#shes also annoying and if she could pick for herself it would probably be like...

[liquidstar]

i wanna preface this by saying im not big into furry stuff but im big into oc stuff, so sorry to all the furries if i sound like a poser. but i think if you have a human oc theres gotta be a difference between what their fursona would be (from the pov of you, their creator) and what it actually is (what they would chose). do you understand what i mean? theres a big difference between their fursona and your animal version of them.

[hearts4pbaz]

Kiss Me Thru The Phone

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: sexual content

Synopsis: Azzi can't sleep. She calls Paige. R-rated things happen. Or, in other words, the phone sex fic

Notes: this was very much awaited by a few of you, so i hope you enjoy. as always, PLEASE tell me what you think, it's very much appreciated

Azzi lies awake in her bed, the thick, humid air of early July making the tiny hairs on the back of her neck stick there with sweat. She glances over at the half-packed suitcase on her floor. Her flight to Dallas leaves early tomorrow morning, and she should probably get to sleep, but the excitement of being temporarily finished with grueling conditioning, mixed with the fact that she gets to surprise her girlfriend at her game tomorrow, is keeping her wide awake. And even though she gets to see Paige less than 24 hours from now, Azzi finds herself reaching over, grabbing her phone, and hitting Paige’s contact on FaceTime.

It takes Paige not even two rings for her to answer her call, her face flooding Azzi’s phone screen. It’s later in Dallas, and you can tell. The only amount of light in the room coming from Paige’s phone. She’s also lying in bed, strands of blonde hair falling out of her bun to frame her face. Azzi rolls over, propping her phone up against the water bottle on her nightstand. Paige looks soft like this. Sweet Azzi thinks. 

There’s a beat before either girl says anything. Paige speaks up first, “Hey baby, I missed you. Whatcha callin’ for?” she says, voice light and airy.

Azzi sighs, shifting uncomfortably under the covers. God, this heat is really getting to her. “I just couldn’t sleep. Too hot.” 

“Yeah, you are,” Paige quips, waggling her eyebrows as a small smirk forms on her lips.

“Paige,” Azzi whines, annoyed. 

“What? I’m just stating the obvious,” Paige replies snidely. She opens her mouth to continue her teasing until Azzi shuffles on screen, wiggling out of her already tiny pajama shorts, leaving her bottom half bare. And that shuts Paige up. When she sees Azzi slipping back under the covers, Paige speaks up again, “Wait, what are you doing?”

Azzi gives Paige a questioning look, “Taking my shorts off…? I told you I was too warm.”

“Yeah, but why are you getting back under the covers? I don’t get to see?” Paige asks in mock innocence. 

“I didn’t know you wanted to see,” Azzi replies, pushing the covers off her legs, angling herself in such a way to the camera, giving Paige a better view of her naked lower half.

Paige sucks in a breath at the sight trying to keep her composure, “I always wanna see.”

Azzi hums in response to Paige’s statement. Her hands coming to rest on her bare thighs. “So, you want me to just lie here or…?”

“What do you wanna do, baby?” Paige asks, voice coming out more raw than she anticipated.

“Well, first, I think it’s only logical that you take something off, too. It has to be hotter down in Dallas than here,” Azzi suggests before continuing, “Shirt. Off.”

Paige smirks and obliges, pulling her old UConn T-shirt over her head, revealing taut lines of her abs and bare chest. She repositions herself in front of her phone to give Azzi a better view. “What are you thinkin’?” Paige asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m wishing I were with you right now. I wish I could kiss you, touch you, taste you, feel you…” Azzi's response trails off, knowing that her wish would become a reality in a matter of hours.

Something in Paige’s gaze changes before she speaks again, “Ion’ know… I can maybe think of something of a compromise…”

Azzi immediately understands what Paige is implying. However, she raises a brow in slight mock confusion anyway—playing along, “And what might that be…?” she asks suggestively. 

“I wanna watch you touch yourself,” Paige whispers bluntly.

Azzi’s breath picks up at Paige’s response, “Yeah? How so? Tell me what to do.”

“Reach under your shirt f’me, play with your tits,” Paige instructs softly.

Azzi does as she’s told. Her hands slowly trail upward under her shirt until they meet her breasts. Rolling both nipples between two fingers she sucks in a breath, eyes fluttering closed momentarily.

Paige hums in approval, grabbing her phone off the nightstand where it was resting to give herself a better look, “Good, keep doing that. Gotta get you all warmed up first.”

Azzi continues to ghost her hands up and down her torso, as Paige watches on the other line. After what feels like a near eon to Azzi, she drags the pads of her fingers over her nipples once more, forcing herself to suppress a whimper—instead a small “Shit” escapes her lips.

Picking up on Azzi’s sounds, Paige begins again, “It’s okay baby, I wanna hear you, be loud for me.”

With that, Azzi lets out a frustrated breath, “Please, Paige. I need my fingers, please.”

Hearing Azzi beg to touch herself causes heat to pool low, between Paige’s legs. “Go ahead, baby.”

It takes Azzi no further instruction for her to immediately bring her hand down her center, pressing two fingers against her clit, letting a low moan slip from her lips. Fingers then moving in slow, tight circles around her bud.

The sight has Paige’s boxers soaked in a matter of minutes. Setting her phone down on her stomach, Paige hooks her fingers into the waistband of her sweats, pulling both them and her underwear off, kicking them to the foot of her bed. 

Paige picks her phone back up to see Azzi, lying on her back, eyes closed, right hand moving in controlled circles between her legs. “Fuck, Az. Look at you, doing so good f’me,” Paige groans, her own hand slipping down between her thighs to drag a finger through her wet folds.

At Paige’s words, Azzi opens her eyes and looks over to her phone, still perched on her bedside table against her water bottle. She sees the way Paige's face has contorted, brows knitted, mouth slightly agape, and instantly clues in to what the older girl must also be doing out of the view of the camera. “Fuck—Paige. I—I wanna see you. I wanna see you finger yourself,” Azzi gasps out as she finally lets herself slip her fingers inside her core.

Paige doesn’t have a response for Azzi’s request. Without another thought, she finds herself flipping the camera to capture her fingers sliding in and out of her core, the two digits becoming more covered in her slick with each thrust. “Shit—this is what you do to me Az.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” Azzi drags out. She silently hopes to herself that her and her phone’s volume are both quiet enough for her roommates not to hear. The last thing she wants is for Ice to confront her tomorrow morning about still “hearing Paige’s moans even when she’s in Dallas.” 

Azzi’s free hand comes to glide along her tits again, and the sensation combined with the sounds coming from her phone speaker have her very quickly barrelling towards the edge. “Ah—Paige. Fuck, I’m close.”

At this point, Paige is fully entranced with the sight on her screen. She can see all of Azzi. The way Azzi’s mouth is ajar, breathing frantic coming out in short gasps, her hand palming her boobs, Azzi fucking herself with her fingers. And all of it combined is almost too much for Paige to handle, bringing her to the brink of her climax concerningly quick. “God, me too, Az,” Paige gasps, flipping the camera once more, allowing Azzi to see her face again. 

Azzi lets out a whimper, tethering on the edge, she brings her hand away from her tits and presses the heel of it into her clit. And with one roll of her hips she’s tumbling over the edge. A wave of pleasure crashing over her, she lets out a moan that’s borderline pornographic—no—definitely pornographic. The obscenity of the sound being what pushes Paige to her climax as well, camera work becoming shaky, hips shuttering. 

The pair both let out matching groans as they come down from their highs together. Azzi rolls over, pulling the covers over her, looking at her phone, she sees Paige—face flushed, hair disheveled, a laugh escaping her lips. “That was better than I’d thought it be.”

“You’ve thought about having phone sex?” Paige asks jokingly.

“Shut up. You look more fucked out than I do. Someone definitely enjoyed themselves.”

“Yeah, yeah, still not better than the real thing though. Man, I wish you were here.”

“Sometimes things have their own way of working themselves out,” Azzi says vaguely.

Paige sits up a little at what Azzi said, “Wait, whatcha mean by that?” she questions.

Azzi reaches over for her phone, laughing, “Goodnight, Paige.”

“I—goodnight. Love you,” Paige responds suspiciously.

“Love you too, Paigey,” Azzi replies before hanging up the call, snuggling farther into the covers.

As Paige’s screen goes dark, she sits there in silence for a moment, her mind hung up on what Azzi had said. Then deciding to not waste anymore energy on what her girlfriend had meant, Paige shuffles her way fully under the covers, letting sleep take her away.

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Azzi walks along the floor of the College Park Center, finding her seat in the middle of the courtside row beside Maddy’s mom. The game’s tip off is soon, teams still retreated to their locker rooms after warm ups. 

Azzi’s flight had gotten in early evening, Dallas time and she’d let herself into Paige’s apartment with the key she’d given her in May to drop her things off knowing Paige would be at the arena already.

She settles into her seat just as the Wings players are running through the tunnel. Her head snaps up, instantly locking eyes with a particular blonde. Paige looks shocked to say the least, but also lighter, less tense than she’d seemed in the last game. A smirk starts to form on the older girl’s face. 

And Azzi “wonders” what Paige did to help release that tension between the previous game and now. 

[pbaz7]

ONE SHOT: UNSPOKEN

paige x azzi

word count: 10.8k

A/N: Alright this one is a little different from what I usually do. I was struggling with ideas so I decided to try to mix it up 🫣. I also know everyone thinks Paige fell first so I wanted to switch it up a little bit in this. Let me know what you guys think please 🫶🏼

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“Unspoken” is a story about the quiet tension between two people who’ve spent years running from the truth—because sometimes, love isn’t about grand declarations or perfect timing. Sometimes, it’s about the fights, the moments when words fail, and the painful silence that surrounds all the things we’re too afraid to say.

Paige and Azzi had been best friends for as long as they can remember, but somewhere along the way, things started to change. The friendship they shared slowly morphed into something more complicated, something neither of them was ready to admit. The arguments, the jealousy, the misunderstandings, all became the backdrop for the truth they weren’t brave enough to confront.

This is the story of the moments that broke them down and built them up again—of the words that should have been said and those that should’ve never been spoken, the love that was hidden beneath the surface, and the way they both had to learn to fight for each other. Through every argument, every misstep, and every tear, they would come to realize one simple thing: they were in love with each other, and no amount of fear or uncertainty could change that.

These are the fights, the messy situations, that led them to the one thing they never expected to find—each other:

3rd Person POV - 2018 (DMV)

Azzi was sitting cross-legged on her bed, leaning back against the headboard while Paige lay sprawled on the floor, tossing a basketball in the air and catching it with lazy precision. Soft music was playing from Azzi’s speaker, filling the comfortable silence between them.

“You know,” Azzi said as she absentmindedly scrolled through her phone, “I still don’t get how you eat so much junk and don’t feel like absolute trash afterward.” She was referencing how Paige didn’t seem to follow any diet, didn’t eat any vegetables, and just consumed whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Paige snorted, keeping her eyes on the ball as she flicked it up again. “I’m built different.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “That’s not a real answer.”

“It is if you accept it.”

Azzi grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her, but it landed nowhere near Paige causing the blonde to laugh while still focused on the ball. “You’re annoying,” Azzi muttered.

“Whatever bro. Why you beg me to come visit you then?”

Azzi sighed dramatically. “Clearly I gotta start setting higher standards for my friends.”

“Best friend,” Paige corrected.

Azzi grinned but didn’t argue. They’d been calling each other best friends since they met on Team USA, but sometimes—more recently than before–there was something underneath it that neither of them acknowledged. A weight in the way they talked to one another on FaceTime every night, the way they never went a day without talking, a different kind of warmth in the way they looked at each other.

In the midst of their conversation Paige’s phone buzzed. Then again. And again. She didn’t even glance at it, but Azzi heard it. “Damn,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Who's blowing you up?”

Paige kept her focus on the ball. “Dunno.”

Azzi smirked. “What, you too famous to check your phone now?”

Paige caught the ball and held it against her stomach, hesitating just long enough for Azzi to pick up on it.

Azzi sat up a little. “Wait. Who is it?”

Paige took a long exhale, staring at the ceiling for a second before mumbling, “It’s probably this girl.”

Azzi blinked. “This girl?”

Paige pushed herself up onto her elbows. “Yeah, prolly. She got my number from somebody and she just been texting me lately.”

Azzi’s lips twitched, her smirk faltering for just a second before she masked it with a laugh. “Ohhh, so Paige Bueckers has a girl on her line.” She nudged Paige’s leg with her foot. “Who is she?”

Paige shrugged. “Just someone I met at a tournament.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “And?”

“And what?”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Do you like her or something?”

Paige shrugged, then sighed. “I don’t know. No?”

Azzi’s expression shifted slightly. The teasing edge in her voice was still there, but it didn’t quite match what was reflected in her eyes. “Wait, you actually want to talk to her?”

Paige frowned a little confused now. “I mean… I don’t not want to.”

Azzi scoffed quietly, shaking her head. “Wow. Okay.”

Paige blinked. “What?”

“Nothing,” Azzi said quickly, a little too quickly. She flopped back against her pillows, suddenly very interested in the ceiling.

Paige wasn’t buying it. “No, what was that?”

“Paige, nothing,” Azzi repeated.

Paige narrowed her eyes. “Azzi come on bro.”

Azzi sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “I just—why are you even telling me this?”

Paige frowned. “Because you’re my best friend? I tell you everything.”

Azzi let out a dry laugh. “Right. Best friend. Got it.”

Something about the way she said it made Paige’s stomach twist. She wasn’t sure why, but suddenly, the room felt… different. Tense. Like they had stepped too close to a line neither of them had ever acknowledged before.

“Why are you acting weird?” Paige asked, her voice a little quieter now.

Azzi shook her head. “I’m not.”

“You are.”

Azzi let out a breath. “Maybe because I just don’t want to hear about some girl trying to get with you.”

Silence. It felt like the silence between them stretched for an eternity.

The air between them was thick with a weight that neither of them had ever experienced when talking to one another. Azzi looked like she had just said something she wasn’t supposed to, and Paige—Paige couldn’t breathe.

“Why do you care?” Paige finally spoke, her voice much quieter than it usually is.

Azzi sighed, shaking her head. “I don’t. It’s just—you always say you don’t like distractions, but now some random girl is blowing up your phone, and you don’t mind?”

Paige frowned. “That’s not what I said Az.”

“It kinda is.”

Paige sat up now, her eyes slightly narrowed because of Azzi’s coldness. “Bro why you acting like I did something wrong? I was just tryna talk to you about it.”

Azzi let out a dry laugh. “Right. Like I want to hear about how some girl who's in the same state as you is into you and has been blowing your phone up.”

Paige’s stomach twisted. She didn’t know why, but the way Azzi was speaking made her chest feel tight. “So, what? I’m just not supposed to talk to you about stuff like this?”

Azzi’s jaw tensed. “No, maybe not.”

Paige blinked. “Azzi that’s ridiculous. We tell each other everything.”

Azzi exhaled through her nose, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah, well, maybe not everything.”

That hit Paige harder than she expected. She stared at Azzi, frustration bubbling under her skin. Azzi was her best friend. The one person in the world she felt like she could share anything with—who understood the pressure she felt everyday, was sitting here telling her that maybe they should stop telling each other everything. “Why are you being so weird about this? I didn’t do anything.”

Azzi’s head moved toward her direction. “I’m not being weird, Paige. I just—” She cut herself off, exhaling before pushing her hair out of her face in frustration. “You don’t get it.”

Paige threw her hands up. “No, I clearly don’t, so explain it to me! Because I feel like I’m missing something here.”

Azzi hesitated, her fingers picking at the blanket. Her expression was unreadable—like she was fighting with herself, torn between saying something and holding it back.

Paige pushed. “Azzi please.”

Azzi’s eyes met hers, and for the first time that night, she looked vulnerable. Exposed.

“You don’t get it,” Azzi said, softer this time, “because you don’t see the way anyone looks at you.” Azzi wasn’t just talking about other people. Paige had always had this pull, this undeniable presence that filled every room she stepped into. The way she carried herself, how naturally charismatic and genuine she was, made it impossible not to look. And people did look.

Azzi was no different. But Paige never seemed to notice.

Paige’s brows furrowed. “What?”

Azzi sighs, shaking her head. “Everyone wants a piece of you, Paige. In whatever way they can get you. Girls, guys, everyone.

Paige swallowed, her confusion giving way to an excitement at the possibility of what Azzi was insinuating. “Azzi…”

Azzi eyes flickering with something Paige couldn’t place. “I don’t want to hear about some girl trying to talk to you because I hate the idea of you talking to someone else.”

Paige’s heart pounded. She felt like the ground had just been ripped out from under her, like something she had been ignoring for months had just been shoved in her face.

She barely had time to process it, to respond properly before Azzi let out a shaky breath and muttered, “Forget it. Just—just ignore me.”

But Paige didn’t want to forget it, she couldn’t. Because suddenly, everything made sense—suddenly she didn’t feel like she was making things up in her head.

The lingering looks. The teasing that always felt a little too real.

Without thinking about the possible repercussions, Paige moved. One second, she was sitting on the floor staring at Azzi, heart racing, and the next, she was in front of her leaning in, closing the space between them.

Azzi inhaled sharply, her lips parting just slightly. For a split second, Azzi looked like she was going to pull away.

But then Paige kissed her.

It was hesitant, completely unsure, but the second their lips touched, something clicked. Like a spark igniting, like the answer to a question neither of them had been willing to ask.

Azzi sucked in a breath, and just for a second she kissed Paige back. But just as quickly as it happened, Azzi pulled away, eyes wide.

When she saw Azzi’s reaction Paige’s heart pounded, immediately throwing out, “I—I don’t know why I did that.”

Azzi swallowed, looking just as lost. “Yeah. Me neither.”

They stared at each other.

Finally, Paige let out a weak laugh. “Let’s just forget it.”

Azzi hesitated before nodding. “Yeah…Forget it.”

3rd Person POV - May 2020 (DMV)

It was the middle of quarantine, and time felt like it barely existed. Days blurred into nights, and the weeks passed without much distinction. Paige had been staying with Azzi and her family for a while now.

They had fallen into an easy rhythm. Workouts in the driveway, endless hours of TV, late-night talks in Azzi’s bed. There were also the moments in between now—those fleeting, stolen seconds where a look lingered too long, where an innocent touch didn’t quite feel so innocent. It had started slowly, almost accidental. A brush of hands, an arm around a shoulder that didn’t move away. Then one night, Paige kissed her again. And Azzi kissed her back.

Since then, it has been happening more often. Just making out here and there, like something they could pick up and drop whenever they wanted. But they never talked about it.

Now, they were lying in Azzi’s bed, bodies tangled in the way that came with knowing each other too well. Azzi’s head rested on Paige’s stomach, her fingers idly tracing the blanket while Paige was trying to spin the ball on her finger, though she was being extra careful considering Azzi was laying on her.

“You suck at that, by the way,” Azzi mumbled, watching the ball wobble slightly in Paige’s grip.

Paige scoffed. “You literally couldn’t do this for more than two seconds without launching it across the room.”

Azzi laughed. “That’s because I actually put some power into it. You’re just throwing it up like you’re scared it’s gonna fight back.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying sometimes, you know that?”

Azzi hummed, tilting her head slightly so she was looking up at Paige. “Yeah, but you love me anyway so I don’t really care.”

Paige froze for half a second before shaking her head, trying to play it off. “Debatable.”

Azzi laughed softly, but Paige didn’t miss the way her fingers stopped moving against the blanket when Paige froze. The pause lasted a little too long, and Paige suddenly felt like she should say something else—something light, something easy—but before she could, her phone buzzed in quick succession from somewhere on the floor.

Azzi turned her head toward the sound. “Damn. Someone’s popular.”

Paige didn’t even glance at it, still looking at Azzi. “It’s nothing.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know who it is.”

Paige shrugged. “If it was important, they’d call.”

Azzi watched her for a second, then turned her attention back to the ceiling. “Right. Or maybe it’s one of the many people who have been blowing up your comments lately.”

All of a sudden this conversation felt like deja vu and it made Paige’s stomach churn.

Paige sighed, rubbing her temple. “Azzi—”

Azzi kept going, her tone meant to be teasing, but there was something more serious beneath it that Paige picked up on. “I mean, I get it. UConn’s gonna be a whole new world for you. New team, new people, new girls—”

Paige groaned. “Bro oh my God.”

Azzi tilted her head again, keeping her voice light but her eyes too focused. “What? You’re telling me you’re not looking forward to all the attention you’re about to get?”

Paige sighed, gripping the basketball a little tighter. “I don’t care about allat.”

Azzi scoffed, shaking her head. “Bullshit.”

Paige frowned. “I don’t.”

Azzi changed her position slightly, resting her weight on her elbow as she looked at Paige. “So you’re telling me you don’t like all the attention? The DMs, the comments, the girls who’ve never met you throwing themselves at you?”

Paige let out a short laugh, not out of amusement but frustration. “Azzi, come on—”

“No, seriously.” Azzi’s voice was steady, but there was something underneath it—something Paige couldn’t quite place. “You’re not gonna sit here and act like you don’t eat that shit up.”

