#i don’t wanna look at screens rn>:|

[k-issclub]

blahhh i’m so sleebieeeee

[gregsanders118]

Uncle Grissom and Lindsey with Stevie

I thought of this weeks ago but I didn’t have the motivation to sketch it. Anyway ignore how rushed it looks and I don’t know how to draw tarantulas, use your imagination. I wonder how Catherine would feel about this btw

[prettygirl-gabi]

Maddie Rooney🏀 is unavailable

Pairing: Paige Bueckers xFiancé!Reader

Fandom: WNBA-Dallas Wings

Summary: oh it was a surprise indeed

A/N: just wanna thank @thatonesuschix for being a pawn in my plan

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @cowboybueckers , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @elswhore , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog , @sayurireidotcom , @let-zizi-yap , @latenighttalkinqwp , @fairyblossomsav , @liloandstitchstan , @kaliblazin

I should’ve known Paige was up to something the second she left the house wearing that smug little smirk she gets when she knows she’s keeping secrets.

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” she asked, adjusting the collar of her oversized purple Nike x Supreme tracksuit in the mirror, roots perfectly hidden under her beanie.

I was standing in the kitchen, unpacking dishes from the last moving box while rocking a wrinkled tee and pajama shorts.

“Nah, I’m good. The couch and I are in a long-term relationship today.”

She chuckled and came over, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Alright, just remember I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

I squinted. “Is it something I’ll love?”

She winked. “Hopefully. No promises though.”

Then she walked out in that baggy purple fit and all-white Air Forces like she wasn’t about to change my entire emotional state in less than four hours.

I spent the next couple hours organizing the bathroom cabinet, lighting candles, and scrubbing mystery spots off the kitchen counter.

Boring.

Domestic.

The kind of stuff that should’ve given me peace.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about what this surprise was.

Paige had been teasing it all week and I thought maybe she had a spa day planned, or got us Beyoncé tickets or something.

What I wasn’t expecting was to be betrayed in 4K.

I was sprawled across the couch with a blanket on my lap and a bowl of popcorn beside me when I casually opened Twitter to see NBA Draft updates. I typed Paige’s name into the search bar for fun—just to see if she’d made her appearance yet.

I wish I hadn’t.

The first photo that popped up stopped my whole heart.

There she was, at the Dallas Mavericks Draft Watch Party, posted up at the edge of the court in that same purple Nike x Supreme tracksuit. But the beanie she had one was long gone… and in its place?

A blunt healthy chop.

And fresh platinum blonde roots.

I nearly dropped my phone into the popcorn bowl.

“NOOOO,” I yelled, sitting up like I’d been electrocuted.

I clicked on the photo, zoomed in, and stared at her sleek, straight hair—the same head I’d been kissing just this morning, except now it looked like it belonged in a shampoo commercial.

“This is the surprise?” I muttered to myself. “Oh, she’s sick for this.”

I immediately swiped up and hit FaceTime.

No hesitation.

She had one chance to explain this before I spiraled.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Nothing.

I stared at the screen like it had betrayed me too.

She always picked up.

Even if she was in the middle of something, she’d at least text back a quick “can’t talk rn, will call after.” Or a “kiss my ass.” But now? Radio silence.

I tried again.

Same result.

“Okay,” I muttered, pressing my lips together. “That’s how we’re playing this.”

I went back to Twitter and kept scrolling.

Clip after clip, angle after angle—Paige talking to reporters, Paige laughing with fans, Paige crouched down and talking to some sweet little kid reporter in a Dallas jersey. Paige doing Paige things. That new hair shining like she just walked out of a Dyson Airwrap ad.

And me?

Completely out of the loop.

The longer I watched, the more I paced.

I wasn’t mad that she cut it—I mean, she looked incredible.

Of course she did.

Paige Bueckers could shave her head and still look like she walked off a runway.

But to not tell me?

To keep it secret and then hit a whole red carpet rollout for the public before letting me, her fiancé, see it?

I grabbed my phone again, thumb already holding the audio icon down before I could second guess it.

“So not only did you touch up your roots… you cut your hair, and didn’t think to tell me—your loving girlfriend of six years, fiancé of one, by the way? Come on, P… be so for real. And THEN. And…and Then..you let me find out through Twitter? Of all places? Ohhhh, fuck you, Paige Madison. Fuck. You. Ohhh you are so sleeping on the couch tonight.”

I sent it.

And for a solid ten minutes, the only response I got was her leaving me on read.

Which would’ve been fine.

If she didn’t then post a video of herself lip-syncing my audio message to her Instagram Story, standing center court like she was accepting a Grammy for “Best Betrayal.”

I kid you not.

A video of her in the green room, dramatically lip-syncing to my audio.

She even clutched her chest and gasped when I said her full name.

Fans were already losing it in the comments.

“They’re unhinged I love it.”

“This relationship is peak entertainment.”

“Y/N really said ✨drama✨.”

I threw my phone on the couch and flopped down with a groan.

She thought this was funny.

She thought me discovering her haircut via Twitter was content.

She was lucky I loved her.

I heard the door open and close softly. Paige walked in like she was trying to sneak in past curfew, even though she knew I was still awake.

I didn’t say a word at first.

She peeked into the bedroom, still in the same tracksuit, and smiled sheepishly. “Hey…”

I didn’t even look at her. “Hope Twitter treated you well tonight.”

She sighed. “You’re still mad?”

“You got a whole haircut and didn’t even text me.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Yeah. And I found out through Twitter. That’s not a surprise, that’s a jump scare.”

She walked over slowly and sat on the edge of the bed, her freshly cut bob brushing just above her shoulders. The soft lighting made her look even more unfairly attractive. Rude.

“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said, voice quiet. “I just… wanted to feel fresh. The season’s been crazy. The move. The press. I needed something for me.”

“I would’ve supported that,” I murmured, softer now. “I just wish I’d been part of it.”

Paige reached for my hand. “You always are. Even when I’m bleaching my scalp in a stranger’s salon.”

I snorted. “You look hot. That’s the worst part.”

She grinned. “You think so?”

“Don’t act brand new. You’ve been trending since 7PM.”

She laughed, brushing her fingers up my arm. “So… what if I said I booked us massages tomorrow? And brunch. And maybe… just maybe… there’s a box in the closet with your name on it from Coach?”

I raised a brow. “Are you trying to buy my forgiveness?”

“Absolutely.”

I tried to glare, but the truth was, I’d already melted. Her new hair looked incredible, and she smelled like vanilla and champagne and expensive night outs. I caved.

“Alright. But next time you cut your hair, you better text me a ‘brace yourself’ warning.”

She nodded. “Deal. Can I sleep here tonight? Or is the couch calling me?”

I pulled back the covers. “Only if I get to run my hands through your freshly done hair.”

She laughed and slid in beside me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

As I tangled my fingers in her freshly-cut hair, she whispered, “You’re still gonna use that in arguments, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “Oh, definitely. I’m getting it framed.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

                             -prettygirl-gabi✨️💗

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚐𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which kk unintentionally helps paige shoot her shot

You’re halfway through a solo Fortnite match when your Twitch chat explodes.

"YOOOOO PAIGE BUECKERS WATCHING YOUR STREAM RN" "RELOAD TWITTER GIRL YOU’RE TRENDING" "CHECK TIKTOK CHECK TIKTOK"

You furrow your brow, barely avoiding a snipe as you crank up to high ground.

“Wait, what?” you mutter, glancing over at your second monitor. Notifications are flying in from every direction—mentions on Twitter, TikTok tags, even DMs from mutuals losing their minds.

Paige Bueckers?

The Paige Bueckers?

You land a kill and duck into a bush to pull up your phone. You open TikTok, your thumb flying to the “@“ tab, and there it is—a TikTok live screen recording that’s going viral. It’s from KK Arnold, the UConn basketball guard, who’d been casually doing a TikTok Live Q&A from their apartment. She's lounging on the couch, vibing with the comments when someone asks:

“Where’s Paige?”

She flips the camera around, revealing Paige on the couch in sweats, legs curled up, face inches from her iPad screen with her AirPods in. Concentrating hard.

“There she is,” KK says. “Locked in, bro.”

Someone else in the comments must’ve asked what Paige was doing because KK squints at the camera and then calls out:

“Yo Paige, what are you watching?”

Paige doesn’t even look up.

“Some Fortnite stream.”

KK snickers. “Some Fortnite stream? Or your Fortnite streamer?”

Paige pauses. Looks up. Realizes what KK’s doing. “KK—stop—”

Too late.

“She’s watching that streamer,” KK says with a sly grin. “The one she’s obsessed with. She’s always watching her. Like religiously. Every time she goes live? Boom—Paige is right here, front row.”

Paige tries to grab KK’s phone, laughing nervously and blushing deep red.

“End the live, bro. I swear—”

But it’s already out there.

Your jaw drops. You pause your stream.

“Wait—she’s obsessed with me?”

Your chat goes ballistic.

"BROOOO DM HER RIGHT NOW" "SHOOT YOUR SHOT Y/N" "PAIGE BUECKERS GOT A CRUSH ON YOU OMG"

You hesitate, your heartbeat fluttering like you just got a Victory Royale. You’ve always thought Paige was attractive—hell, who didn’t? But you never imagined she even knew who you were, let alone watched your streams religiously.

Screw it.

You pull up Instagram, type in her name (you were already following her, obviously), and start typing a message:

hey… so I heard you like watching Fortnite streams? 👀

You hover for half a second.

Then hit send.

Paige is back in her room, hoodie pulled over her head like that’ll hide her from the world. She’s been fighting off messages all day—her teammates roasting her, her phone buzzing nonstop. Even Coach Geno had made a joke at practice about her “gaming girlfriend.”

She groans and flops on her bed, still clutching her iPad.

“Why did she have to say that on live,” she mutters, swiping through her notifications. “Couldn’t she just say I was watching Netflix or something?”

Then she freezes.

Because there it is.

@/yourusername hey… so I heard you like watching Fortnite streams? 👀

Her whole body goes still.

“What the—”

She sits up so fast she nearly drops her iPad. Then she jumps out of bed, grabs her phone, and bolts down the hall yelling:

“KK!”

You’ve went back to the game, but your mind is still spinning.

You’ve got thousands of viewers watching as you try to focus on your next match, but then your phone buzzes again.

Paige Bueckers replied to your message.

