#and this has been in my drafts for a month

[murtheringstake]

[skiesuconn]

never a dull moment with you

paige bueckers & azzi fudd യ notes: this has been in my drafts for way too long. anyways. let me know what you think. i kinda forgot the timeline, so don't come at me for that. but it's a little based on the ''mtv cribs'' ig story a few years ago. reactions are welcome

if there’s one thing about paige madison bueckers, it’s that she’s never shy about making azzi feel loved, loudly loved. even if that means being a little annoying. and especially if it means being a little annoying.

it’s been five years, 11 months, three days, and, like, 46-something seconds since paige accidentally fell for azzi fudd. don’t ask how she knows the exact number. she has a countdown on her ipad. she’s weirdly proud of it too, obviously.

maybe that explains the weird attachment to her ipad. it’s not just because of stats and game footage. but it’s mostly got her notes app, where she tracks every time azzi’s said “you're a dumbass” and every time she’s fake-threatened to dropkick paige if she didn’t get ice cream with her. both get the same amount of stars. five. she clearly loves annoying her girl.

azzi’s still. for once. fully at peace. her dark curls are still carrying that golden glow from earlier, saltwater and sunshine in the strands. her face, soft. calm. she’s using paige’s shirt as a pillowcase, claiming her actual pillow is “too scratchy for a princess.” paige doesn’t buy it. she calls bullshit, quietly. azzi knows it’s a bad lie, the kind a toddler would tell with too much confidence. but she doesn’t let paige win. not out loud. never has and never will.

she’s mid-page thirty-five. a chapter ending hanging over her head like thunder. she’s bracing herself for the literary version of a jump scare. and then, boom. betrayal. an elbow, soft but real, right to the ribs.

“ow! what the fuck, paige?”

it’s not that it hurt, it’s just the principle.

paige leans in, presses a kiss to her cheek like a band-aid, barely holding back a grin. “sorry,” she says, not even a little sorry.

“you’re not getting my attention,” azzi mutters, eyes back on her book, spine already bent in a way that pisses her off. she glares at it. gently. lovingly. 

but paige? she’s relentless. undefeated. especially in her favorite subject: azzi fudd.

and so, of course, here she goes again.

a blow to the ear. nothing. azzi didn’t even twitch. not even a tiny flinch. she didn’t blink, didn’t acknowledge it. so paige, ever the quick thinker, blinked twice for her, just to fill the silence. waited a beat. then blew another little puff of air into her ear. a little more pressure this time. still, no reaction. 

paige smirks, already knowing what’ll break her.

“az, don’t make me sing,” she warns, voice smooth like she knows what kind of chaos she’s about to unleash.

the second it comes up, azzi freezes. instant flashbacks, paige, off-key, relentless, singing outside her dorm like it was a concert no one was a fan of. except maybe for kk.

her hand hovers over the page of her book, ready to turn it, but not before paige sighs. once. dramatic. and then again, a second time, even more exaggerated.

azzi side-eyes her. doesn’t even look up. buries her face further into the book, pretending this is a lost cause.

paige, on the other hand, lays back, arms stretched out, thinking. brows furrowed as she brainstorms her last-ditch effort. and then, an idea clicks. she smiles, mischievous, as she locks in her plan. here she goes.

she shifts in her sleeping bag, her hair a chaotic mess, still in that messy bun, the one that somehow looks cute no matter how disheveled. her glasses are on, still perched on her nose, for no good reason at all. she's not the one reading, but that’s never stopped her. she inches closer to azzi, invading every inch of her personal space, like she owns it.

with a mischievous grin, she presses the side of her head to azzi’s, just for the sake of it. too close, too loud, she says, “whatcha readin' ” a little too loud, a little too bold.

azzi,  doesn’t even look up. “how to ignore your girlffriend. i’m on step 3.”

paige lets out a laugh, loud and full of life. “well, you clearly failed, didn’t you?”

azzi sighs, shutting her book with a soft shff, like the book exhaled with her. the faint breeze stirs her curls, a halo of soft, frizzed patience. she closes her eyes, counts to 3 like it might keep her from launching paige across the tent.

paige’s fingers are dragging lazy shapes on azzi’s arm, soft, aimless, annoying. azzi doesn’t move, just glances down. of course paige is already looking up at her, all mischief and no shame.

azzi swears paige makes her feel younger. mostly from the constant chaos. paige thinks she’s aging azzi five years a day. probably not wrong.

but really, everyone needs someone unserious-serious. someone who eats slim jims and apple slices at 6am like that’s a personality trait. someone like paige.

azzi hits her with the look. deadpan. “move your ass, big head.”

paige grins like she just won something and shuffles closer, no shame, until they’re fully squished together. human tetris. she drags a hand over azzi’s hip, then up her shoulder, just to be annoying.

“i need to tell you a lil sum,” paige whispers, fake serious.

azzi sighs, head landing on her bicep. “this better not be dumb.”  it’s definitely gonna be dumb.

paige breathes in, out, all slow and methodical like she’s lining up for a free throw. azzi rolls her eyes but can’t hide the grin creeping up.

then, just to throw paige off, azzi threads her fingers through hers, thumb brushing the side of paige’s pinkie. it’s subtle, but she knows it gets to her.

paige’s eyes are locked on azzi’s, those big gold-brown eyes that could probably steal the sun, and she leans in, real close, whispering like it's the most casual thing in the world: “i’m in love-love with you.”

and azzi? she already knows. she hears it every day, loud as hell, so loud paige might as well start putting it on a t-shirt. she kind of already does. azzi just shrugs, looking right back at her with that smug grin. “i’m in love with you too, idiot.”

azzi leans in, presses her lips to paige’s, and god, she can taste that slimmjim from this morning. she pulls back a little, smiling like she’s just been hit with the worst possible thing.

