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[elleaitch22]

Love on Fire

Chapter 8: Hope, Still

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: I have a concussion so please forgive any errors. I wrote this with sunglasses on with blue light ones on top, so I’d be following doctor’s order lol. I’m just doing my best! Feel free to have comments and drop some reviews in my inbox so I feel better lol. I hope you love it! xx Elle

Warnings: Fertility treatments, medical procedures, mentioned pregnancy loss, grief

Word Count: 3.6k Words

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Like always, Paige wasn’t joking when she told Azzi they would be doing everything together.

She set up a subscription for prenatal vitamins, “The blogs I read said to start taking them as soon as you know you’re going to try to get pregnant.”

She purchased Omega 3s, something Azzi didn’t even know she needed this early. “Our baby isn’t going to be the dumbest in the class, Az. Omega 3s promote heart health and brain development.” The brunette almost giggled at how much Paige sounded like an infomercial.

When Azzi was reading on the couch one night, the blonde tossed her phone into her lap.

“What the fuck, P?” She questioned.

Paige rolled her eyes and gestured to her device. “Look at the picture.” Azzi’s heart broke a little at the child in the wheelchair. “That kid paralyzed, Azzi!” She exclaimed. “I know a lot of things can cause that, but we can try to prevent it if you’re taking choline.”

“Paige,” Azzi started. “You’re the one who insisted on setting up my pill organizer. If you think it’s a good idea, put it in there. I’ll take whatever’s there.” She finished with a smile.

Her best friend sighed and leaned back into the sofa with a smile. “Thanks for trusting me with this, Azzi. Means a lot.”

“No, Paige. Thank you for doing all this.” She reached for her hand. “For making sure I’m not doing any of this alone.”

Paige pulled her into a tight hug. “I promised that you wouldn’t go through any of this alone, and I meant that.”

Azzi smiled warmly, “No, I mean everything.” She looked up. “I haven’t been home since…everything. And you haven’t pressured me into going back home. And you – I just, it means more than I can tell you.”

“I think we’re at home whenever we’re together.” She replied lowly. “You don’t ever have to go back there. We can go wherever you want.” She finished.

Times like these were the times Azzi started to believe what Katie had always told her about Paige. Maybe she was just as in love with Azzi as Azzi was with her. But asking her about her feelings now, when everything is so emotional, could seem almost shady. Paige clearly had feelings involved when it came to Azzi’s baby, and she didn’t want her best friend to be with her just for a kid that she didn’t even have yet.

So, Azzi would wait. Well, she’d talk to Katie about everything first, but then she’d wait.

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Her leg wouldn’t stop tapping. Not out of anxiety. Azzi wasn’t even nervous; she was more so restless. Kinda like how Paige was in college. She was excited because she’d be able to work with a new doctor, a good doctor who she was already comfortable with.

She looked over to say something to Paige but paused. The blonde had picked Azzi up from the bakery right after she finished a shift. She still had on her PG County Fire Department sweats and pullover. There was a big structure fire last night, so she was exhausted. She was slumped into the chair, legs stretched wide, head resting on the wall. Even though her eyes were closed and she looked asleep, her thumb still ran over Azzi’s knuckles.

So, Azzi just sat back and watched her.

“Azzi Fudd?” A redheaded nurse peeked her head out from the door.

Before she could say anything to Paige, blue eyes popped open, and she was pulling Azzi towards the back.

The woman took her vitals. “So, is this your first baby?”

Azzi’s brows furrowed. She had one baby, but she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to mention Peanut. “Sort of,” she answered, voice thick.

At the confused look on the nurse’s face, Paige jumped in. “She had a miscarriage on November 3rd. She was ten weeks and four days.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that, sweetheart.” The woman says guiding the pair back to an exam room. “Dr. Nelson-Ododa has helped so many people in your situation, and I’m sure she’ll be able to do the same for you both.”

When she walked out, the room was quiet.

Azzi was nervous, like actually nervous this time. She absentmindedly brought the sleeve of her favorite hoodie (that really belonged to Paige) up to her nose and inhaled the comforting scent, willing herself to calm down. She looked at the paper gown on the exam table.

“Maybe I’ll just wait to put it on later,” She muttered to herself, moving away from the table.

Paige shifted behind her, going to sit in the chair next to the table. Sensing Azzi’s nerves, she pulled the girl closer to her. “What’s going on, Princess?”

She played with the strings on her oversized hoodie. “The last time I was on one of those I – I’d be in my second trimester by now.” She shook her head. “I don’t know, I just feel like I’m really in my head.”

Azzi was pulled in between firm thighs. “You don’t have to sit there if you don’t want to, not until Liv says you have to.” Paige pulled her onto her lap with a firm grip. “This is why I’m here, Azzi. It’s going to be hard, and it might take time, but I’ll be here for it all. When you’re moody from all the meds, when you’re bruised from all the shots, when you finally get that baby. I’ll be here. I knew what I signed up for when I told you I was all in.”

Azzi didn’t say anything, just tucked her head in her best friend’s neck.

That is exactly how Liv found them; Paige’s arms protectively wrapped around Azzi while she held her in her lap. “Y’all are just as sickening as always.” She grimaced. “Happy to see that all of this has made you guys closer.”

“What’s up, Liv?” Anyone could hear the smirk in Paige’s voice. “She’s nervous.”

The doctor laughed. “Yeah, I can see that.” She paused, rolling her stool over to the pair. “How about I give my spiel, and you can ask your questions and everything. Yeah?” She offered.

Azzi shifted, bringing her feet to the ground and turning to face Liv. “Yeah, okay.”

“IVF is going to be hard,” She started. “Most families have success within the first three trials, but for some, it takes longer. So, I need you to know that even if the first cycle doesn’t take, don’t get too discouraged.”

“But what if I have another miscarriage?” Azzi questioned.

Liv reached out, placing a hand on her arm, “Then we take a break and try again. But only if you want. You’re the one in control here, Azzi.”

At the brunette’s nod, the obstetrician continued. “So today, we’re going to do an ultrasound and some bloodwork. I will send three prescriptions to your pharmacy for birth control, FSH, and the trigger shot. You will take those for eight days before you start taking FSH injections for days nine through nineteen. On day twenty, you’ll do the trigger shot. And two days later, we’ll do the egg retrieval. You’ll be asleep for that. The rest of the process depends on how many eggs we get. But you’ll have a transfer four to six days after the retrieval, and you’ll take progesterone until you take a pregnancy test. The clinic will send you all of the sperm donors we have on hand, but there are filters, so you’re not going through hundreds of profiles. We need the selected donor five days before your retrieval. You need to start taking prenatals if you haven’t already started. Any questions?”

Azzi’s mind had blue-screened with all of the information. And that was why she had Paige.

“She’s already taking prenatal vitamins. They’re from Ritual. She’s taking Omega 3s and choline too. Should she be taking more?” She asked, tapping away on her phone.

Liv shook her head. “That’s fine. She’ll need to start calcium and iron, but not until she’s pregnant.”

“And what is FSH?” She questioned. “When will the shots have to be given.”

“FSH is follicle stimulating hormone – it is what will tell the ovaries to make eggs. She’ll need that injection once every morning. Then the trigger shot will be given at night. Then after the transfer, she’ll need one progesterone injection every night and take a pill twice daily.”

Paige nodded, typing in more information. “How many eggs are ideal?”

“10-15 is where we want to be. That way we have wiggle room in terms of viability.” Liv answered.

“It’s just a lot,” Azzi said, eyes wide and overwhelmed.

Paige handed Liv her phone, “Can you look and make sure I got everything?” She held Azzi’s face in her hands, turning her to put their foreheads together. “It is a lot, but you’re not doing it by yourself. And think about how good it will be when you’re finally able to hold your baby in your arms.”

Azzi nodded as Paige encouraged her before she remembered. “Did you ever get the results from Peanut?”

She looked up from the notes on Paige’s phone. “Yes, we did. Your baby had a chromosomal abnormality. We do not implant embryos if they have abnormalities, so it shouldn’t happen again.”

The brunette turned to Paige, tears in her eyes. “It wasn’t my fault?”

Paige pressed a firm kiss to her forehead. “No, Az, of course it wasn’t your fault.”

“Your notes look good, P. Most partners aren’t even as involved as you are.” She smirked, passing the phone back. “So, does this sound like something you’re still wanting to do now?”

“Yeah, I’m just nervous,” Azzi replied.

Liv stood with a smile. “Perfect, if anyone deserves to be a mom, it’s you.” She walked to the door, turning back at the last second. “Change into the gown and Estelle will be back to take your blood and do the initial ultrasound.”

Azzi pulled off her leggings and sweatshirt, not even caring that Paige was in the room, before sliding into the uncomfortable paper gown.

Seconds later, her phone vibrated.

Airdrop from Paigey 💗🧑🏼‍🚒🔥❤️‍🔥:

Jellybean Journal 🍬💗🌱🧬

12/17-12/24 – birth control

12/25-1/4 – fsh injection, 1x/morning

1/5 – trigger shot, pm

1/7 – egg retrieval (pls 10-15!)

1/12 – TRANSFER DAY!

1/13-1/26 – progesterone pill am & pm, progesterone injections 1x/night

1/26 – TEST DAY!!! Lil Jellybean is growing???

Reminders:

Azzi’s strong and she can do this

Prenatal vitamins every day

Healthy diet means healthy baby

“Thank you for writing all of this down. There’s no way I would have remembered this on my own.”

The rest of the appointment went smoothly. Paige held her hand when Estelle did the ultrasound and whispered corny jokes to distract her during the blood draw.