You almost fall out of your gaming chair.

omg i didn’t mean for that to get out lmaooo but yes. yes i love your streams. you’re cracked and funny and hot and i’m embarrassed now 😅

You giggle softly, trying not to show how flustered you are on stream.

“Okay,” you say to chat, “I might have to end early tonight… I’ve got a DM to answer.”

"SAY LESS." "Y/N LOGGING OFF TO BAG BUECKERS." "WE SHIPPING THIS HARD."

You mute your mic and start typing back.

don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s cute. wanna run duos sometime? maybe grab food after if we win? 

You watch the dots bubble up right away.

And somewhere in Connecticut, Paige is smiling so hard her face hurts.

The next night, your stream is scheduled for 8 p.m. sharp.

But by 7:30, your Twitch chat is already in riot mode.

"IS IT TRUE??? PAIGE BUECKERS DUO STREAM???" "OMG THIS IS ABOUT TO BE ICONIC" "Y/N PLEASE WE NEED CONFIRMATION"

You’re pacing in your room, phone in hand, controller charged, headset on. Heart doing backflips. Because yeah—you and Paige had been texting all day, and yes—she is joining your stream.

Your Discord pings. She’s in the voice call.

You take a deep breath, click your stream intro, and go live.

“Hey guys,” you say, trying to sound cool, calm, collected. “Sooo… we have a special guest tonight. I think you might’ve heard of her.”

You turn on the Discord audio.

“…hey,” Paige’s voice comes through your headphones, low and a little shy.

Your chat loses its collective mind.

“NO WAY!!!!” "PAIGEEE???" "SHE'S HERE OH MY GOD" "ACT NORMAL EVERYONE ACT NORMAL"

You laugh, your nerves melting a little at the sound of her voice.

“You good over there, Bueckers?”

“I mean,” she says, “I’ve hit buzzer beaters in the Final Four, but this is more terrifying.”

You chuckle. “Don’t worry, chat doesn’t bite… much.”

“I’ve seen your chat. That’s a lie.”

The two of you drop into a Duo match, landing at your usual spot—Sweaty Sands. From the start, it’s banter.

“You better not die first,” Paige teases as she loots a chest.

“I carry every duo, I don’t care who they are,” you shoot back, grabbing a shotgun.

“Oh really? We’ll see about that.”

You end up with 5 kills in the first 10 minutes, and Paige goes down once—but you revive her. The moment you do, your Twitch overlay lights up with spammed donations and subscriptions.

"SAVING YOUR GIRL 😭😭" "THE WAY Y/N RISKED IT ALL" "DADDY'S HOME"

You glance at chat and laugh. “They’re calling you my girl, by the way.”

Paige doesn’t answer for a beat. Then, softly:

“…I mean, they’re not wrong.”

Your fingers stutter on your controller.

“…Wait, what?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly. “Focus, enemy west.”

But chat catches it. Oh, they definitely catch it.

"PAIGE 'THEY NOT WRONG' BUECKERS??? EXCUSE ME???" "Y’ALL FLIRTING ON MAIN RN" "IM SWEATING. SCREAMING. CRYING."

You clutch your chest in mock dramatics. “Y’all trying to make me choke on air right now.”

Paige laughs. “Focus up, streamer. We’ve got a crown to win.”

You end the stream two hours later with a couple wins and a viewer count that broke your previous record by a mile.

You thank everyone, say goodnight, and mute your mic—but don’t leave the call.

You and Paige stay in Discord, just the two of you now, no chat, no cameras. Just that soft space where everything feels a little more real.

“That was fun,” she says quietly.

You smile. “Yeah. You’re actually good.”

“Are you surprised?”

“A little. I figured you'd be more of a Minecraft girl.”

She scoffs. “Rude.”

There’s a pause, the kind that stretches a little too long but feels kind of nice.

“…So,” Paige says, “was that food offer real?”

You glance at your phone—her name glowing at the top of your screen.

“Yeah,” you say, voice a little quieter now. “You win a Victory Royale with me, you earn dinner.”

Paige hums. “What if I just want to hang out? Like, even without the game?”

You grin.

“Then we skip the match and get food anyway.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then:

“I’m flying out next weekend.”

Your heart stutters.

“…Seriously?”

She chuckles. “Only if you promise not to crush me at Fortnite again.”

“No promises.”

On Twitter, you’re trending under:

#BueckersAndY/N “Paige Bueckers and the Fortnite streamer girl” “duos 4 life 💘”

But the real moment? It’s when Paige posts on her Instagram Story later that night. A blurry picture of her iPad screen, paused on your stream, with one caption:

“GG, beautiful.”

i actually haven't played fortnite in days cause i been busy with writing all these fics and i am in withdrawal... do y'all play?

[4barbatos]

✦ incoming call

scaramouche x gn!reader

cw: masturbation, cybersex, public setting (reader is in public during the call), light exhibitionism, sub scara, light brat-taming, whimpering, begging, edging idfk im gone

a/n: haiii i’m finally back (^_^;) sorry for disappearing for a bit, i’ve been super busy and also… ngl my mental health is in the trenches rn LMAO 🙏 anywayyy i hope u guys like this lil drabble (??) idk what this is exactly but yeah !! this is based on this gorgeous art + a request from my beloved xia <3 she gives me the brainrot and i make it worse 🤤 also fun fact i wrote this semi-high off antidepressants and antipsychotics so. enjoy 💯

you were laughing. like, genuinely laughing. someone just made a terrible joke and everyone groaned but you — you cracked up, head thrown back, the summer air sticky-sweet against your neck as a popsicle dripped down your wrist.

you were sitting on the picnic mat with your legs crossed, half a daisy crown in your hair courtesy of your friend sitting behind you, and you were about to launch into that story — the one from last week. the one where you nearly got hit by a bike because you were too busy texting your boyfriend back.

and then your phone buzzed.

kuni is calling you. video call.

you frown. he never video calls. you squint at the name, your thumb already moving.

“hold on,” you say, cutting yourself off mid-sentence. “he never video calls. maybe he’s dying or something.” you joke about it — kinda — but there’s a little tug of worry in your gut. you hold your phone up to your face and accept the call without thinking.

and then. and then.

“h-hi—mmn, fuck—hi,” he stammers.

your stomach drops.

the camera is shaky at first — just a flash of pale skin, dark sheets, shadows — and then it focuses.

he’s shirtless. flushed. breathing hard. and oh.

oh.

he’s flushed. really flushed. face pink, hair stuck to his forehead, and his hand — his hand is wrapped around his cock, slow and clumsy, like he can’t keep a rhythm. his lips are parted and wet, and his thighs are twitching. you can tell he’s been edging himself for a while. he looks like he’s about to cry.

your breath catches.

“hurts,” he whines, voice breaking into a whimper. “need you so bad, you weren’t texting me, you were taking too long—”

“i—i needed to see you,” he gasps. “i was thinking about you and i—nngh—i couldn’t stop, i—i didn’t mean to—”

your brain stalls.

“kuni?” you hiss, eyes wide. “what the hell—”

your eyes go wide. you slam your thumb down on the volume button, but your friends have already heard something. someone gasps. someone leans closer.

“was that—kuni??” “was that moaning??” “what the hell are you watching—”

you’re panicking now. your phone clutched to your chest, your heart racing, face burning. fuck. he called you like this? he was just going to touch himself on video with no warning? you tilt the screen down, half horrified — half lightheaded.

because he keeps going.

“please—please—i kept thinking about your voice,” he hiccups, “about your thighs—fuck, i wanna be between them, i’d be so good, i’d be so—so good if you let me—”

he’s whimpering. breath hitching, hips stuttering, like he’s overwhelmed and still not getting enough.

you should hang up. you don’t.

you mute the call. you don’t even realize how tight your grip is on the phone.

“hey,” your friend asks, gently, “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“i—i think i forgot something at home,” you blurt. “like, really important. life or death. medical emergency. sorry—bye—”

you don’t wait for them to respond. you’re already halfway across the park, phone clutched to your chest like a live wire. your thighs are pressed tight. your pulse is everywhere.

you duck behind a tree. unmute. he’s still there.

wide-eyed. flushed. still touching himself.

“i missed you,” he whispers. “i wanted you to see.”

you bite your lip.

“…you’re pathetic.”

he whimpers.

you don’t hang up. you just start walking. fast.

toward home.

[lucy-literates]

DMs and Daydreams

Synopsis: You accidentally tag Malachi in a thirst trap— and he likes it. You joke in your story, he replies. And the rest? Spirals into a secret situationship no one sees coming.

You had grown a bit of a following since starting your thirst trap TikTok account. You had started it 2 years ago and kicked off with a thirst trap of Milo Manheim, raising up to 25k followers. Little did you know that Malachi Barton had been following you for a while. He had watched all your thirst traps, but never liked.

Until you posted your first thirst of him.

And accidentally tagged him.

And didn’t know about it.

Within an hour, the notification popped up.

~ MalachiBarton liked your post

Fear rushed through your body. You never thought anyone you had made an edit about see it.

You clicked on the notification, hoping he had seen a different one. He had not.

You took a screenshot of the like notification and went to your Instagram story, where you post all the same content. You opened up to a new story, included the screenshot and captioned it “Busted!”

You posted the story, not thinking Malachi would be following you across both platforms.

About 15 minutes later, you’ve started rewatching Zombies 4 again (I’ve seen it 9 times) when your phone pings.

You check it to see a message.

From Malachi.

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Malachi: 👀 So you’re the one thirst-trapping half the internet with my face, huh? I gotta admit… The “Busted!” story made me laugh. Also, thanks? I think? Didn’t realize I’d made it to thirst trap status. You: ohmygod I didn’t think you’d actually see that. I didn’t even mean to tag you I SWEAR 😭 Malachi: Sureee you didn’t. 😏 You just accidentally made an edit, posted it, and tagged me. You: Okay maybe I meant to post it but not for you to see it omg I’m gonna hide now Malachi: Too late. I’ve seen it. And honestly? You’ve got great taste. Also… I may or may not have watched a few of your other edits. You’re funny as hell. You: are you—are you flirting with me? Malachi: That depends. Is it working?

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Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Malachi Barton was flirting.

With you!