“just when i thought your morning breath couldn’t get worse, it totally did.”

paige’s jaw literally drops. she’s shocked, devastated, not really, but she plays it up. fake annoyance, eyebrows raised. “rude.” but she’s already smiling.

azzi doesn’t let her off the hook though. “you’re not funny,” she says, trying to sound serious but can’t help the laugh bubbling up.

paige smirks, all cocky, "how come you laugh every time then?"

“get your eyes checked,” azzi shoots back, like it’s nothing. like it’s everything.

paige narrows her eyes. “i literally just did, az.”

azzi rolls her eyes, grabbing paige’s glasses off her face. “right, okay,” she mutters, and slides them onto her own face. they’re huge on her, the frames way too wide, and she can barely see a thing. she squints, peering at paige with exaggerated confusion.

“you got like 5 ears and 2 noses’”

paige snorts. “close enough’’ paige thinks if azzi remembers all the moments that led to her needing stronger glasses

and yeah, azzi does. she remembers paige mistaking a mannequin for her at american eagle and gently saying “babe?” like it was normal. the workers still talk about it. she remembers how paige squints at the tv from five feet away until azzi gives in and bumps the subtitles up to grandma-size. she also knows paige still can’t pronounce jewelry. not really related. except it kinda is. they really just move different.

“god, you were a mess without them,” azzi teases. “should get you a guide dog’”

paige gasps, dramatic as hell. “don’t do me like that, az.” but azzi doesn’t need to answer. her eyes do it for her, like they always do. and if there’s one thing about azzi’s eyes, it’s that they don’t lie. never have. not about paige. not about how her ass is cute, even when her mouth says otherwise.

"okay, fine. maybe just a really good pair of glasses," azzi quips, slipping the glasses back on paige's face.

paige rolls her eyes. “you ain’t funny”

the blonde squints at her, blue eyes locked onto azzi’s big brown ones. there’s a familiar gleam there, teasing, smug, just about ready to stir up shit.

“you know what’s real funny,” paige starts, voice low but already grinning.

“hmmm?” azzi says, knowing whatever’s about to come out of paige’s mouth is gonna be stupid. on purpose. like clockwork.

“you talk a lot for someone who wears ankle socks.”

azzi blinks. rolls her eyes, but the dimples give her away. “i literall—”

“—in slides?” paige cuts in, already smug. “bright pink ones.” because of course. it’s azzi fudd.

azzi doesn’t even blink. she fires back, deadpan, “you literally eat slim jims first thing in the morning.”

paige shrugs, totally unbothered. “‘s all protein.”

like that’s a valid excuse. her fingers are now resting on azzi’s waist, slow and casual, tracing those sun-kissed stretch marks like she’s reading a map only she understands. they remind her of jupiter. rings, lines, patterns. beautiful. soft. infinite. like art.

azzi’s eyes flick up, gaze landing on that mosquito bite on paige’s shoulder, the one she told her to stop scratching two days ago. “you think we’re gonna be like this when we’re old?”

paige doesn’t even miss a beat. “old or not, i’m still dropping threes on your ass.”

azzi raises a brow. not amused. not even a little bit. “i meant like, annoying each other.”

and something in paige shifts. her eyes soften. her smile deepens, spreads wide across her face like she doesn’t have control over it. “babe, i’m never gonna stop annoying the shit outta you.”

azzi breaks. she smiles so hard her eyes disappear, scrunching more than her cheeks. she leans in, places a kiss on paige’s lips. warm. unhurried. both of their lips wet now, like it’s the only way they know how to shut each other up.

paige’s fingers never left her waist. still tracing. still adoring. she lowers her head and kisses one of those stretch marks, soft as ever. sacred. like she means it.

azzi leans back slow, paige’s glasses sliding crooked down her nose, fingers adjusting them like she’s stepping into character. except it’s azzi fudd in bright pink ankle socks and a stare that could fry paige on sight.

she hums, voice all light. “can you see me?”

paige doesn’t blink. “nope. i see tim.” deadpan. smooth. too smooth. she’s fighting a smile like her life depends on it.

azzi tilts further back, curls spilling across the pillow they now legally co-own. “what about now?”

paige squints real hard, exaggerating it. “yep. still tim. but like…  hot tim.”

azzi snorts, her dimple popping in that way that makes paige lose track of literally anything else. she leans forward and carefully pushes the glasses back on paige’s face, two fingers on the bridge, slow like she’s done this a thousand times. and she kinda has.

paige bumps their knees together, then grins like a fool. “you got a crush on me or somethin’?” she says it with the same energy as a kid pulling pigtails on the playground.

azzi doesn’t even blink. “you’re literally two days old.”paige gasps. “three actually”

they’re close now. too close. skin pressed against skin under the blanket they swore would fit two people.the pillow smells like azzi’s hair, floral and warm, like that body mist paige secretly sprayed on her hoodie that one time. the corner of the sleeping bag is digging into paige’s side, but she doesn’t move. wouldn’t dare. azzi’s hand is resting low on her stomach, thumb tracing lazy little circles.

azzi’s voice comes out low, playful, soft enough to land straight in paige’s chest. “you’re lucky you’re cute. your jokes suck.”

paige raises a brow, all mock offense and full-smirk. “you just got bad taste.”

azzi rolls her eyes, shifts just a little, lips barely an inch from paige’s ear now. “yeah, in women apparently.”

paige gasps. “you fuckin’ with me?”

azzi thinks, well, yes and also no. ““yyy-no,” her dimples blinding paige.

paige groans. “aight, goodnight,” faking her annoyance.

azzi laughs, “babe, i didn’t mean it.”

paige softens almost instantly, but still rolls her eyes with a smile.

paige’s fingers are in azzi’s curls, the strands still shaped like sleep and soft wind. they spring back gently when she lets go, like even her hair is slow to leave her. her scalp smells like coconut and the grass they laid in earlier, a little sun, a little sweat. it’s dizzying. paige rests her forehead against azzi’s neck, quiet and still, like she’s trying to remember something she used to know by heart.