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That night, Azzi didn’t even stop to speak to Paige before going to the bathroom. She came out twenty minutes later with her hair in a messy bun, makeup removed, her favorite pair of boxers, and an oversized t-shirt.

“Wanna eat Cava and help me pick a baby daddy?” She grinned.

Her MacBook was connected to the television in Paige’s bedroom. Both women were snuggled closely as she selected some filters.

“Obviously over 6’; can’t have my baby daddy be shorter than me.” Azzi grinned.

Paige’s brows furrowed, “Az, you’re 5’10.”

“Yeah, but my attitude’s 6’7. So, I compromised and put 6’0.” She shrugged. “College educated, obviously.”

Paige took the laptop from her hands. “Personality? Loyal, intelligent, funny, protective, driven.”

“Oh, for medical history, pick no cancer, Alzheimer’s, or dementia, please. Then see what we got.”

They were left with a whopping five choices.

The Overachiever was East Asian with dark hair and eyes. He has a degree in engineering and music. He liked to code symphonies using AI and play the violin. He said he’s most like a cat; quiet, persistent, and humble.

“I don’t like him,” Paige said. “AI is bad for the environment, but it’s one of his hobbies.”

Azzi just giggled and moved on to the next.

The Golden Retriever was a white man with blond hair and blue eyes.

“He would go triple platinum in Germany if we were in the 1940s,” Paige interjected.

“P, you have blonde hair and blue eyes.” Azzi scoffed playfully.

Blondie rolled her eyes, “Yeah, but from a box.”

He’s got a degree in family science and is in medical school so he can be a therapist. He liked trail running, mentoring children, and fostering cats and dogs. He said he’s most like a Great Pyrenees; loyal, playful, and affectionate.

“What if your kid likes cats more than dogs, Azzi? Absolutely not.” Paige said as Azzi added him to the ‘maybe’ list.

The Science-Bro was next, but as soon as they found out he had a PhD in neuroscience, they vetoed him. Paige had never recovered from Harley, her crazy ex who was studying neuroscience.

“We only have two more, Paige. Stop being so picky.”

They really liked The Artist. He was Black and he had a degree in fine arts. He painted murals and did sculpting classes for schools in underserved communities. He said he was like a red fox; quiet, observant, and clever.

“He’s going in the maybe pile, I don’t care what you say,” Azzi smirked before her best friend could say anything.

“I like him too, Azzi!”

The last option was The Storyteller. He was a Hispanic man with black hair and green eyes. He studied literature and philosophy. He liked journaling, writing stories, and cooking in his free time. He said he was most like an elephant; emotional, empathetic, and protective.

“Every man I know who calls themselves empathetic or emotionally intelligent are some of the worst people I’ve ever met.” Azzi grimaced.

“So, we’re in between the Golden Retriever and the Artist,” Paige said. “I think the artist is your best bet. I think his quiet would match yours well, and he’s super smart. And look at what he does for work; he’s very compassionate.” She finished, sitting back.

Azzi pouted, “I was going to say the golden retriever. I think that energy would help balance everything out. And he’s playful like you. Even when you annoy me, I still want you to bother me.”

“So, you want to have a baby with the male version of me?” Paige joked.

The brunette stared incredulously, “Of course I do! You’re my favorite person in the world, Paige. If someone’s gonna take your place, I’d prefer it be someone who acts a least a little bit like you.”

The blonde knew how much Azzi loved her, but hearing it said so casually like it didn’t shake the foundation of her life, made her chest ache in ways she couldn’t name.

Paige nodded, tucking her chin to her chest to try to hide the blush rising. “Alrighty then.”

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Once the IVF process really starts, Paige is overjoyed that Azzi has practically moved in.

Azzi had always been a morning person. And now, every morning at six, she rolled out of bed, winced as she padded to the kitchen, and lifted her sweatshirt for Paige.

It didn’t matter if she was on shift or at home, Paige gave her the injections for eleven straight days.

"Ready, Mama?" Paige whispered every time, voice gentler than air.

Azzi nodded, eyes already closed.

“You’re doing amazing, Mama.” Paige held the ice pack to her belly, kneeling close.

The shot was always given quickly, leaving Azzi with only a second to wince.

And like clockwork, Paige would press her forehead into the flat, tanned stomach. “Please bless this step. Please help this prepare Azzi’s body for Jellybean. Bless her and hold her as she brings Baby Jellybean home.” She finished every prayer with a kiss below her belly button.

Then a warm compress.

Then a whisper: "You're doing amazing. I’m so proud of you."

When Azzi started bruising on Day 12, she stayed on her knees longer, pressing a gentle kiss into each purpling patch, leaving Azzi to feel her lips for hours.

When Azzi got more agitated and irritable, which started after Day 15, Paige made sure she had a pastry and her bunk waiting for Azzi to have a snack and then a nap.

Sometimes, the crew teased.

"Becky, your girl’s here!" Cam would shout.

"Tell your wife we’ll pay her for some muffins!” Ant yelled.

But then they’d see Paige hurry down the hallway, focused and soft.

By Day 18, Azzi cried. From the bloating, from the pressure, from the way she hated her body for not cooperating. Paige found her curled on the bakery couch, hoodie pulled over her face.

She didn't speak. Just crawled under the blanket and let Paige spoon-feed her cut strawberries and Nutella.

On Day 20, they did the trigger shot.

The prayer changed.

“We have done all the work. Please prepare her body for a successful retrieval. Please help us get at least ten eggs. You can do more than we can ask or even think, so please do it now.”

On the morning of the egg retrieval, Paige is wearing a matching sweatsuit with Azzi. Liv let her hold Azzi’s hand until she was under, and the doctor promised that she would be able to see her again within the hour.

For forty-three minutes, Paige prayed.

She prayed that everything went right with the retrieval. She prayed for more than ten eggs. She prayed that most of the eggs would be healthy. She prayed that they wouldn’t have to do all of this again. She prayed that no matter what happened, Azzi would be okay.

She prayed for the same things. Over and over until Liv came back out to the waiting room to tell her that Azzi was in recovery. “We got thirteen!”

Paige let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “That’s enough for multiple cycles. Like if she wanted more kids.”

She sat next to her bed, holding her hand tightly.

When Azzi woke up, groggy and sore, her first words were, "Did they get them?"

Paige laughed through a throat full of emotion. "Thirteen, Mama. Lucky number."

Azzi smiled in the recovery bed. “Then we’re one step closer.”

“Well, we still have to test viability, but she should end up with at least eight embryos. That is more than enough to have multiple babies.” Liv smiled brightly.

Paige pulled the brunette into a tight hug. “I knew you could do it.” She spoke into her curls.

“Congratulations, Mommy.” Liv smiled.

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January 12, 2026. Day 27. Transfer day.

They showed up at the clinic in matching sweatsuits.

Two tiny little embryos were waiting.

They held hands while the room was prepped. Azzi barely spoke. Paige whispered under her breath: little affirmations. Tiny prayers.

“New Year, New Chances.”

The transfer was fast.

Paige kissed Azzi’s hand. She looked so still like she didn’t want to breathe wrong and ruin it.

They went home and began the next stretch: thirteen days of progesterone injections. Every night. 8 pm.

The next thirteen days were rough.

The injections burned more than the FSH. The bruises were deeper than the FSH.

Sometimes Azzi cried. Sometimes she yelled. Sometimes she just sat, teeth clenched, eyes closed.

Every night, Paige whispered, "That’s one more day closer to Jellybean."

They didn’t name the embryos. They didn’t call it Peanut. They didn’t get a name, not until everything was confirmed. It felt safer that way.

Paige tried to hope for both of them.

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On January 26, Azzi took the test alone.

She had waited. She thought waiting would help. Would earn her some kind of miracle.

Negative.

Her hands shook. She set the test down like it was fragile. Like hope could still shatter it further.

She didn’t cry. Not at first.

She just stared. Sat on the floor. Wrapped herself in her favorite hoodie and waited.

When Paige showed up, flowers in hand, Azzi opened the door and said it plainly.

"It didn’t stick."

Paige didn’t say anything. Just pulled her close in the doorway and held on.

No more injections. No more alarms. Just silence.

They took six weeks off.

Azzi went back to therapy. Her therapist asked gently, "What would it mean to try again? Remember, you’re the one in control here."

Azzi stared at the ceiling. “It would mean... choosing hope. One more time.”

Weeks passed. Azzi found rhythm again. She found pieces of herself.

One night, she and Paige were folding laundry. The dryer hummed. Outside, it rained.

“I’m going to try one last time,” Azzi said softly.

Paige froze, arms full of hoodies.

“I just – I need to know I gave it everything. Even if it doesn’t work. This has to be my last try. At least for a little while. I can’t do this again, Paige.”

Paige nodded, jaw tight. “I’ll be right there. Every second.”

Azzi could kiss her. Of course, Paige would be with her through all of this.

They didn’t cry. They just stood together in the quiet hum of a life rebuilt.

And just for a second, they hoped.

And even though hope was painful, giving it up was worse.

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They will have permanent joy and love revelations soon, I promise!

[thebrandywine]

Thank u for all u do 😌

I'm obsessed with this image sjxbosbxudbdhd

[fuckmeyer]

Not gonna lie friend, I loved the politics of the new chapter and how Carlisle lets Jasper decide from then on (what the fuck honestly) and how literally everyone was angry at Seth (same tbh) but everything FLEW out of my mind as soon as Edward started behaving like a CAVEMAN jealous and possesive over BELLA'S BLOOD ohmygod

tender father-son moment: Carlisle finally allows Jasper to commit war crimes🥺

[jameswrites]

This is hands down one of the best summaries of why I am pro-people-writing-what-they-want-fiction.