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You: Maybe. So what if it was? Malachi: I’d ask if you were close enough for us to hangout

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Your heart panged a little, already knowing you weren’t (for my own sake, I’m gonna say reader is living in Australia (cuz I’m Aussie :)))

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You: I don’t think we are. Malachi: How about FaceTime then? You: Absolutely! When? Malachi: How about now? You: Now?! I look like a gremlin rn 😭 Malachi: Gremlin or not, I wanna see you. Besides, I've already seen your thirst trap side, remember? You: YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT 😩 Malachi: Yeah, and yet here I am. Still thinking you're cute.

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Your cheeks flushed so hot, you swore you wore about to combust. Your heart hammered as the screen lit up with an incoming FaceTime request

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Incoming call: Malachi Barton [accept] [decline]

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You hesitate for half a second, before thinking "screw it" and tapping accept.

The screen flickered for a moment before settling on Malachi's face, softly lit, messy curls flopped over his forehead, and a lazy grin spread across his face when he sees you.

"Hey, Gremlin" he grins

"I told you I look like rubbish right now" you sigh.

"Nah" he chuckled "You look like someone I would want to hang out with at midnight. Or... 3pm, I guess, for you?"

"Jeez, the time difference is wild"

"Worth it" he said as he shifted under his blanket, propping himself up on one arm "So... what do girls like you do for fun at this hour?"

"Cry over timezones and try not to flirt back when a cute guy FaceTimes me in bed"

His smile widened with your answer. You knew he caught the implication, and the little twinkle in his eyes said he liked it.

"Try harder" he replied "I'm dangerously close to making this a daily thing"

You flushed, suddenly very aware of how close his face was on the screen. His voice was lower now, softer, like he was letting the moment stretch a bit longer, just to see what you'd do with it.

"Then I guess I'll have to start setting alarms" you tell him

"For FaceTime? Or for when I finally fly over there?"

You blinked, caught off guard "wait, what?"

"I mean what I said" he admits "you're not just a screen to me"

Your stomach flipped so hard your thought your legs might collapse beneath the weight of your feelings.

"You barely know me"

"Yet here I am" he said "FaceTiming you, at 3am, in my bed, because your thirst trap was once of the best things I've ever seen"

"I think I can actually see the size of your ego from here" you joked "I still can't believe you FaceTimed me first"

"Thats why I like you" he confessed "you're weird, in a good way"

There was a short pause, nor awkward, just soft. Safe. You adjusted the camera slightly and saw he had settled further into his bed, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands.

"I could stay on here forever, you know. It feels easy with you."

Your heart skipped.

"It really does."

"And I don’t know what this is…" he started "but I like it."

"Same. A lot more than I should."

"Wanna break every rule and see where it goes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Only if you promise not to ghost me when I inevitably do something embarrassing like snort-laugh in public."

"You snort-laugh?" he teased "That’s it. I’m in love."

"Oh my god, stop" you whined a little

"Make me"

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You and Malachi had spent the past 2 months texting and FaceTiming, talking about anything and everything, getting to know each other inside and out.

It was a random Friday night when another FaceTime came in from him, and you hit accept.

Malachi’s hoodie sleeves were bunched in his fists as he leaned toward the screen, grin half-hidden.

“So… what if you came over this weekend?”

You blinked. “Wait. Like… came over over?”

“Yes. Over over." he said with a laugh "To my place. We hang out, eat too many snacks, watch movies we won’t pay attention to.”

“You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack. I already made a playlist called ‘if she lets me kiss her.’”

“Malachi.?”

“I’m a planner, what can I say?” he said with a smirk.

You tried not to smile too hard but gave up halfway. “What if I’m awkward in person?”

“Then I’ll be awkward too. I’ll wear two different socks in solidarity.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I. Look—if you walk through my door and trip on your shoelace, or say something weird, or even forget your own name—guess what? I’m still gonna think about kissing you.”

You went completely silent for a second. “That was… bold.”

“Only 'cause I mean it.” he said softly

“Okay. I’ll come over.” you said shakily

He lit up like a sunrise. “Really?”

“Yeah. Just… don’t be disappointed when I’m shorter in real life.”

“I’m gonna hug you like I waited my whole life for it. Be ready.” he said with the biggest grin you had ever seen.

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You stood outside his door, heart pounding so hard you could hear it. You raised your hand to knock, then pulled it back.

Then knocked anyway.

A few seconds. Then the door creaked open.

Malachi was standing there in a hoodie and sweatpants, barefoot, curls slightly messy like he’d been pacing.

You both froze.

No screen between you. No camera filter. Just him, and you, and silence stretching like it might burst.

Then

“Hi.” he said softly

You laughed under your breath. “Hi.”

He stepped forward, hesitated, then opened his arms. “Can I?”

You nodded. He wrapped his arms around you so gently, like you were something he wasn’t quite sure was real yet.

But when you melted into him?

That was it.

You both exhaled at the same time.

Malachi: whispering into your hair “You’re even better in real life.”

“So are you.”

And you stayed like that, just holding each other. No rush. No nerves. Just warmth.

And the start of something.

---------------------

It wasn’t supposed to feel this easy.

Curled up on the couch together, your knees tucked under his blanket, his arm slung casually across the back of the couch, there were only a few inches between you, but they buzzed like they were lit up.

The movie played on. Something funny, neither of you were really watching it.

You yawned and shifted slightly, and without thinking, your head bumped his shoulder.

“Oops—sorry—”

“Don’t be.” he said quietly

He turned just enough so that your head could rest properly on his shoulder. You felt his fingers brush against your wrist as he pulled the blanket over the both of you.

God. His warmth. His scent. You could get drunk on it.

“Comfy?”

“Mhm.” you mumbled

A few minutes passed.

He adjusted slightly again, this time his hand lightly brushing your arm, his pinky grazing yours, like he was testing the air between you.

Then he spoke, his voice low, almost nervous. “You know… I’ve been thinking about this moment since that first call.”

Your breath caught. “This?”

“You, here. Next to me. Trying not to fall asleep during a movie you didn’t pick.” Malachi said, smiling to himself.

You laughed softly, your voice hushed. “Well, you picked a really boring one.”

“Hey, I needed an excuse to do this.” he teased

He turned toward you, heart in his throat, and gently touched your chin. Guiding you to look up at him.

His expression shifted, sincere, a little vulnerable, completely captivated.

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t answer with words. Just nodded, barely, and watched the smile tug at his lips right before they met yours.

It was soft. Careful. Almost reverent.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting, not just for today, but for you.

And when he pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his voice came out like a whisper.

“You’re real. "He reveled "This is real.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

You stayed like that, tangled in each other under a blanket, the movie long forgotten. As if the world had shrunk down to the space between your heart and his.

And for the first time in forever, everything felt exactly where it was meant to be.

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[nikifyme]

When love was quieter

— niki x reader angst + soft heartbreak

pairing: niki x non-idol!reader

genre: angst, secret relationship, first love, break up

warnings: emotional manipulation (by the company), crying, long-distance pain

word count: I genuinely dc

⸻

you met riki when he was still just riki.

before the cameras. before the trainees.

before he was “niki from enhypen.”

⸻

he used to ride his bike to your house after school

headphones on, backpack barely zipped

always had gum, always had a dumb joke, always had that look in his eyes like

“you’re the only person who really gets me.”

⸻

you were kids.

you didn’t know what forever meant

but he held your hand like he did.

⸻

you were the first person he told about the audition.

and when he made it into i-land,

you stayed up every night refreshing updates

praying, manifesting, crying when he cried on screen.

⸻

he didn’t change.

not at first.

he still texted you every chance he got

still remembered the inside jokes

still sent you videos of him dancing

“tell me if it looks weird. i trust you more than the coaches.”

⸻

but fame is loud.

and you?

you were soft.

⸻

it started with slower replies.

less calls.

less “i miss you.”

more

“i’m sorry i can’t talk rn.”

“hybe’s watching us.”

“they said we should stop.”

you laughed at first.

“who’s they? we’re not hurting anybody.”

but he wasn’t joking.

⸻

you sat on your bedroom floor

his name lighting up your screen

and his voice cracked when he said it

“they’re saying it’s too risky now. like… dating someone who’s not famous. it’s not a good look.”

you blinked.

“so what are you saying? you wanna break up?”

he didn’t answer right away

just breathed hard

like he couldn’t believe he was even doing this

“i don’t want to. i swear, i don’t. it’s just… i don’t have a choice right now.”

you didn’t cry.

not then.

you just said:

“okay. cool. do what you have to do.”

and hung up.

⸻

he texted.

a lot.

then less.

then not at all.

you tried to stay mad.

you posted cute photos.

ignored enhypen’s songs.

acted like you didn’t care.

you just sat there

in the dark

like

“damn. he meant all that shit.”

⸻

now he’s global.

and you’re just… someone he used to know.

but sometimes

when a fan camera catches him zoning out

or laughing at something no one else heard

you wonder

“is he thinking about me?”

sometimes

you still sleep in the hoodie he left behind.

just to remember what being loved like that felt like.

damn this shit is lowkey sad asf

[miffysighs]

Kei’s phone buzzed as he flopped onto his bed, burying his face in the pillow before flipping over to check his notifications. No texts from Yn. Again.

It had been three days, three painfully long days since he last saw her. She’d gone on a work trip, and despite the constant messaging, Kei felt like he was starving. Starving for her voice. Her face. Her dumb little expressions when she talked too fast and got flustered.

He opened their chat.

Kei: Send me a pic.

Kei: I wanna see you.

Kei: I miss you.

He stared at the screen, waiting. Three dots appeared. Then disappeared. Then appeared again. His heart thudded like a complete idiot’s because, wow, she really had him wrapped around her finger.

Finally, her message popped up.

Yn: Miss you too, Kei. But I look gross rn 😭

He scoffed and typed furiously.

Kei: Not possible.

Kei: I’ll take whatever I can get. Even if you look gross.

Yn: So mean 😭

He rolled his eyes.

Kei: I’m serious, Yn.

Kei: It’s been 3 days. I’m dying.

Kei: Save me.

The little typing bubble returned, and then—finally—a photo.

It was blurry. Yn was in bed, bundled up in a blanket, hair sticking out in random directions. Her expression was half-asleep but warm, and Kei felt his entire body relax just seeing her.

Kei: Holy shit, you’re cute.

Yn: Don’t lie.

Kei: Not lying. Send another one.

Yn: No, you’ll get sick of my face.

Kei sat up, frowning.

Kei: I’ve literally spent the last 72 hours wishing I could teleport to you.

Kei: You think I’d get sick of your face?