Paige gave her a confused look. “You act like I’m out here entertaining them. I’ve never responded to any of them.”

Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re not shutting them down either, so you clearly want it.”

Paige let out a long breath, shaking her head. “Come on Azzi, you’re my best friend, you know me better than that.”

Azzi scoffed, sitting up fully now, her back against the headboard. “Right.”

Paige’s jaw tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Azzi looked at her. “It means I don’t know what the hell we’re doing anymore.”

Paige sat up fully too, the ball rolling off the bed as she turned to face Azzi. “What you mean?”

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Paige’s chest tightened, frustration building. “Get what? That you’re mad at me for something I didn’t even do? Something you think I might do?”

Azzi shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “I’m not mad at you, Paige. I just—” She exhaled. “Forget it.”

“No.” Paige’s voice was more firm now, her heartbeat picking up. “You don’t get to start something and then back out.”

Azzi’s eyes flickered with anger. “Oh, I’m the one starting something and backing out?” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s ironic.”

Paige groaned, throwing her head back. “Azzi, just talk to me instead of throwing around all this cryptic shit.”

Azzi held her gaze for a moment, her lips pressing into a thin line. Then, before she could stop herself, she said it. “We keep kissing, Paige. We kiss a lot actually.”

Silence. Paige felt her stomach drop, her mouth suddenly dry.

Azzi shook her head, looking away—she couldn’t look at Paige while she said this. “And we never talk about it. We act like it doesn’t mean anything, and maybe to you, it doesn’t, but I—” She stopped herself, exhaling through her nose. “I just don’t get how you can sit here and act like none of it matters.”

Paige swallowed hard. “Azzi that’s not—”

Azzi turned back to her, her voice quieter now. “You’re leaving soon. And once you go, this—whatever this is, whatever we’re doing—it’s over, right?”

Paige’s throat felt tight, but she forced the words out anyway. “It doesn’t have to be.”

Azzi let out a long breath, shaking her head. “What does that mean, Paige?”

Paige’s jaw clenched. “It means we don’t have to stop just because I’m going to UConn.”

Azzi scoffed. “Right. So what? You want to keep doing what exactly? Keep flirting with me, kissing me but then pretending it doesn’t mean anything?”

Paige’s frustration spiked. “I never said it didn’t mean anything.”

“You sure as hell act like it.”

Paige ran a hand over her face, exhaling. “Az, I really don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I want you to say something for once instead of just kissing me and pretending it never happened.” Azzi’s voice was rising now, her usual calmness slipping. “Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending like it’s normal to make out with my best friend one second and then act like nothing happened the next.”

Paige shook her head. “You think this is easy for me?”

Azzi let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, yeah. It must be so hard for you, Paige. Having somebody, with no labels, to makeout with whenever you want is so fucking hard. Meanwhile, I’m the one sitting here wondering if I’m just another one of your little distractions before you leave.”

Paige’s chest tightened. “That’s not fair. It’s not like that.”

Azzi stared at her. “Isn’t it?”

Paige didn’t answer right away. The air between them was tense, heavy with something unsaid, something neither of them had been brave enough to confront.

Finally, Paige exhaled, her voice quieter now. “Azzi, you’re not just—” She swallowed. “You’re not just some distraction.”

Azzi searched her face, eyes flickering between Paige’s. “Then what am I?”

Paige opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Because she didn’t have an answer—at least, not one that wouldn’t change everything.

Azzi sighed, shaking her head. “That’s what I thought.”

Paige let out a sharp breath, running a hand through her hair. “Azzi please, come on.”

Azzi’s jaw tightened. “No. I’m done guessing, Paige.”

Paige’s frustration boiled over. “I don’t know how to say it, okay?”

“Say what, Paige?”

Paige clenched her jaw, her voice rising. “That I don’t want to leave! That I don’t want things to change! That I—” She cut herself off, exhaling hard.

Azzi’s gaze stayed locked on her, daring her to finish. “That you what?”

Paige shook her head, her pulse hammering. “I don’t know.”

Azzi threw her hands up. “See? This is exactly what I’m talking about. You do know, Paige, you just don’t want to say it.”

Paige’s face burned with frustration. “Because once I do, it means something, Azzi. And I don’t—I don’t know how to deal with that. You barely know how to deal with it so you’re putting it on me.”

Azzi scoffed. “So instead, you’d rather just ignore it? Pretend like nothing’s happening between us?”

Paige ran a hand over her face, exasperated. “It’s not like that.”

Azzi crossed her arms. “Then what’s it like?”

Paige opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. She could feel it—all of it—boiling just under the surface, but every time she tried to pull it out, to say what she knew Azzi needed to hear, something inside her locked up.

Azzi shook her head. “You’re being a coward Paige.”

Paige’s head snapped up. “Excuse me?”

Azzi didn’t back down. “You heard me.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No? Then prove me wrong.”

Paige’s frustration snapped like a rubber band stretched too tight. Before she could stop herself, she was closing the distance between them, her hand gripping the back of Azzi’s neck as she pushed their lips together.

Azzi kissed back for a moment—just a moment—before she abruptly pushed Paige away, her breath coming fast. “No. You don’t get to do that.”

Paige looked stunned, her lips still tingling, her chest tight. “Azzi—”

“No,” Azzi snapped. “You don’t get to kiss me just to shut me up Paige. That’s not how this shit works.”

Paige ran a hand through her hair, exhaling hard. “That’s not what I was doing, Azzi.”

“Really? Because that’s what it feels like. Every time we get remotely close to actually talking about this, you do something like that.”

Paige sighed. “I don’t know how to talk about this, baby.”

Azzi’s gaze softened for a split second before she shook her head. “Then figure it out, Paige. Because I can’t keep being the only one who actually wants to face it.”

Paige’s frustration cracked, desperation creeping into her voice. “I do want to face it—I just don’t want to lose you.”

“Then say something, Paige. Say anything that actually means something instead of trying to shove your tongue down my throat.”

Paige swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “I don’t want this to be over. I don’t want to leave and pretend none of this ever happened. I don’t want you to think you’re just some—some phase or some mistake—some distraction.” She inhaled, her voice softer now. “I don’t want to lose you, Azzi.”

Azzi’s expression faltered for just a second before she let out a slow breath. “Paige…”

Paige shook her head, her chest tightening. “I just—I know I’m scared, Az. And shit’s about to be so different. I’m about to be in a different state, away from my family…away from you. There’s all these expectations and I haven’t even gotten on campus yet and I just—I need you Az. I need you more than anything and I’m scared that shit’s going to change between us, get weird and I can’t…I won’t be able to handle this without my best friend so I’ve just been—”

A sudden knock on the door cut her off.

Azzi’s mom’s voice came from the other side. “Everything okay in there?”

Azzi didn’t take her eyes off Paige. “Yes we’re fine.”

A brief pause. Then, “You sure? I heard yelling.”

Azzi sighed. “Mom, please.”

Silence. Then fading footsteps.

Azzi barely waited before she kissed Paige softly, melting into her.

3rd Person POV - October 2020 (Connecticut)

Azzi hadn’t planned on coming to Connecticut. At least, not until a few days ago when the idea of not being with Paige on her birthday started gnawing at her. The two of them talked every day, missed each other like crazy. Yes things were still… undefined. A mess of feelings that they had only began to sort through.

But none of that mattered right now. Because she was here.

Azzi pushed open the door to Ted’s, the warmth and noise of the packed bar hitting her immediately. She hadn’t even told Paige she was coming—she wanted to surprise her, wanted to see the look on her face when she realized Azzi had shown up for her birthday.

But the moment she stepped inside, her stomach twisted.

Paige was by the bar, a drink in her hand, laughter carrying over the music. She looked good—too good—her head tilted back slightly as she smiled at something one of her teammates said, Evina, if Azzi remembers correctly. But it wasn’t her teammates that caught Azzi’s attention. It was the other girls around her.

They were close. Too close.

One of them leaned into Paige clearly trying to get any form of contact she could from the blonde. Another one saying something to Paige, making her chuckle and shake her head no.

Azzi felt something burn in her chest.

She had spent the last few weeks missing Paige so much it physically hurt—she thought Paige was in the same boat. They called whenever they could, they texted, they danced around what they were, never putting a real label on it but still knowing, deep down, that whatever this was—it was real.

Yet, here was Paige, letting random girls touch her like it was nothing. Like they were nothing. In her anger Azzi didn’t even see the way Paige completely lit up when she noticed Azzi standing by the door. She didn’t notice that Paige immediately started walking towards her without even a whisper of an excuse to anyone around her.

Without thinking, Azzi turned on her heel and pushed back out the door.

“Azzi!”

Her heart clenched at the sound of her name, but she kept walking.

“Azzi, wait!”

Footsteps echoed against the pavement, and before she could get too far, a hand wrapped around her wrist, forcing her to stop.

Azzi exhaled harshly, staring straight ahead. “Go back inside, Paige.”

Paige stepped in front of her, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Why did you leave?”

Azzi let out a bitter laugh. “Are you serious?”

Paige’s expression flickered. “Azzi, it’s not what you think.”

Azzi raised her eyebrows. “Oh, really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were having a pretty grand time.”

Paige groaned, running a hand through her hair. “They were just talkin to me.”

“Right.” Azzi shook her head, stepping back. “Just talking.”

Paige sighed, frustrated. “Yes Azzi, just talking. Why you acting like this? I'm happy to see you and you mad at me.”

Azzi shook her head as she started walking again.

Paige groaned again, stumbling slightly as she tried to step closer. "Azzi, come on." She reached for her, but Azzi sidestepped her touch.

"Don't."

Paige frowned, her drunk mind struggling to keep up. "Come on baby, why you so mad?"

Azzi scoffed. "Are you serious right now? You’re in there letting random girls be all over you, and I’m just supposed to be fine with it?"

Paige let out an exasperated laugh. "I wasn't letting them be all over me!"

Azzi crossed her arms. "Ohhh right, so they just tripped and landed on you?"

Paige rolled her eyes. "You’re blowing this out of proportion."

Azzi’s expression darkened. "No, I’m not."

Paige tried to reach for her again, but Azzi stepped back, hands pushing her away softly. "Azzi, stop pushing me."

"Then stop trying,".

Paige swayed slightly, blinking at her. "I’m just tryna get close to you. I miss you."

Azzi scoffed. "No, you want to charm your way out of this like you always do."

Paige let out a huff. "God, why are you making this such a big deal?"

Azzi’s eyes flashed before she took a breath to calm herself down. "Because you don’t take any of this seriously, Paige! You never do! You’re drunk and now you’re out here stumbling around to who knows where—"

Paige threw her hands up. "I’ve done a drunk walk around the block enough times to know where I’m going, Azzi."

"That’s not the flex you think it is, P."

Paige narrowed her eyes at her. "Why are you even here if you're just gonna yell at me?"

Azzi turned away again, but this time, Paige grabbed her arm.

"Azzi, please," Paige murmured, her grip tightening slightly.

Azzi clenched her jaw, as she looked at Paige not saying anything.

Paige let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t care about any of those girls, Az! I keep telling you that.”

“Really? Because it sure as hell didn’t look like that from where I was standing.”

Paige groaned, stepping closer again, ignoring the way Azzi kept putting space between them. “I wasn’t flirting with them! I was just talking. You’re acting like I was all over them.”

Azzi shot her a look. “It doesn’t matter if you weren’t all over them. They were all over you, and you just let it happen.”

Paige threw her hands up. “What did you want me to do? Shove them off me?”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re playing dumb.”

Paige shot back, “You’re the one who wanted to keep things open, remember? You said we should just see what happens—”

“And you agreed.”

Paige laughed. “Yeah, because that’s clearly what you wanted Azzi! But you’re standing here acting like I betrayed you or something.”

Azzi’s eyes flashed. “Because it feels like you did Paige!”

Paige’s chest rose and fell, her mind spinning, the alcohol making her words looser, her emotions heavier. “Azzi, I love you.”

Azzi froze for a long time. The silence stretched between them.

Finally she exhaled, shaking her head again. “You don’t mean that,” she said, voice quiet now. “You’re drunk. You’re just trying to make me feel better.”

Paige stepped closer to Azzi, pulling her closer, thankful when she didn’t push her away. “Az, I swear to god, I love you.”

Azzi looked at her, really looked at her, searching her face for something, but whatever she was looking for, she didn’t seem to find it.

She glanced away, running a hand through her hair, her voice carefully even. “Let’s just go back to your party P.”

Paige blinked, her chest tightening. “Azzi—”

Azzi turned back toward the bar without another word, and Paige stood there, her heart still racing, wondering if she just said too much or not enough.

Once they stepped back inside, although Paige was hurt she didn’t let it show, she refused to let Azzi leave her side.

She kept an arm draped around Azzi’s shoulders, pulling her close as they navigated through the crowd. Any time someone so much as looked at her for too long, Paige would shift closer, pressing against Azzi in a way that made it clear who she wanted to be with.

Azzi didn’t pull away, but she didn’t fully lean into it either. She let Paige guide them through the bar, let her wrap an arm around her waist when they stopped at the table with the team, let her fingers linger on Azzi’s wrist when she reached for her drink. She let it all happen, but she didn’t say much throughout the night.

Paige didn’t care. She was determined to prove to her that she meant what she said.

She made sure Azzi was the only one she talked to, the only one she looked at, the only one she danced with when someone dragged them toward the music. When another girl tried to get her attention, Paige didn’t even glance her way—she just tightened her hold on Azzi, whispering something against her ear that made Azzi huff out a breath, something between exasperation and amusement.

Still, Azzi didn’t fully acknowledge any of it. Either she didn’t want to believe it, or she truly didn’t, but she didn’t ruin Paige’s night. She let Paige stay curled up against her in the booth, let her play with the hem of her sleeve absentmindedly, let her rest her chin on her shoulder. And when Paige officially got too drunk—when her words started slurring and her steps became unsteady—Azzi laughed softly, shook her head, and silently helped her out of the bar.

As they walked back to Paige’s dorm, Paige clung to Azzi like she was her lifeline. One arm was slung around Azzi’s shoulders, the other gripping her hand, fingers laced like she was afraid to let go. And she wouldn’t stop talking.

“I love your laugh so much,” Paige mumbled, her words slightly slurred. “Like, really love it. It’s stupid how much I love it.”

Azzi sighed, adjusting her grip on Paige’s waist as they walked forward. “Paige—”

“And your eyes.” Paige ignored her, tightening her hold. “God, your eyes, Az. You ever look in the mirror? Like, really look? They’re so pretty. Sometimes I get distracted when you’re talking ‘cause I just—” She made an exaggerated hand motion as she hiccuped. “I get lost in ‘em.”

Azzi closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling through her nose. “Paige, please stop talking.”

“No.” Paige pouted, shaking her head. “You don’t get it. You—you act like I don’t care, like I don’t see you, but I do. I see everything, Az.”

Azzi’s jaw clenched. She kept walking, gripping Paige a little tighter, but Paige kept going.

“You always smell good,” Paige mused, like it was a secret. “Like, stupidly good. It’s unfair.” She buried her face into Azzi’s shoulder dramatically, inhaling deeply. “Like right now? It’s ridiculous. What even is that? Do you live in vanilla or some shit?”

Azzi huffed out a breath, looking up at the sky like she was begging for patience. “Paige.”

“And you’re so good, Az,” Paige continued, voice softer now. “You take care of me, even when I don’t deserve it. Even when I’m stupid or drunk or messing everything up. I don’t know why you do it, but you do.”

Azzi’s throat tightened. Paige doesn’t know how much Azzi wanted to hear this, how long she had been waiting to hear this. Azzi just wishes that Paige had the guts to say it when she wasn’t drunk. When Azzi could believe that she truly meant what she was saying. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes, I do,” Paige argued, stopping in her tracks and pulling Azzi with her. “I know exactly what I’m saying. I just—I never say it.” She frowned, blinking blearily up at Azzi as she swayed a little and swallowed another hiccup. “And that’s my fault. But I do love you, Az. You have to know that.”

Azzi swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against Paige’s waist. She wanted to believe her. Wanted to let herself feel everything Paige was saying. But she couldn’t. Not like this.

She sighed, shaking her head. “Come on,” she mumbled, tugging Paige forward again. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Paige stumbled a little as they kept walking, but her grip on Azzi never wavered as she continued rambling.

“All I want is you,” Paige murmured. “I don’t care about anyone else…anything else Az. Just you.”

Azzi kept her gaze ahead, “Paige—”

“No, listen.” Paige stopped walking again, forcing Azzi to stop with her. “You know how I know?”

Azzi sighed, rubbing a hand down her face. “I’d rather you not tell me right now but I’m sure you’re going to anyway.”

Paige’s lips parted, and her eyes, though glassy, were full of something real. “Because every time I think about somebody else having you, getting to see the sides of you I see, I feel sick. Physically sick. And I know that’s selfish as shit, but I don’t care. I don’t want anyone else to have you, Az. I want you.”

Azzi inhaled sharply, her stomach twisting. “Paige, you’re drunk.”

“So what?” Paige challenged, stepping closer. “Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”

Azzi exhaled, looking away. “Please just drop it, okay? Let me get you inside.”

“No.” Paige’s fingers curled into Azzi’s hoodie, tugging her closer. “Do you love me?”

Azzi completely froze. Her grip on Paige faltered just slightly before she realized how much of her weight she was holding and she adjusted her grip again.

Paige searched her face desperately, her voice quieter now, more fragile. “Az. Do you?”

Azzi swallowed, forcing herself to pull away slightly. “Paige, drop it.”

Paige shook her head stubbornly making herself slightly dizzy. “No. I need to know.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, looking anywhere but at Paige as she closed her eyes, forcing the tears not to fall. “Not like this please baby.”

Paige’s breath hitched. “Azzi—”

“Not like this, Paige,” Azzi repeated, her voice strained. “You’re drunk. You won’t even remember half of this tomorrow.”

Paige’s face crumpled like the words physically hurt her. “That’s not fair.”

Azzi exhaled through her nose, her heart hammering. “Come on,” she whispered, reaching for Paige’s hand again and squeezing it when they laced their fingers together. “Let’s go.”

The next morning, sunlight slipped through the blinds, casting a glow over the tangled sheets and the two bodies nestled together beneath them. Paige groaned, blinking against the light, the ache in her head reminding her just how much she had to drink the night before. But that wasn’t what made her chest feel tight. All the memories came rushing in—every drunken confession, every plea for Azzi to just say it back. And she remembered that Azzi never did. But she remembered how Azzi basically carried her home last night. How as soon as she laid down the room started spinning so Azzi helped her to the bathroom and held her hair. She remembers how Azzi basically brushed her teeth for her. How Azzi kissed her goodnight before pulling the cover over both of them.

And now Azzi is still here. Still wrapped around her, holding her like she didn’t want to let go.

Paige swallowed hard, keeping her eyes closed as she breathed in Azzi’s familiar scent, letting herself pretend—for just a little longer—that everything was okay. That last night hadn’t hurt. LIke it didn’t hurt all over again to remember it as soon as she woke up.

Azzi shifted slightly, her fingers instinctively curling against Paige’s side. A quiet hum left her lips before she finally blinked awake, her gaze finding Paige’s.

“Morning,” she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

Paige forced a small smile. “Morning.”

They stayed like that for a moment, neither making a move to pull away. If anything, they only inched closer, their noses nearly brushing.

Azzi exhaled softly, eyes flickering down to Paige’s lips. “I missed you so much P.”

Paige’s breath caught, the words sinking deep. She knew Azzi meant more than just the past few hours.

“Yeah?” Paige whispered.

Azzi nodded, her fingers tightening against Paige’s waist. “Yes.”

Paige didn’t answer with words. Instead, she closed the distance, pressing her lips to Azzi’s like she’d been craving it for months. Azzi melted instantly, sighing into the kiss, her arms pulling Paige in until there was no space left between them.

“I missed you too,” Paige mumbled against her lips, kissing her again. “So much.”

Azzi didn’t say anything about the night before—maybe because she still thought Paige didn’t remember, or maybe because she just didn’t have the words. But in the way she held Paige, in the way she kissed her back like she wanted to make up for every second they’d spent apart, she didn’t have to, at least not yet.

3rd Person POV - August 2021 (Connecticut)

They’re at Ted’s, music humming through the bar, the air humid with warmth and alcohol. Paige is sitting by the bar, talking to a girl she barely knows, just answering her questions out of politeness.

Paige didn’t even notice the girl at first. She was too caught up in the warmth of the bar, the buzz of alcohol in her system, and the presence of Azzi right next to her. They had been standing close, shoulders brushing, Azzi’s arm loosely draped over the back of Paige’s stool as Paige whispered something to her that made her laugh and glance in the direction Paige was referring to.

It wasn’t anything unusual. They always hovered near each other like this, caught in that undefined space between everything and something.

The girl came up while Paige was mid-laugh, leaning into Azzi’s side, but when the girl spoke, Paige straightened slightly, offering a polite smile.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you—I just wanted to say I’m a huge fan.”

Paige smiled. “Oh, thanks, I appreciate that.”

Azzi didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge the girl, just sipped from her drink while watching the interaction unfold.