azzi’s back curves into her like instinct. her shoulders gone syrup-soft, like they’d melted from bone to belief. paige’s chest against her spine. no space left. just warm skin, cotton, and want.

then,

paige leans in, lips grazing just under azzi’s ear. warm breath. slow. then lower, to the slope of her neck. collarbone.

a kiss. another.

her lips are plush, sun-warmed, a little dry from earlier but still wet from their kiss from earlier, but gentle like they know they’re being watched by the universe.

azzi hums, “mmmm.”

like she’s tasting something sweet. like the sound was pulled straight from her ribs.

paige smiles into her skin. “that a good mmm or a go-away mmm?”

azzi doesn’t answer, just hums again, softer this time, drawn out. her fingers reach behind her, brushing paige’s thigh, slow and distracted, like she forgot she was doing it.

paige keeps going. both hands now. slow circles on azzi’s back, like she’s drawing invisible maps to places they haven’t touched yet. her palms drag warm over cotton, thumbs pressing down between her shoulder blades, easing tension she didn’t even know was there.

the skin beneath is hot. not just warm, hot like it’s storing the whole day’s sunlight. she feels the shape of muscle under softness. the slope and dip of her. she wants to memorize it all.

when her fingers finally slip under azzi’s shirt, the touch shifts, bare to bare.

her fingertips are calloused in patches, basketball years worn into her. but they move like water, tracing the leftover round bruises from cupping therapy. soft, reverent. she presses into them gently, not to heal, just to say i care.

azzi’s breath catches. “you okay?” “mmm.”

paige chuckles, voice low, almost velvet. “you gotta start using real words eventually.”

azzi shifts slightly, her hand now resting over paige’s forearm, holding her there. grounding her now.

“this is my real word.”

and her voice is quiet but steady, honey-smooth.

paige kisses the side of her neck again. “kay. then mmm means don’t stop?”

azzi hums again. this time it’s lower. more yes than anything ever written down.

azzi shifts, turns just enough to look paige in the face. into her kind, blue eyes and the freckles that bloom in june, almost shy. she mouths a quiet thank you, and kisses her, gentle and full. her head finds its place again, right where it belongs, nestled against paige’s neck, arms tucked in, safe.

azzi coughs once.

“bro,” paige says immediately, like it’s a code red.

“you’re sick already” azzi grumbles. “don’t start.”

paige tries to deny it, to form a sentence that proves otherwise. but she’s got nothing. it’s true. azzi’s laying on her chest, their legs messily tangled like vines that never cared about neatness.

paige exhales a quiet, “babyy.”

nothing.

“azziiii,” she drags it out, before slipping her hand down to tickle azzi’s side.

it earns her a real laugh from the younger girl. the kind that hits her chest first, then spills out. the one paige mentally bookmarks every time. she’d loop that sound forever if she could. still, nothing beats hearing it live, not even close.

paige kisses the crown of azzi’s curls. voice low. reverent. “i love you, beautiful,”

azzi kisses her cheek and sinks deeper into her chest, eyes fluttering. she finds paige’s hand and weaves their fingers together. “i love you too, fatass,” she whispers.

in azzi fudd’s dictionary, that’s high praise.

paige grins so wide it’s practically a moonrise. “what was that?” even though she absolutely heard it.

azzi doesn’t miss a beat. “i said i love you, fatass.”

“you love my fat ass?” paige teases, dramati c.

azzi doesn’t respond. just shifts again, nestling into the crook of paige’s arm like it was carved for her. paige runs her thumb along azzi’s knuckles where their hands tangle. smooth skin. firm hold.

paige’s arm is numb, but warm under azzi’s weight. she reaches past her, swats at a mosquito. “fuck outta here,” she mumbles, the lamp hot against her fingers.

azzi’s already out, soft breath, parted lips, skin smelling like cheap coconut and lavender. she always says she’ll stop buying that lotion. paige hopes she never does.

her hand finds azzi’s back, drags slow and steady down the curve of it. just once, like a promise. her thoughts, loud a moment ago, settle all at once. everything softens.

she thinks about how tomorrow the pillow will smell like both of them. how it’s gonna be five years, eleven months, and four days since she fell in love with azzi. since she knew.

the number should be staggering, but it isn’t. it’s grounding.

she smiles, just barely, at the thought of forever, the one they promised each other when everything still felt too big to hold. it doesn’t scare her now. the idea that it’ll be kept. that it already is.

that settles into her body too. slowly. from her legs to her chest. it’s comforting in the way only love that’s stayed can be.

and then, finally, she lets go. sleep pulls her under.

with her eye mask on, of course.

[trashburgersblair]

oooo ok!

Soooo the "trash" part was because I made a tumblr and ao3 account in the middle of a breakdown so I felt kind of like trash. "burger" is actually a nickname my mom has for me irl! I'm still pretty fond of it but I don't use it online at all so I don't really know why I put it in my user... but oh well. and Blair is my name! Or my online name. I've been through a few phases of online names Ash (thought it soused cool) -> Sapphire (thought it sounded cool) -> Blair. Blair was originally the name of an oc I had. She was an incompetent demon princess from hell and was 100% a self insert of tiny 11 year old me who really should not have been on the internet. I don't really think about Blair much, I never did anything with her as an oc other than draw her a few times. Maybe I don't think about her because she is like a part of 11 year old me who still didn't know who it was. idk. But Blair as part an online name has stuck around, and even though I have a few more names that feel a bit more right than Blair I still keep it around I'm still fond of it. and uh yeah. smash it all together and you get trashburgersblair, yayy. I've actually been thinking about changing my username for a while, but I don't know what I would change it to...

uhh tags yes. @thegreatgaydragon @kaithegremlin @ifthestarsarewilling @ everyone else in the world who wants to play along

my god I entirely forgot to post this. This has been sitting in my drafts completed for months. so uh. sorry

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[ashleyslorens]

Les Misérables (2012) dir. Tom Hooper The Fallen Angel (1847) by Alexandre Cabanel

[ieirially]

Meow.

