you clutch your foot— your very important foot— and you hop outside to lock the door.

when you finally locked the door (which took ages bc the dusty ass lock is older than you are) you sped walked to your car with a one track mind, a throbbing foot, and a repetitive thought.

i have to move out. fast.

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE JUST PACKED UP AND LEFT?”

“meant it how i said it you loud dipshit. her room’s empty, abby”

“yeah ellie and i tried to stop her and get an answer, i even ran out to the driveway shirtless but all she said was ‘im sorry vi but i have to go, my last payment for rent will be in for next month’ and she drove off”

the three hockey players stood in their living room, now missing a roommate, thus, missing a fourth person for rent. their former roommate, korra, insisted that she had other matters to attend to and had to move out urgently. they were perplexed, clueless, and a little angry at the sudden decision, but lo and behold, they can’t do anything about it now can they.

“alright— okay, sit down you shitheads— and put a shirt in vi, we gotta figure this out.”

“she did give us at least some allowance of time to figure something out right?” ellie responded to abby, fiddling with her silver rings. abby nodded and bit her lip while thinking if their next move.

“okay— here’s the deal.” she sat down and signaled the other two to sit as well. “i’ll ask my dad to cover the payment for the month after next month if we dont find one in time—”

“wait wait wait— what do you mean find one in time? you’re gonna go looking for a new one like a fuckass model agency recruiter?” ellie raised a brow

“no you fuckin idiot, im gonna post something on the locker room’s bulletin that we’re looking for new roommates.”

“like that’s gonna fucking find us one abby” vi scoffed

“okay listen you fuckasses— i can guarantee” she cut herself off “vi put a shirt on for fucks sake—“ she said as she threw a shirt to vi as she hurriedly threw her shirt on overtop her nike bra “im the damn captain of the team— i’ll make the rest of them look at it and convince them if we have too.”

“so— we’re taking anyone?”

“no, just hockey players”

yeah. right.

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“ONE MORE TIME. CHIN UP.”

coach medardas demanding voice reverberated within the enclosed rink as you went through the last stretch of your routine again.

fuck fuck fuck ow ow ow shit shit shit—

was all you could think while repeating the final move of your routine for the fifth time now. as you hit your ending pose, medarda’s neutral face flickered a slight smile.

“good. much better. you’re free to go” she nodded you off. you thanked her and skated off the ice. everything hurt. every. single. thing. which was crazy considering you’ve been skating since 5 years old. never get used to it you suppose.

“how’s little miss perfect’s ice skating practice go?”

a voice breaks your thoughts off while you retrieve your stuff from your locker. you smile warmly at the girl with beautiful brown eyes and dark hair leaning against the door.

“hi D” you smile as you put your skates in your duffle.

“geez, medarda beat you black and blue again?” Dina asked as she walked over to one of the benches by your locker.

“black, blue, red, orange, green— the fuckin rainbow” you laughed

“ohhhh— i get it, because you’re a LESBI—” you covered dina’s mouth before she could finish.

“i swear to god—”

“no one’s here!” she muffled from her covered mouth, as she took your wrist into her hand and gently lifted it from her mouth. “plus i wasn’t actually gonna say it for real for real” she laughed.

it’s not like you had a problem with being a lesbian, fuck, if anything you thank every possible part of your existence for being attracted to women. it’s just—you had a reputation— and sometimes hiding a part of yourself was just easier to maintain that reputation. (a/n: this is fucking false, be so authentically you because you’re fucking beautiful, dont let anyone make you think otherwise. i love u.)

you shook your head at your best friends antics.

“sooo…find a place yet?” she said, fiddling with the charms on your duffle.

you sighed and scratched your forehead “no— skating and classes have been eating at my literal ass lately” you slumped at the space beside her

“babes, come on. that place is hella sketchy—“ she paused. dina never pauses. she’s always speaking, so this leads you to believe something’s turning with the gears in her head.

“anyway you need to leave soon— oh wait hold on!” she sprung up slightly. her eyes were wide and her smile was so bright it could blind people. oh no. you thought. she’s thinking. thats bad.

“you remember ellie? hockey player, short hair, green eyes, really actually very hot?” she perked up

“yea…? what about her—“ “they need a roommate!”

and there it is. a thought. from dina. she didnt even let you finish your sentence, so you didnt even let her convince you.

“no.” you deadpanned, glaring at her. “dina i refuse to room with the infamous women’s hockey trio league who probably disguised frat boys.” you started to pick up your stuff to walk out of the lockers.

“come onnnnnnn!!! its a perfect opportunity!” she walks a little behind you. “its literally falling on your lap!”

“no dina i wont—” “LOOK!” she said, as she abruptly stopped and basically yanked you by your ponytail to look at the bulletin board. with a yelp and a ‘what the fuck D!’ you stare at the slip of paper right smack dab center of the bulletin board.

“dina woodward, no.”

“dina woodward, yes.” she said as she ripped a piece of the tags hanging below with the email and number of whoever put the sign up.

what the fuck are you gonna do with her.

-

-

“see, i told you fuckers it would work.”

a sweaty, glistening abby was smirking at her roommates that were sitting on the bench. the Jackson University women’s hockey league sit at the rink’s locker room, packing up after a long practice. ellie and vi sit at the bench, staring up at at abby.

“okay?? and who is it?”

“ummm…a girl named (you)? dunno its kinda vague. she emailed ‘Good Morning, I am interested in potentially being a roommate. Let me know when and where we can discuss the details and we can decide if it’s a fit. Thank You.’”

“she sounds 45 years old.” ellie said

“and like a bossy-stuck up princess bitch” vi added, handing ellie her water bottle for her to drink out of it.

“okay shut up, she cant be that bad.”

“she’s a hockey player?” ellie asked, swinging the water bottle back like its a shot.

“she should be—“ she headed over to the bulletin board “it says here hockey players onl— oh no.” she said, while looking intently at the paper pinned to the board. abby’s eyes were hopelessly searching for where it says hockey players only.

the other two stood behind her, looking for it as well.

and alas,

nothing.

“you fucking idiot.”

-

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after a long day of practice and a three hour lecture, you were finally fucking home.

throwing your bags onto a nearby chair by your counter, you strip off your practice clothes and make a B line to the bathroom. the relief of the hot water hitting your sore muscles felt like you were meeting an angel. truly a spiritual experience. you wash your body and hair off of the dried out sweat after practice and put on your usual giant sleep tee and headed to heat your food in the microwave. this was the usual after you got home after a long day of practice and more lectures that were frying your brain. you finally had time to relax at home.

just as you were settling down on your couch next to your cat named Dog, an email notification pinged on your phone.