Yn: Maybe 🥺

Kei: You’re insane.

Kei: And pretty.

Another photo came in, this time clearer. Yn was pouting at the camera, lips pursed in mock annoyance, and Kei actually laughed out loud.

Kei: I’m setting this as my lock screen.

Yn: You wouldn’t.

Kei: I would.

She sent him an eye-roll emoji, but Kei could imagine her smiling while typing it. He felt warm, even though the room was cold.

Kei: When do you get back?

Yn: Tomorrow night.

Kei: That’s too far.

Yn: It’s literally tomorrow.

Kei: Still too far.

She sent him a string of laughing emojis before pausing.

Yn: You’re being really soft today.

Kei: Shut up.

Yn: I like it.

Kei: Good. Don’t tell anyone.

Yn: Too late. I’m telling everyone you’re whipped.

Kei groaned and fell back onto the pillows, but his lips twitched.

Kei: I don’t care. Just come home already.

Yn: I’ll be home soon.

Kei: Not soon enough.

He stared at her last text for a while before setting his phone down, the tiniest smile tugging at his lips. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

[cynical-ghost]

more platonic grid x reader, we say in unison ! i love how chaotic reader is and you’re so fucking funny 😮‍💨 please and thank you !

DANCING QUEEN

Pairing: Platonic Grid x fem!driver!reader

Genre: Smau- social media, chaos…

Warning(s): use of Yn, foul language?

Synopsis: It’s Yn’s 17th birthday…

A/n: This is for you Nonnie🫶 I’m so glad you liked my other platonic grid fics! I was listening to ABBA and my writing block was cured. Thank you ABBA, we say in unison🤭

Ynforeal

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Ynforeal winning while hungover is one for the books! 🏆🍾

Alpinef1team change the caption. (management made me write that, 17 and hungover looks good on you gurllll 🫶)

Ynforeal I will (I’m not gunna, Thankssss girllll!!)

Motheryn WELL DONEEE, happy birthday for yesterday!!!!!!

User15 does anyone know what Yn did for her birthday??

Landonorris you don’t wanna know…

User15 now I wanna know even more…

Oscarpiastri 🤫

Maxverstappen1 Congrats 🍾

Ynforeal I can feel your enthusiasm through my screen Maximilian😒

Maxverstappen1 👍

Landonorris YEHDNDB WELL DONE GIRL CONGRATULATIONS!!!! 🙌🍾🏆🥳

Ynforeal THANKY YOU LANDONNNNN

Landonorris Take notes @/maxverstappen1

Maxvertappen1🫡

Charles_Leclerc 🍾 one for the books indeed Yn, proud of you for not throwing up in your helmet!! 😂

Ynforeal thank you Charlie! It was a very close call but then I realised I couldn’t see max in my mirrors and wanted to piss him off 😂

Maxverstappen1 what, is it ‘hate on Max Verstappen, three time Wdc, day’ 🧐

Ynforeal had to put the titles in didn’t you. Did it make you feel better?

Maxverstappen1 yes, yes it did👍

Landonorizzz anyone got pics of Yns birthday?

Ynforeal Posting them later, couldn’t post them before the race otherwise I could have been disqualified 😂

Landonorizzz OMFGSJSBD SHE REPLIED TO MEEE OMFBE

Ynforeal I REPLIED JEBDJSKSNSB SO HAPPY DOR YOU HDHSJS

Landonorris

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Landonorris HAPPY 17th TO MY MAIN BITCH 🥂💸🤩

Ynforeal YASSSS JFBSBDJS VOTTA FEED MY BABY

Landonorris 🍼🍼🍼

User15 BIRTHDAY POSTS! I RÉPÈTE BIRTHDAY POSTS ARE POASTING RN AJBDAN

User12 These we definitely already made and were waiting to be posted

Landonorris you are correct! we have a bet that whoever doesn’t post their birthday draft they have to pay up 💰💰

Maxverstappen1 how many cakes did you have in the end Yn?? 😂

Ynforeal 3 in total, one family friendly one from my family, one from my crew, and one from you guys🎂🍰🧁

Maxverstappen1 🐖 <- you

Ynforeal 🐍 <- you

Maxverstappen1 😱

Ynforeal you little snake 🐍 shshsshshhs

Maxverstappen1 oink oink teef (bitch)

User56 I’m new do Yn and max hate Each other or something? They seem close irl but their comments say a different story.

Motheryn they have a sibling dynamic, that monstrosity is how they show their love for each other 😂😂

User56 oh thank goodness😂😂

Maxverstappen1

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Maxverstappen1 HAPSPY FKINWSG BRTHDAY SISTAAA, HWO DO YOU TRN CAPITSL LTTERS OFF, thnk you birthday batch🫶💕💸💰🥳

Ynforeal I KNEW YOU LIVED ME MAXAMILLIAN !! You are deffo regretting getting pissed last night, how are you feeling about this?

Maxverstappen1 never speak of this again, I didn’t want lando to win the bet 🙄

Ynforeal uh hu, never letting you live this one down Maxine👍

Maxverstappen1😀

User23 is this actually happening rn, how drunk was max last night 😂😂

Landonorris I think this tops my birthday post🤣🥲

Maxverstappen1 tAkE NoTeS @/Landonorris

Landonorris my own words used against me 🔪❤️

Redbullracing Your 3 time world champion everybody 👏

Yourbff max you should get drunk more often 😂

Ynforeal IKR!!! He’s a big softy really 🤭

Maxvertappen1 😑

Ynforeal

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Ynforeal 17 DANCING QUEEN JSHDHDKAN MAXIE KS FUCKED, I said I wanted to go carting but all we had was trollies 🛒😂😂💸🍾🎂

Landonorris HAPPY BIRTHDYA

Yourbff My beautiful bestie yasssss

Ynforeal luv youuuu 🫶

Yourbff 🤭❤️

Maxverstappen1 I can’t deny it 🙂

Ynforeal 🥂🍾🍺🍻🍷🍸🥃🍹<- you

Maxverstappen1 🛒🎉🥳🎂🎁🎈🎊<- you

[fushixx]

𝓝ot 𝓞n 𝓛ive - Satoru. G

The match had just started when Gojo felt your legs swing off his bed.

He didn’t think anything of it—his focus locked on the Call of Duty lobby, headset perfectly snug, mic unmuted, camera on and angled just right. The lighting behind him pulsed blue and purple, casting soft shadows across his sharp jaw and loose white shirt.

Behind the scenes? You padded barefoot across the room in nothing but one of his oversized hoodies.

He saw you out of the corner of his eye but didn’t dare look away from his screen.

“Don’t even think about it,” he muttered into his mic, as much to you as to his teammate.

You ignored the warning completely, arms sliding around his shoulders as you leaned down, soft lips pressing against the side of his neck.

“Thought you said we were gonna hang out,” you whispered, breath warm.

Gojo tensed for just a second. Then cleared his throat. “We are—I’m hanging out with my boys and carrying the team.”

You hummed and bit down gently on his neck.

He twitched.

“yo he just flinched???”

“is he—was that a moan?”

“PAUSE.”

“nah someone’s kissing on him rn idc”

“WHERE IS Y/N. I KNOW SHE THERE.”

He tried to act normal. He really did. But his knuckles were white on the mouse, jaw clenched, one leg bouncing slightly.

You whispered again, teasing: “You sure you wanna play this game, baby?”

“Y/N,” he warned lowly, eyes still glued to the monitor. “Don’t.”

But you were already kneeling.

The second your hands slid along his thighs and disappeared under the desk, he went still.

Dead silent.

One blink. Two.

Then—

“no fucking way.”

“NO WAY SHE JUST WENT UNDER—”

“HE’S FROZEN LOOK AT HIM LMFAOO”

“this mf boutta ascend”

“mfs really live streaming their own downfall these days huh”

“chat shh let bro focus. he fighting for his life rn 💀”

Gojo let out a choked sound halfway between a laugh and a whimper as you dragged your nails up his inner thigh. His head tipped back just slightly.

“You’re evil,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

You just smirked, voice purring from below, “You’re still losing, by the way.”

His voice cracked on the next callout.

“Y-Yeah—behind the truck—uh, fuck—B-side, I think—”

“B-side of what, king 😭😭”

“i know that’s not the game he talkin bout”

“bro his eyes not even open anymore istg”

“BLOWN COVER. LITERALLY.”

“we all hearing him fall apart live rn”

“get ur girl bro before u get banned 😭😭😭”

Gojo finally reached for his keyboard, slamming the mute key on his mic same with his camera.

Didn’t matter anymore.

Because the expression on his face said it all.

@elegantxdarlin all rights reserved

Okay so just to let you know, Gojo is a live-streamer and is streaming live with his friends, my friend asked for this specific request so here, I was too shy to post it on my main tho but @bakusmoker is my main, anyways this was shitty but it’s wtv

[paigestrap]

i need you.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings? smut (minors dni), light angst and fluff, swearing

summary - you and paige are friends until you aren’t 🤭🤭

enjoy!!! (please?) even if u don’t pls don’t tell me i’m sensitive.

you couldnt identify the point at which your friendship with paige grew into something more. meeting her in one of your soc classes when she showed up late and sat next to you, you two became friends almost instantly.

you knew who she was of course, had gone to many of the uconn women’s basketball game. and you would never tell her, but you were definitely a fan from the start, her game and personality being a major draw, and maybe also the fact that she was beautiful, like really really beautiful (a fact you would also never tell her).

you two started hanging out pretty much everyday, whether you were doing work, going out to eat, or hanging out with her and the rest of the team at a bar after games, the two of you had become quite comfortable in each others company.

but one day, things started to change. when your shoulders would touch watching your favorite show with her next to you, it sent electricity throughout your entire body, you felt yourself looking forward to the times when your hand would brush hers while walking side by side with her to class, your mood would lighten when she would text you to hangout or simply tell you about her day, and the time you spent together felt more and more intimate as your fondness for the blonde grew.

sometimes, it felt like paige was feeling the same thing you were. her eyes would linger for longer than you felt a friend’s eyes should, her touches felt more intentional, her compliments more frequent, and her words gentler. there were times when you both were alone where it seemed like the two of you were so close to crossing that line. like the first time she asked you to spend the night, and you woke up the next morning in her arms. or when she asked you to wear her jersey to her game the next day, and of course you obliged. she asked you afterwards if you would wear her jersey for every one, justifying her request by saying you’re her “good luck charm” and of course her good luck charm needs to rep her jersey, and of course, you obliged. when you were out with her at the bar and the two of you had been drinking she would constantly be touching you, hugging you, and telling you how much you meant to her. you couldn’t tell if this was paige being paige, or if she was truthful in her words and actions.

these moments were always left unspoken, as neither you nor her felt confident enough to ever cross that line. but your heart yearned for her. her touch, her voice, her laugh, her beautiful mind. and it was getting harder and harder everyday to hide your feelings.

now, with her returning to campus after the uconn women’s basketball team lost to iowa in the final four, you feel those inhibitions being lifted. your phone screen lit up as her contact appeared on your lock screen.

p: need u rn. can u come over?

you: of course, i’m on my way

as you walk out of your apartment to make your way to your friend you realize now the extent to which you feel for her and you want nothing more than to hold her in your arms and comfort her.