“I actually had a couple questions—if that’s okay?” the girl asked, shifting slightly closer.

Paige shrugged, always happy to talk about basketball and never wanting to be rude to fans. “Yeah, of course.”

It was harmless at first. Just the usual questions about the team, how she felt about the upcoming season. Paige answered them easily, glancing at Azzi every so often as if expecting her to chime in. But Azzi stayed silent, Paige just assumed she was lost in her own thoughts.

“So, are you single?”

Paige barely hesitated before answering, because technically, she was.

“Yeah.”

Azzi scoffed. It was quiet, but Paige heard it.

Paige blinked at Azzi. “What?”

Azzi stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “Nothing.”

But Paige knew her too well. She could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she clenched her jaw.

“Azzi.” Paige’s voice was slightly louder now, calling her back, but Azzi was already moving, shaking her head.

Paige stood too, stepping closer. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem?”

The girl who had asked the question awkwardly shifted away, sensing the sudden shift in mood, but Paige barely noticed.

Azzi tilted her head, lips curling into something almost amused but not quite. “You didn’t even think about it. You just answered.”

Paige scoffed. “Because it’s not a fucking trick question, Azzi.”

Azzi’s jaw tensed. “Right. Because you’re so single.”

Paige exhaled sharply, suddenly feeling hot—from the alcohol, from frustration, from Azzi.

“I mean, yeah, I am.” She crossed her arms, brows furrowing. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Azzi’s expression flickered, something flashing through her eyes too quickly for Paige to catch. “Forget it.”

She turned on her heel, heading toward the door.

Paige followed without thinking, voice rising. “No, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like I did something wrong when you’re the one who—”

Azzi spun around so fast Paige nearly ran into her.

“Not here.”

Her voice was lower now, but Paige could still hear the edge to it.

For a second, they just stood there, eyes locked.

Then, without another word, Azzi reached out, grabbed Paige’s wrist, and pulled her toward the exit.

The cold air hit Paige’s skin, a sharp contrast to the heat burning in her chest. Azzi dropped her wrist the second they were outside, pacing a few steps away before turning back, her eyes dark.

Paige exhaled hard, running a hand through her hair. “Alright, tell me what the hell that was.”

“Are you serious right now?”

Paige threw her arms out. “Yes, Azzi! I don’t get why you’re so upset over a question I didn’t even lie about.”

Azzi’s jaw clenched. “You answered it so easily.”

“Because it was easy!” Paige shot back, voice rising. “I am single! That’s what you wanted, right? You were the one who wanted to keep things open during your first few months here, so what the hell do you want from me?”

Azzi’s jaw tightened, her lips pressing into a thin line. “You could’ve at least hesitated. Said you weren’t available.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s what you’re mad about? You wanted me to sit there and stutter for you? For what?” She stepped closer. “I didn’t even want the fucking girl, Azzi. I don’t want any of them. But you—you don’t want to commit, so I go along with it. I always go along with whatever you want.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” Paige shot back. “You don’t get to be mad at me when you’re the one holding all the cards. You always have.”

Azzi let out a breath, her expression faltering for a second. “Paige, you’re drunk.”

“No shit. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong, Azzi.”

Azzi turned away, shaking her head like she was trying to shut this all out. But Paige wasn’t done.

“You don’t want me to say I’m single? Fine, I won’t.” Paige took another step forward. “You want me to ignore every girl who looks at me? Fine, I’ll do that too.” She threw her hands up. “Hell, Azzi, just tell me what you want, and I’ll fucking do it! Because that’s what I always fucking do.”

Azzi’s nostrils flared as she turned back. “That’s not true, Paige. I don’t control you.”

Paige let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. “You don’t even realize it, do you?”

Azzi stayed silent, her eyes darting over Paige’s face like she wanted to argue but couldn’t find the words.

Paige exhaled shakily before lowering her voice. “You wanna know what really pisses me off about this whole thing Azzi?”

Azzi swallowed. “What?”

“I told you I loved you.” Paige’s voice cracked, just slightly.

Azzi stiffened.

“Ten months ago, Az.” Paige let out a humorless breath, shaking her head. “I told you, and you didn’t say it back.”

Azzi’s face fell, her lips parting like she wanted to speak, but nothing came out.

Paige scoffed, blinking harshly. “You’re pissed over some girl asking me if I’m single, but you—” Her voice wavered, her chest tightening. “You couldn’t even fucking answer me that night.”

Azzi swallowed again, her throat bobbing. “Paige, I—”

“No.” Paige cut her off. “You don’t get to be mad at me for answering a question honestly when you—when you couldn’t even fucking answer me.”

Silence.

Azzi’s fingers twitched at her sides like she wanted to reach for Paige, like she wanted to say something, but she didn’t.

Azzi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. “You only say this shit when you’re drunk.”

Paige’s head snapped up, her frustration boiling over. “God, Azzi, you always use that as fucking excuse! Like I’m blackout or something, like I don’t know what the hell I’m saying.” She took a step closer. “But I do. I always do. I always remember”

Azzi’s jaw clenched, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Paige you can’t just—”

“No, Azzi.” Paige cut in, her breath unsteady. “I meant it then, and I mean it now. But you—you act like none of it counts. Like my feelings don’t count unless I say them exactly when you want me to.”

Azzi let out a slow breath, looking away for a second before finally meeting Paige’s eyes again. The fight in her expression dulled, replaced by something softer, something tired.

“Can we just—” Azzi sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Can we just talk at home please?”

Paige hesitated, her chest still tight, her hands still curled at her sides. She wanted to keep pushing, to make Azzi see how much this hurt. But instead, she exhaled hard and gave a slow nod. “Okay.”

Azzi didn’t say anything else, just reached for Paige’s wrist again, this time with less force, guiding her away from the bar and toward the dorms.

And even though the argument had paused, the tension between them hadn’t gone anywhere.

…

The door shuts behind them, but neither of them speaks at first. Paige walks to the bed, sitting down, her head still spinning from alcohol and frustration. Azzi lingers near the door, back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest like she’s bracing herself.

She doesn’t look at Paige when she finally breaks the silence. “Why do you never say any of this when you’re sober?”

Paige lets out a long breath, tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling. “I don’t know, Az.” She drops her gaze back down, meeting Azzi’s eyes. “But does it even matter?”

“Yes. It does.”

Paige scoffs, shaking her head. “No, it doesn’t. Because whether I say it drunk or sober, it’s still the truth.”

Azzi shifts against the wall before saying, “You think that’s the same thing?”

Paige leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “Yes! I always know what I’m saying, Az. I’m not just making shit up.”

Azzi looks away, jaw tight. Paige watches her carefully, then sighs, voice dropping. “Do you even care?”

Azzi’s head snaps toward her. “Of course I care.”

Paige pushes, her frustration mounting. “Then say something more than that. Say something more than just telling me that what I’m saying doesn’t matter because I’m drunk.”

Paige sees it—the hesitation, the walls going up. It makes her stomach twist. It’s almost ironic how much of a 180 they’ve done. It used to be Azzi begging Paige to say something, to give her a hint of how she felt.

Paige lets out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “See? This is what you do. You never say anything. You never let me know where I stand with you, but the second someone asks me if I’m single, suddenly it’s a problem? Suddenly all hell breaks loose.”

Azzi’s brow furrows. “That’s not—”

“No, that’s exactly what this is!” Paige cuts her off, her voice rising. She leans forward, frustration spilling out. “You get upset, but you won’t tell me why. You won’t tell me what you want. Just—tell me how you feel, Azzi. Please.”

The silence between them stretches, heavy and suffocating. Paige waits, her heart hammering, but Azzi stays frozen, her throat bobbing as she struggles for words.

Paige lets out a quiet sigh, shaking her head. “That’s what I thought.”

She pushes herself up from the bed, ready to walk away. “Forget it. I need to cool off.”

Azzi’s eyes snap to her, panic flashing across her face. “Paige, this is your room.”

Paige shrugs, not turning back. “I’ll be back, I just—I need a minute.”

But before she can reach the door, Azzi moves.

Her hand wraps around Paige’s wrist—not forcefully, just enough to stop her. Azzi swallows hard, her grip tightening slightly. She could speak now. She could say what Paige wants to hear. But the words don’t come.

Instead, she pulls Paige toward her and kisses her.

It’s hesitant at first, uncertain, but when Paige doesn’t pull away, Azzi deepens it, her hands moving to Paige’s waist, fingers pressing into her like she’s afraid she’ll let go.

Paige exhales into the kiss, her frustration melting away into something softer like it always did with Azzi. After a second she starts to pull back, trying to say something, but Azzi doesn’t let her.

Azzi chases her lips, pressing closer, her breath shaky. As if she’s scared for the moment to end as if she’s terrified to lose Paige.

She can’t find the words, but she can show her. She wants Paige to feel what she’s been too scared to say. So she kisses her harder and this time, Paige doesn’t try to stop her.

Azzi walks them backward, guiding Paige toward the bed. Paige barely has time to register it before the backs of her knees hit the edge, and she’s falling onto the mattress, leaning up on her elbows, breath uneven.

Her pupils are blown wide as she stares up at Azzi, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Azzi reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.

Paige freezes.

Her mouth parts slightly, and for a second, she just stares—completely awe-struck. The way the lighting casts soft shadows along the curves of Azzi’s body, the way her hair falls slightly over her shoulder—it makes Paige dizzy.

Azzi holds her gaze, searching for hesitation, but Paige’s hands are already moving before she can think—gripping Azzi’s waist, pulling her forward.

Azzi exhales softly before climbing onto Paige’s lap, settling over her with ease.

Then she kisses her again.

Paige’s hands travel up Azzi’s back, fingertips pressing softly into her skin as Azzi deepens the kiss, pouring every unspoken word into it.

She doesn’t need to say it. Not now. Not when she can show Paige exactly what she means.

And Paige?

She lets her.

She lets herself fall.

She always has.

Azzi pulls away just enough for their lips to part, her breath warm against Paige’s skin. Her fingers tremble slightly where they rest against Paige’s ribs.

“P, I’ve never—”

Paige nods up at her before she can finish, already knowing. Understanding.

“We can stop,” Paige murmurs.

But Azzi shakes her head. “No. Not this time.”

Paige’s eyes search hers for any uncertainty, but there isn’t any.

So she nods, allowing Azzi to pull her shirt over her head, letting it fall somewhere to the side.

Azzi’s hands roam over Paige’s skin, like she’s memorizing every inch, like she’s seeing it in a new light.

Then, with gentle certainty, Paige flips them over, caging Azzi beneath her.

“Let me know if you want to stop,” she whispers, hovering above her, eyes locked onto Azzi’s.

Azzi doesn’t respond with words. She just reaches up, pulling Paige down into another kiss, hands tangling into her hair.

3rd Person POV - 2021 (Connecticut)

Paige had always been the one who struggled with communication. She was the one who avoided hard conversations, who buried her feelings beneath layers of sarcasm and easy distractions. Azzi was the opposite—she talked things through, making sure nothing was left unsaid. That’s just how they worked.

But now? Now everything was upside down.

After that night, Paige had expected something—anything—from Azzi. A conversation. A reassurance. Even an acknowledgment. Instead, she got silence.

Azzi didn’t disappear, not physically. They still saw each other every day. They still sat together at meals, still warmed up side by side at practice, still lingered in each other’s spaces. But something had shifted. Azzi wasn’t looking at her the same way. She wasn’t teasing her, wasn’t touching her the way she used to. She was there, but not really.

At first, Paige tried to talk about it. She gave Azzi easy openings, little moments where she could have said something.

"You good?" she’d asked one morning after practice, nudging Azzi’s knee under the table at breakfast.

"Yeah, just tired," Azzi replied, keeping her eyes down on her plate.

Another time, they were laying together on the bed and Paige mentioned, "We should talk, don’t you think?"

"About what?" Azzi asked, and Paige had felt something inside her crack.

After a few days of trying, Paige stopped. She told herself that maybe Azzi needed space. That maybe she was overthinking it. But deep down, she knew she wasn’t.

Azzi was retreating. And for the first time, Paige was the one left reaching.

The worst part? It hurt like hell.

Because no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise, she couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that the reason Azzi wouldn’t talk about it was because she regretted it.

That maybe she didn’t love Paige back. That maybe she had gotten everything wrong.

So Paige gave her space. She stopped trying, stopped pushing. If Azzi wanted to pretend nothing had changed, then fine.

Still, the distance between them was suffocating. And with each passing day, resentment started to fester.

Like always it came to a head at Ted’s.

The bar was packed, the music loud, but Paige barely noticed any of it. She was a few drinks in, lingering at the bar with some girl from who knows where—she didn’t even remember her name. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t interested. She was just there, going through the motions, trying not to think about the way Azzi had been avoiding her for days. Paige knew she shouldn’t have let this girl get this close, knew she shouldn’t even be talking to her. But she wanted to get a reaction out of Azzi and she knew this was a sure way to do it.

She knew it worked when she felt that familiar gaze burning into her skin.

Azzi was a few steps away, sitting with their teammates, her jaw tight, fingers gripping her drink a little too hard. Paige wasn’t sure how long Azzi had been watching, but she could see it—the tension in her shoulders.

Just as Paige let out a small laugh at something the girl beside her said Azzi was next to her.

"Didn’t take you long to move on."

Paige turned slowly, her brows drawing together. "What?"

“Nothing. Just didn’t think you’d be so... quick about it."

"Are you serious right now?" she asked, her voice carrying over the music.

Azzi shrugged, bringing her drink to her lips. "I mean, you’re single, right? Just living it up finally."

"You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like you care when you’re the one who's spent the last few weeks acting like nothing happened."

Azzi’s lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak, clenching her jaw to stop herself.

Paige shook her head. "No, say it. Say what you’ve been thinking. Because I know you, Azzi.

“Maybe I don’t care anymore. Maybe I just don’t have anything to say."

"Bullshit." Paige took a step closer, her voice rising. "You always have something to say. Except now."

Azzi exhaled sharply, her jaw tightening.

Paige shook her head, “You’re such a fucking coward sometimes Az.”

Azzi flinched.

Paige knew it was a low blow, but she didn’t care.

Azzi’s eyes darkened and hurt flashed across her face before she said something she knew would hurt Paige. "Maybe letting you fuck me was a mistake."

Silence. Paige felt the words settle. The bar blurring around her.

Azzi’s expression immediately shifted when she realized how far she went, like she hadn’t meant to say it, like she wished she could take it back.

Paige swallowed hard, forcing a laugh even as her chest ached. "At least now I finally know where I stand."

Azzi opened her mouth, but Paige didn’t wait for whatever excuse was coming. She turned on her heel and walked out, pushing past bodies, her vision hazy.

The cold air outside was a stark contrast to the suffocating heat inside the bar, but Paige barely noticed. She was too focused on getting away, her feet moving fast down the sidewalk.

But before she could get too far, a hand wrapped around her wrist.

"Paige, wait. I’m sorry."

Paige whipped around, yanking her arm free. "For what, Azzi? What the hell do you want from me?"

Azzi stood there, breathing hard, her eyes wild under the streetlights. "I’m so sorry, I—just—can we talk?"

"Talk? Now you wanna talk? After you stood in there and called what we had a fucking mistake?"

Azzi flinched. "I didn’t mean that."

"But you said it…And you know what? Maybe you’re right. Maybe it was a mistake. Not because of what we did, but because I was stupid enough to think you actually wanted this. Wanted me."

Azzi ran a hand down her face, frustration rolling off her in waves as tears pooled in her eyes. "God, Paige, you act like this is so easy for me."

Paige’s nostrils flared. "It is! It’s the easiest thing in the fucking world! I love you, Azzi! And I don’t understand why that’s so damn hard for you to accept, to believe me. But you don’t give a fuck so it really doesn’t matter.”

Azzi’s face twisted with something Paige couldn’t figure out—guilt, fear, longing. Maybe all of it.

"I never said I didn’t care."

Paige let out a sharp breath. "You didn’t have to. You shut down. You ran. You left me with nothing, Azzi. I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to give you space, hoping you’d come to me when you were ready. But all I got was silence."

Azzi shook her head, stepping closer. "I didn’t know what to do."

"You didn’t know what to do?!" Paige’s voice cracked, her hands trembling. "How about telling me the fucking truth? How about choosing me?"

Azzi exhaled heavily "I was fucking terrified, okay?"

"Of what?" Paige threw her arms out. "Loving me? Because, newsflash, Azzi, if you really loved me, you wouldn’t have pushed me away the second things got real."

Azzi’s eyes flashed with something desperate and before she could stop herself, the words spilled out of her mouth.

"I do love you Paige."

It came out like a confession, like a plea. Like something she had been trying so damn hard to bury but couldn’t hold back any longer.

Paige stilled. Her breath hitched. Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked them back, shaking her head. "No, you don’t."

Azzi stepped forward, looking at her like she was everything, like she was terrified to lose her. "Paige—"

Paige turned on her heel, ready to leave, to put as much distance as possible between herself and Azzi before she shattered completely. But Azzi wasn’t letting her go this time.

She grabbed Paige’s wrist again, but this time, she didn’t just hold her back—she pulled her in. Pulled her close, so close that Paige could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the sheer panic radiating off her.

"Paige, please." Azzi’s voice cracked, and something about it—about the way she said her name like it was her last lifeline—made Paige freeze.

Azzi’s hands were trembling as she clutched at Paige’s arms. She wasn’t running now. She wasn’t shutting down. She was unraveling.

"I don’t know how to do this," Azzi admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know how to love you without losing myself."

Paige swallowed hard, her anger slowly being replaced with concern. "Azzi—"

"No, let me say this." Azzi took a deep breath, blinking rapidly, a few tears rolling down her cheek. "I’m always so calculated. So in control. And then you come along, and suddenly I can’t even think straight half the time. You—" she exhaled shakily "—you scare the shit out of me, P."

Paige’s brows pulled together, her heart aching at the vulnerability in Azzi’s voice. "Azzi, I would never hurt you."

Azzi let out a small, breathless laugh, shaking her head. "That’s the problem. You could. You did for a little bit. When I was completely in love with you and I had to be your best friend and listen to you telling me about how you slept with someone else for the first time. That’s when I realized you could break me, Paige. How you could ruin my entire world and that terrifies me more than anything."

Paige’s breath caught.

"I didn’t pull away because I don’t love you," Azzi admitted, her voice trembling. "I pulled away because I love you too much. Because the moment I let myself have you, I knew I’d never want to let you go. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live without you and I didn’t know what to do with that."

Paige felt the last of her anger drain away, leaving only understanding in its place because she had gone through that exact same thing.

Azzi wasn’t scared because she didn’t love her. She was scared because she did.

Deeply. Completely.

Paige reached up, cupping Azzi’s face, her thumb brushing over her cheek. "You don’t have to know what to do. You just gotta trust me Az. Trust that maybe we can figure it out together."

Azzi’s lips parted, her breath shaky, and then she kissed her.

Not out of desperation. Not out of fear. Paige hesitated at first, a split second of uncertainty passing through her, but then she melted into it, her hands sliding around Azzi, squeezing her like she’d never let go. Her entire body was trembling, but not from the usual anger or frustration. This was something else. Something deeper, more vulnerable.

The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about passion alone. It was about everything—everything they had been through, everything they wanted to be together. It was everything they’d both been afraid to admit.

When they finally pulled away, both of them breathless, Azzi rested her forehead against Paige’s, closing her eyes for a moment.

"I love you." Azzi whispered it so softly, as if the words had been buried for years, locked away in a place she’d never dared to go. "I’ve always loved you. I’ve loved you since I was 15. I just didn’t know how to say it."

Paige’s breath hitched. She felt a lump in her throat, a quiet sob wanting to escape, but she swallowed it down. She leaned into Azzi, her forehead still against hers, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky exhale. "Then please don’t run this time. Just let me love you, Azzi—because I—I love you so much baby. And I’m sorry I didn’t realize as fast as you did. That I—"

Azzi’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Paige’s she shook her head no slowly, her hands tightening around Paige’s waist. "It doesn’t matter. I promise I’m not going anywhere anymore."

…

It wasn’t the quiet moments that made them realize they were in love.

Not the nights tangled together in bed, whispering into the darkness, even when they weren’t officially anything.

Not the stolen glances or the lingering touches, the warmth of Azzi’s childhood bedroom where they figured themselves out.

Not the laughter, the tenderness, or the countless times they looked at each other like they held the entire world in their hands. When Paige dropped everything to be at Azzi’s side. When they’d wake up early and just smile at one another.

No—those were the moments they fell.

But this—this was when they knew.

It was in the arguments, in the breaking points. In the way their love made them reckless, made them desperate, made them vulnerable in ways they had never been before. It was in the fear, in the unbearable weight of knowing that the other had the power to destroy them completely.

Loving each other was never the risk. Letting themselves be loved back—that was.

But in the end, it was these moments—the raw, painful, necessary ones—that led them home to each other. That made it possible for them to be steady and completely content in one another when the attention started flying their way as they grew up.