I am pro even the shit I find personally deplorable. I am squicked out by a lot of things, and absolutely despise other things in fiction, but I am absolutely alright with people exploring it and I will just take tags and content warnings to heart. I over tag and over content warn.

Your personal triggers and squicks do not get to determine what kind of art other people make.

People make shit. It's what we do. We make shit to explore, to inspire, to explain, to understand, but also to cope, to process, to educate, to warn, to go, "hey, wouldn't that be fucked up? Wild, right?"

Yes, sure, there are things that should be handled with care if they are used at all. But plenty more things are subjective. Some things are just not going to be to your tastes. So go find something that is to your tastes and stop worrying so much about what other people are doing and trying to dictate universal moral precepts about art based on your personal triggers and squicks.

I find possession stories super fucking triggering if I encounter them without warning, especially if they function as a sexual abuse metaphor. I'm not over here campaigning for every horror artist to stop writing possession stories because they make me feel shaky and dissociated. I just check Does The Dog Die before watching certain genres, and I have my husband or roommate preview anything I think might upset me so they can give me more detail. And if I genuinely don't think I can't handle it, I don't watch it. It's that simple.

[strawberryhoney11]

ONLY ANGEL ౨ৎ

Drew Starkey x Reader

You are just making your way into the industry, interviewing on red carpets and your podcast. When your interview with Drew Starkey goes viral, suddenly everything changes.

part two!!

You stepped out of the hotel shower, drying your hair with one of the soft fancy towels and adorned in a robe. It was the morning after the big event and you were still buzzing from everything that happened. Madelyn Cline told you she had been obsessed with your videos for a while now and found you to be so cool. When you first heard this you couldn’t believe it, you were still shocked even now.

Suddenly, your phone chimes from the other room and you pull it off of the white sheets.

Have you been on TikTok?

You received a message from your best friend from college, as you still keep in touch today. It was like she was experiencing this all with you, becoming the version of yourself you had always envisioned.

No. Just woke up, why?

GIRL, your vid with Drew Starkey is blowing up…

What? Really?

Immediately, you open up the app. Sure enough, there are thousands of notifications in your inbox all for the same video. Thinking back on your interaction with Drew made you have the same nervous pit in your stomach. You found yourself questioning if it actually happened. But this video was proof and the recognition you were receiving was hard to ignore.

You opened the comments on the paused video, unable to bring yourself to listen to your voice or watch yourself flail around in front of Drew.

Drew is crazy for the “I’ll be waiting”

This girl is living my dream…

THIS FEELS ILLEGAL TO WATCH LIKE HELLO

The comments only speed up your heartbeat. Everyone seems to think that you and Drew have chemistry. As much as it rattles you, it also confirms that it wasn’t all in your head. You felt it, just as much as all of these people. Could this mean that he felt something too?

SORRY did he just grab her microphone???

She's better than me because if that man was in front of me…

The wave at the end would have had me on my knees

OH I love this for her!

WHO IS THIS GIRL AND WHY IS DREW FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR HER?

You can’t help but laugh as you read the responses. The fact that everyone thinks you actually have a shot with him is amusing to you. You eventually have to set your phone down instead of scrolling continuously.

But when you hear another chime, this time from Instagram, you have to see what it is. Your breath catches as you read who it is from, Madelyn Cline. She DM’d you! Your eyes grew wide as you stared at the message.

Hi! I would love to invite you out with the cast and me tonight! Would you be interested?

You didn’t know if you were stuck in a dream or hallucinating. This was insane. You thought that the biggest opportunity you had ever gotten was to interview the cast on the red carpet but now you weren’t so sure. With this invitation, you had to bring your hand over your mouth to stop an excited scream from escaping.

Oh my gosh, hi! I would be so glad to take you up on your offer! Thank you!

You hit send on the message, exhaling a breath of excitement. She answered right away.

Awesome! We’re having dinner at this really nice place and maybe going to a bar afterwards. I’ll send the details!

Thank you, again! I feel so honored.

Of course! All of us girls are excited to hang out with you and don’t worry, you won’t be the only person invited who isn’t a part of the show. So, no pressure!

Oh okay, good! Can’t wait!

You shut your phone off, falling back onto the bed sheets, your wet hair draped across the duvet. All of this excitement and nerves had your stomach twisted in knots, but you couldn’t complain. This was something straight out of a movie. You thought this couldn’t possibly be your life, but it is. These things just didn’t happen to girls like you.

You draped your arm over your eyes, breathing out a laugh.

Another notification popped up on your phone, you held it in front of you in the morning light.

*Drew Starkey Started Following You

You dropped your phone by your side, audibly exclaiming now. This was a lot to take in, in the few hours after you woke up. This was crazy. Drew knows who you are and he now follows you on Instagram.

What more could a girl ask for?

[averyspizookies]

— — GUARDED — —

Hi Pookies!! I hear yall loud and clear and I’m very happy u guys enjoyed chapter 7. I’m not sure this one will be as bomb but I’ll try lol. Give feedback! comment, inbox, dm! It helps a lotttt, and I love hearing from yall.Ty and enjoy!

Pairing: Hopkins transfer Azzi x Hopkins Paige

“How long do you think she’ll take to reply?” Paige whispers, feeling a sense of calm from being next to Azzi, yet her heart racing from their closeness.

Azzi looked over to meet Paige’s blue eyes, “I’m not sure. maybe 10 mintues?”

“10? That quick?”

Azzis jaw dropped in mock disbelief, “Yknow, I’m like kinda a celebrity Paige, you should be greatful to be here right now.”

Paige rolled her eyes and looked back up at the ceiling, “yeah, yeah. I’m soooo lucky to be next to the Azzi Fudd.”

Azzi was still looking at her, Paiges scent filing her nose, the sweetness and musk dragging her in deeper “Yeah, well. Look at my phone if I’m so wrong.”

Paige met her eyes, raising a brow. Then, wordlessly, she grabbed Azzis phone.

“It’s locked dummy.”

“Oh the passwords 0535” Azzi responded easily.

Paige was a little confused why she told her the password so quickly, but felt some butterfiles in her stomach from the trust. She typed in the numbers opening the phone and going to instagram.

She clicked on the photo. It already had 10k likes.

“Woah, is this normal?”

Azzi looked over at the phone finally, her eyes widening a little. “Uh—no. That’s weird, most of my posts take like a hour or two to hit 10k, not minutes.”

She gabbed the phone, then looked a little closer.

Now noticing how clearly you could see Paiges lap, along with her hands firmly on her hip. It looked a lot more than friendly, and with the pale hand. It was clear people were wondering who it was.

“Open the comments.” Azzi asked, the phone still in Paige’s hand

Paige opened them, eyes racking the comments quickly.

A few read:

“Uhhh Azzi girl, we interrupting something? 😭” @sammmsWbb

“Ohhh yall she got a bf!!” @sisterlithhh

“Wait!! That’s a different person from her shoot, I wonder who” @Icantthinkofanything

But just as they were reading through, a dm popped up.

Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi read the message along with Paige, then took a breath,

“Well, what now?” Azzi asked, heart racing slightly

Paige shrugged, handing the phone over, “you flirt.”

She couldn’t, she sucked at it. But there was no choice, she took the phone and went to the text.

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Ash: hey Az, cute new pic.

Azzi: Thanks!! lol people are going crazy.

Ash: How could they not? You look good in it.

Azzi didn’t like those words at all, she didn’t want Ash to say she looked good. Only wanting one person to say that about her now…but still, this was the plan. She had to stick to it.

Azzi: You think?

Ash: ….yea, I definitely think so. I know you’re with Paige but, if you ever wanna be friends. I’m here😉

Paige sighed, knowing this was working but also knowing she hated it. All she wanted was Azzi to say that she didn’t care if people thought they were dating. But that wasn’t gonna happen.

Azzi replied

Azzi: Sounds good to me 😉

She locked her phone and turned to Paige, “well, how did I do?”

Paige ran a hand through her now down hair, “Good, I mean could be better. But good.”

Azzi hummed, unsure of what to say next, then Paiges phone started ringing.

“Who’s that? It’s like 11.” Azzi asked, slightly upset her and Paiges conversation got interrupted.

Paige grabbed her phone, On the screen was the name “TWINN🤞 and 1 other.”

Paige connected the call, seeing it wasIce and Nika.

She tilted the phone to show only her, not Azzi, then spoke. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Nika asked, leaning in so you could only see her forehead, clearly looking at Paige.

Paige felt her heart skip a beat. Even though there was technically nothing to hide….It felt like there was.

She glanced over at Azzi for a second, who was watching this all unfold.

But Azzi wasn’t much help, completely stuck in her thoughts. Paige looked good. Like insanely. Her eyes were darkened by the dim lighting, her arm swung behind her head and her body relaxed. It had her thinking some unholy things.

But Azzi just shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

Paige turned her attention back to the phone, meeting Nika and Ices glares again. “I’m at home…why? Y’all out without me?”

Ice scoffed, “No we’re not out, but you sure are.”

Paige was a pretty good liar. She could do this.

“I’m not, like I said, I’m at home.” She answered smoothly.

Nika raised a brow, “Then who did you just look at?”

“My Lebron poster, my king deserves my attention more then yall”

Azzi snorted, quickly covering her mouth after realizing the noise was definitely heard.

Paige hearing this, shot a look to Azzi, silently asking “what the fuck!”