📧: Abby Anderson a.anderson@email.com

Good Evening, this is Abby. I saw that you emailed about a roommate inquiry? I was wondering if you could meet at the Bison Cafe to discuss the details. Also, please feel free to leave your number so communication is more seamless. Thanks.

you’re gonna punch your best friend.

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[esmeraldablazingsky]

never mind iam now a level 2 druid

being a level 1 druid is so unfortunate

[hereforuconnwbb]

The Study of Us - CHAPTER 9

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 6.3k

warning: language

heyheyheyyyyy here's chap 9 !!! once again its not edited so there may be some errors so pls dismiss them 😭 but other than that i hope u guys enjoy this chapter !🫶🏽 ty for being patient and lmk what u think !!

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Azzi stepped into her dorm room, the quiet click of the door behind her grounding her again. She slipped off her shoes, set her bag down, and pulled out her phone.

Azzi: hey i made it back :)

It only took a few seconds before the reply lit up her screen.

Paige: good good

Paige: whens our next session ? 👀

Azzi smiled, thumbs tapping without much thought.

Azzi: 3 pm at the library good for u?

Paige: yep perfect

Paige: cant wait. goodnight az 💗

Azzi’s cheeks warmed.

Azzi: goodnight p 💗

She set her phone down, heart still doing little backflips, and reached into the front pocket of her bag. Her fingers closed around the 2 polaroids.

1 of Paige, mid-game and the other of them cheesing together.

Azzi crossed the room to the combo board that hung above her desk. Without thinking, she grabbed 2 push pins and pinned the polaroids neatly on the cork side of the board, side by side.

She stood there fora moment, arms loosely crossed over her chest, eyes fixed on the photos. A gentle warmth spread through her.

Her lips curved into a small, hopeful smile as she whispered softly, almost breathless,

“Please let this be real…”

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It was now just after 8 am when Paige stepped in through the side door of the facility, jacket half-zipped, airpods in, and hair slightly frizzed from rushing across campus. She was early, but only by a few minutes. Not that it mattered.

Before she could take 2 full steps toward her locker, KK and Ice appeared out of nowhere, cutting her off like they had been waiting for this moment all morning.

“Long night, Bueckers ?” Ice asked, grinning way too wide.

Paige groaned, tugging an airpod out. “You two are relentless.”

KK bumped her shoulder. “Cmon. We gave you gold last night. Eye contact. Laugh at her jokes. Casual touch. Compliments. Look at her lips. The basics. Don’t leave us hanging. Did you use any of them ?”

Paige side-eyed them, but her expression gave her away before she even opened her mouth.

“…all of them,” she mumbled.

Ice nearly choked. “All ?”

KK grabbed her arm like they’d won a bet. “You did every single one ? P you can’t just run the full playbook and not give us a highlight reel.”

Paige leaned against the locker wall, dropping her bag with a soft thud. “It was jus easy with her. I didn’t have to think about it too much. It was fun.”

That earned a knowing look from both of them.

Ice tilted her head. “So howd it go ?”

Paige hesitated. A little smile crept in. “Good. Real good.”

KK raised both brows. “What typa good we talking ?”

“The ‘I kinda didn’t want her to leave’ good.”

They stared at her, mouths opening a little, but before either could tease her again, Caroline and Aubrey walked in, water bottles in hand, catching the end of the convo.

“Did we just hear that right ?” Caroline asked, walking up and grinning. “Paige didn’t want her to leave ? ‘Her’ as in the one and only Azzi Fudd ?”

Paige groaned, dragging the hood of her jacket over her face for a second. “Why does everyone have such good timing ?”

Aubrey grinned. “Because watching you spiral is my favourite form of entertainment.”

Caroline leaned against the locker next to hers, raising an eyebrow. “So what did happen ?”

“Nothing dramatic,” Paige said, lowering her voice a bit. “We just studied. Talked. Hung out. That’s it.”

“But you liked it,” Aubrey pointed out.

Paige nodded slowly. “Yea. I like how she is with me. She doesn’t treat me like I’m the Paige Bueckers—some big deal or whatever. With her, I just feel like… me. And I don’t think I realized how rare that was until last night.”

That quieted the group for a beat.

Caroline smiled, soft and knowing. “That’s kinda sweet, not gonna lie.”

KK nudged her. “Told you she was gone.”

Aubrey nodded. “It’s been obvious for a min.”

Paige just shook her head with a small, helpless laugh.

Caroline reached into her bag, pulling out a few loose pages. “Well, I’m dropping these notes off to Azzi after practice. She let me borrow them. You want me to say anything for ya?”

Paige flushed a little. “Nono, it’s fine. I’ll see her later anyway.”

KK perked up. “Wait—when’s your next session?”

“Today,” Paige said, checking her phone. “around 3.”

Ice clapped once. “She’s not wasting time.”

Paige couldn’t stop smiling. The teasing didn’t bother her today. Not when it all felt kind of good. Kind of easy. Kind of like something real was starting.

She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and grabbed her shoes from the bottom of her bag, already counting down the hours until she’d see Azzi again.

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Practice had ended. The gym was half-empty now, just a few balls bouncing and sneakers squeaking as some of the girls wrapped up their drills or lingered in conversations. Paige had already slipped out with Ice and KK to head to their dorm.

Meanwhile, Caroline spped walked across campus, cutting through the wind until she reached Azzi’s dorm. Her bag thudded lightly against her back as she climbed the stairs, then knocked once on Azzi’s door before nudging it open.

Azzi looked up from her desk, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway to her elbows, a pencil tucked behind one ear. Her head tilted in surprise. “Oh hey. Didn’t expect you.”

Caroline girnned, holding up a few papers. “Returning what’s rightfully yours. Thanks for the notes. I owe you one.”

Azzi stood and took them, giving a warm smile. “No worries Carol.”

Caroline’s eyes wandered for a second as she walked in a little further and then landed on the polaroids pinned neatly on Azzi’s board. She blinked, stepping closer. “Woahhhh wait. Hold up…”

Azzi followed her gaze. “What ?”

Caroline leaned in, pointing. “Are these from last night ?”

Azzi’s ears immediately flushed pink. “Oh yea. We kinda messed around with my camera for a bit.”

Caroline turned, brows raised like she was seeing a plot twist in real time. “Paige didn’t say anything about polaroids at practice today !”

Azzi furrowed her brow. “Huh ? What do you mean ?”

“We were talking about last night. She got all flustered.” Caroline said, laughing. “It was actually kinda adorable.”

Azzi bit her lip to hide a smile. “She was ?”

“Yep.” Caroline pointed back at the photos. “I mean—look at tehse. You guys lowkey look like a couple.”