“hey,” she says, opening the door for you, her face betraying her overwhelming grief. you don’t say anything, you just pull her into a hug as she lets out her first of many tears.

“i know. i’m so sorry paige. you deserved the win, you all did” you say, comforting her while also holding back tears of your own.

“can we go to my room, just wanna be with you right now,” her tear stained eyes meet yours, and your heart swells at the urge to kiss her tears away.

“of course, i’m here for whatever you need, always” you say, grabbing her hand as the two of you make your way towards her room.

“i wish you’d been there, missed you so much it’s crazy,” she admits as you both lay down side by side in her bed. her eyes never breaking away from yours.

“i missed you too paige, im so sorry i couldn’t be there for you. i hope you know how much i wish i could’ve” you pull her into your arms and embrace her as her tears begin to fall again.

“i think,” she starts, but stops herself and pauses for a long time. you are about to ask her about it before she continues, “i think i realized something about myself this weekend”

another pause. your heart beats faster, you curse yourself knowing paige could feel it too. “what’s that,” your voice is barely audible as you struggle to get the words out.

“i need you, like i really really need you. ever since i met you i just wanna be by you all the time. when we lost i just wanted you to be there and,” she propped herself up to look at you before pulling you in to a tight embrace “i’m scared that you don’t need me too” her voice breaks at the end, shattering any hope of disguising her emotions.

“oh paige, you have no idea,” you say, feeling yourself breaking at her words. you pull away from her embrace and stare into her eyes, searching for a reason not to let your walls fall. you don’t see one, “i need you like i need oxygen to breathe. the world feels muffled when you’re not next to me, i admire everything about you and i’ve never felt this way about another person before. i’ve been so scared these past few weeks that i’ll lose you if you find out how much i want you, but i can’t go on pretending i think of you as my friend when you are so much more than that.” there it is. there’s no going back now. your eyes move away from hers as you await her response.

“baby,” she whispers, hand moving to caress your cheek as she gently pulls your face in her direction, “you’ll never lose me,”

suddenly, the space between you feels so small, and in a swift motion she closes the gap between you and kisses you. the world around you begins to spin as all of your senses become heightened. you feel yourself kiss back, not too hard, not too soft, and suddenly the emotions brimming for the past months come flooding to you all at once.

her hands meet your waist as she shifts her weight to be positioned on top of you, your legs opening as she places herself in between them, never breaking your kiss.

she eventually breaks it to look down on you, a million emotions displayed on her face. she reconnects your lips with hers and you feel yourself giving in completely, desire for the blonde blooming as her kisses grow hungrier. “i want you so bad” she says breathlessly in between kisses. her tongue grazes your bottom lip, requesting entrance, and as with all of her requests, you oblige.

“please, paige,” you let out, suppressing the moans threatening to slip out as her tongue explores your mouth. you tug on her shirt, needing to feel her body closer. she takes it off and removes your shirt as well. leaving you in only your bra on top. she smiles as she looks at your now exposed body.

“god, your tits are fucking amazing,” she remarks, staring at them lustfully. you blush, suddenly feeling so exposed. her hands reach your back as she unclasps the final layer, removing your bra and revealing your bare chest. she fondles your tits and the sudden touch elicits a moan you didn’t have the restraint to hold back. her hands feel so good, and you desperately need them somewhere else, “i wanna fuck you so bad babe”

“god paige please i need you so badly” you whine, so far gone at this point to even try to hide your burning desire.

“yeah?” she grins, biting her lip and licking her lips, “where do you need me, my sweet girl, show me”

you pull yourself up and remove your bottoms, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. you grow increasingly aware of how wet you are, and embarrassed at how obvious it is. her hands roam your body and she grips both of your thighs, her gaze lowering to your heat. “you’re so wet, all because of me?” she asks like she doesn’t know the answer and lets her finger graze over your clothed pussy. you moan as she touches your clit, grinding your hips desperate for more. “so needy baby, i’m gonna take these off now alright?” you nod as she removes your panties, leaving you completely exposed and at her expense.

her hand meets your bare pussy, rubbing in between your folds and onto your clit, eliciting a loud moan from you as your body reacts to her touch. you move your head to the side and close your eyes, letting the pleasure take over. but you are quickly brought back to reality when she stops touching you and takes your face into her hand, bringing it back to face her, “i want you to look at me when i fuck you, do you understand baby?” she plants a kiss on your lips and you nod in response, unable to say a thing.

her fingers move back towards your heat and she slides one into you, “how’s that sweet girl, does that feel good?”

“yes. please. more.” you whine, your body burning at her touch, desperately needing more.

“oh yeah?” she teased as she slipped another finger in you, slowly pumping them in and out of you, curling them so she could feel them stretching against your walls.

you were done for. your body twisting and rutting against her, only causing her to quicken her pace inside you, never breaking your gaze for a second. “god you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, all mine”

your senses overloaded by her hungry words and quickening pace, you felt yourself nearing your climax “paige, please don’t stop. i’m so close” you beg, causing her to fuck you harder and faster.

“yeah? come for me baby, you’ve done so well, my pretty girl,” that was all it took to force you over the edge. you come hard, screaming out her name as the pleasure enveloped your entire body. she fucks you through your orgasm, whispering in your ear the entire time telling you how pretty you look and how good you are.

the wave of pleasure subsiding and your senses gradual coming back to you, she slides her fingers out of you, licking your wetness off of them and falling back onto your smaller figure.

“holy shit” you breathe out, panting. suddenly feeling very sleepy.

“yeah, holy shit.” she laughs, “you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” you blush at her compliment, burying your face in her chest.

“do you still think i don’t need you?” you ask, looking up at her with a shy smile. she grins, giving you a sweet kiss and looking at you with so much endearment it makes your heart swell.

“no, i’m pretty sure you made yourself clear” she laughs, pulling you closer.

[zlut4rina]

Stress Reliever

Storyline: Your day was exhausting, and what better to help relax? A nice bath.

Pairings: Toxicgf!Giselle x Femreader

Warnings: smut in the tub, that's literally it.

Note: Giselle, lwk a bad gf fr (js how I like it 🥀) I had a dream abt this.

Word count: 1k short kinds to the point.

___________________________________________

It was around 6 or 7 o’clock, you don’t remember. Nor did you bother to check.

Your morning was stressful, waking up with a headache, missing your alarm, causing you to be late for work. You had to make a late call out, not wanting to go in your current state. Though it upset your boss, you couldn’t find it in you to go back and forth with her about it. You mentally accepted your future punishment.

Spilling coffee on yourself, forgetting to take the laundry out, your room being a mess, and your girlfriend hasn’t texted you back since you wished each other goodnight. You weren’t going to text her anyway.

As time passed, you felt so burned out, everything was going wrong and just stressing you out. You decided it’d be time to relax. How could that go wrong? You ran yourself a bath, occasionally checking the time, it was 8:50. All day, your patience was tested, finally having alone time and being able to relax fully. You ran yourself a bath, the room fogged up almost immediately. The heat of the atmosphere soothing your tense muscles.

It was around 9:15 when you gathered all your things to bathe. Slowly stripping yourself, loving the feel of the heat in the atmosphere and the way it hugged your skin. A sigh leaves your lips as you fully undress. You slowly stepped out from your clothes beneath you. Dipping your foot in slowly, passing the barrier of bubbles into heated water. Finally, setting your entire body, shoulder deep into the hot water, the sound of bubbles popping and sizzling echoed in your ears.

After relaxing for a few seconds, you heard your phone go off with a buzz that vibrated the tub. You reached your hand put, shaking the pink tinted soap from your palm. You saw a notification from your girlfriend.

She only liked your message from a few hours ago. You bottled up some courage to respond to her, even if you were last to text.

-Hey

You stared at the screen, waiting, hoping.

-Hi

A small smile rose and fell in the corner of your lips. So dry, as if she was forced to speak to you. Before you could complete a sentence (you were just going to delete later). She sent another message.

-I miss you, wyd?

The first three words made your heart skip a beat. It was the bare minimum, but it still made you feel loved.

-I’m in the tub rn.

You responded, she took a while to reply. Her chat bubble coming and going repeatedly.

-Oh, that sounds relaxing. How was your day?

Giselle never really acted like your girlfriend, even though she asked you out in the beginning. She was like this even before you dated. Something about her was keeping you attached. Even if she doesn’t speak to you for days, you can move on.

-Hard

Was all you replied with. She hearted the message a few seconds later. This might’ve been your longest chat all week.

-Wanna show me?

This confused you, show you? Show her what? You stared at the screen for a while, guessing she sensed your confusion through the screen she spoke again.

-What you look like rn. I wanna see.

You should be mad right now. You really should. Her dismissing your stress and only focusing on her needs right now, disgusting. But then again, who knows the next time she’ll speak to you like this, you don’t even remember the last time you kissed each other. After a while, and the silence mixed with the sound of bubbles from your bath, you complied. You opened the camera and stared at yourself for a while, then panned it low and angled at your chest. Your breast covered in soap, silk and shiny, you placed your arm under the two of them, perking them up. You snapped a few, sending them all to her immediately after. She opened them, and she didn’t respond for about three minutes.

-You look good, baby

You smiled, that feeling of validation corrupting you. Hearting her message, you replied with a thank you. She then hearted your message again. Her chat bubbled went and came at its own pace.

-Can I join you?

This message came as a surprise. She hasn’t been over to your apartment in so long.

-I’ll be a raisin by the time you get here, silly.

Chuckling at your own response, the water moving around your legs, still hot.