[sinstear]

ㅤI KINDA WANNA KISS YOUR GIRLFRIEND IF YOU DON’T MIND

tags; 18+, established ellabs relationship, loser!abby, sub!abby, dom!reader, dom!ellie (kinda), cocky!reader, fingering (a!receiving) needy abby, mutual pining between 3 fuckin’ idiots who don’t want to admit they like each other to be honest, smoking, dirty talk, spitting, nipple play. wrote this 3 times 😃 so if i’m missing some stuff, soz!

You’ve been Ellie’s best friend since you could practically walk, curse like a sailor at a random person in the street if they looked at you funny, and break anything you could find. Abby, who’s been dating Ellie for almost 2 years, wonders if Ellie had ever felt anything other than friendship with you. She wonders if she looks at you in the way Abby finds herself doing. Was it wrong? So wrong to look at someone who isn’t her girlfriend? Maybe but she wasn’t going to tell Ellie that. No.

It probably only started after times Ellie had asked you to pick Abby up from work because she herself was working, and maybe if you hadn’t given her that stupid fucking lazy smile you’d give her whenever she would grumble under her breath at your loud music every single time you did pick her up, then maybe she wouldn’t steal glances at you. Even when her girlfriend was with her.

If Ellie picked up on it, she sure as hell never mentioned it to Abby or You. Ellie was good. If she notices something, she doesn’t say anything until Abby brings it up first. They got each other like that.

Since getting with Abby, Ellie never really moved out from the apartment she shared with you. Her girlfriend spends more time there than she does at her own place so it always made sense this way. You were never a third wheel per say, you enjoyed both their company; even if you were a grumpy asshole most of the time.

You also loved to pretend to be annoyed at the fact they would always wake you up. Acting like it bothered you, but when breakfast came, Abby would be a blushing, flustered mess when you would mock how she sounds. Ellie would sit on the other side of the couch, drinking her coffee and smirking subtly.

Ellie’s sitting on her— your bed, Abby slumped between her legs with her head resting on the brunette’s chest comfortably. She’s reading one of her books, Ellie isn’t sure which one, just knows it’s one from her huge collection and she slowly threads her fingers through the Blonde hair, tugging strands lightly.

“Stop hoggin it,” Abby murmurs, reaching a hand up behind her. “S’my turn.”

Rolling her eyes, Ellie pulls the joint from between her lips and carefully passes it to Abby, slipping it between her fingers and shoving her other hand under her girlfriend’s shirt. The action causes Abby to shiver and wrap her lips around the joint before inhaling.

Both of them are able to share the joint a few more times until the sound of the bathroom door is unlocking, and you walk out freshly showered hair wet and a loose pair of sweatpants hang loosely around your hips with a little too tight shirt on. Of course Abby notices that.

“Can you guys go five minutes without fuckin on my bed’? I bet you’ve both fucked twice since I went in the shower,” you grumbled as you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Ellie snorts under her breath, eyebrow slightly raising. “Told you that you’re welcome to join.”

As you move around your room, you glance over and find Abby’s eyes fluttering closed with each puff she takes, and a subtle grin appears on your lips. “Nah, think you guys would enjoy that too much— is that my shirt?”

“Relax, she needed a new one.” Ellie scoffed.

“Wasn’t gonna say anything, looks good,” You nodded, dropped your towel on the floor and made your way back over to the bed. “Are you gonna share or?”

Abby’s eyes snap open and lock with yours quickly when she finally takes notice of you being a lot closer than you originally were. “No,” She smirked playfully, dropped her book beside her and shook her head. “Don’t feel like it.”

“Oh? You don’t?” You laughed, cocking your head to the side with a soft tut. “Ellie, does your girl not have manners?”

“Only sometimes,” Ellie murmured against Abby’s neck, and snuck her hand back up the shirt. “She doesn’t like to share joints with many people.”

Eyeing her up closely, a deep hum emitted from the back of your throat. “Yeah, I can see that, dickhead,” You scowled and held your hand out. “But I bought the weed, therefore you’re smoking my stuff.”

Blowing the smoke in your face, Abby giggles with a gentle eye roll and passes it to you this time, shivering and softly whimpering when Ellie’s hand cups one of her tits. None of you are seemingly embarrassed by this. Or you chose to ignore Abby’s flushed cheeks.

“Please don’t fuck on my bed again,” You sighed, watching how Ellie practically gropes Abby right before your eyes and not having a single ounce of shame.

“Abby likes when people watch,” Ellie admitted, biting back a laugh when Abby scoffs. “Right, you like when she watches.” Just like that her eyes snap open again and she’s caught. Shit.

“What?” Abby chokes out.

“S’cute,” You started, taking another hit and chuckling. “Think we don’t know, but we do,”

“Know what?”

“Your little staring problem. You think I don’t notice the way you stare a little too long? Especially when it’s just you and me. M’surprised you haven’t drooled over yourself yet.”

“That’s not—”

“So you haven’t thought about it before?”

Ellie’s silently watching from behind, smirking and pushing the shirt up higher, Abby’s perky nipples on display before you can blink. “T..Thought about what?” She mumbles, eyes not leaving yours.

Her lips part and pupils are blown slightly wide when you kneel on the bed and the joint is still between your lips. “You’ve never thought about me fucking you?”

The question hangs in the air, her skin is covered in goosebumps, you’ve got her right where you want her that she seems to only be focused on you. So focused that Ellie manages to get the shirt off her without a problem. “Do you, Baby?” Ellie finally speaks and it’s soft against her ear. “Do you think about her fucking you?”

Placing the joint in the ashtray, your attention doesn’t waver from Abby. It’s always on her for fuck sake, you’ve stole your own glances at her when Ellie’s not here, when she’s in your apartment, wearing your clothes that Ellie lent her. Fuck.

“S..Sometimes.” Abby admitted with a moan, heat pooling between her legs and she doesn’t have the balls to admit just how wet she is right now.

“Ellie?”

“What?”

“Can I kiss her?” The question is innocent and Abby’s heart swells at how softly you ask. Your hand rests on her thigh, eyes roaming her face slowly and that stupid grin would have her melting into a puddle if she was stood up and not lying down.

Abby’s cheeks flush at the feeling of Ellie’s smile against her neck, and the vibration of her laugh sends her into a frenzy. “Do you want her to kiss you?”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Yes.”

You’re suddenly so much closer to her face, so close that she can see the way your pupils are blown too. Was it the weed? Was it something else? Abby wasn’t sure, but with Ellie’s fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, and your breath against her face, she couldn’t focus. “You want it?” You asked, fingers gripping her chin.

“Uh huh,” Abby nodded, arching against Ellie’s chest at a certain pinch.

“You want it?”

“Please?”

You press your lips to hers, and Abby melts into you with a gentle sigh. She didn’t expect for your lips to be so perfect and soft against hers, maybe it’s because of all the times she catches you using lip balm or some stupid shit you saw on the internet, either way, she doesn’t care. Not when your free hand reaches up and cups the side of her face and kisses her just a little harder. Ellie watches from behind and her stomach flutters and her cunt clenches around nothing at the sight. At the sounds you were easily pulling from her girlfriend.

Whimpering into your mouth suddenly, Abby grips your hand and pushes it downwards abruptly. Pulling away just slightly, you ignored the whine she let out and laughed at how wet she was. “Weed makes you fuckin’ horny, huh?”

Makes her horny all the time, why do you think she’s always riding my cock like a slut?” Ellie piped up, biting and sucking her neck harshly. “Bet you could just slip your fingers right in, always so wet.”

“Want me to fuck you?” You whispered against her lips, squeezing and gripping her thigh. Abby’s quick to nod while you simply tutted again. “Words, Baby.”

“Yes, want you to fuck me,” She whimpered quietly and lifted her hips up at your patting of her hip. Licking her lips and looking away bashfully when you’re pulling down her sweatpants and her boxers, she suddenly feels embarrassed at the noticeable wet patch on the fabric.

“Makes you horny alright,” You murmured and threw her clothes somewhere behind you. Your eyes find Ellie, and for a few seconds you just stare at each other. “Is this okay?”

“It’s okay with me, Abs are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, just— please,” She sighed, legs falling open on their own accord and her cunt glistened with slick before you. “Need you to fuck me, please, please.”

“Someone’s needy,” You commented.

Before Abby could respond to your words, your lips were already back on hers, kissing her hungrily. Your teeth nipped at her bottom lip, hands running up and down her thighs and she shivered. Blunt nails sunk into the skin and Abby whines pathetically at both yours and Abby’s touch. “Such a needy slut,” Ellie murmurs into her neck, fingertips pinching harder at her nipples. “Need to always be full, hm?”

Your thumb finds her clit, and Abby pulls away with a soft whimper, a string of spit keeping the two of you together as her eyes flutter closed and arches into you. “So wet,” You murmured, kissing up and down her jaw. You rub slow circles on her clit, and smile against her skin at her jolts. “Sensitive too.”

“I bet,” Ellie laughed, reaching her hand up and tilting Abby’s head back by her chin. “Only fucked her this morning—”

“Could hear you,” You scoffed, dipping your fingers down and slipping them between her soaked folds, slick coating your fingers embarrassingly quick. “Sound so pretty when you moan,” Your lips brushed against her ear and Abby whined. “So pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Abby’s eyes fluttered open at your words, cheeks flushed and heart hammering in her chest, to find Ellie already looking down at her with a smirk on her lips and her thumb stroked her cheek slowly. “Open your mouth for me, baby,” She asked, moving her fingers and tapping her lips. “Be a good girl for us, yeah?”

Obediently, Abby opens her mouth and Ellie lowers her face down a little more. You watched the sight silently, fingers still rubbing faster and harsher circles on her clit, and you licked your lips hungrily as Ellie held her mouth open by her chin, and spat a glob of spit into her waiting mouth. Just as she went to swallow, the brunette locked her in a harsh kiss and Abby moaned into her mouth when you’re sinking two of your fingers into her cunt. Her hand grasped your wrist tightly and the other held onto Ellie’s knee tightly.

“So tight,” You growled at the feeling of her walls clamping tightly around your fingers. Abby’s hand grips your wrist harder, hips wildy bucking up into your touch as your fingers brush and curl against her velvet walls perfectly.

Pulling away with a smack of wet lips, Ellie grinned down at Abby’s flushed face, wiped the spit from the corners of her lips with her thumb, and slid her other hand down her stomach. “Look so pretty,” She murmurs softly. “Pretty when you’re stuffed full and being a good girl.”

“More,” Abby whimpered, grinding against your fingers, taking them deeper with each thrust. Her back arches against Ellie’s chest, pushing more up into you when your lips find her neck; where you kiss, bite and suck harshly. “Fuck.”

Your lips curl into a smile at her whimpers, and you barely notice Ellie moving her hand down between Abby’s legs until she gasps loudly and holds your wrist with an iron grip. “This what you wanted? Me playing with your pretty clit while she fucks you?”

“Yes— fuck, please.” Abby chants pathetically.

Littering kisses up and down her neck, another curl of your fingers has her letting go of your wrist and wrapping an arm around your neck, pulling you closer to her. “You think about me when you fuck yourself?” You found yourself muttering into her skin, working your fingers in and out of her with vigor. “Hm?”

The way her cunt clenches around your fingers, and clit throbs beneath Ellie’s thumb at your question is an answer for both of you and it has your heart hammering in your chest. “Course you do, pussy’s made for my fingers, ain’t she?” You’re purposely Pissing Ellie off, and it works when you hear her grumbling behind Abby. “Don’t worry, baby, my cock will be perfect for you.”

Abby gasps, but she’s not sure if it’s the way you’re fucking her so good, or your words that has her flushed and wrecked, but she doesn’t seem to care. Especially not when you lift your head from her neck, lean your face closer to hers and brush your lips against her pink plump ones. “Look so pretty for me, so beautiful while you ride my fingers like a whore,” You smiled. Smiled like you didn’t have your fingers reaching parts she couldn’t even reach.

It usually takes Abby a while to get to where she wants, but when she feels the tightening of her lower stomach, the familiar feeling rising, she closes her legs around your wrist, shamelessly grinding against your fingers. “M’gonna cum,” She whines, eyes fluttering open and closed a couple of times before they find yours again. “Need to cum,”

“Yeah?” You cocked your head to the side, looked down where Ellie had one of her hands on her thighs, keeping it apart and hummed at the sight of her fingers against Abby’s clit. “Gonna cum for me or her?”

“Please—”

“Who are you gonna cum for? Me or her?” You asked again, speeding up your fingers. “C’mon baby, tell me who you’re gonna cum for.”

The loud squelching sounds had the blood rushing to her head, the thumping in her ears louder and Abby’s lips parted with a loud whimper when you’re brushing that spot that makes her toes curl. “You! M’gonna cum for you, please.”

“Yeah? Go on then, cum for me.”

That’s all it took for her body to tense up, like your words were the only things she needed to hear, as her back arches, body arching into you, her gasps come out in short breaths and cums against your fingers with a pathetic whine. The gush of sticky spray covering your wrist makes you grin down at her smugly. “Fuck, made you squirt, huh? Definitely need to do that again, angel,” You murmured, leaning down and kissing her lips with a soft moan of your own. “You’re so pretty when you cum.”

As Abby came down from her high, your fingers buried to a hilt, still inside her, your lips found her ear again and your eyes locked with Ellie’s lustful ones as you spoke. “You’re gonna ride my cock while we show your girlfriend how to fuck her girl right, yeah?”

[bunnybuunn]

Bad humor.

Summary: Agatha makes a bad joke about reader’s stuffie and Rio forcing her to fix the situation.

Pairing: Mama!Agatha x Little!reader x Mommy!Rio.

Warnings: Age regression, slight angst, Agatha being Agatha, fluffy ending.

You were excited to go on another trip with your mommies because you knew that it would be fun. The best part of dating witches was being by their side while they were dealing with their usual magical stuff. Right now you were busy packing all of your stuffies in your backpack when one of them accidentally fell down on the floor.

 It was your favorite stuffed bunny. 

You were just about to pick it up when Agatha's hand grabbed it before you could. She smirked a little bit before looking at it with a fake worried look on her face and then pretending to check his pulse. Agatha looked at your little confused face, and it was hard for her to suppress her smile. 

 

„I’m afraid that Mr. Bunny is dead, darling.”

 

The woman put a hand on her heart, pretending to be completely devastated by his death. If you weren’t regressed, you would immediately catch on to her sarcasm, but right now her words sounded so realistic to you. Agatha enjoyed teasing you, but being the woman she is, she couldn’t stop when she should’ve. 

 

„What an awful death.”

 

She mocked once more before looking at you and seeing that you already got teary-eyed. That was a very bad sign, and the last thing that Agatha wanted right now was dealing with your tantrum. 

You tried to hold back your tears, but almost started crying before Rio entered the room and saw you standing in front of Agatha with your eyes full of tears.

She had almost let out an annoyed sigh, finding that situation way too familiar. The woman knew that it was probably another one of Agatha’s stupid jokes that made you this upset. 

 

„You okay, honey?”

 

She asked, approaching both of you and tilting your head up by gently grabbing your chin with her fingers. You shook your head and pointed at the toy that Agatha was still holding in her hands. 

 

„Mama said that Bunny died!”

 

You said, before hot tears flushed down your cheeks and you let out a couple of sniffles, looking at your favorite toy in the woman’s hands. Rio knew that she had to calm you down before the whole situation got too overwhelming for her liking. 

 

„He has to go wit’ you now, Mommy.”

 

Rio almost growled from your words. She hated dealing with your tears. Seeing you like that made her black heart ache. She didn’t want to deal with that stupid situation, but she had to since her wife also behaved like a whole child.

She gave you a pat on the head and then turned her head in Agatha’s direction.

 

„No, baby, I won’t take him away. Mama will fix it, right?”

 

Her tone let Agatha know that it wasn’t a question. Rio was fed up and was waiting for Agatha to fix the situation that she had created herself. 

The woman sighed deeply and then put your stuffie on the bed, thinking of ways to make your bunny „alive“ again. The next minute, purple glimmer washed over Mr. Bunny’s body, turning him into an actual bunny. 

It wasn’t Agatha’s plan that she wanted to go with, but at least the toy clearly didn’t seem dead now. 

Both Agatha and Rio looked a bit surprised, but they quickly relaxed when they saw that your little face finally brightened up as you saw a small bunny sitting on the bed. 

 

„Well, I guess he’s more alive than he had ever been before, my dear.”

 

Agatha said, quietly amazed by her work. Rio smiled softly at her, feeling glad that the whole situation was finally over. 

You picked up the bunny and hugged him closely, gently petting his little head with your fingers.You always wanted a pet, since Señor Scratchy didn’t seem to enjoy playing with you at all. 

 

„I guess Señor Scratchy just got himself a new friend, didn’t he, sweetheart?”

 

Agatha rolled her eyes at Rio’s comment before both women leaned down to give you a little kisses on the forehead. You smiled softly at them before turning your whole attention back to the bunny that was now sitting on your lap. 

Taglist: @aew-regression-cove @tinylilacbun

[fuddaroundandgetbueckets]

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I be havin fun wit it fr. kinda corny what whatevr!!!! I am the corniest. Trying to tell a biblically accurate Pazzi story so pardon my reach

A Long Time Coming

Part 5 - Azzi’s Turn

Fall/Winter – 2021

On the tenth morning of November, Azzi was out for a run in Storrs. She told herself it was just a light jog, and she could use it as an opportunity to appreciate the last of the fall foliage in Connecticut before winter truly arrived. In truth, winter was already here, and Azzi felt it through the chill her long sleeve couldn’t protect her from.

Her birthday was tomorrow, something she felt indifferent about. All she could focus on was how busy her day would be – she had morning lift, her economics exam at 10am, followed by one of her first in-season games with the Huskies, which she could potentially be star–

As her right foot made contact with the ground, she slipped on a wet leaf on the sidewalk, almost falling before catching herself. She paused with her hands on her hips, breathing heavy. For whatever reason, almost falling had her heart racing – a pent-up fear bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. It reminded her that she was fragile, breakable; like when she tore her ACL a few years ago.

She paced forward until she found a bench to sit on, still breathing heavy. Her hands landed on her knees, and she closed her eyes, trying to recoup herself.

She was far away from campus now, and too anxious to run back. Walking would probably take thirty minutes to an hour. She groaned to herself.

In that moment, her phone buzzed: a call from Paige. Azzi felt her heart rate go down.

“Azzi, yo, I’m so bored. Do you want –” Paige rambled immediately, promptly being cut off by Azzi.

“Can you pick me up?” She said, sounding a little breathless, “I’m by that Joshua Preserve.”

A pause.

“Are you good? How did you end up there? I’m on my way. It’s also freezing, What the f –”

Azzi cut her off again, laughing slightly, “I’m fine, I just ran out here and don’t want to run back.”

“You did this…willingly?”

“Shut up.”

Seven minutes later, Paige pulled up to the Joshua Trust Preserve entrance and Azzi happily hopped into the passenger seat. Paige threw on her seat warmers, Azzi’s to the highest setting.

“Hey,” Azzi said nonchalantly, “Thanks for picking me up so fast. Did you run through every red light to get here or something?”

Paige rolled her eyes, pulling out of the lot and onto the road. “Something like that.” She peered over at her friend, taking in her chattering teeth and goosebump-covered skin. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth and blindly reached in her backseat.

Azzi watched as she did so, taking in Paige’s shoulders and long arms. Had she gotten…broader? She was so transfixed by Paige’s upper body she didn’t realize Paige had chucked her extra hoodie and sweatpants in her face until she was sputtering, annoyed.

“Dude,” Azzi grumbled, “Thanks.”

“Who wears just a long sleeve while running in November in Connecticut,” Paige asks rhetorically in a flat tone. “Actually, let’s back up. Who even enjoys running?”

Azzi, now very warm and comfortable thanks to Paige’s clothes, crossed her arms. “Lots of people,” she said matter-of-factly, “I felt fine while I was running.”

Paige looked over at her with a disbelieving expression, eyes zoning in on the red of her nose and its dusting on her cheeks from the chill outside. Pretty, she thought involuntarily. She scrunched her face in surprise at the thought and blinked, focusing back on the road.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Hm?” Azzi hummed, distracted as she stared at the trees flying by.

“Why did you stop running?”

Azzi paused for two seconds too long. “I was just tired.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you, and you weren’t.”

“Well, I was, so leave me alone.”

Paige looked at her again then, brows drawn. Azzi’s tone was too defensive for her to ignore. She reached out and casually rubbed Azzi’s trap muscle, it feeling as tense as she looked.

“Tell me,” Paige said softly.

Azzi let a breath out through her nose, closing her eyes at Paige’s ministration near her shoulder. “It’s stupid.”

“Tell me, even if you think it’s stupid.”

Azzi shifted, feeling uncomfortable with speaking on her vulnerability. But Paige was Paige, and she knew she wouldn’t judge her, and that she also wouldn’t stop until they talked about it.

“Back at the preserve, I was running over a wet patch, and I slipped,” Azzi said slowly, “It wasn’t anything, like I didn’t fall. It just freaked me out. It was like, what if I did fall and hurt myself? I just couldn’t run after that.” She didn’t have to say the word ACL for Paige to understand what she wasn’t saying out loud.