Azzi laughed softly under her breath, rubbing the back of her neck. “Funny. That’s… actually what she said.”

Caroline froze. “Shut up. For real ?”

Azzi nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yea. We were looking at one of them, and she kinda said it without thinking. I think she was surprised I didn’t freak out.”

Caroline sat herself on the edge of Azzi’s bed, pulling her legs up. “Ok, and how did you feel about it ?”

Azzi hesitated. Her eyes dropped to the desk, then back to the photos. “Honestly ? I liked it. Last night was… different. But in a really good way. I didn’t think I’d ever feel like that with someone. Not this soon. Not with her.”

Caroline’s expression softened. “You like her, right ?”

Azzi’s voice dropped. “Yea. I really do. I just didn’t plan for any of this. But she’s just… Paige. And when it’s just the two of us, she’s so real. Funny. Thoughtful. She doesn’t hide anything from me.”

“You don’t need to plan this kind of stuff,” Caroline said gently. “You’re already doing it. And for what it’s worth ? Paige likes you. A lot.”

Azzi’s brows lifted, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “She said that?”

“Not in so many words,” Caroline grinned. “But trust me. She was practically glowing this morning. She talked about how easy it felt. That you made her feel like herself. That’s big for Paige.”

Azzi exhaled, heart tightening in that warm, nervous way. “I don’t even know what to do next.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Caroline said simply. “Just keep being you. Let it happen naturally. You guys already have something good. When the time’s right, it’ll grow into whatever it’s meant to be.”

Azzi nodded, quietly taking that in. Her eyes flicked again to the polaroids.

She smiled, almost shyly. “Yea. Ok.”

And for the first time in a long time, that thought didn’t scare her either.

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Caroline had left a while ago.

Azzi hadn’t moved much since. She just sat quietly on the edge of her bed, her eyes drifting every so often to the board and those polaroids. The room felt still, like it was holding space for something she wasn’t ready to name out loud yet.

She replayed Caroline’s words in her head again and again.

She likes you. A lot.

Just keep being you.

Let it happen naturally.

Azzi’s lips curved into a soft smile as she pulled her knees in and rested her chin on them. When her phone buzzed, she glanced at the screen and the name that appeared made something in her chest ease, like a little calm she hadn’t known she’d needed.

Paige: heyyyy az

Paige: im bored asf

Azzi bit back a grin and shifted, stretching out her legs before replying.

Azzi: hi bored asf

Azzi: im azzi

Paige: bro 😑

Paige: dont start

Paige: that was the worst dad joke ive ever walked into

Azzi: u literally walked into it

Azzi: i js opened the door

Paige: nah u held the door open nd smiled like a menace😔

Azzi chuckled softly, typing slower this time.

Azzi: maybe i js like seeing you flustered 🙃

There was a pause. She stared at her phone, suddenly second-guessing. Then:

Paige: …ok wait

Paige: that was lwk flirty 

Paige: r u flirting w me right now ??😏

Azzi: i mean

Azzi: if i was, would u flirt back ?

Another pause. Then:

Paige: hmmmmmm depends

Paige: how good are u at it ???

Azzi: guess u will have to find out ;)

Azzi stared at the screen, heart racing. She hadn’t even meant to say that—it just came out. But she didn’t want to take it back either. Paige’s response came a moment later.

Paige: damn ok smooth az 😮‍💨

Paige: i see u

Paige: ngl that kinda caught me off guard BAHSHHASHAHSHA

Paige: but like in a good way obv

Azzi smiled, nervous but warm. She adjusted her hoodie sleeves and sat up straighter.

Azzi: soooooooo

Azzi: i was actually gonna ask

Azzi: would u be cool if we did our session at my dorm instead of the library tdy ?

Paige: yea fs

Paige: honestly the library lighting gives me a headache

Azzi: same

Azzi: also if u r not doing anything right now u could come early

Azzi: we dont have to study right away… js hang out for a bit ?

Paige: wait fr ?

Azzi: yea

Azzi: unless u r busy being bored somewhere else

Paige: im at kk and ice’s dorm and they deadass just fell asleep mid movie

Paige: ive been laying here staring at the ceiling like a dumbass waiting for someone to save me

Azzi: welp ure in luck

Azzi: im starting to get impatient 🙄

Paige: omw now

Paige: dont do anything interesting without me

Azzi: got it

Azzi: saving all the excitement for the person arriving in aprox 10 mins

Paige: u better not be too boring by then

Paige: im sacrificing a potential prime nap time here

Azzi: no pressure or anything

Paige: ok maybe a lil pressure

Paige: but dw u will survive

Azzi covered her face with one hand, trying not to bounce her legs like a kid. She failed.

Azzi: im leaving mu door unlocked so hurry up

Azzi: or i will have to start entertaining myself again

Paige: okok 

Paige: see u soon 

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There was a soft knock, followed by the familiar creak of the door easing open.

Azzi looked up just in time to see Paige poke her head in, hair slightly tousled, jacket hanging halfway off one shoulder, eyes crinkled in amusement. “Permission to enter this fine establishment ?”

Azzi raised a brow, deadpan. “You’re already inside.”

Paige stepped all the way in, letting the door close behind her. “Just trying to be polite, sheesh.”

Azzi smiled, standing up from the bed. “Well, now that you’re here…”

Before Paige could respond, she caught a glimpse of the board in front of Azzi’s desk and her feet paused mid-step.

The polaroids from last night.

Azzi hadn’t scattered them randomly. They were pinned with care, just above where her textbooks sat.

Paige’s lips tugged into a smile. She looked down, cheeks warming. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t have to.

Azzi had already crossed to her mini freezer, pulled something out, and tossed it lightly in Paige’s direction. “Catch.”

Paige fumbled, nearly dropping it. When she looked down at what she was holding, her eyes lit up.

“Bro, is this—” she gasped, clutching the bag like it was a rare artifact. “You got tru fru again ?”

Azzi grinned. “I had a feeling you’d need a bribe.”

“I’d die for you,” Paige said. She immediately launched herself into a dramatic hug, arms tight around Azzi. “Like actually. You don’t understand. This saved my whole day.”

Azzi stumbled slightly, laughing as she hugged her back and tried not to get crushed. “It’s literally just frozen fruit. Relax.”

“No,” Paige said firmly, still swaying them side to side. “It’s love. It’s loyalty. It’s treasure.”

Azzi snorted. “You are so dramatic.”

“Correct,” Paige said, totally unashamed, letting go of Azzi before flopping onto the edge of her bed like she owned it. She popped a piece of tru fru in her mouth and raised an eyebrow. “Wanna chill here ? We could start the ‘session’ anytime,” she added with air quotes and a mischievous grin.