-Sounds like I’ll need to plump you back up huh.

The time was 9:43. You weren’t in there for long, but you still felt the need to add more hot water, maybe to please her, most likely. She was coming. You couldn’t talk her out of it even if you tried. You wanted her to come, you really did, it’s been so long.

She arrived at 9:57, her she lived almost an hour away, made you think she was waiting for this opportunity, or she was out somewhere she shouldn’t be, who knows. She knocked on the door before entering with the key you landed her. She didn’t text you that she was here, not cause she wanted to surprise you. She just didn’t do it. She didn’t knock on the bathroom door, she opened it slowly, peaking her head through, she smiled at you, that same smile you missed.

You sunk beneath the bubbles, you wet hair sticking to your shoulders and face. You looked at her with rosy cheeks. From the heat of the bath or her? You don’t even know. You never knew with her. “Room for another?” she asked, fully stepping into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. You nodded, your face flushed with a sheepish toothy smile.

She found you so cute in that moment, so vulnerable, so needy. She began to strip herself, slow, sensually locking eyes with you. You couldn’t look away, no matter how embarrassed you were. She drove you crazy, and she knew it. In the worst way, sometimes, in the best. Times like that were now. Fully stripping, she walked to you, pushing you by your shoulders as you scooted up to give her room. She placed herself behind you, pulling your back against her warm naked breast. You sat in between her legs, her arms wrapped around you waist under the water.

Giselle’s fingers dances across your skin, slow and skillfully. Exploring your curves and sensitive spots. She leaned closer to you, her breath warm against your ear, adding to the heat of the atmosphere. Kissing your ear and down to your cheek, her grip on you tightens, pulling you as close as possible. “I missed you.” You admitted. You didn’t mean to say that, out loud. You could feel the grin on her the side of your cheek. “Yeah?” she asked in a slow, husky tone. Her hands squeeze your hips, then slowly rise to your breast, pinching and twisting your nipples. You lean back into her embrace, and the back of your head rests on her shoulder. She took the opportunity to kiss and attack your neck, leaving marks and hickeys from your jawline to tour Adam’s apple.

She squeezes your soapy breast, fondling them in her hands, igniting a flame in your core. You closed your legs together, holding onto her thighs. “You like that, don’t you?” she whispered against your wet skin. Her tongue was trailing a line from your Adam’s apple to your jawline till she reached your warm plump lips. Overtaking you into a dominating wet kiss. Her hands squeezed and pinched your breast harder, making you moan into her kiss. “I wish could keep you like this forever” her tone teasing yet sincere, revealing her possessive affection she has for you. You open your eyes, locking with her. Wet and pleading, you spoke with your eyes, spit stuck to your bottom lip from her kiss. Your look drove her mad, she missed this, she knew it was her fault, that’s just how she is.

She slides her hand up you’re your neck, holding you in place as her other went down to your core. She leans in and whispers in your ear, “Your mine now.” Her voice laced with the drug of possession. Giselle let’s go of you, rising from the water and stepping out. “I’ll be right back” she said to you before leaving the bathroom. You stated at her figure for a split second, that’s all the time she gave you anyway. With a playfully glint in her eyes, she returns, her arm wrapped behind her back. Setting back down behind you, aligning you between her legs perfectly. She lifted your legs up to your chest and lifted them over hers. “What are you-“ Your words were cut off when she used one of her hands to spread your folds and push a vibrator in. Your mouth hung open as you gasped, the vibrator begins it’s work inside you.

Her hands rise back up to your breast, playing with them like a child would toys. Giselle ensured the pleasure on you builds with every passing moment. The combination of Giselle's skillful hands and the vibrations of the toy pushing you closer to the edge. Giselle’s small low chuckles as she watches your body’s cute reaction to her echoed through the room. A mix of joy and mischief as she leans in and kisses your neck, whispering sweet nothings to heighten your pleasure.

The toy intensifies inside you, Giselle kissing and marking you, she slowly dragged her hand from your breast to your clit, circling it slowly. You held onto her arm, and your other hand dug into her thigh. Your moans and whines mixing into the heat of the moment. “That’s it baby.” She kisses and bites your somehow empty unmarked spaces on your neck. “I wanna hear you scream for me.” You gasp softly, your body trembling with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. You turn your head slightly, your breath hitching in your throat as you lean and sink into Giselle’s warm and possessive embrace. You pull her into a kiss, whispering against her warm sweet lips how close you were to your climax. She smiled, her fingers moved faster in your clit, her other hand pinching and tugging at your nipple. You moaned against her jawline, panting heavily as you clenched around the toy, feeling the knot in your stomach fight back.

“Cum for me baby” Her voice soft and reassuring. You did, on command, so good for her. You came hard, but It felt so relaxing, so free, you needed this, you needed her. You pants and gasp filled the room. She planted soft kisses on your forehead and temple. “Your amazing, you know that?” her speech was genuine, sorry, and caring. You smiled weakly at her, pulling her into a kiss. “I love you, you know that?” she spoke against your lips. You nodded, stating her in the eyes. “I know.” Kissing her again, her hands roamed your sides again, slow and loving. “I love you too”

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[4milly]

not my hair. /jimmy u. +millytober+

yall school has been killing me. i’m in my first semester of my junior year in college, and im so tired everyday. and im working too. i wanna dedicate this to @blacst4r for their RECENT TEXT AU😭😭 it gave me an idea.

than to, @caramelcleopatraa. me and her are both in college and struggling with time rn friends. also, remember to be nice…some of yall anons are fckin bullying people deadass, you need to be popped in your mouth for saying that shit to her <333 ty for being patient with us <3 check out her writing if you haven’t !!! her SMAU’s are my fav 😩

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, no kids pls), p in v, hair pulling, cursing.

parings: jimmy (jon) uso x black!reader

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jimmy’s reaction to you getting your hair done goes a bit overboard…

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as you unlocked the door to your home, you heard the patter of feet. upon opening it, Bowser, the shared Rottweiler, greeted you enthusiastically.

“hi baby. my sweet boy, you like mommy’s hair? we gotta take you to get groomed next, boy,” you cooed at the dog as he nuzzled his nose into your face “where is your daddy?”

“bowser,” jon’s voice boomed causing the dog to stand at attention “food.”

with a snap of his fingers, the dog darted toward the kitchen. a shirtless jon, wearing only grey sweatpants, walked over to you; pulling you close and nuzzling your neck, leaving soft kisses all over.

“fine ass. you look so fuckin’ good. c’mere.” he takes your hand dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom

“wait! jon, hold on!” you giggled, as you drag your feet on the carpet against his hold

“whatchu mean, holon? it wasn’t no holon for you to run yo ass to ulta. get them clothes off.” jon commanded as he reached for your jacket to yank it off, throwing past his shoulder

“ah!” you squeal as he threw you onto the bed. moving into your neck, starting to kiss and suck on it, while his hands reached for any piece of clothing left you had on before snatching it off you. “baby, lemme get the bonnet.”

“fuck the bonnet, tryna see yo sexy ass when you cummin all over me.” he groaned before pulling his shorts down revealing all his long thickness, standing at attention pointing right at you with a curve.

Jon was blessed. But he can go over board sometimes wanting to partake in overstimulation and being so rough…on your hair. He loved to pull it and make your pussy swallow him whole; you shouting to the celling about how good the dick felt with tears pooling in your eyes. It was his favorite thing to do.

“jon, don’t pull it and i’m deadass.” you rasped out pushing against his chest as he leaned over you kissing the side of your face, and throwing ur legs over his arms.

“ight, I promise…shit!” he grunted running his fat leaky tip through your folds, before surging into you bottoming out.

jon wasted no time before starting to pump that girth into you rapidly, splitting your pussy wide over him. you always needed a minute to get used to his thickness, the stinging sensation combusting all over your body for a moment. you felt that thick vein running from his base to his tip, rubbing against ur spot. He let out a grunt as your pussy molded around his dick.

you let out a sharp hiss as he nearly pulled out before bottoming out again, letting the small thick coarse hair tickle your clit.

tonight was different; his dick was aching ever since you sent him them damn selfies. he needed to explode. he could damn near drill through a brick. the sight of your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, moans and cried if ecstasy running through his ear, and your hair spiraled over the bed couldn’t have been more pretty.

he’d make it his lock-screen if he could.

he starts creating a pace, fucking into you. your pussy weaping all over his dick made it an easy ride. you whined and bucked your hips up to match his pace, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure. his dick working your pussy with fast, smooth, and deep strokes. his pants and your cries bouncing off the walls creating a song.

“mmm! ba—baby!” you stumbled over your words trying to string together a singular sentence

your push your hand against his chest, “nah. wanna run yo ass to ulta, right? i said bring dat ass home. you wanna be hard headed. lay the fuck back…yea, take this dick. that’s my good girl.”

his mind became clouded at the sight of his dick coated in a sheer white, and your pussy wetting up his lap. each pump causing his stomach to tighten. he knew if he kept going he’d be fucking a baby into you.

he quickly pulled out flipping you onto your knees, sliding back in. he slowed his hips into small circular whines; grinding against your ass to drag out your orgasm.

he was beating the pussy up, all from a damn hairstyle. secrets to be kept; before you arrived he nearly broke his phone clutching it in his hand so hard as he wrapped his hand around his thick base and yanked on the red, leaky, tip till he came on the pictures you sent him…now he was just making up for time.

“look at dat, mama,” he sighed pulling against your shoulder to make you look up towards the mirror on the closet door, “pretty ass…so fuckin sexy. you so fuckin pretty, baby. lemme hear you say it.”

“i’m so pretty…” you softly mewled

“hell nawl. whatchu say?”

your eyes were permanently glued to the sight of jon pushing your neck into the bed, the other gripping your hip to pull you towards his irritate thrust, and his lip tucked between his teeth tightly. the only thing flowed out your mouth was your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and incoherent babbles.

you were in the perfect position. face down was down, and your pussy hiked up in his lap being fucked thoroughly. jon felt his dick swell from the sight of your curtain bangs messily sticking against your forehead.

you tightened your pussy muscles around his dick everytime he pulled out, your aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum spraying inside you. you could see white spots in your vision at the feeling of your stomach tightening.

“you gone make me cum too quick, doin’ that kegal shit, girl.” he groaned out cracking his hand on the side of your ass—a move to tell you to stop.

you let out a gasp as his hand moved into your hair tightening, pulling you upwards.