Fluff stsg

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Cat sato! who follows and patiently waits outside geto’s apartment every morning waiting for him to bring his usual treats.

Cat sato! whose ears flutter when he licks the wet mixture (even though he prefers proper canned cat food, probably the ripest) from the plastic sachet.

Cat sato! who licks geto’s hands instead of the sachet at times just to get him to pet the top of his head.

Cat sato! Who follows geto to his study centre and waits outside until he comes back even if it takes hours on end

Cat sato! Who is a fluffy white maine coon who looks too expensive to be following a student who lives in a tiny studio apartment

Cat sato! Who gets a lot of pets from strangers. Yet scratches and hisses at them when they try take him home

Cat sato! Who has quite the reputation in the street for being ungrateful

Cat sato! Who runs away from all the houses hes been adopted by just to end up at suguru’s doorstep again

Cat sato! Who one day follows geto all the way into the reception of the apartment. He looks at geto with his bewildering ocean eyes and lets out his sweetest meow.

Cat sato! Who is happy with the sudden change of heart that suguru did not take the elevator today and follows him up 4 flights of stairs.

Cat sato! Who looks at geto with the most baby eyes until he finally lets him in and places a bowl of water.

Cat sato! Who does not touch the water until suguru pours proper chilled bottled water in it

Cat sato! Who is let in with the intention of “keeping him safe for a few days until i find him a safer family”

days turned into weeks then months.

Safe to say cat!sato is a full time resident of the apartment now terrorising every mailman and lizard in sight.

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First stsg drabble from the drafts. Im not a furry i swear.

English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistake I’ve made. If I’ve accidentally offended anyone or made any harmful statement in my work please do let me know.

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[c4hr4yz3e]

George Clarkey Dating a Law Student Headcannons

This is shit, but it's been sitting in my drafts for months and I felt like posting something. If yall have any specific ones you'd like to see like George dating a ___ student or George dating ___ profession, feel free send me a request!! I did get a few requests in - I will start working on these after my uni exams!

Warnings: I think like 1 swear, 2 slightly NSFW prompt but nothing too explicit, shit formatting :D

George Clarkey x Fem!Reader

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He is always bragging about you. He thinks you’re such a kind-hearted, hard-working person and isn’t afraid to tell the entire world.

“Yeah, my missus is studying law. Oh, she’s incredible."

He is not afraid for anyone to know how whipped he is for you.

We know how up-to-date and interested he is in what his sister studied/es, so he's absolutely the same for you, if not more. Best believe he always remembers what you're studying at any given time, and remembers little tidbits of everything.

Brings you snacks, tea, and coffee when you’re studying late or doing assignments because he wants to make sure you’re eating and drinking enough.

If you go to the bathroom or just step out to do something, he'll refill your mug so you have a fresh cup when you get back.

If you've been having a stressful time and he's streaming, he'll go check on you every couple of hours to make sure you're okay. ("Hang on chat, I gotta go check on my girl real quick.")

You guys often make dinner together, considering it one of your 'couple traditions'. But whenever one of you is busy, the other surprises them with dinner. Mid study session he'll pop his head through the door like "Dinner'll be up in about 15 minutes, lovey. Finish up for a bit and come eat with me?"

You don't even have to be working - you could be curled up in bed for a lazy evening and movie. He'll slip away mid-movie without a word and come back half an hour later with a warm meal, a bottle of wine, and a sweet treat for dessert. He LOVES acts of service, and doesn't expect any praise or acknowledgement from them. He almost views them as a 'non-neogotiable'; the George Clarke Package just includes it and he will hear no arguments.

Is genuinely super interested in your work and your day. Every night during dinner he’ll ask about your day and listen intently while you go through it all.

He’ll sit and listen while you think out loud when working through legal problems. Won't try and interrupt (unless you ask, of course) - he just lets you have your moment. How your mind works absolutely fascinates him. Definitely smiles to himself unconsciously when you have your 'ah-ha' moment

100% would roleplay being your client or something if it helped you, even if he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He’d probably insist on making up different characters and giving them different accents.

“Where is my character from?”

“It doesn’t really matter, honey. You’re just a generic person.”

“This character kind of sounds like an arsehole... French it is.”

Yes, it makes it more difficult to do the task with a straight face, but he loves making you smile.

“George, did you know that you legally cannot steal a pigeon?” “…Darling on a completely unrelated note, how would you feel about a pet?”

Will check on you while you’re studying to make sure you’re having breaks.

“Come have a cup of tea with me, love. You deserve a little break.”

Drives him insane when you study with a messy bun and one of his hoodies. And if you wear glasses? God help this man

Absolute study buddy king. Helps you with flashcards, quizzes, the whole nine yards. He does try to make it more lighthearted, because that is his nature, but if you really need him to he will knuckle down and be serious.

If you do a quiz, 10/10 will be Game Show Host George. Half the time you have to convince him not to break out the rainbow sequin suit he (for some reason) owns.

Definitely tries to turn it into cheeky drinking or strip games, but he reads you like a book and knows whether you're in the right frame of mind for that. Would never presssure you into anything, but he may encourage you to unwind and enjoy yourself a little, particularly if you've been stressed recently.

I cannot stress this enough; he is so proud of you. He knows how stressful of an industry it is, and if you’re putting yourself through university he just admires you that much more. You genuinely inspire him to work hard and achieve his goals (and he is not afraid to tell you or anyone else this).

He remembers a random tidbits of what you tell him. Like he’d definitely be with his friends and they’d say something incorrect or inaccurate, and he just has an “Erm, actually☝️🤓” moment in his signature cocky sort of way. (he kind of loves showing off that he remembers things)

Already campaigning for you to be a consultant of some sort for the podcast.

George: "She'd be pefect, honestly. We gotta hire her."

Max: "I am really not the person to be talking to about this."

George: "But then we'd be able to work together!"

You: "I'm not even registered yet, George."