Azzi’s eyes widen for another second, but just she does, Nikas speaking again. “And what was at?”

Paige looks back to her phone, stumbling over her response, “ummm-uh. My dog?”

“You don’t have a dog.” Ice chimes in

Paige scoffs, “Yes I do! She’s just new!”

Nika glares at her, knowing damn well Paige is lying through her teeth. “Let’s see her then.”

Paiges heart starts to race, she motions to Azzi.

Thinking quickly, Azzi runs out of the room and grabs a sleepy Stewie. Returning quickly.

She hands to dog to Paige, who is too tired to care. “See, this is Stewie!”

Neither Nika or ice speak.

But then, ice starts screensharing, still wordless.

her screen is on Azzis instagram, scrolling for a second then clicking a photo, still without a word.

The photo is a smiling Azzi with Stewie in her arms at a park. Clear as day.

“Yeah. so wanna stop lying now or?” Ice asks finally, ending her screen-sharing.

Paige is stuck, unsure of what to do. She’s been caught, and there’s no explaining.

Not even sure what she’s been caught of, she just leans foward and ends the call.

“Why would you just hang up!!” Azzi asked, stifling her laughter at the whole situation.

“Uhh, I don’t actually know.” Paige says, breathless and confused.

Azzi starts to laugh at the blonde’s approach to fix the whole situation, “Your hopeless, yknow that?”

Paige leans back, pretending she’s more than relaxed, “Ya think?”

Azzi lays down next to her again, “I know.”

They sit in silence for a beat, just letting the air settle between them.

The silence isn’t awkward, not charged. Just compatible. Like they’ve known each other for years.

Azzi looks over at Paige, taking in her side profile. It’s perfect with her sharp jawline, her blue eyes seemily clear from the angle. The way her mouth is slightly parted her chest rising and falling perfectly in sync with Azzis.

Paige feels the heavy gaze on her, feeling slightly flushed from the thought of it. She turned over quickly, catching Azzis eyes, “You starring again, Princess.”

“Yeah. Kinda.”

They both hold each others gaze, it filled with millions of questions on whats happening between them right now.

“Azzi….”

“Don’t. Lets not right now.” Azzi cuts her off, already knowing what was gonna happen. And the truth was, she didn’t need to think about that right now. She always needed to think things through first, this was no different. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Paige exhales, feeling slightly rejected, but thankful she was stopped. Because in all honesty, she didn’t even know where she was going with it.

“So, ice and Nika are gonna be annoying tomorrow, what do we do about that?” Paige asks, staring deeply into Azzis brown eyes.

“Nothing, there’s nothing to hide, right?” Azzi says, looking back up at the ceiling. “We’re just hanging out, and if they wanna read into that, they can.”

Paige nods, she’s right. There’s nothing going on. but there is. Something she doesn’t know what to call yet.

“I should text the groupchat about the party, it’s in a few days.” Azzi says, reaching for her phone.

Paige hums in agreement. Thinking about how bad the party’s going to be. Azzi and Ash, flirting. In front of her. Not something she wants to see. But Azzi’s special, she’s different. And if starting a rumor about them dating would affect her career in anyway, Paige will do anything to stop that. Even if that means sitting through her Exs awful advances for a few hours.

Azzi unlocks her phone, seeing the post had gained another 10k likes. It’s completely viral, but no ones guessing Paige. Which, why would they? She types out a quick text to the team’s group chat.

“Hey guys! I know it’s kinda late but, one of my friends invited us all to a party at her house. They’ll be drinks and games and other athletes and stuff. I’ll send the details later, anyone in?”

After a few second the likes start rolling in, everyone on the team saying they’re in. Azzi sends the details for the party and tosses her phone back down.

“Alright, there all in. Cmon, get up.” azzi says, pulling on Paiges arm.

“What? Why?” Paige replies, even though she’s letting herself be pulled.

“Because i’m bored, and my parents aren’t home. So let’s have some fun.” Azzi says with a mysterious glint in her eyes.

Paige narrows her eyes at her, trying to see what the younger girl is suggesting, all she knows is that it’s not gonna be fun. “What qualifies as ‘Fun’”

Azzi shrugs knowingly and starts to get up from her bed, grabbing her phone and Paiges hand.

Paige closes her hand around Azzis, letting her drag her out of the room.

They walk joined together down the hallway to the kitchen. Where Azzi lets go and starts to move towards a cabinet.

Paige leans against the kitchen island, crossing her arms and letting her gaze drift over Azzis body, moving fluidly around her space.

She pulls down two cups, and glances back at Paige,

Paige catches the glance, “What are you planning, Az”

Azzi shrugs and smiles, going back to a different cabinet,

she opens it and pulls down a bottle of Tequila.

“Azzi..?” Paige asks, after seeing where this is going.

“What? I said we were gonna have fun.” She says back, pouring the liquid into both glasses, a good amount in both. Surely enough to get blackout.

“Won’t your parents notice?” Paiges asks,

She shakes her head, “Nah, they don’t even drink, this is just the stuff my Aunt keeps here for when she visits or we have parties.”

She goes into the fridge, grabbing two twisted teas.

Paige scoffs, taken back by how confident Azzi is with drinks. “So…You can’t flirt, but apparently you can drink like a grown man?”

Azzi grabs the cups and tea, heading over to Paige and handing them to her, “Yea, basically.”

Paige rolls her eyes shaking her head, “your trouble.”

“But fun, something you desperately need.”

She walks over to the couch, taking a seat comfortably and turning off the lights, she grabs the remote and goes on Disney+

Paiges follows and takes a seat next to her, but still a good amount of space between them. She spreads out her legs, and sets down her dinks. “Disney?”

Azzi hums and turns on frozen. “Okay so…every time we see snow, we take a drink, okay?”

“Azzi. we’re watching Frozen, we’ll both be dead 15 mintues in.” Paige asks, a little concerned for herself.

She shrugs yet again, “so? it’ll be a fun 15 mintues.”

Paige runs a hand over her face, then nods. “Okay..but, if im dead. I’m haunting you everyday after.”

Azzi nods, “deal.”

She starts the movie, settling even farther into the couch.

****

It’s 40 mintues into the movie. Both her and Paige are on a different planet at this point.

“SOoo.. You never told me. Ash, how did that start?” Azzi asks, a little closer to Paige now that she’s had some liquid courage.

“Umm. Funny enough, at a party, I was super drunk and she looked prettier in the lighting I guess.” Paige says with a snort, recalling the night.

Azzi hits Paige on the shoulder, “Paige! That’s mean!”

Paiges nods, “yeah, yeah. Well it’s true. Ask another question, I can tell you have them.” She says, some words slurring together but she’s still heavily focused on Azzi.

Azzis focused on Paige aswell, just the perfect amount of drunk where’s she honest, but still aware. The movies long forgotten now. “Ummm, well. How many bodies do you have?”

“4, you?”

“None, told you. I don’t date.”

Paige hums, feeling a little more confident, “well, if you ever want to make it 1, let me know.”

Azzi looks at her, scanning her face for the sarcasm, but there is none. “Okay, I might just do that.” She replies softly.

Paige is looking dead into her eyes, which are now the most interesting things in the world. Just do it. She thinks, wanting to kiss her badly.

But then Azzi breaks eye contact, looking for her phone. “Let’s go live.”

“Live? Azzi, were both drunk.” Paige says, looking at the younger girl setting up her phone to where there both in frame,

Paige looks slightly flustered, her hair a little messy, but still good. And Azzi seems to only get prettier as the night carries on.

She clicks the button and starts the live, fans rolling in instantly,

Paige moves out of frame, unsure of it Azzi wants her in.

“Hey guys!!! How is everyone.” Azzi asks the live,

People start blowing up the chat with responses

Some asking who was the person in the photo, some asking questions baksetball.

“Whoa, guys slow down, I can’t even read any of these.” Azzi says, slightly slurring, but it would go unnoticed to anyone who didn’t know her state.

The comments start to roll is a tad slower, now only people with actual questions commenting.

One of the reads, “Azzi!! Who’s that next to you?”

Azzi reads it aloud and looks at Paige, who’s scrolling on her phone leaning out of fame, only her legs in.

“You wanna be in it or no?” Azzi asks, looking straight at here, not pressuring.

Paige hesitates for a second, knowing she looks completely wasted by now, a lightweight despite everything. She shakes her head no. Thinking it over for a second.

Azzi nods and goes back to the live, “sorry guys, it’ll be a mystery for now.”

The comments explode, asking if its her boyfriend, to which Azzi laughs, “No guys, no. Definitely not my boyfriend.”

Paige snorts, the sound going to the phone.

Azzi shoots her a look, “shut up, you’d be lucky to be my boyfriend.”

Paige throws her hands up in mock surrender, “I didn’t even say anything”

The comments roll in again,

Some reading:

“Who is that?? Guys I can’t tell!” @Lyssathekissaxx

“That low key didn’t sound like a guy..” @Justinforya

“Yall, that definitely wasn’t the guy, probably just her friend” @Karlabarlabomma

Azzi reads the last message aloud, “yeah guys just my…friend.”

“Mhmmm” Paige drags out, making sure it’s loud enough for both Azzi and the stream to hear.

Paiges phone starts ringing, She answers.

“What Nika?” She sighs out, slightly quieter, but still heard.

Azzis busy reading the comments, laughing at a few, and not noticing Paige.

“Nothing, just funny that I just heard you say that on Azzis live, I’d suggest being a little less obvious.”

“Oh, shit.” Paige laughs out, still drunk, so not really taking Nikas tone seriously.

Paige is not that smart sober, but drunk its even worse.