Azzi rolled her eyes and gave her a light slap on the arm, laughing. “Keep it classy, Paige.”

Paige just smirked. “Never been classy a day in my life.”

She leaned back, completely at home, and Azzi sat down beside her, their shoulders brushing. After a beat, Paige casually draped an arm around Azzi’s shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. Azzi blinked, surprised for half a second then quietly leaned her head against Paige’s shoulder.

The moment settled between them, soft and unspoken. Paige tilted her head slightly, letting her cheek rest on top of Azzi’s head. Azzi pulled out her phone and opened tiktok without a word, scrolling slowly.

They stayed like that, tucked into each other with Paige putting pieces of tru fru in her mouth, Azzi pretending not to notice when she laughed too loud at dumv videos. Neither of them said anything about how fast their hearts were racing because they didn’t need to.

Azzi kept scrolling until she stopped on a video that made her laugh under her breath. “Ok, wait. This one’s perfect.”

Paige peeked at the screen, still munching on tru fru. “What is it ?”

“It’s this pronunciation challenge filter thingy,” Azzi said, tilting the phone toward her. On-screen, a couple was taking turns trying to pronounce words, failing miserably. “I wanna see you do it.”

Paige squinted. “You just wanna laugh at me aye”

“Yes,” Azzi said shamelessly. “absolutely.”

Paige rolled her eyes but grinned. “Fine. If I perish, scatter the flashcards around me like rose petals.”

Azzi leaned the phone back toward her and hit record.

anthropomorphism

Paige blinked. “Anthra—anthro—morphi—shit—”

Azzi was already giggling.

“Anthro…pomoroph…ism. Ism ? Fuck. Anthro-pomo-riff—this is not a word.”

Azzi wheezed. “That’s not even close.”

“Ok, your turn nerd. Let’s see it.”

Azzi smirked and cleared her throat. “Anthropomorphism.”

Paige’s jaw dropped. “Bruh, ok first of all, what the actual hell.”

“I’m sorry,” Azzi said through a smug smile. “I study, remember?”

Paige narrowed her eyes. “You’re too annoying to be smart. That should be illegal.”

Azzi just laughed as the next word appeared.

otorhinolaryngologist

Paige squinted. “What the actual fuck ? Otto-rhino—larry—goat ?”

Azzi completely lost it, falling sideways into Paige’s chest with laughter. “Larry goat ?!”

“Tell me that’s not what it says !” Paige protested. “Otto-rhino-lary-go—NOPE. Nope. I’m out. This is fake.”

Azzi pulled herself upright, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “Otorhinolaryngologist,” she said effortlessly.

“I hate you,” Paige muttered, taking another tru fru like she deserved it.

Azzi rested her head back on Paige’s shoulder, still chuckling. “You’re trying your best.”

“My best peaked in high school,” Paige said solemnly. “Now I survive on muscle memory and personality alone.”

synecdoche

Paige read it aloud. “Sin-uh…sid-nuh…sick-nuh…nah. No.”

Azzi started shaking from laughing so hard.

“Cyn-eh…dookie ?” Paige tried.

Azzi doubled over. “I’m never recovering from that. Cyn-e-dookie ?!”

Paige groaned. “Ok, what the hell is that word even for ? Who says that ?”

Azzi leaned heavier against her, calming down enough to say, “It’s pronounced synecdoche.”

“Bruh, that’s not how it’s spelled.”

“English is chaos,” Azzi laughed as the next word popped up from behind.

floccinaucinihilipilification

Paige stared at the screen. “You’re fucking with me.”

Azzi burst out laughing before Paige even tried.

“Flock-sin-nock-silly-nilly…fuckification,” Paige said, dead serious.

Azzi let out a laugh. “That was so wrong.”

Paige collapsed back onto the bed. “You know what, I’m done. I quit life.”

Azzi wiped her eyes. “You sounded like you were casting a spell.”

“I was,” Paige said. “Trying to summon dignity. It didn’t work.”

They were still tucked into each other, laughter slowly giving way to grins and lingering looks. Azzi was glowing, cheeks pink from laughing, eyes bright. Paige watched her quietly for a second, then leaned her cheek more firmly against the top of Azzi’s head.

“I can’t pronounce a single word on earth,” she murmured. “But at least I make you laugh.”

Azzi smiled without looking up. “Yea. That’s my favorite part.”

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Their laughter eventually faded into soft giggles and breathless sighs, the kind that left their cheeks aching in the best way. 

There was a moment where they didn’t speak. Just shared air and that subtle electricity that always seemed to crackle in the quiet between them. Paige shifted onto her side with a sigh, cheek resting against the soft blanket. Her fingers brushed Azzi’s knee without really thinking.

“Hey,” she mumbled.

Azzi glanced down, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Yea ?”

“You ever think about… like, what kind of person you’d actually want to end up with ?” Paige asked, voice casual in that forced kind of way.

Azzi blinked, caught off guard. “Hmmmmm” She stretched out her legs and shifted slightly, pressing the side of her phone to turn off. “Yea. Sometimes.”

Her eyes flicked up to Azzi’s. “What kind of person is that ?”

Azzi didn’t answer right away. She looked thoughtful, lips pursed slightly, gaze drifting up toward the ceiling.

“I guess…” She drew in a soft breath. “Someone who’s honest. Not just, like, truth-telling honest. But the kind of honest where they know who they are. Or at least want to. Someone who’s real, even when it’s messy.”

Paige was quiet, eyes soft as she watched her.

Azzi smiled faintly, a little embarrassed. “I don’t really care if they’re loud or quiet or funny or shy. Just… someone who shows up. Who stays even when things aren’t perfect.”

“That’s pre rare,” Paige said, her voice quieter now.

“Yea,” Azzi agreed. “But I think that’s kind of the point.”

Paige shifted again, carefully until her head was resting on Azzi’s thigh. She didn’t say anything about it, and Azzi didn’t either. She just adjusted a little, curling her fingers absently into Paige’s hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“What about you ?” Azzi asked eventually, her voice low, almost hesitant. “What kind of person do you look for ?”

Paige closed her eyes for a beat, not because she was tired but because the question felt heavier when it came from Azzi.

“I used to think I had a type,” she said. “Like… people who were cool, confident, maybe a little bold. People who didn’t hesitate.”

Azzi hummed, fingers threading gently through blonde strands.

“But now I think I just want someone who makes me feel safe. Like I can be the loudest version of myself or the quietest, and they’d still get me. Someone I can be stupid around without feeling stupid. Someone who doesn’t look at me like I’m always supposed to be this… thing.”

Azzi’s hand slowed for a second, but she didn’t stop.