George: "But when you are, boom! Immediate job! Not that you'd need help getting one but surely working on the world's best podcast would be great on the ol resume, eh?"

Max: "Ah yes, because of all the legal problems we experience on a daily basis?"

George: "Well with the shit we talk about, wouldn't be surprised if something comes up one of these days."

Absolutely invites you on YouTube Court, and just sits back and watches with the biggest smile as you deliver the most air-tight and well researched defences to the most ridiculous cases ever. Proud Boyfriend George moment. His subscribers LOVE you - George is flooded with comments and DM's asking for you to come back.

Does his judge costume from YouTube Court get used outside the videos? Perhaps. Cause let's be real, he'd be down to clown in some wacky roleplays just for shits and giggles, even if it's only for a little bit. Knowing him, he'd make some dumb, joking comment when the cameras stop rolling and it just progresses from there.

George: "So, missy. You know disrespecting the judge is a criminal offence, and I feel it's only fair to impose a punishment. Do you have anything to say for yourself before his Honour teaches you a lesson?"

Stephen: "George, we're all still here, you haven't left the Discord call yet, ya twat."

Maybe gets a little bit dejected sometimes. As much as he adores his job, he gets a bit worried that you secretly want someone who is doing something more than YouTube and content creation. But you always assure him his achievements are just as important as yours, if not more, and he’s the one for you. You're endlessly proud of him.

You definitely get on really well with ArthurTV. Being an ex-lawyer, he loves being able to give you tips and help you out. He definitely reads your papers. Not even necessarily to proofread them (although he will: "I just highlighted a couple of minor typos") or anything, he just finds them fascinating.

He definitely organises date nights, both spontaneous and planned (after consulting your shared calendar, of course). He likes to find the cutest and chilliest things for you guys to do; think mini-golf, arcading, and movie marathons. He also loves adventuring around with you to find new spots to try.

I reckon he’d put something in the calendar a week or two in advance like “Date Night <3” so it gives you time to organise yourself. But he never pressures you if you are too busy. Or organises things wayy in advance as post-exam treats or something.

George is a spontaneous guy though, so if either of you are ever free, best believe he’s taking you out or ordering takeout for a relaxing night in. After a long day, he'd message something like, "Just seen a new Italian placed opened up a few streets away. Care for a bite?"

I fully believe that you'd submit an assignment or get a good grade back and he'd immediately crank the music in the flat for an inpromtu dance-party. 10/10 ends in a sweet old-timey dance where he's spinning and dipping you around the living room before you both collapse in a fit of laughter and you order dinner. (Your pick of food, of course.)

"I'm sorry to tell you poppet, but you can't admitted as a lawyer. You know they don't allow criminals."

"I'm not a criminal?"

"You are - you're a thief!"

"???"

"You've stolen my heart."

"Oh my days."

For some reason, he just kind of assumes that you read the Terms and Conditions on absolutely everything.

"Oh yeah? Well my girlfriend's a lawyer, and she'll sue your ass!" (he says this a LOT. no matter how many times you try to correct him)

If something happens when you go out, like the boys get bombarded or followed by fans or something, ask them to leave. If it's really bad, and you have to throw in like a "Don't make me press charges for harassment," #proudboyfriendgeorge is just standing across from you like "Yes slayy girl queen! Serving absolute professional-lawyer-puss over 'ere!" (he's a bit drunk atp)

"Y/n, Simon murdered me via Among Us. Can I press charges?"

When you graduate, you best believe he's in the closest row possible with the biggest bouquet of flowers ever.

Definitely has a lil something to remind him of you on his Useless Hotline desk. It'd be something subtle like a lego car you guys built together, or a gift you bought him.

If Max asks you to come on the podcast, George is so excited. George normally sits next to Max when they have a podcast guest. Not when you're there. He's right beside you, hand resting on your thigh just out of camera shot, smiling lovingly as Max asks you about your degree and life with George.

All in all, he's so proud of you and loves telling anyone who will listen that his lady is a badass lawyer.

[peachiejeongin]

stray kids when you come out | ot8

synopsis: stray kids reacting when you come out to them. pairing: ot8!skz x lgbtq!reader genre: fluff! warnings: mentions of anxiety notice: hello, my loves! happy pride month! i know all of the stray kids members would be absolute sweethearts when you come out to them, so i drafted these little head cannons! depending on what you identify as, you can read this as a platonic or romantic pairing! without further ado, enjoy! :)

✧ bang chan

— "thank you for trusting me." your entire psyche felt relieved as bang chan immediately gave you the softest smile known to mankind and pulled you into a big, gentle, and warm hug. you knew coming out to chan would not be an issue in the slightest; he had always been such a caring, sweet person, and this reaction furthermore proved that. "i'm so proud of you, y'know that?" he rhetorically asked. "i know coming out can be scary." you chuckled, nodding into his chest; he briefly pulled away from the hug, asking if you needed anything— if you wanted to talk more, celebrate, or just chill together for the rest of the day. when you told him you just wanted to hang out for a little while longer, he nodded, the smile still plastered onto his face. "whatever you need. you can always come to me with anything."

✧ lee know

— "as if i didn't already know that" minho lightly joked, trying to bring humor to your anxious state as you came out to him. when your eyebrow arched, he chuckled. "y/n, we've known each other for how long? i'm going to know these types of things." he tried to play it cool in the typical lee know fashion, but you could see the softness behind his eyes. he stepped forward and ruffled your hair lightly, a sign to let you know everything was okay. you let out a sigh you did not even know you had breathed in before nodding, thanking minho for his reassurance. later in the night, minho checked up on you, bringing you your favorite snack and sitting with you in a comfortable quietude. "i appreciate you telling me, by the way, no matter if i knew or not. i'll always accept you for who you are."