She completely forgets her phone which has Nika on the line, and turns to Azzi. Loudly whispering. “Az, Nikas on the stream, she like knows something.”

Azzi looks at her, furrowing her brows. “Shes on my live? Why?”

Paige shrugs and Azzi turns back to the stream , “hiii Nika! What’s up girl.”

Nika comments,

“Azzi, id suggest getting off live before people piece together who that is.” @Nikamuhl1010

“Ummm, what are you asking about, theres no one next to me.” Azzi slurs, smacking Paiges legs to get her out of frame, which causes Paige to yelp.

“see. No one.” Azzi says, trying to sound convincing.

The stream is blowing up, people trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

“Uhhh guys, whats going on 😭” @Lyssathekissaxx

“Azzi girl are you drunk 💀” @bbblloever

“Lmfao yall she’s lit asf” @420202eater

Azzi reads the comments, or tries to, her vision blurring a little.

“Uhhh, Okay guys—Um, that’s all for tonight!! Love you all!” Azzi says, picking up her phone.

she goes to end the live, accidentally knocking over a glass of water on to Paiges leg,

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, standing up quickly.

“shit sorry P,”

Paiges jaw opens,then she looks at the phone. She starts pointing aggressively to it, mouthing Your on live!

Azzi turns her attention back to the phone, the comment exploding still

“YALL IM GONE 💀” @DEmmyy

“Azzi boo your 16, lets keep it cute” @Kamiliaiines

“Did she say P? Who’s P?” @Christainbitsten

“GET OFF LIVE STUPID” @NikaMuhl1010

Azzi curses then finally hits the button, ending the live before completely powering off her phone, just in case somehow she was still streaming.

As soon as her phone goes back, She starts laughing uncontrollably.

“Are you genuinely stupid Azzi” Paige deadpans, clearly not as amused as the burnette

“Sorry!! It was funny.” Azzi says throwing up a hand.

“Yeah yeah. well I’m l wet thanks to you.” Paige says, making her way to the kitchen for a towel.

Azzi snorts, “Ohhh really? I haven’t even touched you.”

“Azzi!!” Paige shouts, flursted.

Azzi shrugs getting up to walk over to Paige, “sorry, I couldn’t not say anything.”

“But you really could’ve.” Paige says patting her sweatpants.

“also, your sleeping over right?” Azzi asks, concerned that Page will try and drive.

“Ummm, I don’t know, we have school tomorrow.” Paige says, finally throwing away the damp towel.

Azzi crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s fine, my parents won’t be back until late tomorrow night. I can drive us both to school, we’re going to the same place.”

Paige sighs, knowing that she really shouldn’t sleep over. “I mean, sure.”

“Okayyyy, well. I’ll get you some clothes, You wanna shower too?” Azzi asks, starting to walk towards her room.

“yeah, thanks.” Paige says back, following her.

*****

After about an hour, both of the girls have showered and changed, now laying in Azzis bed as the alcohol starts to leave their systems.

Azzi turns to Paige, “hey, yknow I can sleep in the guest room if you want? You can have my bed.”

“No, are you kidding? I’ll go in the guest room, it’s fine.” Paige says, trying to not show her disappointment.

Azzis quiet for a beat, thinking what to say next,

“Uh-yknow, the guest room, it uh, gets really cold at night. So if you wanna sleep in here. That would be okay too.” She says, trying to sound as smooth as possible,

a smile tugs a Paige’s lips, then a full on smirk as she eyes Azzi, seeing her nervousness. “You want me to sleep in here?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and scoffs, “No! I was just being considerate.”

“Oh realllyyy? Because yknow I do hate cold rooms.” Paige says leaning back.

“yeah?”

“Yea.”

With this, Azzi moves foward to the bed from her chair. Getting under the blanket.

“Okay fine. But no gay stuff.” Azzi says, still not completely sober.

“Psh, like i’m the one to worry about.” Paige replies, getting under the blanket as well.

“You are, your more like-yknow.” She says gesturing over towards Paige.

“I’m more what? Experienced? Confident? Dreamy?” The blonde says, meeting Azzis gaze.

She promptly rolls her eyes, “Stupid, id say”

“You like it.”

“Shut up.”

“Goodnight Pretty”

“Fag.”

Paige loses it laughing, to which Azzi turns off the lights. Starting to drift away to the sound.

“Night” She mumbles, barely audible. But Paige hears it. Every part of her hears it.

****

Azzis alarm rings at 6:40 Am, waking her up.

She opens her eyes, trying to make sense of the night passing her, and is acutely aware of the hangover she has.

Then she thinks a little more, feeling the hot breath of someone else on her neck.

Paige.

Paige is in her bed. Asleep.

They got drunk together last night and now are asleep in her bed.

But something else is different. She feels a weight on her hip.

Lifting up the blanket crelfully, seeing that her and Paige drifted closer in the night.

Like.

A lot.

Paiges arm is wrapped around Azzis waist, her body almost fully pressed against hers, and Azzi turned towards her, if she moves her head a few inches, shed be an inch away from Paiges.

Panicking, all she can think of is to make Paige wake up first, have her deal with the position there in.

Which really, Azzi doesn’t hate. The warmth of Paige is like another blanket, and the feeling from waking up next to her is one she prays she gets to feel again. Making it even more clear that’s she’s fallen for Paige Beuckers. Hard.

She turns her phone volume up, the alarm ringing louder and closer, then tucks her head back down pretending to be asleep still.

Paige starts to stirr at the sound. slowly waking up, sending a deep exhale out onto Azzis neck which makes the younger girl shiver.

Then Paige stiffens, noticing there position.

She slowly moves her hand carefully of her waist, leaning over to stop the alarm.

Azzi decides she probably should “wake up” too, and pretends to do such.

The silence is painfully awkward.

“Uh, goodmorning?” Paige says, voice raspy.

Azzi throws both hands to cover her fae, “Don’t.”

Paige chuckles and starts to unwrap herself from the girl, sitting up.

“schools in like, an hour. Why do you get up so early?” Paige asks, starring down at Azzi.

Azzi uncovers her face, meeting Paiges soft blue gaze. She’s only prettier in the mornings.

Normally she face is sharp, sexy. But now, she’s…gorgeous. Long blonde hair down and soft, still tussled. Her normal piercing blue eyes relaxed, her lips and cheeks slightly rosy from the heat between the two of them. It’s all enough to make Azzi forget how to speak.

“Uhhh, you good?” Paige asks, a little self conscious in the moment.

“yeah, you just-uh you look..pretty.” Azzi says softly, still sleepy so not completely aware of what she just said.

Paige has been called a lot of things.

She’s been called Hot, Sexy, Fine.

But pretty? Never. Not by a girl at least, not genuinely. not by someone like Azzi.

“What?” Paige breathes out, confused by the new compliment.

“No, god no. Never mind sorry- that was weird.” Azzi says, trying to recover.

“no, no. don’t do that. Sorry, it just caught me off guard.” Paige replies, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “It’s just, no ones ever called me that before.” She admits,

Azzi looks at her, trying to see if she’s joking. “What? How’s that possible?”

Paige sighs, “Well, I mean Iike yeah I’ve been called pretty, but like. By my Dad or family or yknow people like that. But all the girls I’ve dated, they’ve always treated me kinda like a guy. They don’t really give out compliments like that.”

Azzi takes a second to process this, the still of the morning, the sunlight pouring in gold hues, the birds chirping.

“really? Then clearly you weren’t dating the right girls Paige” Azzi says softly, unsure if she should keep going.

Paige nods, biting the inside of her cheek. She doesn’t know if she should, but she feels a pull to just be completely honest with Azzi.

“I’d rather you then them say it though,”

“Paige…” Azzi says,

“Cmon. We have school.” Paige says, picking her normal tone back up.

Azzi nods and gets up. Knowing something’s changed.

***

Azzi goes to the closet, then realizing Paige is still in the bathroom, she shouts out. “Paige!! Can you come here in a second?”

Whilst Paige is having basically a breakdown in the bathroom, she shouts back. “Yeah! One sec.”

Paige looks up at herself in the mirror. She looks good. Not anything special. But good. Maybe even pretty.

she’s comfortable in the clothes she had in her bag, thankful to always have extra. Shes wearing a navy blue Nike hoodie, with some basketball shorts. Her Nike socks and white air forces along with of course a simple silver cross chain. She normally puts her hair up, but today it seems softer than normal (probably from using Azzis shampoo and conditioner) So she’s left it down. her bright blonde hair along with her blue eyes brighter from the blue of the hoodies working for her.

She walks back over to Azzis room, secretly hopping Azzi will think she looks good too.

She walks into the room, not seeing anyone. “Az?” She calls out,

“One second!” Azzi says from in her closet,

She peeks her head out fom the door, seeing Paige dressed and ready sitting on the bed.

“Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanna hit Starbucks before school?” Azzi asks, still only her head out from the closet due to the fact she’s not wearing a shirt.

Paige looks up nods, “yeah sure,”

Azzi smiles and goes back to the closet, putting on black ripped jeans shorts and a light purple tank top, along with her long curly hair down, one half tucked behind her ear. With mascara and highlighter on her already perfect face. She puts on a gold cross necklace too, with her normal gold ‘a’ necklace.

she walks out and grabs her phone, feeling Paige’s eyes on her.

“you look good” Paige says, eyeing her down. Azzi unknowingly wearing her favorite color.

Azzi gives her a genuine smile, “Thanks, you too.” She says taking in her appearance. Which is just..Paige. (So stunning)

“I have the worst hangover ever, can we please go before I die?” Azzi adds,

Paige stands up and stretches, “Nooo really, the girl who drank half her body weight in alcohol has a hangover?”