“jon! you pro—ugh! shit!” you screamed out towards the celling

“you wettin this dick up so fuckin’ good, mama. tell me what i’m tryna hear.” he panted—sweat beads formed on his forehead and his chest, as his balls slapped against your clit

“i’m so pretty! i’m so prettyyy—jon im cummingg!” you cried into the air as your pussy twitched before your orgasm squirted over him—the force nearly pushing him out.

the sensation of your pussy jumping around him trigged his own release, his cum jetting out in thick ropes inside your pussy—mixing with your own.

he fell over ontop of you, leaving wet kisses in the crook of your neck. his hand reaching between your legs to rub small circles on your clit to drag out the effects.

“you’re a fuckin’ liar, jon.” you panted holding yourself up on your wobbly arms

“text me her booking site or sum…i’ll pay for another appointment. can’t promise that shit ain’t gone make me fuck you tho.”

this guy…

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[astrae4]

A KISS AWAY FROM THE TRENCHES OF A FRIENDZONE | Han Dongmin

pairings — boynextdoor’s leehan x reader

genre — romance, friends to lovers

warnings — (wc. 518) smooching!

note — this one’s short! ( sorry babes but i’m writing so much other stuff rn 🥲 ) But I just loved it sm huhu.. Requested from this anon <3

more works: masterlist | bnd!masterlist

It was supposed to be like every other movie night.

A worn-out blanket, microwaved popcorn you both never finish, and Leehan sprawled on the other end of the couch with his ankle brushing yours. You’ve been doing this since middle school—movie marathons, shared laughter, whispered jokes when the movie got boring. It’s comfortable. Familiar. Safe.

Until tonight.

Because tonight, during a lull between scenes, Leehan turned his head. Looked at you for too long. And you—stupidly—looked back.

He leaned in, just a little. Enough for you to catch the way his breath stuttered. Enough to see his eyes flicker down to your lips.

“Do you want—” he’d started, voice low.

But then he blinked. Pulled back.

Never finished the question.

Never said anything else.

You stared at the screen after that, not really watching. He stayed. You both pretended nothing happened.

He then left before the second movie even started, saying he forgot to feed the children.

He would never forget the fishes.

What a liar.

…

It’s been three days.

Three days of rerunning that moment in your head until it lost all shape and color. And now you’re standing in front of his house, heart pounding so hard you feel it in your throat.

You don’t even knock properly. It’s this weak, hesitant knock, and part of you hopes he won’t hear.

But of course he does.

He always does.

The door opens, and he’s standing there in a hoodie, hair slightly messy, like he hasn’t slept well either.

He blinks, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you echo, suddenly forgetting what you even came here for.

A pause.

Then, “Do you wanna come in?”

You nod, stepping past him.

The house smells like him. You hate how much you notice that.

It takes you about ten minutes to get to the topic. Ten minutes of awkward small talk, pretending it’s still fine, pretending you’re both fine.

But then you speak, unable to hinder your curiosity any longer.

“About the other night…” you murmur.

He shifts on the couch. Looks away.

“Yeah. I shouldn’t have—”

“I wanted you to.”

You say it too fast. Too suddenly.

He freezes.

You hold your breath.

And slowly, he looks at you.

“Say that again,” he says quietly.

“I wanted you to,” you repeat, slower this time. “I thought you were going to kiss me. I—I really wanted you to.”

There’s something in his eyes. Like everything he’s been holding back is rushing to the surface at once.

He shifts closer. Slowly. Carefully. His fingers brush yours.

“If I do it now…” he whispers, “you won’t back off?”

Your heart is in your mouth.

“I won’t.”

And he kisses you.

It’s not rushed. It’s not messy. It’s full of all the things you’ve both been too scared to say. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently like he can’t believe you’re real.

He pulls back just enough to breathe against your lips.

“Then let me do this right,” he whispers. “Will you let me have the privilege of being the one by your side?”

You smile, forehead resting against his.

“Took you long enough.”

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[chalantzah]

FRIENDLY FIRE

oneshot requested by : @caramia-mara

´when every chronically online persons two worlds collide - collab stream´

the stream starts like most slushynoobz chaos: martin in the middle of an unhinged monologue and hamzah pretending he doesn’t know either of you.

“hello stream,” martin says, already waving the camera around like it’s a documentary film, “today is a milestone. maybe even a moment in history. she’s here. not a discord bubble. not a voice on a headset. god is a woman and she is real.”

you’re already seated, sipping something cold, perfectly unbothered. you offer the camera an enthusiastic grin to match martins energy back to him.

“you’re doing a lot, too much” you say.

“it’s deserved,” martin replies, shaking his head and taking a bow to you and all your apparent glory.

“you have no idea how long chat’s been waiting for this.”

“i’m literally just here to play mario party.”

“sure,” he says. “sure you are.”

"what does that even mean?" you laugh off to the side,

hamzah mutters, “okay, stream peaked. turn it off.”

you glance over with an eyebrow raise. “well hello to you too.”

“i said hi earlier.”

“saying ‘yo’ while staring at your phone doesn’t count.” you fight back, slightly joking but also not, confused by hamzahs genuine attitude,

“so you wanna argue, or play the game?” he snaps instantly.

he hasn’t looked at you once since you sat down, which would maybe mean something if he didn’t rearrange the entire living room setup this morning to make sure you had the “comfiest spot.” (his words. muttered. while looking at the floor.)

martin’s already mugging for the camera. twitch chat is a wall of chaos.

chat: “LMAO HAMZAH CANNOTTTTT MAKE EYE CONTACT”“he’s so weird rn i love it”“the way she’s just chill about it tho?? queen”"girl is he bothering you?"

the game boots up. martin claims he’s choosing teams at random, but somehow you end up seated between them. naturally. you don’t mind. the energy’s easy, and you’ve streamed with them enough to know the rhythm by heart.:

martin’s ongoing commentary, hamzah’s casual insults, the chat’s perpetual meltdown. it’s a specific dynamic. it works.

but in person, it’s a little different. realer. better.

especially when hamzah keeps doing things like passing you the exact brand of drink you mentioned offhand, mid conversation once, months ago.

you take it without making a big deal out of it. “you remembered this?”

he shrugs. “you talk a lot.”

“so do you. and i don’t remember your favorite drink.” you tilt your head with a chuckle.

“mine’s easier.” he replies in monotone.

“is it?”

he doesn’t reply, which is fine. martin is already throwing a look at the camera, as if he’s saying "did you see that too?"

chat:“the way he puts on this whole non chalant persona just to ruin it by specifically buying her favorite brand of mf WATER.”“this is literally a romcom but he thinks he’s the cool one lmao”“chat never forgets”

you’re winning. casually. just enough to keep the banter alive. hamzah’s competitive, but quietly. not trash-talking you loud like martin, just relentless.

but today, he keeps getting distracte, missing easy jumps, second guessing timing, adjusting his headset even though it’s completely fine and basically glued onto his head.

at one point of the stream, you flinch at an unexpected pop up in the game, more from the sound than anything on the actual screen. but before you can even register it, there’s a hand on your shoulder.

his.

just briefly. like muscle memory. like he forgot the context and thought he was alone. it’s gone in a second.

you turn your head toward him, then regretting it, thinking maybe you should've pretended to ignore it.

he doesn’t look back, just feels you turn.. “you jumped.”

“you put your hand me.” you recall.

“reflex.” he snaps

“it’s mario party.”

“you flinched.”

you lean back slightly, amused with a chuckle. “you good?”

“great,” he says, shrugging his shoulder as if he didn't just act obnoxious and slightly out of character.

martin actually pauses the game. “nah. pause. run that back. did anyone else see that?”

chat definitely saw it.

chat: “I have some innapropriate things to say about protective hamzah.” “hamzah’s version of ‘reflex’ is concerningly soft” “blink twice if you’re repressing and ignoring feelings bro”

the game resumes. martin is doing everything short of narrating your interactions like a national geographic special. chat’s theories have just multiplied after this stream, and martins livestream call-out.

you just keep playing. you’re used to hamzah being.. a little strange. not like this, but the general branding of it.

later, somewhere between rounds, martin throws a look between the two of you and goes, “so… is this how it’s gonna be the whole stream, or are we atleast try to acknowledging what’s happening?”

“what’s happening,” you echo, straight-faced, as you roll your lips into your mouth.

hamzah just shakes his head, doesn’t even pretend to be subtle.

“so nothing’s happening?” martin reverts.

“exactly,” both you and hamzah say in sync, bluntly.

it’s almost impressive, the perfect harmony, with the energy of two people who have absolutely talked for seven hours straight at 2 a.m playing video games. and will absolutely decide to never to talk about those seven hours again.

martin leans forward, hands clasped like a therapist about to ask a life-ruining question. “you guys practiced that or…”

you and hamzah say “no” at the exact same time.

chat: “THEY’RE LIKE THE SAME PERSON IT’S CREEPY” “hamzah’s whole persona with her is ‘i don’t care’ while deeply caring” “she’s just chilling and he’s melting down quietly”

the rest of the stream runs like that- tense in a way no one will admit to, but it makes the air feel thicker by the second,

hamzah’s less dismissive now, but not less present. he keeps glancing your way and catching himself. every time you laugh, chat lights up. every time he says something under his breath and you catch it, chat goes even more nuclear.

the cameras eventually go off. the room is quieter without the lights.

you stretch, unplug your mic, and glance down at hamzah, who’s still fiddling with his controller like it didn’t glitch out an hour ago.

“fun stream,” you say, casually.

he nods. “yeah.”

his foot taps yours as you walk past. not hard. not even on purpose, probably.

but you feel it.

you don’t say anything.

he doesn’t either.

but you’re both thinking the same thing:

this is definitely not going to blow over quietly.

and chat? chat’s already writing the sequel in the comments, you both are sure going to have a joyful time explaining yourselves to twitter later.

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idk how to feel about this, will probs be edited tomorrow!! it honestly may be tooooo angsty and not enough fluff so it kinda gets me mad..