✧ changbin

— "wait, are you okay?" changbin asks genuinely, taking you aback slightly before he continued. "like, how do you feel? are you nervous? happy? should we celebrate? do i need to beat up anyone who was mean to you?" you laughed intensely, telling changbin that you were okay, you were a mix of nervous and happy, and that no beating up was required. changbin is basically in full-on hype man mode when you come out to him; he is so, and i mean so, proud and supportive of you, and he might even tear up a bit because of how much pride he feels in his heart for you. later in the night, you chuckled as you viewed his Instagram story, a simple "happy pride month!" with a selfie of him holding a pride flag. you texted him shortly, thereafter, thanking him for being so supportive, to which his reply came only seconds later. "no need to thank me silly. supporting you is my life's work."

✧ hyunjin

— "oh my gosh, really?!" hyunjin gasps dramatically, smiling wide and pulling you into a tight hug. "i am so, so proud of you! and you are so valid and loved, and so much more!!!" hyunjin's support, although a bit dramatic, makes you feel overjoyed; you had been planning on coming out to him for a while now, and you figured with it being pride month that it was the perfect time to do so. now that you had, you felt immense relief that you did not have to feel like you were keeping a secret from him anymore. as soon as hyunjin breaks away from the hug, he wants to know everything. how are you feeling? how can he support you? what colors do you want to wear for a pride festival he is now spontaneously taking you to? honestly, hyunjin is the type of person who, after you come out to him, paints a portrait of you shrouded in your respective flag's colors. when he shows it to you, he beams, claiming it is the best work he has ever done. "it's because it shows you in your entirety, and there's nothing more beautiful than that."

✧ han

— he's silent. a bit too silent for the han you had come to know and love; it worried you slightly, but not for too long as han is immediately wrapping you tightly in his arms. "i've gotcha. i support you, always." you can finally breathe now, circling your arms around him just as snuggly and interpreting his previous silence as just trying to comprehend the information. shortly after, he starts bombarding you with questions—not in a nosy way, but out of genuine curiosity—like how long you have known about your identity, what exactly it means, etc. naturally, he will also start to humor the mood slightly with a plethora of jokes and puns. "so...does this mean we can share our hot celebrity crush lists now or..." you lightly smack him on the arm, to which he affirms he was just joking. he suggests celebrating the occasion by just spending the night in; after all, coming out on its own was probably already taxing enough, he thought. later, as you are lost in a random tv show, han speaks up. "about earlier, in all seriousness, i know that took courage, so i'm really proud of you. i'm glad you told me."

✧ felix

— "thank you for sharing that with me," felix says as he takes both of your hands in his, looking you dead in the eyes with a thoughtful, comforting gaze and matching smile. "you are so valid and so amazing; i hope you know that," he continues, bringing joyful tears to your eyes. felix is an absolute sweetheart when you come out to him, making it his sole mission to be your number one supporter. in an instant, this sunshine ray is ordering pride flag stickers off of etsy, or making you a small gift that matches your identity colors—or both. probably both, to be honest. felix definitely believes the occasion calls for baking together to celebrate, so he has his brownie recipe at the ready, prepared to spend the night munching down chocolate in celebration of you. midway through baking, as the brownies are warming up in the oven, felix wraps you in a tight back-hug, smiling brightly. "i'll always love you just as you are. remember that for me."

✧ seungmin

— "okay. cool!" seungmin says after nodding. he is incredibly nonchalant about you coming out; he does not want to make it some grand spectacle, mainly for your comfort, but also because he is just not that type of person. although he has a minimal outward reaction, you notice that he is extra gentle and thoughtful in little ways afterwards. for example, he quietly reminds you throughout the night that he is proud of you, perhaps while you both are just sitting in silence. he also shows his support in small ways, like keeping a sticker of your respective flag in his wallet or going to pride events with you. overall, seungmin is quieter about it, but he also reminds you that he does not think of you any differently in the slightest. "you're still y/n. no matter what you identify as, you're still my idiot."

✧ jeongin

— "really?! that's...actually really cool!" bless him. jeongin's eyes get all wide and sparkly as you come out, breaking into the brightest beam known to the universe. he is not overly loud or dramatic about it, but you can clearly see the excitement bubbling in his eyes. he is a bit awkward about it, but so genuine and sweet nevertheless; he tries his hardest to be a safe space for you, and he totally succeeds at it. he starts sending you cute memes or edits pertaining to your identity on social media apps, or he will edit a photo of you two together with your pride colors. additionally, he always reassures you that what you identify as will not change your dynamic in the slightest. "you're still my favorite person ever; you're just even cooler now!"

🏷️~ @amararosesblog @velvetmoonlght (DM/Inbox to be added!)

[ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ? ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ, ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴀ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ!]

[demie90s]

MASTERLIST PT.2

NAVIGATION (Much Easier)

MASTERLIST PT.1

{ WBB & WNBA IMAGINES }

(Pink & Black Edition🖤🩷)