Paige gave a small shrug against her leg. “I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“It does,” Azzi said softly. “A lot.”

There was another pause.

Paige’s voice turned playful again, trying to lighten the mood. “Ok, well. What are your red flags ? Gimme the deets.”

Azzi laughed under her breath. “Alright. Ummmmmm… people who lie just to avoid hard stuff. Or people who pretend to care but actually just want something from you. That thing where someone’s really charming but mean to strangers? That’s a no.”

Azzi glanced down at her. “What about you ?”

“People who want me for what I do, not who I am,” Paige said immediately. “Or people who make me feel like I have to tone it down just to be liked. Like I have to shrink.”

Azzi nodded, her touch soft. “Yea.”

“And people who act like love means ownership,” Paige said after a moment, her voice quieter. “Like you stop being your own person just because someone’s with you. I can’t stand that.”

Azzi’s fingers slowed again, brushing more gently through Paige’s hair. “Yea… like love should never make you feel caged.”

Paige gave a small nod, eyes still on the ceiling. “Exactly. I wanna feel chosen. Not claimed.”

Azzi was quiet for a beat, her fingertips still moving, a little more careful now. “Chosen,” she echoed softly. “That’s a good word for it.”

Another beat passed. Paige let out a long sigh, sinking a little deeper into the softness beneath her. “Ok, green flags. Go.”

Azzi smiled. “Patience. I think that’s underrated. People who actually listen. People who aren’t trying to win the conversation, just be in it. You ?”

Paige smiled to herself, eyes still closed. “People who laugh with you, not at you.”

Azzi hummed in agreement. “People who make you feel lighter just by being there.”

Paige reached up to nudge Azzi’s wrist gently with her fingers. “You’re good at this.”

Azzi smiled down at her. “So are you.”

A comfortable silence followed, stretching long and unbothered.

After a while, Azzi asked quietly, “You ever… fall for someone you never thought you would ?”

Paige’s heart skipped. She opened her eyes slowly, gaze fixed on the far wall.

“Like… someone who wasn’t on the radar at all,” Azzi added, playing it off like a passing curiosity. “But they just… I guess sneak in.”

Paige swallowed.

“Yea,” she said, voice steady even if the rest of her wasn’t. “Yea, I think that happens more than people admit.”

Azzi nodded, not saying anything else. Her fingers traced through Paige’s hair, gentle and rhythmic, like she was soothing herself just as much as she was Paige.

Eventually, the quiet settled into something warm, and Paige gave a small, reluctant sigh.

“We should probably start the sesh,” she mumbled, though she made no move to get up.

Azzi chuckled. “Yea… probably.”

Another beat passed before Paige finally sat up, slow and a little stiff from lying there so long. She rubbed at her eyes, then glanced over at Azzi with a crooked smile.

“Ok. Desk time. Let’s go.”

Azzi stretched her arms overhead, then slid off the bed, already heading toward her desk. 

Paige grabbed her notebook and laptop from her bag and followed, dragging her chair over so it was close beside Azzi’s. They both settled in, side by side, shoulders almost brushing.

They opened their laptops, flipped through notes, and began to work—quiet, focused, and still somehow wrapped up in the feeling of before.

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Hours later, the glow of Azzi’s desk lamp cast shadows across their notes, now messy with scribbles and highlighter smudges. 

Azzi leaned back in her chair, stretching until her spine cracked with a satisfying pop. “Alright, that’s probably enough brainwork for the day,” she said, closing her laptop with a soft thud. “You’ve officially survived another session.”

Paige groaned, letting her head fall dramatically onto her notebook. “Barely. I deserve a trophy or something.”

Azzi laughed, nudging Paige’s arm. “Hey… you hungry ?”

Paige blinked up at her. “Starving.”

Azzi stood and padded over to her phone. “Wanna stay for dinner? I was just gonna order pizza and, like… hot chips or something.”

Paige sat up straighter, grinning. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

Azzi opened the food app, but before she could tap anything, Paige slid over and gently nudged her arm. “Wait—my treat. You’ve been tutoring me for hours.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “Paige—”

“Nope,” Paige said firmly, already pulling out her phone. “Let me do it.”

Azzi gave her a soft look, then relented with a quiet smile. “Alright. If you insist.”

“Already done,” Paige said, grinning as she hit the order button on her phone as she wandered toward the kitchen counter, still smiling to herself. She heard Azzi step in beside her, casually pulling open a cabinet.

“So,” Azzi said, with a mischievous look in her eye, “wanna bake cookies while we wait ?”

Paige’s head snapped toward her. “Seriously ?”

Azzi grinned. “Seriously. I’ve got chocolate chips and everything.”

Paige clapped once. “God, yes. This is like, elite night-in behaviour.”

What followed was pure, unfiltered chaos.

Flour dusted the counter and somehow Paige’s shirt, chocolate chips ended up in their mouths more than the bowl, and they kept bumping into each other in the cramped kitchen. Paige tried to crack an egg one-handed and got the shell everywhere. Azzi nearly dropped the hand mixer. They dissolved into laughter more than once, leaning into each other like it was second nature.

At one point, Azzi ducked back into her room and returned holding her polaroid camera. She set it on the counter beside the mixing bowl. “In case you wanna capture the mess,” she said with a shrug, a little smile curling at her lips. “Go for it.”

Paige didn’t need more encouragement.

She started snapping shots—Azzi mid-sentence with flour on her cheek, another one of her reaching for a spoon with a concentrated frown. Azzi retaliated by taking one of Paige making a face while licking batter off her finger.

“Hold still,” Azzi said through a laugh, snapping a shot of Paige trying to balance a chocolate chip on her nose.

They posed and giggled and got nothing done efficiently, but it was perfect.

Eventually, the tray of cookie dough went into the oven. Azzi set a timer and wiped her hands on a dish towel.

Right then, the door buzzed.

They set up plates and pulled open the greasy box, grabbing slices and munching between easy conversation and checking on the cookies every few minutes. 

Once the timer went off, they ran to the oven.

Azzi carefully pulled out the tray, a wave of warm, sugary smell filling the kitchen.

Paige raised Azzi's camera. “Don’t move.”

Azzi looked up, surprised, just as Paige snapped a photo—Azzi smiling softly, tray in her hands, dimples deep and eyes glowing in the oven light.

“I’m keeping this one,” Paige said, holding up the developing photo with a grin.

Azzi blushed instantly, eyes flicking away. “You’re such a sap.”

“And yet,” Paige said, “you love it.”

Azzi rolled her eyes fondly and handed off the tray. “Alright, my turn. Get over there.”

Paige posed the same way, holding the warm tray, hair slightly messy, her smile big.