Azzi rolls her eyes and swings her backpack on her shoulder, “cmon, you’re driving.”

“Thought so” Paige says following her out of the room.

****

after school, practice is starting. Both Azzi and Paige had barely survived the day, having awful hangovers that school surely didn’t help. But they kept in contact most of the day, just texting here and there.

As Paige walks onto the court, her eyes scanning for Azzi, she hears ices voice, “Paige!”

Ugh.

Paiges turns around, knowing there’s nothing she can do. “Yes?”

ice walks up to her, “Oh nothing, me and Nika just wanted to chat for a second.”

“Yknow practice starts in like 10 mintues, maybe we shouldn’t now.”

Nika cuts in, “No, right now is actually the perfect time.”

Paige groans, not winning this clearly, “What did you want to talk about then?”

Nika glances at ice, “well, it’s wanted to know if you’ve seen Azzi lately, her behavior was a little strange on her live.”

Ice speaks up, “yeah, she seemed almost, drunk. You wouldn’t know anything about that right?”

“Nope.” Paige lies,

“yeah, stop lying. Were you with Azzi last night? No wait, we know you were with Azzi last night. We just really wanna know whats happening there.”

Paige shrugs, “Nothings happening, just hung out.”

Ice butts in again, “Hung out? Meaning, got drunk together went on live and made a fool out of herself?”

“and don’t forget the photo, I mean, crazy how those hands on Azzis waist seem similar to yours?”

“Weird, what a coincidence.” Paige answers, tone nonchalant.

Ice snorts, “Paige, whatever’s happening, be careful.”

“Sureeee, even though nothings happening” Paige says, walking away.

***

After practice the Varisty teams in the locker room, some icing, some on their phones.

“hey guys, so the party Friday? You guys still all coming?” Azzi speaks up.

the girls all chime in, nodding,

Caroline asks, “hey, whos party is it? You never said.”

Azzi sighs, thinking for a second. “Just this girl I know, her names Ash.”

“Ash? As in cheated on Paige Ash?” KK asks, looking between Azzi and Paige.

Paige nods, taking a slow sip of her water, “That’d be the one.”

“Wait what? And your going?” KK asks again,

“yeah, party’s a party yknow.” Paige says,

Ice scoffs, “You better not do anything stupid with her”

Paige locks her gaze onto Azzi, “You should be tellling that to her, not me.”

Azzis eyes widen, then notices all the girls looking at her.

“What does that mean?” Caroline asks,

“No clue.” Azzi responds.

The girls give confused looks, all not understanding the silent conversation between Paige and her.

“Uhhh, anyways, I’m gonna head out guys.” Ice speaks up, her and Kk standing up.

Ice saying this makes most of them follow, including Paige, all saying goodbye to each other and heading out.

Caroline walks up to azzi as they walk out, “hey, you wanna come over to get read for the party on Friday?”

Azzi smiles at her, “yeah, That’d be great!”

Caroline nods and smiles back, “K! See ya then.”

Azzi does the same, walking towards her car.

[yvesssssssss]

Hello! It's my first time requesting and english isn't my first language so sorry if my request sounds bad...I was wondering if you could write something about how Sakamoto Days men would react after their s/o had their wisdom teeth removed (like, would they make fun of her or anything like that).

I love your writting 🎀🎀🎀

Nagumo, Shin, and Gaku after their s/o has her wisdom teeth removed:

I hope you like it!!:D

Nagumo yoichi

He absolutely records everything. From the moment you start mumbling nonsense in the car to when you ask if he’s a "magical rabbit," he’s got his phone out, laughing the whole time.

“Baby, you just tried to high-five the mirror, I can’t take you anywhere.”

He’s teasing but gentle—wipes your drool with a tissue and feeds you pudding like a princess. Will keep the videos forever and show them at every opportunity, especially when you try to act tough.

Later: “Remember when you asked me if trees have feelings? Iconic.”

Shin asakura

He tries so hard to stay serious and supportive, but your drugged-up ramblings hit him hard. You’re slurring his name, asking if he’s a "mind-reading fairy" and telling the nurse he’s your husband.

He blushes like crazy and mutters, “I-It’s not that funny,” while secretly dying inside.

He holds your hand the whole time and gets flustered every time you stare at him and say, “You’re so handsome, are you a K-pop star?”

Aftercare king. Keeps track of your meds, tucks you in, and will never admit how many times he replays that video of you trying to kiss a stuffed animal.

Gaku

Laughs. A lot. He thinks it’s hilarious how loopy you are and teases you without mercy.

“You just threatened the dentist with a juice box, babe. Iconic.”

But he’s also weirdly sweet about it. He carries you around like a sack of potatoes (gently, of course) and makes sure you’re comfortable. He’ll mash up your food without you even asking.

When you start crying because you “miss your teeth,” he panics a little, awkwardly patting your head. “They were dumb teeth anyway. Who needs ‘em?”

Won’t let you live it down. “Remember when you tried to bite me and called yourself ‘the tooth fairy’s nemesis’? Classic.”

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da vinci

pairing: dacre montgomery x male reader

summary: just the actor fawning over the abundance in your cultural capital.

request: @gayaristocrat YOU ARE THE VISUSLS BBY! thanks sm for your patience, plus the anon who also requested a while back, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing.

notes: happy pride! after FINALLY handing in my art coursework, this is my projection onto the character of the reader. never will i ever pick up another paintbrush - well…also officially finished my exams now so i am a slut for y’all’s requests! flood my inbox (but more importantly my hole) xx

song rec: naomi sharon - definition of love

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dating dacre was nothing short of a dream. he always made you feel so at ease. he loved how creative you were - the perfect match to his inner theatre kid. taking him to fashion exhibitions + poetry slams, and the actor inviting you to theatre shows, seeing the world through each others’ eyes made the time together even more precious. you first met at a ballet show. he had been dragged to see it by a few of his castmates, but was more so enjoying the bts view of you with the dancers. you were backstage fitting all the dancers and making sure they were all comfortable in what you styled. he managed to peek behind the curtain and saw your beautiful, so focused on draping the fabric of the lead’s skirt.

fuck, you were fine.

but he didn’t think much of it, just some cute guy, with beautiful eyes, who probably had a boyfriend. he took his seat and watched it with his friends. one of them was engaged to one of the dancers and so took dacre to the dressing rooms after the show. after introducing the two of you, y’all were practically drooling over each other. barely a word was said between you, but your hearts’ communicated greater feelings than mere speech ever could. they say love at first sight is something for the big screen, but your initial encounter rivalled the biggest stories of romance any writer could ever craft.

from that night, you practically were together, with the tabloids plastering the two of you holding hands, yachting in capri. the pop culture side of twitter was OBSESSED with your relationship to the actor and was in constant awe with how perfect you guys were for each other.

y/nsupremacy: you guys make my heart smile

user111: they’d make such cute babies

dacrefanclub6: sexiest couple on the internet

there was even a time where he had to do a nude scene in an upcoming blockbuster and the whole world saw how much your man was packing. in his press tour, the panel of interviewers didn’t shy away from your bf’s HUGE deal, some even made inappropriate comments.

‘god bless bottoms like y/n, he be taking that shit better than a pornstar’

‘poor y/n, how does that thing even fit?’

‘checks out…big booty bitches y/n deserves to be fucked by hung men.’

dacre was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable with the constant media comments on your thickness, but he had nothing to fear. you embraced it, you were said to have the best bod in fashion. as much as he tried to keep his life with you private, he lowkey wanted to let the world know that how much of a good boy you were for him.

dacre: ‘in all fairness i ain’t had any complaints from him so…’

dacre: ‘but…our neighbours definitely hate us.’ he remarks with a devilish grin.

everyone was rooting for your relationship, and what better way to show this than him enlisting the joint troops of your fandoms to surprise you whilst you were working in paris. he had gotten some time away from filming and decided to come and visit your atelier in paris. sprawled out on your desk, with needles and materials adorning the creative canvas of the room, he saw you hard at work. with the same vein poking through your forehead as the first time he laid eyes on your angelic physique, he could’ve fallen in love all over again.

‘hey babe’ he came up to you with flowers. ‘you look ravishing tonight’ rolling his r’s with a tenacity that made you smile. his tone always made you feel so safe.

‘i ain’t even dressed yet,�� you protest, dusting off the loose threads and sequins from your sweats. ‘you’re beautiful in whatever you wear,’ coming closer and gripping underneath your butt, ‘even prettier with less on.’ dacre quips as his lips tickle your ear.

‘dacre stop,’ you laugh out. ‘that giggle of yours is so infectious.’ he crashes his lips into you, the flowers dropping haphazardly onto the desk as he pushed his tongue deeper.

he was wearing the blazer you had designed for his birthday last year, paired with a pendant necklace with the first initial of your name on it. he looked so sexy. ‘can’t seem to keep my hands off off of you.’ he breathed, nudging his jacket off.

‘nuh uh, we have dinner reservations.’ nudging him away.