{ l hate a weak!reader with y/n cringe moments. My readers never soft. They crash outs. We pissed. Nah I'm playing but enjoy}

~~~~~~~~~~~~~LSU~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Flaujae x You

• This ain't just a chain

→ She let you wear it once. Now it's yours. On your neck during warmups. In the studio. At press. The chain with her initial on it.

• Dirty South, Deeper Love

You’re a rising southern rapper from Baton Rouge, all iced grills and slow-burning confidence. She’s never touched a basketball, but she’s made a name spitting heat—and people keep comparing her to Flau’jae.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~PHOENIX MERCURY~~~~~~~~~~~~

Diana Taurasi x You

• Tweets with Tequila and Don

→ You’re a little tipsy, a little too bold, and a little too obsessed with WNBA legend Diana Taurasi. One night, the tequila talks—and your Twitter fingers get reckless.

• Say Less, Pt.2

→ You weren’t born a prodigy. You were overlooked, counted out, told to try another sport before you even had a chance to believe in yourself. But when you came back, you came back different.

• Just Read the Line, Dee

→ You force a very grumpy, very confused Diana to do a TikTok trend.“we listen and we don’t judge”. Diana’s not feeling it—at first.

• Candy

Diana doesn't do TikToks. She doesn't dance. Doesn't act. Doesn't play around... until you came into the picture. Somehow, you convince her to do the "Candy Remix" challenge.

Britney Griner x You

Natasha Cloud x You

• 2 Kills, 1 Vlog

→ You’re not a pro baller, but you’re hella known—YouTube, IG, TikTok, the works. And today? You’re linking up with your longtime “friend” Natasha Cloud.

• Soft Launch

→ Natasha Cloud is bold on court, loud on social, but private where it matters. You? You’re the reason.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SEATTLE STORM ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sue Bird x You

• Not So Lowkey

→ You and Sue have been keeping things quiet. You’re a rookie, she’s Sue Bird, and no one needs the media or the team blowing things up. But one casual date night—hoodie, hat, sushi—and the WNBA internet loses its mind after someone posts a blurry pic.

• Control Issues

→ You’re a cocky, arrogant, mouthy star on the court—a guaranteed draft pick with an ego that stretches baseline to baseline. No one can check you, emotionally or physically. But then Sue Bird walks into your practice.

• Two Years Too Patient

→ You’ve been mentored by Sue for two years. Respectfully. Quietly. Obsessively. But tonight, after one too many looks and just enough skin, you stop pretending you can wait any longer.

• Dog Off the Leash

→ You’re the rising star in Indiana—raw talent, zero filter, always one comment away from a fine. Legends like Sue and Diana were only brought in to help “tame” you. First mistake. You don’t do tame.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~USC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Juju Watkins x You

• Caught Slippin’ (But Make It Cute)

→ You’re that influencer—pretty, unserious, and always online. Thirsting over Juju Watkins for months on your socials, convinced she’d never actually see any of it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~U of I ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Caitlin Clark x You

• She’s Only Sweet to Me

→ You’re that girl—model-pretty, sharp-tongued, New York raised with a mouth that could make a ref cry. Caitlin’s the only one who gets a different version of her.

• Shameless Rivalry Part 2

→ It started with a viral interview. Asked for your top 5 celebrity crushes, you answered without hesitation—Paige Bueckers and Caitlin Clark, tied for #1.

• What You Need

You and Caitlin Clark share a dorm. She has a boyfriend—Connor. But you’ve been in her space too long, too close, too bold.

Kate Martin x You

• Quiet Meets Chaos

→ Kate Martin is the WNBA's soft-spoken sweetheart-talented, calm, and loyal to her routines. You're the city's most unfiltered "It Girl".

• She’s Not Me

→ Kate Martin’s doing her best to be loyal—to smile through the dinners, take the photos, and pretend she doesn’t hear your voice every time she closes her eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~UCONN~~~~~~~~~~~~

Paige Bueckers x You

• That Doesn’t Stop the Show

→ You and Paige were a secret, quiet thing. But when things ended, they ended. You didn’t speak on it—not until the heartbreak turned into lyrics.

• She Got That Dog In Her

→ You’re known in the underground dance scene for tearing through freestyle battles like it’s personal. Paige is known for being one of the most composed players in college hoops. But when she shows up to your Red Bull-style comp and loses all chill…

• Call Her Guard(ian)

→ You’re used to attention. You’re famous, pretty, and constantly photographed—but not every kind of attention is wanted. One night out turns uncomfortable fast when some guy won’t take a hint.

• She Don’t Even Talk to Us Like That

→ The team’s doing a lighthearted post-practice video segment—favorite moments caught on camera. Until Paige pulls out a private video of reader singing to her while she’s half-asleep in bed.

• Shameless Rivalry

→ It started with a viral interview. Asked for your top 5 celebrity crushes, you answered without hesitation—Paige Bueckers and Caitlin Clark, tied for #1.

• Onto You

→ She’s Paige Bueckers—UConn’s golden girl. Lights follow her everywhere she goes. And me? I’m just a face in the crowd.

Azzi Fudd x You

• 10 Things I Hate About You

→ Everyone loves Azzi. She’s sunshine, discipline, pure gold with a jumper. And you? You’re the complete opposite.

Nika Muhl x You

• How Much Was It?

It starts as a joke TikTok trend. Nika mouths “So how much was it?” and you, the rich, soft-launching menace you are, casually reply “$15,000.” You try to keep a straight face. Really.

• Still Mad. Still Yours. , Part 2

→ Nika messed up. Nothing unforgivable-but enough to leave you quiet, closed-off, and ice-cold in your own penthouse. What she doesn't know is you forgave her the minute she apologized.

Kk Arnold’s x You

Whole Team x You

• Coach, I Swear It Was an Accident (It Wasn't)

→ You've been testing Geno's patience since the moment you stepped on UConn's campus. You're talented, unbothered, and just enough of a smartass to keep your scholarship hanging by a thread. But deep down, you're his favorite headache.

• I Don’t Know How to Wish Anymore

→ You’ve always been the glue—the light, the calm, the one who makes the team laugh and makes Geno’s life easier. But what they don’t see is how lonely it feels to be strong all the time.

• Where the Hell Is She?

→ Reader’s always around. Always clinging to someone, stretched out across a teammate’s lap, braiding hair during film. But today? She’s gone.

• Don’t Get Comfortable

→ During a joint scrimmage with another top program, reader shows out. Cool, confident, hitting shots like it’s nothing—and naturally, the other team starts noticing. Compliments turn to flirting. A few players get a little too bold.

• Dance Break, Baby

→ They did not know she could dance like that. When halftime rolls around and reader hits the court in full glam with a majorette squad or professional dancers at her back, the team loses their minds.

• Not One Damn Was Given