They were pulled into Paige’s apartment parking lot now. Shifting her car in park, Paige felt her heart drop at her friend’s muted distress. She looked over at Azzi, who was staring ahead, unmoving. She looked pensive and slightly closed off, and it made Paige want to give her hand a squeeze. So, she did.

Azzi looked down at Paige’s hand on top of her own in her lap. She stared at Paige’s thumb that grazed her knuckles.

“I –” Paige’s voice came out scratchy. She cleared her throat and continued. “I pray for you often, Az.”

Azzi, shocked, stared at Paige. She waited for Paige to elaborate, her mouth slightly agape as she seemingly couldn’t speak herself.

“After your injury, I wished for any strength to find you, and often. I wished for your health and for God to show you grace,” Paige paused, wanting to word her thoughts well, “I just am saying this because I think you should give yourself the same grace, Az. It was really hard what you went through, and it’s okay to not want it to happen again. Don’t let it scare you from life.”

Azzi digested her words, looking to Paige like she might cry. Paige’s heart skipped, worried she said the wrong thing. But Azzi lifted her hands to her chest on top of Paige’s hoodie she wore, and she sounded so small saying, “That was one of the nicest things you’ve ever said to me, Paige.”

Paige’s ears turned pink, and she stared at the dashboard, stuffing her hands in her hoodie pocket. “Yeah, well, I meant it.” She cleared her throat again.

Azzi smiled down at her lap for a moment, then looked over at her clearly embarrassed friend, enjoying the pink she spotted on her cheeks.

“Do you want to play Smurfs?”

Paige exhaled, muttering low, “Obviously.”  

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Paige hadn’t meant to stay up until the minute it was officially Azzi’s birthday, but there she was, watching as her alarm clock turned to 12:00am. She held her iPad loosely, rubbing the indent of the PMB monogram Azzi had gotten on the case when she gave it to her last month.

In truth, she wanted to call Azzi, but there was no way she was awake. Selfishly, she wanted to be the first to get her to laugh today, and to get her day started right. She opted for a voice message instead.

“Hey Azzi,” Paige said quietly into her phone speaker. “I’d call you, but I know you’re asleep. Pretty lame of you.” She paused, her brain freezing on what to say. She was beginning to feel emotional, thinking of all that Azzi meant to her, and how she could articulate it. She looked down at the phone, deleting the voice note she’d started.

She sat alone with herself in the quiet of her room, the only sounds being a car from the nearby road every so often. The drip of a drain outside her window.

“So stupid,” she whispered to herself, “Just talk.”

She cleared her throat.

“Hi lil’ Azzi,” she said with a cringe, feeling sick. Hi lil’ Azzi? She wanted to die.

She scrapped the note.

She sighed, trying again.

“Hey Az,” her voice coming out lower than she meant, “I’d call you, but I know the princess needs her beauty rest.” She smiled to herself. “I wanted to be the first to wish you happy birthday, 'cause you know, I’m your best friend and all.”

She paused, the quiet beginning to make her feel bolder.

“I’m so happy you actually listened to me and came to UConn, ‘cause I don’t think I’d be who I am without you. I mean as a player, and even a person sometimes. Like I genuinely think I am so cool for knowing you,” She stopped, rolling her eyes. “You’re going to get the biggest head listening to this, but it's fine. I really mean it. And shoutout Tim and Katie Fudd for giving me my best friend, honestly – that was a legendary collab. Also, it’s super weird how much you love to poop, but whatever. Maybe you’ll grow out of it at 19. You’re going to kill it today, and every day after. I love you, stupid.” Click. Send.

As Paige lay there, she quietly thanked God for giving her Azzi Fudd.

And when Azzi awoke and heard Paige’s message first thing in the morning, she pressed her face into her pillow for two reasons – first, to quiet her laugh from her sleeping roommate, and second, to hide her blush that had begun creeping up her neck. The two things Paige had wanted to give her.

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The Huskies beat Fort Hays State 111 to 47.

Azzi had played an amazing 22 minutes – making 22 points. Her teammates had cheered for her, patting her aggressively on the back and letting her know she was off the hook from Freshmen duty for the rest of the week. Paige clung to her, her arm around her shoulder like Velcro, shaking her every few minutes to yell, “My sharp shooter,” and “Best duo in the nation right here.” Azzi couldn’t remember the last time her cheeks hurt so bad from smiling.

Azzi, Paige, and Dorka found themselves doing the post-game press conference together – Azzi’s first. Paige found herself in the middle, and with one mic to share between the three of them, she took on the role of handing the mic to her teammates when needed.

As Azzi was asked her first question of the night, Paige leaned in and held the mic for her, just staring at her profile as she watched her friend nervously answer. Paige felt so proud of Azzi she thought her heart may burst out of her chest. Tonight was a cumulation of her best friend’s recovery and training, and they were finally doing the damn thing – together.

Paige continued watching Azzi as she spoke, her face slightly shiny still from running up and down the court. Paige’s eyes followed the straight bridge of her nose, the curve of her upper lip, her full bottom lip, her chin that made her face look like a heart, and now her large brown eyes that stared at her in confusion.

“Paige?” Azzi whispered, poking Paige in the knee.

“Huh?”

Oh. She was asked a question.

She blinked. “Yeah, I agree. Teamwork is everything,” Paige nodded at the group of reporters, feeling her face and neck grow ten shades of red. She heard Azzi snort.

The press asked Dorka a question next, and Paige happily handed her the microphone, staring at the table for the rest of the questions.

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Later, Paige and Azzi found themselves at Paige’s apartment, facetiming Azzi’s parents. They lay on Paige’s bed together, the temples of their heads touching as they both tried to fit on the phone camera.

“I miss you guys,” Azzi’s mom sighed. “You both played so well today.”

“She was a canon, Katie,” Paige said proudly, “Absolute dimes on the court.”

“She gets it from me!” Mr. Fudd could be heard from across the room. The three women looked at one another and mouthed no.

“Well, I’ll let you guys go – I’m sure you both are tired. Happy birthday again, honey, I’m so happy for you,” Mrs. Fudd said, pouting at having to say bye to her daughter(s).

“Thanks, mom,” Azzi smiled softly.

“Love you guys,” Azzi’s parents say through the camera, waving.

“Love you guys,” Paige and Azzi chorus back, smiling.

They hang up, and the two girls remain laying with their heads touching, eyes closed. Paige ignores how her left side touching Azzi feels prickly all over. Azzi ignores the way she can feel Paige’s eyelashes on her cheekbone when she blinks, and she definitely ignores the way she likes it.

Paige takes in a breath, “I didn’t mean to wait all day, but I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to,” Azzi says quietly, not wanting to move.

Paige hums and sits up; Azzi pretends to ignore the way she’s disappointed. Reaching under her nightstand, she grabs a blue gift bag, handing it to the younger girl gently.

Azzi smiled shyly, peering in the bag. Inside sat a stuffed dog that looked eerily similar to her dog at home, Stewie, a framed photo of the two of them with Steph Curry, blue light glasses, and a silver bracelet that read Azzi in cursive.

“I know you miss Stewie,” Paige started, suddenly feeling nervous, “And you said your eyes hurt from your laptop.”

Azzi looked up at her, smiling broadly. “Paige,” She laughed lightly, “Where did you even find this bracelet? No place has my name. Did you get it ordered custom?”

Paige scoffed, “No, I found it at like a gas station or something.” (Paige did not find it at a gas station; she had it custom made on Etsy and delivered a month ago).

Azzi just shook her head and smiled at her, reaching up to hug her around the neck. They held each other for a moment, chins resting in each other’s necks. Paige’s heart stuttered, particularly at Azzi’s, “You’re the best. Love you, Boogers.”

Paige took a breath threw her nose into Azzi’s shoulder, her voice coming out muffled, “Love you.”

A few moments later, they pulled apart, both looking at the alarm clock on Paige’s nightstand that read 12:00am. Azzi let out a sigh, languidly stretching her arms over her head and rolling her neck.

Paige, staring at her beginning to sit up and leave, found herself blurting, “Do you want to sleepover?”

Azzi looked at her and blinked once. “Yeah.”

Paige nodded, smoothing an invisible wrinkle on her sweatpants, “Cool.”

And so, they fell asleep facing each other. However, first, as Azzi snored lightly beside her, Paige lay awake wondering if she was coming down with a fever. Because, for the love of God, she’s never felt so weird around Azzi before.

Something was seriously wrong with her.

[redflagshipwriter]

Mamabat 10 part 2/2

masterpost

Sam craned to listen to secondhand sounds of combat. It was all filtered through Val’s headset, so it was vaguely electronic.

“Up!” Said a female voice. Was that Robin? Sam tried to piece it together. The little one had been Robin, she'd thought. Could have been a boy or a girl. Robin looked around Dani's size. 

Ah, hell. She pushed down the recurring dread that thoughts of Dani brought up. 

Dani was probably fine. She just wasn't answering them because she was fabulously busy in Malaysia or Guam or somewhere else gorgeous and fascinating. She wasn't in one of those labs. They hadn't left her in a lab for a month. Sam’s hands were shaking. She squeezed them hard, angry with herself. Good thing she wasn’t in that fight, she’d be useless like this. Useless!

The percussive sounds of fast, expert violence came through Val's sound system. “Damn,” Val said. “Nice swing.” 

The answer was a feminine laugh. Man, who was that? “Not half bad yourself,” said the unknown girl.

Sam untensed, a little. They didn’t sound stressed. It was probably going fine.

There was a groan. “Spoiler, please,” said Red Robin, in a tone he probably thought was too soft to be overheard. Ha. Val was using Vlad's creepertech, and Vlad was one of the best creeps out there. Sam felt weirdly proud of him for a moment. It bordered patriotism. Their freak was the best freak in the business. Eat your heart out, Batjerk.

“Like you're the only one who can pick up girls on the job?” The girl who had to be Spoiler said. 

Sam snorted. Good luck with that one! Val was spectacularly unavailable. She should know, she had tried. 

“Spoiler, Red Robin, and Robin.” Sam listed aloud for Tucker. “What do we know?” 

“All known associates of Batman, Gotham operatives, estimated active dates are at least a couple years each. Robin is clearly an inherited role, but this current one… been in for two years, I think.” Tucker listed off. “I think Spoiler and Red Robin were both former Robins, that's not too subtle.” 

Sam snorted. Her breath fanned out as visible moisture in the cold night air. 

“Likely older teens or early twenties, both of them. Robin is obviously pre puberty. 13 at the oldest.” 

Val made a subvocal grunt that meant she agreed with Tucker's assessment 

That fit. And she really didn't like it. Sam felt her hackles rise up. What was wrong with Gotham? Her group was all child vigilantes, sure, but they'd had no adult help. They'd also all been 14 or older when they got involved. Except for Dani. God, Dani, please don't be in that building. Sam had to relax her grip on the bazooka handle because she squeezed it so hard that the metal creaked. 

Danny was older now. But she didn't like that this was who he'd ended up with. Sam gritted her jaw hard and tried to keep her temper on a low simmer. She didn't have enough facts to think Batman would put Danny in danger. 

“Clear.” 

“Clear.”

The operation inside seemed to continue smoothly. 

“That should be all the staff members on the premises,” Red Robin said. “First lab, coming up.”

“Behind me.” Batman practically growled the order.

A door opened. Sam held her breath. 

“...Are those samples?” 

Val grunted slightly. Why? What was going on? “Cores,” Val said. “Basically, people who have been injured into a coma. Left like that, they're gonna die slowly. Starvation.” 

“What do we do?” Spoiler cut in. “I mean- what can we do?” 

“Is there a way to transport them?” Val dodged the question. “I don't- yeah, that's good.” 

“Can you provide treatment?” Batman pushed. “Where will you take them?”

Val let out a long, annoyed sigh. “I don't trust you enough to go into the details.”

“Why should we trust you, vixen?” Spat a very young voice.

“Vixen?” Spoiler repeated quietly, incredulously. 

“Robin, you can't say things like that!” Red Robin hissed. “Ow- little asshole.” 

“Enough. Thank you.” Batman cut off the chatter. “Let's clear the facility.” 

They found more cores in the labs. Sam felt her stomach condense tighter and tighter into a knot as they came across research areas time and time again. 

They hadn't taken the GIW seriously enough. They'd thought they were incompetent and funny. How long had scientists been experimenting on captured ghosts here? How many of them had totally withered away? 

“Fuck,” Sam said quietly, and wiped her eyes off with her arm. 

They were clearly finished. No Dani, not unless she was one of the cores rolling around on GIW shelves like she wasn't a person.

Batman and crew came out. She could hear Batman clearly making some kind of call to…. To a Green Lantern, she thought, to pick up the GIW agents. 

Oh. That…

“Probably legit,” Tucker said on the line. He let out a big sigh and his chair clicked when he leaned back, no doubt crossing his arms behind his head. “I guess we should talk to ‘em. Should I come out there?” 

“Yeah, do it,” Sam said. “You want a pick up?” She moved the bazooka from a ready position to rest across her back instead.

Tucker hummed. “That would probably be a little cooler than using my bike.” 

Val snorted, but didn't chime in. Sam dipped back to town and let Tucker climb on behind her. He crouched to hold onto the board with both hands, because he was a sweaty nerd with no balance. 

“The bike might have been cooler,” Sam teased, and then she accelerated hard. She met them back in the field where Batman had landed his plane. As soon as she veered into sight, all of the bats looked at her, clearly ready for a fight.

“Calm down,” Val ordered. “You're all so jumpy.” 

Sam snorted and came to a sharp stop. She braced against Tucker's weight (she knew he'd be jostled.) She aimed her hardest glare at Batman. Fuck everyone else. “Danny said you wanna talk.” 

Behind them, unseen, Val double-checked the straps of a new black bag. Sam had no doubt it was full of helpless cores. 

Batman frowned at her slightly. “...Samantha Manson.” He looked behind her. “And Tucker Foley.” He didn't seem surprised, exactly,  but he didn't seem happy to see them either.

“Old man,” she shot back. “You've got half an hour. But first off, what the hell kinda game are you playing with Danny? Because this-” she waved a hand at his child soldier platoon. “is some bullshit, okay. What's going on?” 

Val shot vertically up with a whoosh of air that blew Spoiler’s hair out. All four bats whirled in time to see her blast off into the distance. 

“Focus!” Sam snapped her fingers. “Why are you here?” 

A muscle twitched in Batman's jaw. “My only intention with Danny is to ensure his safety. I have some concerns about the GIW and about his home situation that I want to look into.” 

Sam scoffed. “Bit late.” She wound some hair around her finger. “They're gone. All of them. You saw what's left of the GIW. The Fentons disappeared the day after the GIW did.” 

She heard the first hint of urgency and upset in his voice when he pressed, “Jasmine Fenton?” 

“Gone.” 

[quiteros]

actually begging on hand and knee for you to speak on the piss thing….

Cw: 18+, Nsfw, Minors Dni, Dubious Consent, Female!Reader, Forced Kink? Piss/Wetting, Desperation, Pseudo-Incest, Infantilisation, Gege usage

Thank you Caleb nation for the go ahead, happy to be here truly 😼🫡🙏

Caleb and his all consuming obsession for Mc would not stop at the bathroom. Everything about you means something to him, everything about you is perfect to him.

Think it’s something he realises in his years living with Mc, when Mc wakes him up at night, terrified to use the bathroom alone, and forces him to hold her hand through the door as she goes.

Caleb’s standing there all groggy, mildly annoyed but of course unable to say no. He indulges you too much. He wakes tf up when he hears the sigh you let out. It’s soft and full of relief, and unfortunately goes straight to his dick. To be fair, most things you do goes straight to his dick, but this is new.

Caleb’s always known you better than you know yourself, and it becomes a bit of preoccupation of his to realise when you need to go. There’s subtleties that he knows he is so fucked up for noticing, the way your foot starts to tap, the gentle sway to distract your body and the sudden quietness you seem to now favour.

An awful part of him would probably encourage it. Under the guise of playing good gege, justifications of doing his brotherly duties, he’ll bring you glass after glass to keep you “hydrated.”

You’ve always been a bit ditzy around him, letting even the most basic of your needs become his responsibility. He feeds you, readies your baths, picks out your clothes and even does your skin care if you ask.

So Caleb knows you won’t have second thought towards all the drinks he brings you, all the top ups off your glass, the fruits he has cut up and ready. He enjoys watching you squirm before you even realise what you’re feeling, he enjoys the subtle rock of your body as you bladder begins to fill.

Also a truther of Caleb really wanting to see Mc wet herself.

It plays into the part of Caleb that loves when you rely on him, lives for it. The thought of you wetting yourself and coming to him for help does something despicable to his brain.

Pre-relationship!Caleb is quick to mask the part of him that revels in the teary, panicked, humiliated sight of you. He shifts into his role, cooing that it’s ok, telling you to go the bath, he’ll take care of your sheets. You don’t have to worry around him. You haven’t done anything wrong.

Colonel!Caleb has a much more indulgent approach, mocking you for the baby you’re being, saying your mess is only proof of how much you need him. How could you think to leave him, when you can’t even take care of yourself?

Established Relationship!Caleb is also equally perverse about it but a lot more playful. He’s puppy-like, keeping you on his lap, wrapped in his arms as you squirm. You probably tell him to fuck off a few times, trying to shove him away. He whines and you promise you’ll be back, you just have to— oh. He knows. Of course the bastard knows. He’s keeping you sat here because he wants you to piss yourself.

He gets shameless with you, the comfortability of knowing you his whole life paired with all the time wasted not being with you like this, he needs to be indulgent for once.

And though proud of the brave, strong hunter you’ve become, fully realised as your own person, he still misses the moments where you become dependent on him. Where you become cute, and pouty, and all his….

Also he fully has a scent kink, I would be a liar to pretend it doesn’t extend to piss

[redroomreflections]

Real Love

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

The Loud House Universe

Masterlist

Summary: Reader comes home after a night out with friends

W/c: 2.3k

When Natasha gets a knock at her bedroom door, she’s a bit surprised. She wasn’t expecting any company at this time of night. Not that people came knocking at her door anyway. Natasha’s a lone wolf. She’s content with being by herself. Since joining the Avengers she’s made the effort to embrace the team and everything that comes with it. Group meals, training, maybe even a movie night if she’s feeling up to it. Tonight is not one of those nights. She’s been reading in her bedroom for the past hour. Her legs perched high enough to rest her book. She’s read it a dozen times before. 

Pride and Prejudice. A cliche she knows. It brings back good memories for her. Back in Ohio, when she was young, Melina had gone to the library and picked out a few things. She was supposed to play the part of a quiet and observant older child. So, she came back to Natasha’s bedroom with a summer reading list and a pile of books. Most of them were on Natasha’s level. They were things she could read and enjoy. Others were more difficult. The material was hard to grasp. Not only that but she was also not a native English speaker so she struggled for a bit. Nonetheless, she enjoyed the books given to her and picked this one as her favorite. Books distracted her from the world and sometimes she needed that. 

The only thing that could distract her from her favorite pastime is you. Considering you’ve been out all night and not texted her it shouldn’t be a problem. Except she’s annoyed by it. Not your lack of response. Not really. She’s angry at herself for caring a little too much. Even a year into your relationship Natasha has to remind herself to calm down. It’s the first time she’s ever been in love. The first time she’d ever cared for someone. She didn’t want to ruin it with jealous or overprotective tendencies. So, she sent one text a few hours ago. Just to check up on you. Then another about something random. To which you didn’t reply. It’s fine. She’s a busy person too. She’s survived without you. Which is why she’s been sitting here for the past hour reading the same page. 

When the person at Natasha’s door knocks again, she blows out a puff of air. Surely they knew to leave her alone. Most of the guys wouldn’t dare disturb her. Except maybe Tony. His lack of boundaries pissed her off. It was all love though and she’s learning to understand that too. Natasha closes her book gently and walks over to her door. She grips the knob to swing it open only to find you on the other end. 

You’re energetic and bouncy. You’re wearing a short and tight dress that almost leaves nothing to the imagination. Your hair is done up. Makeup is immaculate. Almost the opposite of Natasha right now who's wearing a tank top and shorts. You surge forward, throwing your arms around her, before pulling back.

“Hi, Tasha, your friend let me in,” You provide to her before she can ask. 

“Hi,” Natasha is a bit confused but returns your enthusiasm. “Where have you been?” Natasha begins to ask but she’s interrupted by your lips on hers. You give her a few pecks, using a thumb to wipe your lipstick from her lips before you look into her eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

“Have I?” You grin. “I have.” You nod. “I missed you so much. We can talk more. I really have to pee.” You inform her before you rush past her and into her ensuite bathroom. Natasha stands, stupefied, before she closes the bedroom door and locks it. She walks over to your kicked-off stilettos and sets them neatly against a wall. 

“Where’s Karen?” Natasha asks. 

“Probably somewhere giving a blow job who knows,” You answer back. “Preferably to Steve Rogers.”

“Okay, ew,” Natasha shakes her head. She walks over to her dresser drawer to find your spare clothes. There’s no way she would be letting you go home like this. She finds you a proper outfit and places it on a chair for you. She moves to sit on the bed again, propping herself up against the headboard. She listens to the flush of the toilet and then the running water. There’s silence for a few more minutes before you come out. 