Azzi took the photo and looked at it as it developed. “I’m keeping this one.”

Paige tilted her head. “Yea ?”

Azzi smiled, just a little. “Yea.”

They stood there for a second, quiet and warm in the soft light.

Then Azzi held up the camera again. “Okok. One together.”

Paige’s face lit up. She grabbed 2 cookies from the tray and popped 1 halfway into her mouth. Before Azzi could react, Paige leaned in and held the other cookie up to Azzi’s mouth like she was feeding her.

Azzi blinked, surprised, then grinned and took a bite as she pressed the button.

Click.

The flash went off, catching both of them laughing closely with the cookies in their mouth.

They looked at each other after, still smiling.

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The hours slipped by unnoticed.

Now the sky outside was dark. Inside, the kitchen was quiet again, save for the soft clink of plates being set aside and the occasional crunch of a chip being stolen from the half-empty box between them.

Azzi and Paige had migrated to the couch—Azzi first, flopping sideways with a sigh, and Paige soon after, carrying the wire rack of cookies like treasure and dropping beside her.

The pizza box sat open on the table, 2 untouched slices left, the rest devoured. The cookies were cooling now, golden and cracked just right on top, their smell still warm in the air. The camera sat beside them, a handful of photos scattered like little frozen memories. Paige glanced at them occasionally, unable to stop smiling.

Azzi’s feet were tucked under her, a throw blanket crumpled around her hips. Paige had taken one of the couch cushions hostage, hugging it to her chest, shoulder nearly brushing Azzi’s. The soft lamplight behind them painted everything gold and slow and safe.

For a while, neither of them spoke. Just sat there, full and relaxed, letting the quiet settle around them like a shared breath.

Then Azzi broke it, her voice soft. “This was fun.”

Paige looked over. “Yea. Like… surprisingly fun. You know, for a tutoring session turned flour explosion.”

Azzi smiled to herself, staring at the wire rack. “I don’t usually do stuff like this with people.”

That made Paige pause. “Like baking ?”

“Like… all of it,” Azzi said, a little quieter. “Letting someone in. Being goofy. Relaxing. I don’t know. I just… don’t usually feel like I can.”

Paige let her head fall back against the couch. “Yea. I get that.”

She didn’t elaborate right away. She didn’t need to. Azzi turned slightly toward her, knees drawing up a little.

“I guess,” Paige continued, after a second, “people always expect me to be a certain way. Like I’m supposed to always have it together. Be chill. Be… unbothered, or whatever. Even when I’m completely the opposite.” She huffed a breath. “It’s exhausting.”

Azzi nodded slowly. “I know what that’s like. Except for me, it’s not about being chill. It’s more like… people see me as the ‘smart girl’ or whatever. The student-tutor. The reliable one. Always thinking. Always calm. And I am, most of the time. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get overwhelmed. Or lonely.”

That word—lonely—hung in the air between them.

Paige blinked at it, quiet.

“…Me too,” she admitted.

Azzi didn’t look surprised. Just sad in a quiet, understanding way. She shifted, angling her body more toward Paige, their knees almost touching now.

“I think that’s why I like being around you,” Azzi said after a moment. “It doesn’t feel like I have to be anything. I can just… exist.”

Paige turned her head, eyes meeting hers. “Yea,” she said, voice soft. “Same. With you, I don’t feel like I have to perform. Or make everything a joke. You make me feel—” She cut off, pressing her lips together, trying to get the next part right. “You make me feel like I’m enough. Even when I’m kind of a mess.”

Azzi’s face softened, her expression unreadable for a second. “You are enough, Paige.”

The words landed somewhere deep.

Paige exhaled slowly. Her hand, resting on the couch cushion between them, was close to Azzi’s. Their pinkies were a breath apart. Paige glanced down.

And then, without really thinking she let her pinky shift.

It brushed against Azzi’s. Barely.

Azzi stilled.

Neither of them moved. Just that single point of contact, impossibly light. Almost shy.

Then Paige curled her pinky around Azzi’s. Gently. A hook. A question.

Azzi didn’t pull away.

Instead, she let her pinky curl back, a subtle mirror. A yes.

They didn’t look at each other right away. It was like they both knew if they did, something might tip over. Something that neither of them was ready to name.

Instead, Paige stared at their hands. Their pinkies, linked like a secret.

“You know,” she said quietly, “I think you might be my favorite person.”

Azzi looked at her then. Not with surprise. With something warmer. Deeper. A soft exhale. “You’re mine too,” she said, no hesitation.

And that was it.

Just quiet.

Paige let out a quiet breath, her gaze still lingering on their linked pinkies before she shifted it to Azzi’s face. “You know, I really like the way you explain things. Like… with the basketball terms. It makes all the… complicated stuff feel way less scary.”

Azzi’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I figured if I couldn’t make it fun, you’d never survive.”

Paige laughed softly, eyes bright. “No, seriously. You break it down like it’s a game plan—step by step, play by play. Makes it easier for me to follow.”

“That’s the whole point,” Azzi said, her voice warm and steady.

Paige glanced at the clock on the wall and blinked. “Wow. It’s late. I should probably head out in, like, ten mins.” She sat up a little straighter but didn’t pull away; their pinkies were still hooked, small but significant.

Azzi’s eyes flicked to the clock, then back to Paige with a soft, knowing look. “Ten minutes, huh ?”

“Yea,” Paige said with a small smile. “Just enough time to get comfortable before I go.”

Without breaking eye contact, Paige let her hand slide slowly from the couch cushion up to Azzi’s back, fingers brushing lightly beneath the blanket. Azzi’s breath caught softly, and she shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Paige’s waist.

The linked pinkies parted as Paige’s hand traced gentle circles on Azzi’s back. Their bodies pressed closer together, and Paige leaned her cheek against Azzi’s temple, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric.

Azzi’s ears picked up the quickening rhythm of Paige’s heartbeat, thumping steadily against her side.

A small smile played on Azzi’s lips, quiet and unspoken.

Paige felt the subtle curve of Azzi’s smile against her and it made her chest tighten.

Her mind flickered with hesitation, the voice of reason pushing to pull away. But instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, then tilted her head just slightly and pressed a lingering, tender kiss to Azzi’s temple.

Azzi didn’t say anything but just held her a little tighter.

And Paige could feel the soft warmth of her smile, a quiet reassurance in the stillness of the night.

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The ten minutes passed too quickly.

Paige didn’t move at first. She stayed curled into Azzi’s side, fingers still tracing gentle paths beneath the blanket. But the clock ticked forward and eventually she sighed, a low, reluctant sound that stirred the silence.

“I should go,” she murmued, though her body made no effort to follow through.