→ Reader throws hands on the court after a player body-slams her teammate. Fists fly. The team’s in shock. Hours later, reader hits IG Live and drags the other team with career-ending energy.

• She’s Always Been That Girl

• Halftime Unleashed

→ At halftime of a heated UConn game, the big screen surprises everyone by cutting to locker room footage of the women bonding.

• Bleed Blue…Literally

→ Everyone knew #17 was fine. What they didn't know— at first-was that she's covered in ink under that uniform.

• She Plays For Us

→ You are fine, flirty, and a little too good at everything-on and off the court. When UConn plays USC, things get heated fast.

• Micd Up & Outta Pocket

→ UConn vs LSU. The lights are bright, the tension is real-but #17 is focused on two things: Flaujae and Angel Reese.

• Pretty Hurts Until She Plays

→ Everyone thinks she's just the team's cheerleader with a jersey. Glossy lips, soft voice, and an untouched warmup suit. That is... until Nationals.

• More Then A Teammate

→ You’re the heart of the team. The one who always plays it cool-never too emotional, never too soft-but always there.

• Zumba Queen

→ During a chill team trip to the mall, reader mysteriously disappears—until Geno and the squad hear loud music find her leading a full-on Zumba class.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~LVA ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sydney Colson + TP

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ DW ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Paige Bueckers x You

• Clear As Day

→ Paige hits her head, says she has a headache, and Coach doesn't blink. You've always been calm-quiet, focused, dependable. But Now?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NYL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sabrina Ionescu x You

[earlyzakariya]

Hellow my beloved three uty mutuals i miss clover so here they are

[theelvishfiddler]

so much time has passed since we were kids,

so many things have changed,

but it's still the same. isn't it?

There is an accidental trend in my tmnt fanart. Its almost as if... many of my fondest childhood memories were spent playing games with my siblings. The rise & 03 ones have been posted before, I just wanted them all together.

[numbuh424]

misa misa 🫶

[lostagoodcigar]

Been thinking abt retired price a lot

Outside doing yard work, all but barking at you to stay your ass inside cause he’s got it.

Perching up behind him on the couch to rub his shoulders, joints aching because military service and age seem to be worse on certain days.

If you still work, John will grumble every few days about how “you don’t need to work love, can take care of ya.” Which you know and assure him of that as you kiss him while getting out of bed. He’ll sit in the bathroom as you get ready, make you your preferred morning drink and maybe even pack your lunch.

“John you don’t need to-“

“Least I can do, not jus’ gonna sit around and let my pretty wife have a million things to do.”

Grumbles about gaining weight every time you make a meal, which is most nights. Seeing John a bit softer around the edges puts your mind at ease. It’s not often he gets strung up on how he’s not as cut as he used to be, but when he does you spend a few hours assuring him with kisses and then some that, “Love the way you look John- part of the whole marriage plan I had actually. Needed a nice body pillow.” Which earns a chuckle, before you’re bouncing in his lap murmuring how much you adore him and like treating him well.

Being the host for the get together dinners John drags the 141 into. An excuse to see his boys again, and an excuse to show off the pretty thing he gets to see everyday.

[anxeious]

[anbaisai]

Jamil: (What is wrong with her...)

[nova2kss]

Plug!Connie x black!Reader

Plug Connie fic (sorta kinda) bc I love him sooo much

Not proof read

Enjoy cause im prob not gonna write again until may🙂‍↕️ ily guys

Constance fucking springer a dangerous man as some would say.

You being best friends and roommates with Sasha braus, made you a bit more acquainted with the man more than you’d like as you would say.

You never really tried to involve yourself into his lifestyle…well that was until finals week when you were terribly stressed

The only thing you needed from him was a few grams.

A few grams turned into a few packs, a few packs turned into a few smoke sessions, and a few smoke sessions turned into Connie beating your shit from the back.

“S-shit take it out papa, I’m s-sorryyy” 

“Mhm hmm I know”

The tinted windows on his all back red rimmed SRT was fogged with your hand prints all over them

You didn’t mean to put yourself in this predicament, you just wanted to show your man that you were a grown ass woman who could make her own decisions

Connie’s hands were deepening your arch in his back seat

“Keep that back arched or I won’t let up baby”

You gripped the hand door handle praying keeping that deep arch would give him some sympathy to give you at least a break

“Mhmm just like that mami, shit so good ima nut in you”

“Fuck paaa please I’m so s-sor AH”

You were interrupted with a sting on your ass combined with a sharp thrust.

“Fuck up, take that shit. This what you wanted right”

He was right, this was indeed what you wanted, you just weren’t expecting him to fuck you this hard.

As much as you complained you loved seeing this side of him, you loved when he put you in your place, and reminded you why you shouldn’t piss him off.

He slowed his thrust down ever so slightly watching the white ring drip around his shaft as you to connected.

“Look at you creaming on this dick baby”

The whimpers you let out in unison with the squelching around him; had him ready to give you all his cum.

As much as he was mad at you, he couldn’t hold back his moans in the slightest, your pussy had him rambling spewing out anything

“F-fuck I love you s’much baby” “you feel so good” “I’m gonna cum baby”

All of this while he fucked you so stupid you couldn’t even respond.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head when Connie snaked his hands into your hair pulling your head back onto his chest.

You couldn’t even speak and ask for a break the most you could do was reach your hand back and try and push him out of your guts

Connie looked down at your petty attempt to push him away

“Move your hand baby”

“Mhm mhm”

“Y/n move that shit”

“Mhm nooo, take sum outtt”

His thrust came to a halt

“Y/n if you don’t move yo hand ima kill yo shit”

Your hand was moved with quickness.

“Uhh Fuck pa I’m gonna cum”

“I know baby I feel you, I’m right there”

Your hips move with his chasing your nut, and Connie was doing every for you to catch it

His hand stayed tangled in your hair as he licked and moaned over your neck

He couldn’t hold his nut anymore, and neither could you

“Cum for me baby, I’m right thereee”

The waterfall rushed out wetting his fresh leather seats and his whole lower half

“M’cumming m’cumminggg”

His thrust stopped as he painted your insides with his warm seed

The only thing you seen was the whites of his eyes while he groaned into you, riding out your orgasms

You both moaned as he pulled out, watching his nut drip out of you

He laughed looking at the seats of his car

“We made a mess”

[payasita]

who'd call proofreading an artform on its own?