You look over at her with a pout. 

“You’re angry with me?” You point out. Natasha’s expression doesn’t give away her feelings. Her arms are folded against her chest. “Come on, baby, don’t be mad.” You drawl as you walk over to her. Only it’s not as coordinated with all of the liquor in your system. You lean over Natasha, your arms on each side of her leg, as you lean closer to her face.

“I’m not mad,” The lie slips so easily from Natasha’s mouth that you almost believe it. You’d like to think you know her well by now. You tap her legs, drumming your little beat, and she rolls her eyes. 

 “I’m sorry I didn’t text back. My phone died. I forced Karen to come here with me just to show you I was okay.” You stand proudly with your hands on your hips. You make a turn for her, showing off your nonexistent injuries, not missing the way her eyes fall on your ass. Which looks amazing in this dress by the way. You lean over again, not giving her any space, as you speak. “I love you?” You try. 

“I love you too,” Natasha says back automatically. No hesitation and your heart soars. You kiss her. Once, twice, and another before you’re pulling back. “I was worried about you. I know you’re an adult.”

“I like that you’re worried,” You assure her. “I worry about you too all the time.” You confess as you begin to strip yourself free of the dress. Natasha watches as you reveal yourself and all your glory. No underwear of any kind. You don’t shy away from her gaze. Instead, you walk over to the pajamas and put them on. 

“What did you guys do?” Natasha questions. 

“Oh, just bar hopping,” You say. “The usual. I drank a few too many drinks. One more semester of law school. Then I’m free.” You smile. You walk back into the bathroom to grab a few towels and wet them. Natasha holds her hands out to take them when you return. You sit in front of her patiently as she begins to clean your face free of makeup. 

“Will you stop moving?” Natasha says gruffly. 

“You can’t be mad anymore,”

“I’m not mad,” Natasha sighs. “You turn into a three-year-old when you’re drunk.”

“I resent that,” You argue. “I think I give a modest seven. I didn’t need your help going to the bathroom.”

“You’re right,” Natasha sets the towels aside. “There, all better.”

“Thank you, baby,” You slur. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down to the bed with you. You plant wet kisses all over her face. Most of which she doesn’t wipe off. “I love you so much.” You say and Natasha chuckles. 

“I love drunk you,” Natasha says. 

“I know,” You nod. “I would suggest we have sex. Which, I mean, let’s face it I would honestly love to see you cum right now.” You hold nothing back. “I would much rather cuddle. Mainly because I can feel the earth spinning and it won’t be pretty if I puke.”

“Hmm,” Natasha hums. “Good choice.”

“I’m totally open to morning sex though,” You suggest instead. 

“Noted,” Natasha allows you to lie your head on her shoulder. For a few moments you’re too silent, she thinks you’ve fallen asleep. 

“Do you love me?” You lift your head. 

“I do,” Natasha looks into your eyes. 

“Oh, because I was just making sure,” You inform her. “I need to know because when I ask you to marry me I don’t want to be blindsided or anything.”

Natasha’s heart soars and sinks at the same time. The thought of marriage terrifies her. The fact that you’ve been thinking about it? She likes the idea. If she would allow herself to admit it she would want to. Widows are not made for love. Replays in her head for far longer than she’d like. 

“Hello, are you going to accept my proposal?” You poke at her belly. 

“Is this a proposal?” Natasha raises a brow. “I hoped it would be much better than this.”

“No, no,” You shake your head. You agree with her. “It would be much better. So much better.”

“Good,” Natasha smiles. “You should allow yourself to sleep.”

“I can’t,” You sigh. Your hands travel along her body, resting on her hips, and then her ass. You kiss her again. “I can’t stop thinking about how much fun I’m having with you. How when you’re my wife I’m going to spoil you so much. I promise orgasms every day.”

“Every day huh?” Natasha just may hold you to it. 

“I can’t wait to see you with our babies,” You continue. That makes Natasha stiffen. She hasn’t thought about this aspect. Or telling you that she can’t carry. She didn’t think you would get this far. “Don’t worry. We’ll have help. My mom loves you. She would do anything you asked for.”

“We’ve only ever talked on the phone,” Natasha swallows thickly. 

“Even still she sees how happy you make me.” You tell her. “And I’m sorry if I’m scaring you with all this. It’s just the liquor is giving me a lot of courage right now and I mean a lot.” You giggle.

“I can see,” Nathasha muses. “I like you like this.”

“Good,” You nod. “Do you know that song by Mary J. Blige?”

“Who?” Natasha dares to say and you surge forward. 

“You don’t know Auntie Mary?” You gasp. You look horrified and for a second Natasha is wondering if you’re talking about a real aunt. 

“I’m Russian,” Natasha shrugs. 

“No, babe, this is, I can’t,” You shake your head. “You have taken this too far.” You sigh. You sit up to look around the room. “Oh, F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you play Real Love by Mary J. Blige?” You call out to the AI system. 

“Sure, now playing Real Love by Mary J Blige,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. responds before the first few notes of the song begin to play surround sound. Natasha watches as you begin to bop to the music with a smile on her face. 

“Baby, you don’t know real music until you’ve listened to Mary,” You laugh. You stand, dancing around the bedroom, singing along to the lyrics, and all around having a bit too much fun. 

We are lovers through and through

And though we made it through the storm

I really want you to realize, that I really want to put you on

I've been searching for someone to satisfy my every need

Won't you be my inspiration?

Be the real love that I need

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

Someone to set my heart free

Real love, I'm searching for a real love

“That’s you,” You point to her. Natasha laughs this time. A full-on belly laugh. “You and Karen and Denise are like my best friends in the entire world. I know I’m always doing work or busy with something but, I enjoy my time with you.” You dance circles around the room before you move over to plop onto the bed. 

“Are you not going to sleep tonight?” Natasha asks as you mash your face into the pillows. Your energy seems to have gone as you take a deep breath before turning your head towards her. 

“Of course I am,” You say without opening your eyes. “I’m gunning for that morning sex. That requires me to sleep.”

Natasha hums again. She fishes her book out from under you and places it on a nightstand. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, looking to Natasha for confirmation. She nods. She helps you under the covers and orders F.R.I.D.A.Y. to turn off the music. “You really satisfy me. And I know I’ve had sex before. Great sex even.” Natasha raises a brow. Was there a point to this? “You’re the first person I’ve been with where I’m truly satisfied. Physically, emotionally, all that stuff. I just really enjoy being with you and the fact that you care if I’m having a good time and the orgasms are great. I mean ten out of ten all around.”

Natasha chuckles. She’s sure you won’t remember ninety percent of this night. Though it’s great to know that her skills in bed are a winning factor for you. 

“Come here,” You turn to your side and raise your arms for her to come and lie in your embrace. Your hands again return to her ass and she doesn’t mention it. She likes them there. “I know you’re scared sometimes. I know that a relationship isn’t what you’re used to and I know I dropped a lot of shit on you tonight. I may come off a little strong sometimes. I just can’t go without saying it you know? I love you, Natasha. If I get to marry you I’d be the happiest woman in the world.” You begin your butt massage right there for her. 

“I know,” Natasha begins. “I love you too. I need you to know that. I want to marry you too.” Natasha says. She’s going to continue but your hands have fallen limp against her backside. She raises her eyes to look up at you but you’re already asleep. She has no idea if you heard anything she’s said. Oh well. She’d save it for later. She rests her head on your chest again, allowing you to hold her, as she falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. 

[peachhcs]

will making sure samy feels comfortable and confident in her own skin and maybe things get a little heated 🫣

confidence in comfortability

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy's feeling down during a hard day, so will makes sure she knows how beautiful she is and how much he loves her

words: 2.8k

warnings: smut little plot, oral f!receiving, fingering, dirty talk, hickeys, i think that's it? this doesn't have much plot i kind of just get right into it

anotherrr old ask so sorry but i haven't written something like this in awhile so i thought i'd entertain the people :) i've also lwk never written this kind of smut before ? so hopefully y'all enjoy! this is mostly just will making lewd dirty talk and enjoying his gf

au masterlist

it was slow but easy going when samy and will came home from stockholm. the lake house was quiet for once while jack and quinn made minor repairs and upgrades to things that were running a bit slower this time around. the tranquility wouldn't last for long though because next week was when all of the hockey boys would pour in and it'd be like that for the rest of the summer, so the couple enjoyed the quiet as much as they could—and the lack of someone appearing in every corner they walked.

for the most part, samy had been on the up. she was eating more regularly and trying not to make it some chore for herself. there were still bad days, but not as bad as those really bad days in the beginning. having will around was really helping and her brothers definitely appreciated it. will would eat with samy for every meal talking about something that he knew would make her laugh so her mind wasn't just on finishing her food. it was working and things were looking up.

however, the hughes sister found herself in a bad day today. she struggled finishing her breakfast. her and will were at the table for almost two hours and like every overthinking thought in her brain, samy convinced herself will was annoyed at her for taking so long. after that, she hid herself in her bedroom, mostly staring at herself in front of the mirror and picking apart every single flaw her eyes fixated on throughout her body. she knew she shouldn't be doing it, but samy couldn't peel her gaze away even if she wanted to. every single scar, bruise, extra flab of skin caught her attention and became a negative thought in her brain.

how could will even like her?

she wasn't good enough.

she wasn't thin enough.

she took so long to eat today. he probably hated her. he was tired of her.

he wanted to break up with her again.

the door opened and samy's thoughts broke. she quickly shoved her shirt down when will's head popped in. he met her gaze, eyebrow raised, "i was looking for you."

"oh. i've been in here," samy walked away from the mirror to act like she wasn't just analyzing herself for the past hour. will knew her enough though that he knew she was looking at herself. he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"are you okay?" he seemed concerned when he saw his girlfriend's expression.

"yeah, i'm fine," samy pressed a tight lip smile to her lips to hopefully convince him. they both knew she was not convincing though.

will sat down beside her. his eyes never left hers even though she wouldn't look at him, but she was looking at him from the corner of her eyes. he stared at her with worry and samy hated seeing him look so worried for her. she didn't want to worry will because she was doing better, it was just harder some days  than others. "talk to me?" will's voice was soft. he lifted his hand to caress her cheek and samy instinctively leaned into his touch. it relaxed her and will smiled.

words still didn't come easy to the girl, especially talking to will about this stuff. "i'm sorry i took forever to eat this morning," samy managed to get out, still not meeting his gaze.

will's eyebrows furrowed, "why are you apologizing for that?"

"you're probably annoyed i took so long," samy said again, but the boy wasn't following. he wasn't mad. did she think he was?

"i wasn't. i never was. you just needed more time and that's okay. i wasn't annoyed. did you..did you think i was?" the blonde frowned when samy nodded against his palm.

"baby, i wasn't annoyed. i wasn't even mad. i didn't mind sitting with you," will quickly shook his head to assure samy he wasn't ever mad. she finally found his gaze and the genuine worry in them convinced her that it really was just her overthinking anxieties taking over again.

"i'm sorry. i've been getting in my head a lot more recently," the hughes sister lifted her head from his touch and spaced out to a spot on the ground. will hated seeing her like this.

"don't apologize. i get it. it's hard. i was never mad though and i never would be. i'll sit with you for as long as you need," the boy reassured.

samy cursed, not at him but herself for always overthinking every little thing. her head dropped into her hands and she curled into a little ball on the bed. will frowned again, carefully reaching out to rub her side. "i hate being like this. i hate feeling this way."

"i know you do, baby. it's not easy, but you're so strong for getting through this. i love you so much, you know that right?"

samy tore her hands away from her face to look at her boyfriend again. he was looking down at her with a soft smile, his blonde curls going everywhere on his head probably from when he woke up a few hours ago and hadn't brushed his hair out yet. everything about him was so sweet.

"i love you too. thank you for being patient with me," she managed a smile.

"of course. i want you to feel good and nothing you do could ever annoy me," the hockey player stretched himself out so he was laying on top of samy. his body crushed her, but in a good way. it felt like a weight blanket as he rested his chin on her chest and she could reach out to run her fingers through his hair.

"so charming, aren't you?" the girl giggled.

"one could say that. i always try to impress you," his words earned a red blush on her cheeks. will's own blush spread across his cheeks as he laid his head down using samy's boobs as a pillow.

the silence was comforting. will's weight on samy's body relaxed her and eased the thoughts in her brain. she felt a lot better than before knowing will wasn't annoyed and it was just her anxiety trying to tell her otherwise. she missed these kinds of moments a lot this year when they were apart. there were so many times samy wished will was an arm's length away and she could just call him up to come lay in her bed with her. the facetimes weren't nearly enough to fill the hole in her heart whenever they were across the country from each other.

the same could be said for will. he missed getting to hold his girl in his arms or come home to her after losing a game or a bad practice. the time different didn't help either because it was either really late her time when he tried calling or he wasn't even awake yet when she had already started her day. it was definitely the hardest year of long distance.

"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" will mumbled. samy's ears perked up, her skin burning red again.

"you have," she flushed.

"well, i'm telling you again. you're absolutely beautiful," the sharks player looked up to find her eyes. she's heard it so many times from him before, but hearing it now definitely helped.

to her surprise, will's lips pressed a soft kiss to the open skin on her chest. samy's blush heated up as he started leaving multiple kisses and she squirmed a bit underneath him. her breathing quickened and her fingers gripped some of his hair on the back of his neck.

"w-will, what are you doing?" she laughed nervously as he moved closer to her boobs.

"loving you," the boy said simply.

samy was at a loss for words, but she had no intention of making him stop. a breathy moan escaped her lips when will tugged her tank top down to expose the mound of her breast hidden partially by her bra. he sucked, nipped, and kissed all the right places there was no doubt he'd leave a mark when he was done. the soccer player's back arched, her entire body pressing into will's and closing the minimal distance still left between them. she felt his somewhat hardened dick against her lower stomach and another breathy moan escaped her when will moved her bra completely and sucked her own hardened nipple.

"shit, will. oh god," samy pulled harder on his roots. a muffled groan escaped his lips at the feeling, but it didn't stop him from completely devouring her.

in the next few seconds, samy rid herself of her tank top and bra. they fell somewhere on the ground and she urged for the boy to take his own shirt off. he got it in one go, flinging it across her room too before going back down to the beautiful canvas beneath him. it'd been awhile since samy felt like this, her panties were definitely soaked through already the harder will kissed down her chest.

he left wet kisses everywhere as he moved down her stomach and samy was a moaning mess by this point. her back arched off the bed, her fingers pulling and tugging hardly at her boyfriend's curls, his head would definitely hurt after this. will stopped at the waistband of her sweatpants, moving them just enough to reach her bikini line.

"will, please. stop teasing," the brunette whined. her little sounds were music to the boy's ears going straight to his now completely hardened cock. this wasn't about him though. this was about samy and he wanted to make her feel as good as possible.

he wanted to prove to her how beautiful she was to him.

he sucked hickeys into her skin knowing only he would know they were there. the thought made him twitch and for a bit of friction to relieve the pressure, will shifted his hips into the mattress. he moaned against her hip.

"you're so beautiful, baby," will looked up at her and what a sight it was. her chest was falling up and down in a steady, but fast rhythm. her lips were parted and her thighs trembled for some sort of relief.

"please, will. please. i want you," samy got out.

the blonde smirked and decided to stop teasing for now. he helped her shimmy out of her sweats and underwear. they all fell to the floor and now her wet folds were on full display for him. will's mouth watered, his dick twitching again in the confines of his boxers at the sight.

"fuck, baby," he muttered.

"please, please, please," she was a mess. will snapped from his gaze and carefully drew his finger through her folds, his finger immediately dampening.

he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. samy grinded against his fingers, her moans escaping into will's mouth which only made him kiss her harder.

"god, you're so wet. this all for me?" will didn't normally dirty talk her, but he couldn't help himself. his fingers slid along her pussy so easily and it was driving him insane.

"fuck, yeah. all for you, baby," samy managed.

he decided to stop teasing and slowly pushed two fingers inside. a gasp left his girl's lips that morphed into a breathy moan, "oh shit. shit, will."

"i fucking love your pussy," will kissed her again. his lips were harsh against hers, biting her bottom lip enough to leave a bruise.

he found a steady pace with his fingers, loving the way she withered beneath him and begged for more. his lips found her nipples again, hoping to get her to her climax. samy's fingers tugged hard in his curls, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. he liked the feeling against his scalp and when she pulled extra hard, will felt himself throb. he resorted to rubbing his hips against her thigh to relieve some of the ache down there, but his main focus was still samy's pleasure. he could tell she was close based on the way her body curled into him and her moans became quicker and sharper. he knew her body like the back of his hand at this point, so he pumped his fingers a bit faster, grinning in satisfaction at her pleasure.

"fuck baby, almost there. yeah, please don't stop. fuck," samy shut her eyes tight. she felt herself ready to let go, the feeling of will's fingers inside of her sending her brain into overdrive.

he bent them a specific angle and that was enough to send the girl over the edge. she thrusted her hips and arched her body into his, moaning out his name as she came undone onto his fingers. will's scalp burned from the harsh pull, but he was smiling seeing his girlfriend come undone for him. her lewd moans were just enough for him to come undone himself in his boxers, his own juices coating the cotton material around his throbbing cock.

"shit, shit," samy came down from her high as will pumped a few more times before removing his fingers. they were wet and sticky with her juices and without thinking, her licked them clean.

the brunette stared at him in awe and relief, swiftly bringing his lips down to hers for a kiss. she could taste herself on him. "you're incredible," will grinned.

"didn't know you had that up your sleeve," samy smirked and the boy just shrugged. he sat up more, admiring how her pussy clenched around nothing, still recovering from the stimulation.

he couldn't help himself as he leaned down and swiped a single lick over her still wet folds. samy jumped the overstimulation, "fuck, will."

"you taste so good," the boy mumbled. his adrenaline was still pumping and it must've been the stamina from being an athlete because will still had more in him. he hooked his arms round samy's thighs to bring her closer and just started going to town on her.

the soccer player squirmed above him, the overstimulation hitting, but the feeling of his mouth on her felt too good to push him away. instead, she let him kiss, suck, and lick her pussy to his heart's desire. it was such a good thing no one was really in the house or else they'd never hear the end of it for the rest of the summer.

"god, fuck, will. you're so good at this," samy mumbled, her fingers findings his hair again. she started tugging based on how good it felt, so will used her guidance to make her feel good.

if he could, he'd do this all the time. her moans were going straight to his dick again and he didn't even know if he softened after the first time because he throbbed like crazy. still, samy's pleasure was his top priority. he pressed his hips into the bed and just hoped that would be enough to settle his own desires.

"fuck i'm close again," the girl moaned. her second climax came a lot faster this time after being worked up from getting fingered. will wasn't complaining though. he worked his mouth harder against her cunt to bring her to her second orgasm.

samy pushed her head into the pillow, will's name leaving her lips like a mantra as she crashed down on her second high. her whole body stuttered and shook all while the hockey player smiled in satisfaction. he prided himself knowing no one else could make her feel like this.

"fuck, fuck baby. shit," samy was completely fucked out, but relaxed as she briefly closed her eyes. will climbed back up the bed, groaning briefly when his cock brushed against her thigh.

she pulled him down to her lips again, a smile on her features. "i love you."

"i love you more. do you believe me when i tell you how beautiful you are now?" he cheesed and samy playfully rolled her eyes.

"you're so corny," she felt his boner against her leg and a small smirk replaced her loving smile. she watched him hiss when she moved her thigh enough to rub against him.

"fuck," the boy cursed.

"i think it's my turn to return the favor."

they spent the rest of the morning in samy's bedroom taking care of one another. when luke went looking for samy needing her for something he was stopped in his tracks by jack. the middle hughes looked confused.

"what?"

"you don't wanna go up there," jack said simply.

"why?" luke crinkled his nose in confusion.

"just trust me, dude," the older brother said and luke still didn't get it until they heard faint moans coming from upstairs. the boy's face paled as he understood.

"i'll be outside then," he spun on his heel to get outside as fast as possible.

"i think i'll join you," jack rushed after him to leave the house for the two.

[flemingology]

sparks and spokes (p2) ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: you saved jessie when she got a flat tire. she owes you one.

warnings: none

wc: 2.3K

a/n: loved writing this. Not my best work, but I hope you enjoy!

Y/I/N started following you.

Y/I/N: So, a footballer huh? Nice one, Fleming ;)

Jessie shot up from the couch upon reading the notifications that were displayed on her phone screen. She blinked a couple times and turned her screen on and off, wanting to make sure that she wasn't just imagining things and it was really you who had just slid into her DM's.

She felt a little confused about how you could've found her, but she probably wasn't that hard to track down. The badge on the matching tracksuit she wore earlier today was more of a clue than anything else.

Jessie turned off her phone and put it down next to her, not sure what to reply to your texts. She'd found you endearing, yes. And she certainly owed you one after you saved her out of a tricky situation. If anything, it made her nervous.

A couple minutes later she picked her phone back up with a deep sigh, before opening the conversation between the two of you on Instagram. Before replying, she decided she might as well check out your feed. You now knew that she was a footballer and had probably scrolled through your profile, but Jessie still knew nothing about you – bar the fact you had a spare bike tire laying around in your garage.