Azzi gave the smallest nod, her arm still looped around Paige’s waist, thumb brushing there absentmindedly. “Yea,” she said quietly. “Ok.”

They both moved slowly, like the moment might disappear if they rushed it. Paige sat up first, her body reluctant to leave the warmth they’d built. Azzi followed, blanket sliding down her lap. Paige reached over the table and picked up 2 polaroids she’d taken earlier—1 of Azzi holding the tray of cookies and another of flour streaked across Azzi's cheek.

Paige stared at them for a beat, her lips twitching into a quiet smile. 

Azzi leaned in to glance at them, her shoulder brushing Paige’s. “I look ridiculous.”

“You look perfect,” Paige said before she could stop herself, then added quickly, “In, like… a photogenic kind of way.”

Azzi’s smile turned shy but pleased, and she ducked her head a little.

They walked to the door together, neither speaking. The hallway light was dimmer, the air cooler, but neither of them noticed much. At the door, Paige turned to face Azzi again, her bag slung over her shoulder, the polaroids tucked safely inside.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said. “I know it was supposed to be mainly tutoring, but… it turned into something better.”

Azzi didn’t respond with words. She just stepped in and wrapped her arms around Paige, slow and certain.

Paige inhaled softly at the contact, then melted into it, arms slipping around Azzi’s waist. 1 hand settled flat on her back, the other rising instinctively to curl around her side. Azzi’s face tucked into the crook of Paige’s neck, and they stood there like that, holding each other, the hug stretching long and full of things neither of them quite knew how to say.

Paige’s fingers brushed gently along Azzi’s spine, slow and reverent. Her cheek pressed against Azzi’s hair. Azzi’s hands found the back of Paige’s neck, fingertips warm and grounding.

And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, Paige dipped her head and kissed Azzi’s temple again.

No hesitation this time. Just a soft, lingering press of lips to skin—familiar now, like a promise.

Azzi’s hands tightened slightly in response, her breath catching just enough to be felt, not heard.

When they finally pulled back, it was slow. Careful. Like neither of them really wanted to.

“Goodnight Az” Paige said, a little breathless, eyes lingering on Azzi’s.

“Goodnight P” Azzi replied, her voice just as quiet.

They were both blushing—neither bothering to hide it. Just standing there, in the soft hush of the hallway, hearts full, cheeks warm, something new and real unfolding between them.

Paige gave one last small smile as she walked out into the hallway.

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[ignoringmyexams]

jason is in the kitchen after patrol the night before halloween, wondering if he should get some takeaway, when his phone rings.

"who the hell calls this late at night? its 4am.."

its your name. he picks up at once.

"hey, you awake? can i come over?" , by the tone in your voice, it seems like you wont take no for an answer.

"it doesnt matter" you continue, "im already standing outside of your door"

this is the only safehouses you know about, and jason has been careful to make you think that he lives there all the time. usually he wouldnt risk you seeing his red hood gear, but at 4am, he thought it was safe to head here, as it was his nearest and largest apartment. he really didnt want to run 10 minutes through the cold and rainy october night to get to the next safehouse, and so now he finds himself rushing to hide his gear someplace you wont find it.

"uh, sure, just wait and ill let you in" he manages to stammer out, feeling nervous not only because he didnt want you to find out his secret identity. he never thought he would end up in this situation that night he met you at that dive bar on the outskirts of crime alley. you were so obviously out of place there, hanging out with your friends, anybody could see that you were students from gotham university, on the hunt for a cheap beer. he and roy had quickly stepped in under the guise of being friendly drunks, to protect you from the leer of some of gothams underbelly.

since then, youd kept coming to the dive bar, and jason kept coming to look out for you. after a while he just accepted that youd managed to work your way into his life, and now hed drive halfway across the city to meet you for lunch after your lectures. at some point, he noticed that his gaze seemed to linger longer that it had used to, and by now he had realized that he was mad about you. something he hoped you still were oblivious to.

"i promise you, you wont regret it. ive brought takeaway!" you chirped back at him.

jason lets you in, and hungrily takes the bag from you. by now youve learned that dumplings are a quick way to get him to do your bidding.

"shouldnt you be sleeping right now? i remember you saying that you have an early lecture tomorrow, or, today i guess." jason asked you. in fact he knew you had an early lecture, because he had your schedule memorized by now, to be able to suprise you with lunch. at this point his brain blocked out other dates and appointments to be able to remember more about you, someting that got him in trouble with bruce every time he forgot training sessions, or family meetings.

you were sat on the sofa, taking up as much space as you possibly could, something you did every time you came over. jason watched as your face turned deadly serious.

"jason, what im about to tell you cant leave this room. you have to promise me."

"of course" he reassured, worried now, "you can tell me everything",

"you sure?" you shot back, "i dont want this to change our relationship, or the way you view me, ok? im still the same person ive always been."

now he was really worried.

"im batman." you said with a completely straight face. "vengeance never sleeps, and so neither can i."

he looked at you with the most deadpan expression he could manage at that point. you held out in silence for what seemed an impressive amount of time before you cracked.

"its true" you wheezed out, "my friends want me to be batman at the halloween party tomorrow, but the costume hasnt arrived yet. and so ive got to use last years costume instead."

the infamous costume of halloween last year. the one jason never got to see you in, as he didnt know you at the time. he hasnt even seen a picture, but the thought that you own it is enough to drive him crazy.

"and so i wondered", you continued, "if i, pretty pleeeasee, could borrow your leather jacket, you know, the one that maches red hoods perfectly?"

now usually, jason would have said no. no one touches that jacket. but its you. and jason was also invited to said halloween party. and if youre going to make him socialize, he might as well have something to look at while doing it. and so he throws the jacket at you.

"try it on", and you do.

although jason is taller and broader than you, you still have some muscle on you, that fills out the arms and shoulders of the jacket in a way that makes it look just oversized instead of akward.

jason almost wants you to keep it. the smile he receives when he lets you borrow it is all he can think of the rest of that night, as he eats the dumplings you left for him.

[the-flaneur]

the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt3

pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]

summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment

warnings: none (i think)

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lewishamilton Excited to be back home for New Year's. Here's to an amazing 2024!