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[pazzi5351]

PART 3

Just Friends

Highschool AU

Football P x cheerleader A

Bsf to Lovers

WC: 1.8k

AN: i was finishing writing as the fuckass knicks LOST. LIKE I HATE NY SPORTS (not the liberty) anyways knicks in 7 (they’re 3-1 in playoffs) (they’ve won 1 game) But bare with this and them in this rn. They’re teenagers that dk shit abt communication! Love ya! Happy reading! Leave live reacts i wanna know what yall think!😗

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Monday morning sunlight streams through Azzi’s curtain as her phone balances on her vanity, FaceTime open. She’s brushing her hair while Caroline, on the other end of the call, curls her lashes. Ryan, their backspot and self-proclaimed stylist, lounges in bed shirtless under a fuzzy pink blanket, sipping iced coffee like it’s a mimosa.

“I still say we manifest a hotel with a hot tub for playoffs,” Ryan begins saying. “And if I don’t get to room with my besties, I’m leaving.”

Caroline snorts. “We already told coach we’re rooming together. Azzi, you’re fine bunking with us, right?”

Azzi, seated on the floor with her hair half up, bends down to grab her sneakers. “Yeah, of course—”

Ryan squints into the screen. “Uhm. Miss. Fudd. My favorite, most favorite main base…”

Azzi looks up. “What?”

Ryan leans in. “What’s that right there? You know. On your neck?”

Azzi freezes, casually brushing a hand over the spot by her jaw. “What? There’s nothing there. Ry, what are you even talking about?”

Ryan gasps dramatically. “Oh, so, we’re lying now?”

Before Caroline can chime in, Azzi’s screen flashes with an incoming FaceTime, from the one and only, Paige.

“Oop! Gotta go, see you guys later!” She hangs up before they can interrogate her further and answers the new call.

“Hey,” Paige says, her voice warm and casual. She’s already in her car, one hand lazily on the steering wheel (Azzi definitely didn’t take note of the veins that were lightly showing in her hand). “Come outside, I’m here.”

Azzi blinks. “I told you, you didn’t have to pick me up today.”

“Yeah, okay Az. You wanna go to Starbucks?”

Azzi’s smile falls into place. “I’ll come outside.”

She jogs out the front door, bag hanging over her shoulder. Paige rolls the window down as she pulls up.

“Oh look,” she says, eyes sparkling, “it’s my favorite vampire.”

Azzi rolls her eyes. “I thought we were going to Starbucks, not being annoying in my driveway.”

Paige just laughs, unlocking the door.

The car ride is calm, windows cracked slightly as morning air moves in. Azzi watches the road move past.

“How you feelin’ about playoffs?” she asks.

Paige nods, chewing her gum slowly. “I feel good. I’ve been watching a lot of film on them—how they go after receivers, how their D-line shifts a little pre-snap. I think I’ve got a decent read on it.”

Azzi hums, impressed, and nods along like it’s a language she doesn’t fully speak but wants to understand.

At Starbucks, they step up to the counter. Paige goes for her usual, but Azzi nudges her.

“You’re getting the strawberry acai lemonade refresher. Light ice. No berries.”

Paige frowns. “What—why? No berries?”

“It’s good for the soul,” Azzi says matter-of-factly.

She pulls out her phone to pay, but Paige hip-checks her out of the way, card already tapping the reader.

“No, Paige—stop. You pay all the time. It’s literally Starbucks, it’s like twelve dollars.”

Paige ignores her.

The barista, a girl with glossy lips and a little too much blush for 8 am, smiles brightly at Paige. “You look familiar—do you play football at Arlington?”

Paige, polite, smiles. “Yeah, wide receiver.”

“Oh, cool! You guys are really good this year.”

Azzi, standing beside her, eyes the girl. And with zero shame, she reaches over to move Paige’s hair off her shoulder, planting her elbow there. Paige doesn’t react—until the girl’s expression falls at the sight of the very visible hickies all over Paige’s neck.

The barista gives a tight smile. “Um… I’ll go grab your drinks.”

As she walks away, Paige turns slowly. “I didn’t take you for the possessive type.”

Azzi started walking off and looked over her shoulder. “Hm? What do you mean? I just wanted to put my arm on you.”

Paige grins. “Right.”

They return to the car, and as Paige starts driving toward school, she glances at Azzi with a half-laugh. “I thought it was kinda hot though.”

Azzi blushes, looking out the window. “You’re so annoying.”

At school, they split off toward their respective lockers. On her way, Paige runs into Nika, who clocks the drink in her hand and side-eyes her.

“Is that… a strawberry acai refresher?”

“Bro, Azzi made me get it,” Paige mutters. “It’s good though. So, like, shut up.”

Nika laughs. “Oh yeah? Speaking of Azzi—what did y’all do after you left Friday night, hmm?”

Paige rolls her eyes. “Drop it.”

But Nika keeps walking with her, “You know I’m gonna get it outta you eventually, right?”

Paige hums and keeps walking, listening to Nika yap, heading to class.

In second period, Azzi’s scribbling in her notebook while Mackenzie leans across the desk. Colleen’s doodling hearts on the corner of her page.

Azzi lifts her arms to put her hair up, and Mackenzie gasps and grabs her wrist.

“Girl. I would strongly advise keeping that hair down unless you’re ready for everyone in this room to know your business.”

Azzi pauses, then slowly lowers her arms and lets her hair fall. “Damn.”

Colleen leans in. “So, you wanna explain that, Az?”

Azzi sighs. “No actually. Next question. Shit—I have cheer later. Caroline and Ryan are gonna have my ass.”

She drops her head dramatically to the desk as her friends laugh around her.

That afternoon, Paige is stretching on the football field, lined up between Jalen and Jacob. They’re mid-conversation about the new 2K drop when Jalen leans forward and tilts his head.

“So… I’m assuming Friday night was fun.”

Paige raises an eyebrow. “Huh? I mean… yeah. The fair was cool. Nika’s after was fun.”

Jalen grins. “Nah. I mean with Azzi.”

Paige blinks, suddenly slightly defensive. “What about Azzi?”

Jacob smirks. “Bro, you might wanna invest in a scarf.”

Jalen gestures to the side of Paige’s neck. “Shawty lowkey a vampire though.”

Paige’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh my God.”

Jacob just laughs. “I know whatever’s on the other side gotta be worse.”

Paige turns red. “I’m gonna kill her.”

They laugh and start tossing around new nickname ideas for her.

At cheer practice, Azzi’s holding steady in the base position while their flyer, Maddie, preps to go up.

“Can you move your hair, Az? I need to see your grip.”

Azzi shakes her head, moving to sweep her hair over one shoulder.

Caroline and Ryan immediately freeze.

“Wait. Wait wait wait,” Ryan says. “I knew I wasn’t crazy this morning.”

Caroline gasps. “Azzi!”

Azzi winces. “Shut up. Oh my gosh.”

“You really let Paige get vampire privileges?” Ryan says, horrified and joking.

Caroline just grins. “Well, she was high as a kite Friday night, and her knight in shining armor was our star receiver sooo….”

Azzi buries her face in her hands.

Later, while rolling up mats, she slides over to them.

“Hypothetically,” she starts. “If you had a friend. And you saw someone flirt with them. Hypothetically after you hooked up. And hypothetically you got jealous… so you hypothetically revealed something…. on…. them to prove y’all hooked up yet the flirty person… hypothetically would that be… possessive?”

Both of them stopped in their tracks.

“WHAT?!” they said at the same time.

Caroline narrows her eyes. “Wait—so you and Paige hooked up? Like deadass?”

Ryan covers his mouth. “And then you got all possessive and shit cause someone was flirting with her?!”

Azzi fidgets. “Well yeah—but no. Because that’s a hypothetical situation.”

“Right,” Caroline says dryly. “Well, hypothetically… that means you like her.”

Ryan nods. “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

Azzi’s face is tinged with red. “Okay, I’m done. This conversation’s over.”

But inside, she knows it’s not. Not even close.

Because as practice ends and her phone buzzes with a new message from Paige — a casual “you wanna come over later?” — all Azzi can think about is how bad she wants to say yes.

And how much more complicated that yes is getting.

The locker room is buzzing with laughter, the smell of sweat and cheap body spray hanging in the air. Paige sits on the edge of the bench, hoodie still zipped, earbuds in—but not playing anything. She just doesn’t want to talk. Or explain. Or have anyone else ask “who did it”.

Even though everyone already knows.

Jalen flops down next to her, draping a towel over her shoulders. “So. You and Azzi, huh?”

Paige doesn’t look up. “Nothing’s going on.”

Jalen laughs. “Mmhmm. Tell that to the matching ‘curling iron marks’ you both tried to hide today.”

Paige’s jaw clenches. “It was just a weekend. Don’t make it a thing.”

Jalen leans back, arms crossed, something softer flashing behind his eyes. “I’m not trying to start anything. But you can’t act like that didn’t mean something and then pretend you’re fine. You’ve been off all practice. That’s not what we need right now P.”

Paige shoves her shoes into her bag a little too hard. “I said I’m good.”

Jalen watches her for a moment. “Aight.”

But the silence between them says otherwise.

At home, Paige lies on her bed, phone lighting up again and again.

💗: heyyy

Read 7:15 PM

💗: you good?

💗: i can come over still?

💗: if you want

💗: or not. idk. up to you.

💗: P???????

Read 7:36 PM

She stares at the messages but doesn’t respond. She wants to. God, she wants to. But something feels off now. Like a line was crossed, and it’s too late to step back, but too soon to keep going.

There’s a knock at the door.

Her dad peeks in. “Dinner’s ready. You okay?”

Paige nods without looking up. “Yeah.”

Meanwhile, Azzi is curled up on her bed, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, the silence in her room way too loud.

Colleen’s on FaceTime with her, lying upside down on her couch.

“You’re spiraling,” Colleen says bluntly, chewing on a french fry. “You’re doing that thing— where you overthink and overanalyze and think the worst even when nothing happened.”

Azzi exhales sharply. “She barely talked to me all day after school. She didn’t even answer my text after she asked me to hang with her. The fuck am I supposed to do with that?”

“Maybe she’s just tired. Or stressed.”

Azzi shakes her head. “No. It’s more than that. It’s like… we were up here,” she raises her arm above her head, “and now it’s like she dropped back to pretending we’re just friends. Like we didn’t even kiss. Like I didn’t literally leave like 5 fucking hickeys on her neck.”

Colleen stares. “Which, by the way, iconic. But yeah, that sucks.”

Azzi bites her lip. “I don’t want to be a mistake she pretends didn’t happen in the name of stress.”

There’s a pause.

“You’re not,” Colleen says gently.

Azzi’s voice cracks. “Then why does it feel like I am?”