She scrolled through your pictures for a couple moments, picking up glimpses here and there of you, you and a dog, you running, you seemingly with family. Jessie caught herself smiling at a picture of you on the beach for a little too long, before she pulled herself out of her thoughts and swiped her way back to your conversation.

_jessflem: Some nice espionage work there, y/n

_jessflem: A footballer indeed :)

Jessie made herself seem way more composed through her messages than she actually was feeling. A shaky exhale left her lips when she closed her phone again. She twiddled her fingers while she waited for your response, but she'd never admit that she was eager for you to reply. The interaction earlier that day had been nice, and Jessie had genuinely felt comfortable around you even though it was only fleeting and it was in no way anywhere near a romantic meeting. A stranger helping her out with a flat tire, nothing more and nothing less.

Jessie hadn't dated for a while. She hadn't in London, she hadn't in Portland. She wasn't one for a fling or a one-night stand, but she was also aware of how painfully busy her schedule could get. It was annoying for her, let alone for a potential partner. To spare anyone from the dread of having to work around a schedule from a professional footballer representing both club and country, she decided it would be best to put that next to her until it was a little less busy – until she was out of her prime years or had hung up her boots.

She did date in university, though. There was less travel and it was easier to connect with people, as it always was in a school. She had two relationships, in which she flourished, and both ended amicably. Ever since then, though, she can't remember how long it had been since she had anything that looked like a romantic connection with a girl. As much as she said that she didn't mind it, it would be foolish to say that she didn't care. Of course she would like to have a relationship, to have a girl to look after, to love and to adore – but she was realistic.

A soft buzz coming from her phone is what pulled her out of her thoughts, hands quickly scrambling for the device that had seemingly slipped away a little further down the couch when she put it down earlier.

Y/I/N: Let’s be honest, you didn’t make it too hard for me to find you, lol. Congrats on the win and the goal today, I think that only accentuates that you owe me one ;)

The Canadian caught herself smiling at your text, quickly typing up a response as she wanted to make use of the flurry of confidence that suddenly overcame her.

_jessflem: Thank you :) I do owe you one, big time. How about coffee tomorrow afternoon? There’s this new spot that opened a week ago and I’ve only heard good things about it.

Jessie quickly pressed send on the message before she could change her mind, but some doubts crept into her thoughts nonetheless. Before she could halt herself, she had sent you a second message. And a third.

_jessflem: Only if you’re free, though. You shouldn’t go out of your way for me, for this.

_jessflem: I didn’t even ask if you like coffee, actually. :’)

The flurry of confidence had left Jessie’s body as soon as it overcome her, feeling embarrassed at the way she just triple-texted you. You didn’t seem to mind though, another notification lighting up Jessie’s phone not long after she had sent her last message.

Y/I/N: You’re good, Jessie, I love coffee. I’d love to check it out. How does tomorrow 3pm sound?

Jessie let out a breath of relief that she didn’t know she was holding in in the first place. A small smile crept on her face thinking about the prospect of seeing you tomorrow.

_jessflem: Perfect. I’ll see you there :)

To say she was nervous, would be understating it. Jessie's hands felt clammy as she was waiting for you inside, swirling the liquid around in the drink she had already ordered – not wanting to take up a table and not order anything yet.

When the clock hit 3pm, you hadn't arrived yet. Jessie's leg was bouncing up and down, a testament to how nervous she felt meeting you. Obviously, this wouldn't be the first time you two met up, but this time it wasn't accidental. This was planned. Should she call it a date? Did she want to do that?

It was only a couple minutes past 3 when you walked in, but a flood of relief overcame Jessie when she noticed you. She gave you a quick wave from the booth where she sat.

Jessie got up when you approached her, but stalled when she realized she didn't know what to do. A hug? A kiss on the cheek? Was any of that even appropriate? The midfielder quickly got pulled out of her thoughts when she felt the soft press of a pair of lips against her cheek, not being able to hide the blush that was creeping onto her face. "Hey, Jess," she gave you a shy smile, quickly sitting back down as you settled into your seat too.

"Hey, you. How are you feeling?", she opened the conversation with an easy question. "I'm good, sorry for being late though. I got held up at work," you said, worried that Jessie would think you weren't gonna show up. She glanced down at her watch – a subtle action you fund irresistibly attractive – trying to seem surprised. "Oh I didn't even notice, honestly. You're good, you're here now," she said, accompanied with a warm smile.

Truth be told, she did notice it. Every second that went by after 3pm where you hadn't entered the coffee shop yet, had Jessie teetering more and more on edge.

After some initial hesitation, conversation flowed easily between the two of you. You refrained from asking her too much about football, catching on quickly that she liked the fact you didn't know who she was. You discussed everything else, though. What you do for work, where you both came from, how you found yourselves in Portland. Before long, the café was running empty and the two of you were the only ones still taking up a spot. Some servers had began cleaning and were putting chairs on tables, so you and Jessie decided it should be best to get going too.

Jessie got her credit card out and paid the bill, countering any protest that you sent her way. "I owed you one, remember?"

You exited the café, both seemingly wanting your time together to linger – neither of you was making any moves to part ways. "Hey, do you want to come up to mine and maybe watch a film?", Jessie checked the time on her phone before continuing, "it's not too late yet."

She could see the contemplation on your face and spoke up again, before she could stop herself. "Only if you're free, of course. And if you don't have to wake up too early in the morning. I wouldn't want you to be tired at work, if you even have to-," you interrupted Jessie by placing a hand on her arm. "I'd love to, Jess," you shot her a bright smile which she reciprocated quickly, before turning into herself slightly when she couldn't hide the crimson red shade that was displayed on her cheeks.

The two of you walked the short distance back from the coffee shop to Jessie's apartment, talking about everything and nothing while at it. The roads were busy, the evening rush in full effect whilst you expertly navigated the traffic, trying to get inside as soon as possible – the grey clouds that were hanging over Portland weren't particularly promising.

Jessie gave you a small tour of her place, deliberately not saying too much about the room where she kept all her medals and other achievements in, but you wanted to know. "So you're big time, huh? I'm sorry for my lack of knowledge on football", you chuckled once the two of you sat down on the couch in her living room.

Jessie gave you a tight-lipped smile. "I guess, you could say so, yeah", she said, playing with the rings on her hands. "It's cool, really. It's not an environment I'm familiar with at all but you seem to love it."

"I do. I really do, it gives me purpose. I love playing here in Portland and for my country, it makes me and all the people I love proud," you decided not to mention the fact she played for her country, not wanting to pry any further when you could tell talking about this wasn't her strong suit. "I bet. It's impressive, but I think it isn't all good either, like it seems from the outside."

Jessie and you talked about her career for the first time that day, the Canadian finally opening up a bit, about the hardships that came with being a full-time, professional footballer. Prospect of a film long forgotten, you and Jessie talked late into the night. The both of you were stifling yawns but a quick look at the time on your phone told you you really should be going. You had to be at work at 9 the next morning, and if you were quick you should be able to get about 6 hours of sleep at home.

"Jess, as lovely as this has been, I'm afraid I'll have to get going," you started, a hint of disappointment in your voice that you couldn't hide. She nodded. "Yeah, totally. It's late," she said, locking eyes with you. A silence fell over the two of you, nearing to be awkward, before Jessie chuckled and got up. "I'll walk you out," she said.

"Actually, I'll drive you. I know it's only a short while but it's late and it's dark, I'll feel better if I drop you off," you wanted to argue, but Jessie held a determined look in her gaze, so you didn't even try. You shrugged, "yeah that would be nice, Jess, thank you."

She navigated the now empty streets based off your instructions, quickly pulling up into your driveway and killing the engine. "I had lots of fun today, thank you," Jessie started, as you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned your body towards her. "Me too, thanks for the coffee. And for inviting me over. Next one is on me."

"Next one, huh," Jessie teased, a slight hint of a smirk creeping up her lips. "Yeah, I'd love to see you again, if that's okay," you said, a hint if insecurity creeping into your voice. The Canadian nodded eagerly, looking at you with a twinkle in her eye. Another silence fell upon you, but it wasn't awkward this time. A strong tension hung in the air, which wasn't there before. You looked into Jessie's eyes and couldn't help but start to lean forward, slowly inching closer towards her over the center console.

Jessie reciprocated, moving towards you and closing the rest of the distance between your bodies. Your lips moulded together into a soft kiss, and Jessie let out a strong exhale through her nose when she felt your hand grabbing hers, not breaking the kiss. After a couple moments, you pulled away for air, slowly retreating your face away from her and looking her in the eyes, a shy grin forming across your lips.

"I would love to see you again," Jessie confirmed, accentuating her statement with another sweet kiss against your lips. It lingered for a while, until you reluctantly pulled away. "I've really got to get going now. Thank you, Jess. I'll text you," you said, taking her hand in yours and pulling it up to your lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of it. "Thank you for the ride, too. You're too good to me."

"It's not a bother, really. I'm glad you got home safe. Goodnight, y/n," she said. You opened the door and stepped out of her car, before turning around and blowing her another kiss. "Night, Jess."

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Wednesday Adams having a mute gn!sibling who she has a soft spot for and is protective of?

Black Hearts

|| Wednesday Addams x mute!genderneutral!sibling

|| Warnings; reader is mute, sign language marked similarly to dialogue, Wednesday soft for reader and hinted at Enid, short drabble, reader referred to with they/them

|| Summary; when reader joins Wednesday and Enid for classes, reader helps Enid out on an assignment.

Requests open!

Started; November 6th

Finished; November 6th

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One thing about you, you were mute. You couldn't talk. No matter what you or your family tried, you just couldn't. Which lead Wednesday to be extra protective of you in any school the two of you attended. Human or Nevermore. It didn't matter. She even specifically requested for the two of you to get roomed together. Of course, that ended up happening. And now the two of you shared a room with Enid Sinclair. Who was probably the most talkative girl you and Wednesday knew. At first it was really annoying, but now you both were a little more used to it.

It was a rainy morning at Nevermore today. You didn't have a class first period, so you slept in as much as you could before finally dragging yourself out of bed. Getting ready for the day. You got into uniform and had a snack from your stash. Before meeting up with your sister and Enid after their first class was over. As you joined them, you walked beside Wednesday. The two of you simply listened as Enid rambled on about social media whatnots. Frankly, you didn't care for that. Social media wasn't yours or Wednesday's style; but it was certainly Enid's. Wednesday shared a glance with you and you subtly signed something about how Enid didn't seem like she was going to be quiet anytime soon. That got a little smirk out of Wednesday, who nodded in agreement. Wednesday had made herself fluent in sign language when it became apparent that you wouldn't be able to talk. She was your translator. At least, while you were at Nevermore. Your family had taken the time to learn it too. Though even some of the teachers had started picking it up so they could better help you. Especially those who didn't also have Wednesday in their class the same time as you.

When you signed, despite trying to be subtle, Enid caught it and leaned forwards so she could see your hands better. She then looked to you in confusion, then Wednesday. Enid wasn't fluent in sign by any means. But she did try. It just took her a little longer to understand.

"What did they say? I think I caught something about quiet but I really have no idea what the rest was. What was it?" Enid asked, her rambling never stopping even for questions. Wednesday sighed and shared a glance with you. Deciding not to answer and change the subject entirely.

"Did you do the assignment for our next class?" Normally, Wednesday couldn't care less about small talk. But it seemed to be the easiest way to distract Enid from things she didn't need to know about. Plus, Wednesday wasn't sure if Enid would have gotten annoyed with the comment you'd made about her or not. Likely not, if anything it may have just dampened her mood. Something Wednesday didn't want either, though she wouldn't have admitted it even if you begged her to. She would rather do anything else.

"Assignment..?" Suddenly, Enid looked horrified. Wednesday raised an eyebrow. Knowing exactly why. Enid hadn't done it. You looked at Enid and smirked as you realized the same thing as your sister. You and Wednesday had worked on the assignment together, so you both had it completed. Enid had been on her phone during that time.

"For someone who keeps a blog about the school, you certainly do not seem to know much of what goes on in it." Wednesday commented, finding the whole thing amusing. Even you were grinning.

"It's a gossip blog, not an assignment blog!" Enid replied, panic in her eyes," there should really be an assignment blog, though. Some of us need it." She murmured the last bit," can I copy off one of you? Please? Please? Please!" She clasped her hands together in begging, Wednesday simply sighed while you rolled your eyes.

'Fine. You really should have done the work,' You signed. Then reached into your bag.

Enid titled her head," uhh, something about fine and work?"

"The agreed to help you." Wednesday explained briefly. Enid's eyes lit up as she engulfed you in a hug, making your whole body tense up as you looked to Wednesday. Wednesday grabbed Enid by her shirt collar and pulled her off you, but not with a lot of force. If anything she was pretty gentle about it. You felt relief wash over you as Enid was made to let go, she pouted but respected it. You handed your notes to her and she made the roughest, scrambled version of the assignment out there as the three of you walked to class. It wasn't pretty, but it would have to do.

As for class, it was pretty boring. Enid managed to get the assignment done and handed in while you ended up falling asleep half way through the lesson. Wednesday stayed awake for the both of you. Though she would never admit it, she didn't want you falling behind. She cared about you. Somewhere in that black heart of hers.

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- bonus epilogue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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three months earlier Nice, France

"Bella-baby? C'mon, I know you're in there! Open the door!"

A defeated groan left Arabella's lips. 

She should've seen it coming and in a way she did. She just expected it to take longer for him to find her in that purposely chosen small hotel. 

Arabella was avoiding Jimin or at least had tried to, but of couse Jimin had managed to find her anyway. That was the disadvantage of having a masterthief as your lover, he knew how to search for something and find it.

It had only been a bit over a month since they'd last seen each other. Almost 7 weeks, 46 days to be exact. And she'd know, oh, she did know it exactly. She had calculated it over and over again after all.

And if her irritation over the overall sudden pivotal situation she'd found herself in wasn't enough, he had to add to it now by randomly showing up and knocking on the door of the hotel suit in Nice she'd been hiding in for the past three days.

Frankly, she wasn't only avoiding him but the whole world right now. Everything felt confusing and exhausting and somehow she thought by avoiding everything and everyone and just being by herself could help her clear her mind.

So far nothing had changed though.

Another knock was heard even followed by permanent and annoying ringing.

He was persistent she knew. But he was also understanding and kind, as annoyed as she felt in that moment, she knew sooner or later she had to talk with him about it anyway. After all, he had been involved in creating this situation - and he'd get to hear the telling off about it soon.

The phone on the floor buzzed, interrupting her train of thoughts and she picked it up annoyed.

chim (6:47pm):i know we said to lay low for some time after dubai

chim (6:47pm): but i meant for pops! i didn't mean from each other T-T

chim (6:50pm): or did i do smth??

chim (6:54pm): it's ok if you don't wanna see me for whatever reason, but at least give me a sign you're ok. I'm getting worried here

chim (6:58pm):i give you 5. otherwise I'll get a keycard and check myself!

She groaned again. Her eyes briefly fell onto the silver bracelet gracing her wrist before forcing herself to stay up, pushing her body off the warm mattress, the duvant she'd been rolled in like a wrap falling from her torso.

With delicate steps she walked to the door as some kind of calmness took over, reducing her unrestness. Truth was, she wanted to see Jimin. She'd missed him and quite frankly, in this situation he was the only one who she wanted to see and talk to. Not that she had anyone else, she didn't. Well, except maybe Cassandra and she'd need someone like her as well, whatever her decision to deal with it might end up being. And yet, when her hand wrapped around the door handle, she hesitated.

What would his reaction be?

Would he be as panicked and scatter minded as her?

Would he be uninterested?

Mad?

Upset?

Scared?

Or even.. happy?

She didn't know. She didn't even know how she felt herself. Probably all of the above.

What if they couldn't agree?

A lump formed in her throat at the possibility of them falling apart because of this. With a deep inhale she eventually opened the door in a swift move. Not knowing Jimin had been sitting against it, causing him to promptly land with his back on the floor in front of her legs. However, he didn't even acknowledge the unexpected fall or ache in his shoulders. His only reaction being a beaming smile spreading over his features when catching sight of the familiar pair of beautiful hazel eyes. Staring down on him, perplexed seeing him laying there on the ground. 

Her hair was shorter than he remembered, the blond-colour fading into the edges. Matching his own honey-dyed one. Frankly, every hairstyle suited her really, she'd always look hot, but this one might be one of his favourite ones.

"Finally, love! I was worried sick."

She ignored the statement, lightly pushing his shoulder with her toes. "Get up already, Jiminie."

But Jimin didn't move, his irises sliding from her eyes down to her barely covered legs and his smile became a smirk filled with mischief. "Enjoying the view from down here though." "How did you even find me?" He huffed and gave her a lopided smirk. "That offends me. After all it's my job to find hidden treasures." She only rolled her eyes at his flirting, making him giggle. Wordlessly she walked back inside, returning under the bed sheets. Jimin quickly followed, closing the door behind him only to spot her in her newly created hiding spot. And he frowned.

"Are you sick?"

"You could say so," she laughed out from under the sheets.

The crease between his brows deepened and he dragged a chair to the side of the bed. Sitting down right in from of her face with an adorable pout.

"I came all the way from Marrakesh, I think I deserve to know what I did to upset you."

"You didn't do anything."

"I didn't?" he was surprised.

"Well you did, but it wasn't on purpose," she mumbled, her cryptic answers only confusing him more. He watched her rolling herself into the sheets like a child hiding from the world. "Will you tell me what exactly I did or didn't do?" he chuckled and set on the edge of the bed beside her, poking her nose with a grin. "You're confusing me quite a lot, love, but I wanna understand."

She had a weak spot for his dumb puppy eyes and he knew that, so with a dragged sigh she propped herself up on one arm. Her usually fierce eyes now lacking confidence when she stared at him with a straight face for a moment or two. Her cheeks turning crimson when she eventually muttered, "I'm pregnant."

She said it so casually that it took him a moment to process. His expression going blank.

"You're pregnant," he repeated, monotonously.

"I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant." With a light grumble, she laid back down, resuming her previous spot.

A few seconds of silence followed until Jimin's lips parted again, realisation seemingly dawning on him as he stared at her blanket-burrito bewildered. "You're pregnant!" His unexpected excited voice made her flinch and curl more into the sheets, leaving her unprepared for his weight that almost crushed her when he fell over her. His arms around her, squeezing her into a tight hug. 

"Ugh, let me breath!!" she whined. He was giggling when she was struggling turning around and wiggling free from the wrapped sheets. As soon as her arms were out, she tried pushing him off of her and he let her, his giggles having turned to a full on laughter, eyes disappearing fully. Amused by her habit of pretending getting annoyed over his display of affection when he knew she secretly liked it. And how could he not show it in a moment like this?

The thought simply didn't fit his mind. Arabella Valentine, one of the greatest thieves and spies of the world, internationally wanted by law enforcement agencies and criminals, wrapping men around her little finger and crushing them only by her charms, wit and dazzling beauty - pregnant. Unimaginable. Ironic even.

He pulled back just a little to give her the space to breath, but his arms remained around her back. His bright smile faltering to a straight one as his crescent eyes got bigger by shyness and hesitation.

"Wait, it's.. it's mine, right? I mean.. " He narrowed his eyes.

He knew that there had been a time where she'd lulled men into her trap to gain information or importent documents for a job, by making use of her female skills. It had been in the past but he'd never had the courage to ever clarify that. He only assumed she'd stopped after the first time they'd got together because frankly, that was what he wanted to believe. After all, the woman he loved was hard to catch, it was in her nature to be free as a bird. Hence why they'd never been officially together again after the first time which hadn't worked out. That was almost a decade ago. 

There was simply this mutual understanding that despite not being tied to one another, they still belonged to each other. It was an unspoken agreement, something that came naturally when loving someone. They could flirt all they wanted with others to gain information, sneak into places - or out of pure habit of character like in Jimin's case - but at the end of the day, that was it. Nothing beyond this. And he trusted her. Yet, in this moment he felt the need to clarify for good that his feelings hadn't deceived him and both of them had shared the same sentiment.

Arabella only scoffed then, giving his chest a playful push. She wanted to be offended but couldn't. After all she knew where that unusual insecurity came from. With a pout on her lips, her hazel irises wandered up to meet his. "Of course it's yours."

His bright grin immediately returned to his lips as relief washed over him and he squeezed her closer to him. "I know, I'm sorry, love. I just had to make sure," he quietly said, kissing her temple. "Don't you trust me at all after all these years?" "Not with jewels, but I trust you with my life, love." And even Arabella couldn't help biting back a smile at that view. He was beaming, his face was beaming of joy. He was actually excited? It seemed weird, this whole scene seemed surreal. Still unable to comprehend how she'd found herself in such a strage situation.

"So.. you're not actually freaking out?" she slowly asked, just to ensure she didn't get ahead of herself. With his arm still slung around her shoulder, he was propped up on her side, now arching a brow at her from above. "No, why? Are you?" And to his surprise he watched her making a vague gesture. "Wait, is that why you disappeared for weeks? You were afraid of my reaction?" "No.. yes.. no.. it was everything." 