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user1 LOOKING GOOD SIRRRRRR 😩😩😩

user2 i usually hate manspreading, but the way this man does it is sooooooo sexy user3 literalllyyyyy it's the see through shirt that does it for me though user4 can't wait to see him without his braids, they're the only thing that get me through the winter break 😭😭😭

user5 UGH HOW DOES MONACO HAVE SUCH GOOD WEATHER IN LIKE THE MIDDLE OF WINTER, BRO'S IN A SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT

fencer can't wait to see you brother 💪

user6 yooooo birthday bash hints??? user7 i mean his birthday is pretty soon....maybe we'll see another bro pic hahahaha

user8 happy new years eve from london ❤️

charles_leclerc when are you going to finally invite me out on a yacht trip ☹️

user9 LOL CHARLES ARENT U LITERALLY MONEGASQUE AND RICH - GET UR OWN YACHT 🤣🤣🤣 user10 bro just wants to hang out with the goat

user11 ya'll anyone else catch on y/n's absent comment??? girlie is usually on top with responding to her brother's posts...

user12 yk she doesn't always have to respond right, like she could just be with lewis, or you know...being her own person user13 lmfaooo so real @/user12 user14 but like she's not even given it a like? i wonder where she is... LIKED BY lewishamilton

user15 hopefully mercedes have their car back on track this year, we NEED to see this man win a race 🙌🙌🙌

user16 CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT INSTA POST!!! BIRTHDAY TIMEEEEEE

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f1gossipofficial well well well it looks like an old romance may have been rekindled just before new years!

y/n hamilton and nico rosberg have been seen arguing in y/n's ferrari daytona sp3 in monaco, before engaging in a heated makeout session. are we going to see our first new (honorary) wag of 2024?

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user20 OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user20 WE ARE SO BACK GUYS

user21 HOLY SHIT MOTHER AND FATHER ARE BACK TOGETHER TRULY MY ROMAN EMPIRE

user22 someone gotta call the ambulance for lewis, he's about to get the biggest heart attack of his life

user23 cant believe their relationship has literally been strangers -> friends -> secret lovers -> enemies -> friends? -> lovers????

user24 that's why they're ICONS 💪💪💪 user25 istg if they go back to being enemies after all this crapshow they've put us through... user26 i think max would rather just shove them in a hotlap with him around spa and then lock them together in a room then face them being enemies again

user27 YA'LL ARE MISSING THE POINT AGAIN, THEY'VE PROBABLY BEEN TOGETHER SINCE BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

user28 RIGHTTTT 🤨 like are people seriously think they havent contacted each other before this lol user29 nah i think this is legit their first interaction in like eight years - welp didn't take them that long to get BACK together

user30 do you guys need a third??? asking for a friend

user31 bros are not subtle at all 😭 making out in such a recognisable car and city where everyone knows who tf they are 😭😭😭

user32 i forgot how good they look together 😍

user33 watch their kids be pretty as f too

user34 well looks like both hamiltons like rosberg, wonder if thats definitely not at all caused any arguments 😒

user35 well you defs werent around for the great hamilton twitter discourse of 2014... user36 oh yeah forgot about that user37 🤨 someone wanna tell me what that is?

user38 CANT WAIT FOR THEM TO ACTUALLY FINALLY POST EACH OTHER AFTER EIGHT YEARS

user39 i missed the anniversary posts so bad 😍 user40 their cute little dates healed something in me

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‘MV SHOOT’

MDNI 18+

SUMMARY | wonwoo and mingyu invite you over for a 'mv shooting’.

PAIRING | idol!mingyu x fem!reader x idol!wonwoo

CONTENT | threesome, unprotected sex (be safe), dumbification, slight choking, degrading, sub! reader, nipple play, overstimulation

WORDS | 693

A/N | sleepy write before bed. was watching nana tour while doing this lol.

it was quite a surprise when your friends mingyu and wonwoo invited you to their apartment for a 'business project'. saying that they had a song recorded and wanted you to appear in their mv.

they had never mentioned their own song coming out so you naively agreed and hurried to their apartment.

the moment you walked in the door, they both stood next to each other with a matching set outfit folded in mingyu's hands. it took them hoursss to find an outfit that suit both of their tastes. knowing that you'd wear it no matter how skimpy you thought it was just for them made this moment so much more exciting. you, unaware of their intentions, happily took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

wonwoo and mingyu waited in the kitchen; one sitting on the stool near the island and the other leaning against the counter. whilst you're trying to be pretty for them, they start to imagine how good you'll look. the dirty thoughts making their muscles tense and veins visibly shown.

the door opens; mingyu almost falls off the chair and wonwoo's legs tremble a bit as he straightens up from the counter. your is hair perfectly sitting on the tiny shirt that is barely hiding any cleavage, the tight high waisted skirt compliments your curves, and the stockings that only go up to your mid-thigh is all so breathtaking. it was perfect. and it was just for them.

you let out a tiny cough of shyness. 'isn't it a bit revealing? won't i get hate comments?' the innocent question makes them put on a smirk. oh, you're about to get the farthest thing away from hate.

‘aw my gorgeous girl,’ mingyu walks closer to you.

'we won't let anyone tell you a single thing, isn't that right woo?' wonwoo nods, his eyes looking up and down your body.

'why don't you head upstairs where we set up the cameras hm?' wonwoo snakes his hands around your waist, pushing you towards the stairs calmly.

'upstairs.?' mingyu looks down at you while you stayed standing at the bottom of stairs confused.

'just follow him, pretty.’ wonwoo pats your head softly. you scurry up the stairs and wonwoo sighs at your skirt revealing hints of your ass after each step you take.

it all happened so fast.

now being on all fours, being pounded behind by mingyu. whilst wonwoo uses your mouth roughly, groaning while your moans vibrate around his cock.

"aren't you a stupid slut hm? really thought we'd let everyone see what's ours?" mingyu brings his thumb to your overly sensitive clit, causing you to jolt closer towards wonwoo.

"is that what you wanted? show our fans your pretty little body?" you shook your head in vigour, your body already shaking from the overstimulation.

"look at her, mingyu. too dumbfucked to even comprehend words." wonwoo grabbed onto your throat, making you stare directly into his fox-like eyes. eyes completely darkened as he took in the sounds of your moans and the fucked out state you were currently in.

"please! t-too.. much..!" the overbearing pleasure is too much that you feel like you're going to break soon.

"t-t-too much" mingyu mocks you, grinning at the way he felt your cunt start to tighten for the third time. wonwoo's hands knead your breasts and pulled at your nipples while mingyu continued to work on your abused pussy, driving you into insensibility of the moment.

"mingyu! ah- wonwoo! please.. c-cant!" The two men only groan at your pleads, steering them more into euphoria. wonwoo pulls you into a messy make out session. you're completely brain fucked, making kissing you even more enjoyable as you can't control your movements.

"you've got it. take it, yea? like we're trained you before." they then switch places so fast, not even a second to breathe from the amount of energy that's being taken from your body.

wonwoo groans as he enters you, making you shiver and moan loudly while holding onto mingyu's biceps. "now let me see the beautiful view i couldn't see before"

there was no chance this was ending soon.