‘fuck. why’d you gotta be so damn sexy?’ he sounded aggravated but you pecked him again, ‘don’t worry, i am all yours tonight.’

taking you to the balcony of a quaint, parisian bistro, the chill of the capital’s air made the two of you even more enamoured, your hearts burning passionately. whilst eating, you got some sauce on the corner of your lips, as he pushes it back into your mouth. ‘gotta get you used to the feeling of a foreign object in your mouth before tonight, don’t i?’ dacre always loved being dirty in public and you made sure to satiate his exhibitionist kink.

after many glasses of wine, you made your way to the louvre. with your many contacts you managed to snag an after hours tour - solo. you were much more of a lightweight than your boyfriend (the man could drink like a pirate and be even more chipper than before) and you couldn’t walk in a straight line for more than a few metres. he let you go so he could see your figure and admire it from afar, but as soon as he saw you stumble, dacre’s hand on your waist guided you to safety and sobriety.

y’all ran throughout the museum, finally landing and kissing in front of the mona lisa. it was such a picturesque moment. the taxi ride back to the hotel was such a fever dream, y’all were all over each other, your chauffeur knew well to close the barrier and give you two some alone time.

‘have i ever told you how beautiful you are?’ he says slurring his speech.

‘tell me again…’ you implored.

‘the most beautiful boy in the world.’ he reassured, pulling you in as the city of paris lit up, illuminating your eyes.

you called him an ‘eager beaver’ as dacre stumbled the two of you into the hotel you were staying at. he grunts between kisses,‘you know you love me.’ serving you with another peck. he stripped your clothes as you followed suit with his own, leaving a chasm of fabric in the corner of the room.

only your shared jewellery was left to remove. you fell back seductively onto the mattress. as dacre crawled on top of you with a dark lust growing in his eyes, you pulled him by the pendant around his neck.

the muscular man laid atop of you, placing each hand on the bed at dip of your waist, using his palms as a fulcrum to steady himself. you glanced down to see the light reflecting off his abs as they danced on the curves of your body.

‘you’re so beautiful.’ he whispered, kissing your cheek and cupping your face.

he lifted himself from your figure, grabbing your thighs and placing your feet at either side of his head.

kissing your legs softly ‘so fucking soft.’ he moaned into your skin. his dick was throbbingly red, precum glazing his cock as he slowly thigh fucked you. he folded his arms around your plush knees, and kept that pace, your fingers grazing his cock head each time it escaped the warm walls of your inner thighs. to your annoyance, he kept this up for what felt like forever. halting, you felt his rock length graze your hole.

‘dacre, put it in already!’ you said with overstimulated passion, earning a snicker from your boyfriend.

knowing that you were beginning to grow impatient, he caresses the flesh of your abdomen. ‘look who’s eager now?’ he smirked.

shut up,’ stroking his happy trail with an endearment. you looked up at him and bit your lip. ‘I need you, please.’ his mouth agape at you ‘of course baby.’

he laced his fingers into yours. rocking slowly into you. his huge dick stretching you out slowly as the the dimly lit room made his ash blue eyes appear dark with lust.

‘fuck, have i missed this pussy’ rhetorically muttering. dacre began whispering sweet nothings into your ear:

‘you’re doing so well.’

‘taking it like my good little boy aren’t you?’

he made you so hot. lifting himself onto his toes, he angled himself directly into you, placing his entire weight on you. fucking down into your hole, your boyfriend was hitting nerves that had been neglected in his absence.

your sphincter began tightening around him, dacre knew what this meant - your release would soon follow. he started kissing your neck, and circled your left nipple with his thumb, goading your orgasm out of you as he started drilling a bit faster. dacre chased his own high begging you to finish with him whilst slurring his words.

‘take it, baby it’s all yours. UGHHHHH’ he busted strongly inside you. his big balls slapped at your butt one last time, reassuring both of you that he had seeded you deeply. you came all over his chest, as he chuckled.

‘love it when you paint me, that’s that sexy shit i like.’ he praised giving you an eskimo kiss to calm you from my high.

‘y/n,’ he whispered, big spooning you.

‘what’s wrong baby?’ you sounded concerned, cradling his hand.

‘nothing love, i just,’ he paused hesitantly.

you turned back to face him. ‘what is it? you know you can tell me anything.’

‘I just need you to know how much i missed you,’

‘oh dacre, you already did an amazing job showing me.’ You joke ‘I feel so…enlightened right now.’

he lets out a sad deep chuckle, turning to him and stroking his cheek ‘I missed you too.’

he gripped your waist, taking your words as a source of comfort. pushing his tongue down your throat.

‘ready for round two,’ you say, massaging his dick with your palm, getting him ready.

‘always.’ he affirms, spanking your ass and turning you over. the first round was very much for your pleasure and to let you know that he had truly craved your body.

but seeing your coke bottle body all splayed out for him? it was here that dacre’s beast was awoken.

‘ass up for me baby.’ he said guiding you to a more comfortable position. he massaged your thick cheeks and started eating you out. his large hands looked abysmally small in comparison to how juicy your ass was.

‘I ain’t gonna show you any mercy this time, you know the safe word, but i don’t think we’ll be needing it.’ he muttered, kissing down your spine before impaling you.

‘shitttt dacre, slow down.’

‘shut the fuck up and take that shit like the pretty, little cockwhore you are.’ dacre degraded, knowing how much you loved his dom/aggressive nature almost as much as his softer side.

dacre began going ham on your poor hole. he stood up as he began pulling you into him from the edge of the bed. with one hand crossed against your cheek and the other in his hair, he had to compose himself - else he come to quickly.

he fucked into you at a painfully quick pace, but it felt so good having him take control. dacre slutted you out almost unconscious for a bit and you were brought back to earth as he hit your second hole.

‘fuck baby,’ ‘I will never get tired of that ass.’ he said watching your thickness bounce against his abs. you started becoming more active, pushing back onto him for a heightened pleasure.

‘shake it for daddy, theeeere ya go, that’s MY shit baby. FUUUUUUUCK.’

‘oh god, your dick is so good, dacre.’ you moan out , which is enough to send him over the edge.

he came as your ass halted at his base. tightenibg around him he started breathing falteringly. ‘baby d-don’t do that, shiiiiit.’ he started leaking like a faucet. trying to thrust inside with some rhythm (to no avail), he collapsed on top of you.

‘I love you so much.’ you say breathlessly.

‘the feeling is so mutual babe.’ he kissed into your skin.

‘y/n, you’re so fucking wet,’ he spoke under his breath. still inside that filled pussy of yours, his cum and your slick provided a juicy lubricant. as he pulled out, the cum oozing out of your wrecked hole pooled into his pubes and on the duvet cover. the two of you were completely oblivious to the mess, and cuddled in the filth you’d created - a filth you were looking forward to adding to in the morning.

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Hi 💗 I hope you’re doing well! This is soooo random and might not be much but may I request another roommate Carmy one-shot where he fixes something around the apartment and looks really hot while doing it? So, reader gets turned on and wants to show her appreciation for his handiness, meanwhile he’s like, I’d fix anything for you. And things just get hot and heavy and maybe even kinda fluffy. I’m just on a Carmy binge rn, and I loveeeee how you write him! 🥹❤️

Hands On.

Synopsis - A broken lightbulb leads to some interesting discoveries for both you and Carmen.

Pairing - Roommate!Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. carmen's big ego.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - thank you for this request!! another roommate!carmy fic <3 this takes place in the roommates universe, but it's up to you if it comes before or after the other fics - there's no timeline!! this one got a little filthy, actually. the roommate series seems to be getting dirtier and dirtier... i would apologise, but i'm not sorry.

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You're sat reading a book on your bed when the room is suddenly plunged into darkness.

You shriek in shock, and Carmy comes running, socked feet sliding on wooden floors through the apartment.

"Honey? You okay?"

He knocks twice before swinging the door open, looking around.

"Why are you sat in the dark?"

You huff and throw your book in his direction.

"I wasn't, until one second ago. The light just went off."

"Did it blow?"

"What?"

"Did it make a noise, when it went out? Did it flicker? Pop?"

"I don't know, Carm. It just kinda... went out."

He grabs his phone from his pocket to use as a flashlight, shining it at your overhead lamp.

"Looks like the bulb has blown. I think have a spare in the kitchen cabinet. Hold on."

He departs, leaving you sat on your bed, unable to see much. There's a warmth slowly building in your stomach, and you take a breath. Why are you so flushed, all of a sudden?

"Here. Got one. You think you can hold the light for me while I replace it?"

You nod and jump out of your spot, grabbing the phone from his hand. You point it towards the ceiling, watching as Carmy reaches up to unscrew the old bulb. His white t shirt rides up his stomach as he raises his arms, exposing his taut muscles. You exhale a shudder of a breath, willing yourself to calm down.

"Honey, can you stay a little more still please? The light is shaking."

"Sorry, Carm."

He winks at you before reaching up again, screwing in the new bulb. You can't stop staring at his arms, his strong biceps flexing as he works. His hands, big and rough, completely dwarf the little lightbulb. You know how those fingers feel as they brush across your skin. Little moments - like him skimming your back as he passes you in the kitchen - are imprinted in your mind, swirling around at a million miles per hour.

You're practically panting by the time he's finished, willing yourself to calm down.

"You okay, honey?"

You don't hear him. Instead, you're watching him run his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. You want to pull it as hard as he'll let you.

A hand on your shoulder startles you back to reality.

"You okay?"

You clear your throat, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good. Thank you, Carm. Don't know what I'd do without you. Seriously."

He chuckles, running his fingers up and down your arm.

"It's not a problem. I'd fix anything for you."

Your eyes shoot up from the floor to meet his, ocean blue irises focused on your face.

"...Really?"

He looks taken aback by your question.

"Yeah, really. You didn't know that? I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. Genuinely, anything."

You don't think before you move. You lunge forward and connect your lips to his, fingers tangling into his hair just like you imagined.

Carmy kisses you back with more passion than you expected, hands gripping at your hips to pull you flush against his body. He slips his tongue into your mouth as you happily let him take the lead, humming in contentment.