With a groan, she averted herself from him and laid on herback. Staring up at the ceiling. Despite the closed curtains, enough light came through due to them being see-through. The afternoon sun projectinng their pink colour onto the white surfaces. "I just never saw myself as a mother, getting pregnant was not on my bucket list so it just.. caught me off guard really. I didn't expect it and got overwhelmed. And then of course, I also didn't know how you'd feel about it, adding to the whole distress."

Jimin was listening intently to her spilling her inner conflict, occasionally humming along understandingly and nodding here and there while observing the movement of her eyes and lips.

"It's not like I thought about it myself, you know," he said with a gentle smile, his free hand caressing the soft skin of her arm. It was cool despite the warm temperature. For a moment, he observed absendmindedly the movement of his fingers before continuing in a low voice, "It's true that in our profession.. that's not a top priority. Making plans for the furute.. We usually don't think that far ahead."

Arabella laughed under her breath and closed her eyes. "No, we surely don't."

Thieves lived for the moment. Of course, they had to plan out coups. But that was the only plans for the future they made. Heists. What and how they'd steal next. Anythinng else, especially when it came to their private life, was too risky and blurry to even dare considering making any plans.

Her eyes fluttered open and she glanced up at the soft edges of the face she loved the most. His friendly eyes were spacing out, partially covered by the longer becoming dark waves.

"So, what now?" she quiely spoke up, breaking his daze.

He blinked, a small chuckle forming on his plush lips. "Good question." The faced her, skimming her features in an attempt of reading her mind. Despite his excellent analysing of the human nature, his skills often failed when it came to Arabella "Do you wanna keep it?"

"Good question," she sighed, repeating his answer. "But I.. I think so? Is that weird? I mean.. I'm not sure, I'm afraid and worried but.." She paused, searching for his face out of habit. And suddenly a wave of serenity overcame her as she saw the love in his features.  

Yeah, she had tried running away from any decision-making the past weeks because she felt scared and insecure. However, looking at the only man she'd ever trusted now and the sparkle in his eyes along with his calm smile, made something inside her switch. The thought of holding something that was half her and half him unexpectedly made her heart swell.

She shook her head. The hormones must've already been at full work for her to suddenly become so sentimental and sappy.

She shrugged nonchalantly then, looking away briefly only to raise a brow at him. "Do.. do you even wanna be a parent?"

Jimin took a moment to simply look at the woman he had called his lover, his nemesis, his partner in crime The love of his life and favourite menace.

"If it's with you, then yes."

Arabella wanted to roll her eyes at his corny remark but she realised quickly that it wasn't one of his usual flirt or charm tactics. She could see in his expression that he was serious, he meant it. And it made her swallow.

"Wow," she whispered, her gaze falling only to meet his again, "You really mean it, huh? You'd actually be interested in settling down and all that? I mean, we tried it once and it didn't work.."

He huffed out a laugh, his lips tugging into a smirk then as he leaned closer to her face. "Of course it didn't. We were too young and did it all wrong. Like the main couple in season two of a tv show, it was never meant to work out back then."

Her eyes grew round at his words. Truth was, it always unsettled her how uncomfortable and strained they both had been in their first try. It was one of the reasons which kept her from persuing another committed relationship with him, even if technically they were in one for years now. Just without the official labels and all that. And the reason she feared of ever making anything official again was rooted by that first initial failure. She'd feared a second one might be enough for them to fall apart and she'd dreaded that thought.

Maybe Jimin was right though. Perhaps it simply hadn't been the right timing eight years ago. They'd been naive and impulsive, forcing themselves to follow what they'd seen everyone else doing. What they'd thought they had to do. That wasn't their style.

"You think the first time was meant to fail?" Smiling, he run his fingers through her silky hair, combing it back. "Think about it, love. We tried acting normal, but Bella, we're anything but normal. It didn't make sense." He placed a kiss on her forehead.

"When did we ever make sense.." she muttered to herself before rising her voice again, "So you mean we should just stay true to ourselves?" He nodded, earning a sarcastic laugh from her. "Thieves and conartists. Great qualities for parents," she retorted. "Oh please, we'll be the coolest parents ever! We just have to be more cautious with our little.. tricks." Wiggling with his brows earned him a genuine giggle from her and he scoffed, pretending being offended. "No, I'm serious, Bella! We ain't that bad after all, we've changed, haven't we?"

Arabella paused, musing over his arguments. They'd indeed changed. She wasn't the ruthless and opportunistic loner nor was he the immature and reckless womaniser anymore. Both had outgrown those old habits, perhaps even thanks to the other.

And if there was a 'first' try, there had to be a 'second' one, as well. Especially after having gone through countless adventures and dangers, binding them together.

"What about pops and his minions though?" she countered, "I don't think growing up on the run would be too great for a child."

However, Jimin only shrugged, seemingly having a solution even for this concern.

"I heard Taiwan's very nice, especially for children."

"Taiwan?" Now it was her turn to repeat his words as confusion was written all over her lovely features. Surely, they'd been there for a couple of peaceful thefts over the years as interp- And then it dawned on her. Of course. One of the few places on earth that wasn't an interpol member. They'd be unbothered there by the agents who'd strangely grown on them over all these years running from them. And surely dealing with local police would be a piece of cake compared to Seokjin, Skylar and Jungkook.

Her lips curled into a grin.

"Taiwan huh? Heard it also houses one of the world's greatest art collections."

And Jimin couldn't help but smirk when imagining all the future heists ahead. And there'd be enough, he was certain of that. "Surely we - I meant, our child can benefit from that."

Suddenly a fuzzy feeling spread inside her chest. Their child. Hers and Jimin's. It was still surreal. And he could read her mind and laughed at her anew panicked expression. "Don't think too much about it now, we still have time to get used to it," he said and squeezed her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. Their lips met and both smiled into the kiss that felt like sealing the deal.

None of them had dared to ever imagine something like this, not even fleetingly, considering their risky lives. But if they had, it wouldn't have been with anyone else but the person in their arms right now.

Arabella didn't know what reaction she had expected or hoped for back then after the first five tests - just to be sure - or when finding him in front of her door earlier. However, for the first time in her chaotic and trauma-marked life she felt light. Lighter then she'd ever felt before.

THE END

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-thank you all for reading this story! it was fun writing something totally new for once, so hope you also had fun reading it!

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CHANEL GIRLFRIENDS kim minji x fem!reader

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ yn of lesserafim and minji of new jeans, both are ambassadors of the worldwide known luxury brand chanel, they’re also known as the chanel girlfriends.

a series of short oneshots and compilations that convinced the world that the “chanel girlfriends” are definitely not just two girls who are friends.

PARING — kim minji x lsrfm!reader

all mine

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minji knocked the door of the lesserafim dorms, she waits patiently until the door opens to reveal sakura with chaewon peeking behind her to see who’s at the door.

before minji can open her mouth she’s cut off by the japanese girl, “yn?” which causes the girl to nod in embarrassment as they let her in.

“she’s in her room.” chaewon adds, pointing the down the hall, minji nods before thanking them and heading towards yn’s room.

“keep the door open!” both girls yell behind girl.

minji sends them a thumbs up from behind her and heads towards yn’s door.

she opens the door without knocking and finds yn on her bed with her face in her phone, she walks towards the girl not forgetting to keep the door open.

yn looks up from her phone and a smile immediately makes its way to her face when she sees the new jeans member, “ah! you’re here come lay down with me.”

“oh also close the door i hate when it’s wide open.” she adds only for minji to shake her head, “they said to keep it open.” she says as she lays down beside yn who groans in annoyance.

“so annoying.” yn mumbles to herself as minji laughs, she opens her mouth to say something but is cut off by the multiple dings of yn’s phone.

she watches as the girl picks up her phone and starts typing, she tries to look at what it was but yn has that stupid privacy screen protector due to her nosey members was her reasoning.

minji watches as yn lets out an embarrassed laugh at her phone, the laugh that she always does when someone teases her, she raises a brow and puts her chin on yn’s shoulder.

“who are you talking to?”

“my mc partner for the award show.” yn responds nonchalantly, “remember, he’s an actor you probably don’t know him.”

“oh,” minji digs her face into yn’s neck to get a better look at the phone and immediately scowls at the flirty texts that the actor as been sending to her girlfriend, but it seems like yn wasn’t picking up on any of the hints.

“can you pay attention to me now?” she asks nudging yn who laughs and turns off her phone.

“you’re so obsessed with me.” yn says teasingly as she wraps her arms round minji, her phone dings again but before she could reach over to it minji grabs her hands, “don’t you even dare.”

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minji tried her best to keep her composure she really did, but it’s hard when your girlfriends mc partner doesn’t know the meaning of personal space.

she clenched her fists as the man passed a flirty comment to you that had everyone in the crowd gasping and laughing.

everyone besides minji.

“you look like you’re gonna burn him alive.” hanni whispered to the girl who nodded her head, “I just might…”

“minji!” hanni gasps hitting the girl’s shoulder.

“what?”

“you can’t expect someone who doesn’t know yn is in a relationship to not flirt with her, that girl is a total heartthrob.” hanni says knowingly, “hell I would try it with her if I could.” she adds earning a glare from minji.

“plus, yn loves you and is super loyal do you really think she’s gonna leave you for him out of all people? she’s all yours.”

“yeah…” minji trails off, “she is all mine..”

the award show goes on with another dreadful hour and minji just is just happy it’s finally over, immediately parting from her members to find yn and boy when she does.

minji pauses when she finds her girlfriend leaning against the wall outside of lesserafims changing room with her mc partner talking her ear off.

before minji can even comprehend what she’s doing she walks over to yn like she’s on a mission.

“babe!” she says loudly, startling the two mcs, minji takes notice of yn’s shocked face when she puts her arm around her shoulder, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

yn just stares at the girl in shock, nobody but their members know about their relationship so seeing minji act like this was definitely a shock to the girl.

“did i interrupt something?” mini asks looking at yn who just shakes her head rapidly.

“n-no not at all.” she stuttered out before gesturing to in front of her, “this was my mc partner of course, he was just telling me how good I did.”

“ahhh,” minji says pretending that she was interested but she couldn’t care less about what he was talking about all she wanted was him away from her girlfriend.

“Im-”

“would you look at the time,” minji cuts him off pointing to his watch, “you should probably get going, everyone is heading out now.”

“I was actually going to offer to drop yn off, see if it’s okay with her members.” he says and minji narrows her eyes.

can’t he catch a hint? what does she have to do? kiss yn in front of him? she was really considering it at this point

“no need.” she says before yn could even respond, she removes her arm from yn’s shoulder and interlocks your hands together before opening the lesserafim dressing room pulling yn in with her and shutting the door in his face.

yn looks at minji in shock as the five girls snap their heads towards them.

“hi?” yunjin says looking mostly at her members girlfriend.

minji bows politely before dragging yn with her and sitting in one of the couches, pulling yn into her lap.

chaewon stiffened at that but sakura just turned the leaders body away from the younger couple.

minji rests her chin on yn’s shoulder while she relaxes finally feeling at ease after pulling away yn from her biggest nightmare.

“what was that?” yn asks leaning into the girl.

“what was what?” minji responds but is only met with an unimpressed look from as she shifts her body to look at minji.

she lets out deep sigh and looks off to the side, “I didn’t like how he was acting with you, the constant texting and the flirting,” she blurts out, “and don’t even get me started on how I literally called you babe and he didn’t care and continued to ask to leave here with you!” she rambles on.

“it’s like he couldn’t take a hint!” she finishes before looking at yn who only had a smile on her face.

“what?”

“you’re so cute!” yn coos pinching the girls cheeks causing minji to scrunch her face up, “stop!”

“who knew the kim minji gets jealous?” she teases, “or were you just good at hiding it until now?”

she was good at hiding it until now.

“shut up.”

“you don’t have your worry, I’m all yours.” yn says pressing a kiss to the girls cheek awfully close to lips since she knew she couldn’t kiss minji on the lips, not with chaewon in the room she’d probably kick the new jeans member out the room.

“I know.” minji mumbles, turning yn’s body back around and pulling her closer on her lap, “just wanted to make it known to him.” she adds still pissed and yn takes notice of that.

“how about, I convince chaewon and sakura unnie to let you sleep over?”

“but then we’ll just be sleeping in the living room like always with eunchae since she’s always forced to stay with us.”

“we’ll just so what we always do,” yn says like it’s obvious, “pay eunchae and the sneak into my room.”

“WHAT?!”

both girls snap their heads towards chaewon who has her hands clenched.

yn nervously stands from minji’s lap walking over to yunjin so she could hid behind the older girl.

“nope, this is your mess.” the girl laughs moving away from yn who whines and moves to sakura who laughs and wraps her arms around yn.

“chaewon unnie, i was joking.” yn laughs nervously pushing her face into sakura before looking at minji who has stood up from her seat.

“I should probably go…” she trails off not daring to look at chaewon whose eyes are burning into her head.

“see you later,” she says to yn before quickly walking out the room and shutting the door as chaewon yells, “you are not seeing her for a week!”

[schwarzgeier]

it's a beach episode for the geier squad!!! How are they spending it?

BEACH TIME ON VINETA (more art and yap under cut )

OKAY SO Thank you so much lynx for this ask cause oh my god I had so much fun with this scenario. I spent an entire day just doodling and thinking of this gjfhfjjg.

As a whole cadre the Geiers would be a fun bunch ! They would probably adore playing volleyball ouf of all the activities. 2 v 2 with the 5th one taking a break. (It ends up being Null mostly but because she prefers to observe her squadmates and the perimeter . Or Copper who just wants to read a book fjfjg) Kobalt enjoys the game the most, especially if she's up againts Null and gets to try and one up her.

Silver is lovingggg the beach , specially the water and its cooling, fresh feeling. Surfing ends up coming naturaly to her and let's her feel a lot more free than usual, she could spend hours even just sitting on the board, legs dangling in the water while watching the sun go down over the calm waves. She tries to teach Kobalt and Alloy as well, with some. Mixed results . Alloy is struggling and is nervous but is slowly picking it up, meanwhile Kobalt can barely stand on the board for 3 seconds fhfhfjkd. Got frustrated pretty quickly. But that aside yeah surfing is Silvers big thing! Snorkeling too! She likes the vibrant colors of the different fish and corals , tries to reach into every hole she can like a dumbass and gets a few bites as a souvenier from local eels . She also gets dragged a lot into being the sand victim of the Aras building sand constructions.

Copper and Alloy are probably the calmest ones of the group , happy to sit under the shade and relax. Copper with a book from the Kolibris and Alloy spends hours learning how to build bigger and stupider things from sand (dont let her near the Aras she will learn forbiden knowledge) along with being fascinated by the local wildlife (she will pet a shark and nothing can stoo her). Sidenote, Copper does get distracted if something washes up on the shore orrrr there are pretty rocks scattered around. I have never really seen any on a sand beach personaly but if it's a rocky one you can bet she is hunting the little bastards like a hawk (or magpie ig? Vulture?? Close enough).

Kobalt is an antsy one outside of group activities on the beach , doesn't really know what to do with herself. Probably ends up swimming with Silver or annoying Alloy/Copper. Eusan probably doesn't have water skis yet but on god if they existed there she would fucking love it fjfjgjgk.

Null is. An interesting one. She hates sand dhfhhf hates the heat in general. Will go ofc but is pretty silent if it's just the Geiers. If the Commander is there though? Bit of a different story. Long evening walks on the beach actually become something enjoyable with the floating goddes next to her. It's a nice silent sort of company , a mutual understanding of life while listening to the soft crashing of the waves. Just really. Soul soothing. During the day though Null would have a syndrome of a creepy ahh bodyguard constantly trailing Falke like a dog dhfhhf she wouldn't mind but goodlord Null get a grip. Falke uses her as a fashiom guinepig in return.

All in all, the beach is a good experience for them even if other replikas join or not , they end up liking it a lot. Thank you again so much for this ask it was incredibly fresh and fun to brainrot over !

[cripplecharacters]

Do you have any tips (or previous posts) about how to write a young person who’s first-time cane user? This one is for a character who escapes a lifetime of being experimented on, and learns in the aftermath of being rescued that this rather compromised her ability to walk well again. I’ve written characters with other mobility devices for getting around. But never canes. I myself am physically disabled but have never needed anything like these before. I’m always eager to learn.

Hey!

If your character is a first time cane user, here are some things that could happen:

She will need to learn how to walk with the cane first. When you're starting, it's easy to mess up (though it could be my dyspraxia speaking) and overfocus on how you should walk because you're just getting used to it. She could randomly stop and correct her gait, or look down a lot to check if she's still doing the motion (left arm and right leg forward, or the other way around).

She's probably gonna drop that thing a lot. Especially if she has a weaker grip in the cane hand - now, I don't have this problem (the opposite, rather) - but the overall thing is a really common occurrence for most of us. Walking and hit the smallest pebble imaginable? Cane on the ground, somehow. Tried putting it against the wall or table? It's on the ground. And then you need to reach for it, it's a struggle sometimes.

If she's not helped in picking the cane, she will spend some time figuring out what grip and height are comfortable for her. (Grip depends on personal preference, no one's preference has ever been the doorknob handle, height is generally to the person's wrist from the ground up.) I think that this could be an interesting opportunity to talk about disabled communities - maybe she's frustrated with the process and goes to an older (more experienced) cane user to help her?

If it's during the winter, her hand is gonna be freezing - and the opposite in the summer - and she might not be prepared for it. The handle can get hot and it can be an issue. Depending on what her actual disability is, she might try switching which hand to hold it in. If she's able to do that, another character could warm up her cold hand =)

The first couple of times walking with a cane are an Experience. You feel way better, but also everyone is suddenly staring. Some people care about that, some don't. But it can be somewhat overwhelming either way.

Spatial awareness is gonna suck at first. She will bump into what feels like everything with the cane. Especially doorframes. It's always doorframes for some reason. Or mess up and have her cane slip down because she hasn't realized how close to the curb she was.

She will hit her shin. It will hurt.

She's probably going to be speedy with that thing. Getting a cane is like getting a speed boost. Without it, I have episodes where I'm extremely slow (my highest, extreme-pain speed would be slower than a person walking very casually) and with it, I'm faster than a lot of able-bodied people. It's fun and she would have fun with it.

She will not know what to do with the cane when she doesn't need it. For me, using backpacks always cause issues because I don't know how to hold it without dropping it, but I also need to swap hands, something gets stuck on the handle... it's a whole process that takes a comical amount of time at first. Same when going to the public bathroom, where are you putting it when you aren't using it? It's a lot of trial and error and a lot of "eww, my cane just touched the dirtiest surface humanly imaginable".

In the real world, people are (overly) interested in young cane user's business and tend to stare a lot. Now, it doesn't have to be like this in your story, but it's often just an annoying part of life. Your character might feel awkward and feel like she needs to explain herself, but this goes away after some time. You just get desensitized after a while.

In the real world, people are sometimes interested and nice about it. For example, a lot of older people can be insecure about using a cane, exactly like younger people. I've heard stories about older people asking younger users where they got their cane from, how are they so confident with it, etc. Another opportunity for a disabled community moment.

I hope that my suggestions were helpful, it's been a while since I was a first-time cane user so I wrote down what I still remember.

mod Sasza

Hi!

I agree with Sasza on pretty much every point and wanted to add some things from my own experience.

It's really, really hard to hold both a cane and an umbrella at the same time. Sometimes I'll give up and get wet. Sometimes I'll give up and store the cane. She might do either of those, depending on what she hates more: being wet or walking without the cane. Or she could get a raincoat if that works for her.

Speaking of umbrellas, sometimes you need your umbrella and you need your cane and you also need a free hand. This Sucks. What I do for this sometimes (and maybe she or other people have better, smarter, more useful solutions than this) is shove my umbrella into my shirt or backpack strap or something, so the umbrella is Held Up by it. This is not very effective, and will not last long. But if I need to look up a map on my phone or adjust something on my clothes or get my keys, it can work. Sort of.

Just like mod Sasza said, people will take interest in your cane, younger and older alike. I've had people of all ages compliment my cane (it has flowers) as well as people of all ages tell me I'm too young to need a cane or ask what's wrong with me. An older woman once asked me where I got my cane as she had been wanting a 'pretty' one, and that was a nice moment.

She might develop a new awareness of mobility aid users. When you're new at using one and trying to figure it out, you're probably going to be frustrated, because it's a new skill like any other. But it might make her (like it made me) notice more people using canes. It's not that I never saw them before, but that they were more common than I ever thought, and I never would have noticed how common it was if I hadn't had to slow down and practice my skill.

Cane tips get dirty, and cane tips wear out. These both depend on where your character is using her cane (outdoors vs indoors, scratchy asphalt vs smooth wood) as well as how often. A cane with a worn-out rubber tip really sucks and is more unstable and if the cane is made of aluminum and the tip is worn out and you hit the cane the wrong way, you can damage the cane. Ask me how I know.

That's all I can think of right now that I had to learn to deal with when I started! As you can see I still don't have a solution to the rain thing and it's been like two and a half years...

- mod Sparrow