Eventually, you pull back, gasping for air. Carmy rests his forehead against yours, both of you catching your breath.

"What was that for?" he whispers.

"Just wanted to thank you."

"That was a hell of a thanks," he chuckles.

You smile, running your thumb across his cheek.

"You're so fucking hot when you fix stuff for me around the apartment."

"Wait... what?"

"Fuck, Carm. I got so turned on watching you drill that kitchen cabinet last week that I had to take a cold shower."

"That's what does it for you?"

"It's just you. You're good with your hands. It's fucking sexy."

"Yeah?"

He's smirking now, clearly enjoying having his ego inflated. You know you shouldn't, but you continue. You grab one of his hands, running your fingers over the palm.

"I imagine that my hands are yours when I touch myself."

He groans, low and rumbled.

"That's what I think about, Carm. At night, when I can't sleep. Think about the way you'd touch me, the way your hands would feel on my thighs, my tits, wrapped around my throat."

"Fuck."

"I'm surprised you haven't heard me. I try to be quiet, but I'm not very good at it."

Carmen's chest is heaving, eyes dark and watchful. You can see the thoughts forming in his head, filthy and menacing.

"Such a dirty fuckin' mouth," he drawls, running this thumb over your bottom lip carefully. "Maybe we should put it to better use, hmm?"

You whine at his tone, but you're smug on the inside. There he is, you think. The Carmen that you don't get to see very often. The version of him that's domineering, possessive, assertive. You like him like this.

"Wanna see how pretty you look on your knees for me."

You can't say no to that.

You sink down onto the carpet, looking up at him with wide eyes. He looks as if his control is wearing thin. You want it to snap.

"Now what?" you tease.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Play innocent. Not after all that shit you just said."

You smirk, running your fingertips over the tent in his sweatpants. He grabs your wrist, holding it tightly.

"Don't fuckin' tease, honey. You and I both know I'm not patient."

"Something you should definitely work on," you wink, pulling his pants and underwear down his legs.

Your mouth waters as you look at him. He's pretty all over.

"Gonna thank you properly now," you murmur, before taking him in your mouth gently.

Carmy groans, hand flying to the back of your head. He tangles his fingers into your hair, keeping you anchored in front of him. He doesn't force you anywhere, just keeps you still.

"Goddamn, you look pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me," he drawls. "This what you wanted, baby?"

Baby. That's a new one. The nickname goes straight to your core, rubbing your thighs together to ease the ache. You nod in response to him, taking him deeper.

"Fuck. So perfect. Fuckin' made for me. Only me."

You nod again, reassuring him you've heard.

"Tell me, baby. Please. Use your words."

You release him with a pop, drool running down your chin and landing on your chest. You take a deep breath, licking your lips.

"I'm yours, Carm. Always have been. I'm yours. This pussy is yours."

You swear you see his knees buckle as he smirks down at you. He looks like the cat that got the cream.

"Gonna fuck you all over the apartment, baby. Every single surface. Doesn't matter if we break something. I'm good with my hands after all."

He winks at you before guiding himself back to your mouth, sinking down to the hilt. You hollow your cheeks and suck, trying not to smile when he practically whimpers. It's a power trip, having a man like Carmy at your mercy.

"Gonna cum down your pretty throat, angel."

You pull away to murmur against his skin.

"Want you to. Please, Carm. Wanna taste you. Wanna swallow it all."

He groans, deep and visceral, as you double down on your efforts, determined to get him to his ending. You dig your nails into his thighs, scratching down the skin as his hand tightens in your hair. The edge of pain is what undoes him, muscles tensing as he spills down your throat.

You catch his eyes, ensuring you have his attention. Swallowing carefully, you stick your tongue out, showing him proof of your promise.

"Good fuckin' girl," he breathes, dropping to his knees to connect your lips, languid and filthy.

Carmy smooths the hair back from your face, placing a tender kiss to your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your mouth. Collapsing back against the bed, he pulls you with him, wrapping you in his arms.

"You okay?" he whispers into your ear.

"More than okay. You?"

"I've never been better."

You laugh, and the sound makes him grin, white and beaming.

The two of you sit on the floor for a while, unbothered by the passing of time. You're enjoying being so close, the proximity a welcome change. Eventually, Carmy breaks through the silence.

"So, I've been meaning to mount our TV on the wall... you wanna watch?"

You elbow him in the side, heat creeping up your cheeks as you both laugh.

DIY suddenly doesn't seem all that bad.

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Notes: Based on this ask. I've never heard this song before but I really quite enjoyed it buy i probably didn't do it justice so I'm sorry :/

Warnings: Just fluff

Summary: They Summertime is for fleeting flings. So why does what you and Max have feel so strong?

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Yourusername: Summer Lovin'

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User1: F1 is getting to me because I thought that was Max Verstappen lmao💀

↳User2: Girl...

↳User3: Wait... They might be on to something there...

User4: This is how I want my summer to look

↳User5: No really, it looks so serene. It's incredible

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Yourmumlovesme: Who is this Max Verstappen guy?

User7: F1 driver. 3 time world champion. Broke Lewis Hamilton's championship streak (#robbed)

Yourmumlovesme: Oooh. Lewis Hamilton, isn't he the reeeaaaly handsome one? Can't stan this Mark guy if he hurt that gorgeous man.

Charles_ec1air: It's Max and let me tag you in a photo rq and change your mind...

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Yourusername: We can run away, swimming in the sunlight everyday 🏖☀️

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User1: Max Verstappen is your girlfriend single?

User2: I honestly love all of the photos we've seen from them so far. They give such a comforting vibe

User3: This is how I'm trying to end up

User4: I wish my summers looked like that

User5: Please stop looking at each other like that, you're setting my expectations too high

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User6: I need that photo second tattooed on my eyelids

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User7: I SEE YOU Y/N

User8: Thank you for feeding us wot domestic Max photos Y/N we all say in union.

User9: Why does it look like The left and right Max are judging Max in the middle lmao😭

↳User10: They don't agree with the #freetheveritties movement😔

User11: I love how this appears to have started as a Summer fling but you can't prove that because A, they've been so good at hiding it and B, they look at each other like love was soley invented for them to experience

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hiiii Auburn!! I saw you opened up some requests and I immediately thought that it would be so nice to see jealous/angsty Ritsu after you return from the mission in ep. 17! Or maybe just how you think he would react to this specific inter-house mission. I am thinking likely not established relationship, maybe heavy pining? (Could also turn into a confession moment???)

I'm kinda thinking out loud in your inbox haha, but this is something I would be interested in seeing and I am hoping it's something you would be excited to write:)

SUMMARY: ritsu is not very happy with the mission they sent you on (without him.)

COMMENTS: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING RITSUUUU TT0TT I WAS SCREECHING WHEN I SAW THIS AAA

its also kinda funny because i literally . sent a request of this kind of concept to a friend of mine ... we are all hiveminding right now ASGDJAHSGD i wrote this so quick holy shit

The bombardment of texts and missed calls that popped up on your phone after you had regained cell service should have clued you into your business partner’s mood. Usually very effective at communicating, only keeping his thoughts in a single message, he had messaged you multiple times over the course of your mission, inquiring about your current state and sending information he found about recent anomaly cases on islands.

It was helpful and sweet—you simply never received any of it. Ritsu always took such good care of you, even if he wasn’t there to do it physically.

You read through each message with a smile and liked each one with the hearts he usually claimed were unprofessional. Seconds after your first heart appeared, Ritsu was typing a new message.

Come see me at the diner at 7pm tonight. I have much to discuss with you.

Oh no. Your smile falters. Is he truly angry with you? It’s not like you had control over the situation. Texting him back, you explain that the anomaly affected your cell service, and that you would have contacted him sooner if you could.

He leaves you to read.

You would have called him every night if they’d let you. What part of that does he not understand?

You part ways with everyone and make your way to the diner, arriving approximately twelve minutes early. Ritsu sits in his usual booth, empty coffee mug at his side, pouring over his textbook with a furrowed brow.

“Ritsu? I’m back,” you pipe up, clutching the straps of your bag nervously.

“Please, have a seat,” he says, all business and no friendliness.

You sit down, pressing your lips together. He doesn’t look up at you, opting to focus all of his attention on the book instead of acknowledging you.

“If you want to talk to me, then talk to me. I didn’t come here just to sit with all this tension,” you say softly, coaxing him to give you something, anything.

Ritsu clears his throat, finally looking up at you. His face is impassive, but something is wrong—you can’t tell if he’s frustrated or angry. Embarrassed, maybe? Whatever the case, he would no doubt tell you if you kept up the pressure.

“Is it about the mission?” you ask, leaning a bit closer, “Come on, you can tell me. I won’t laugh or anything. Promise.”

“It was brought to my attention,” he blurts, adjusting his tie with a steady hand, “That you went on a reality dating show with our fellow ghouls as contestants to win your heart.”

You nod slowly, unsure as to what about that would make him so upset. When you don’t speak, Ritsu continues, busying his hands with the pages of his textbook, flipping through each one at random.

“Have you become distracted while you were there? It would do you well to not forget our goal of reinstating the Gala, and Sinostra obtaining the Laurel Crown.” he reminds you, almost scolding you amidst the soft humming of the refrigerators in the kitchen.

You hear the question that remains unspoken.

Did any of them successfully win your heart?

You lean back in your seat, sighing deeply in relief. He wasn’t angry with you—Ritsu was just worried that you actually fell for one of them.

What a silly thing to stress about!

“Ritsu,” you smile, reaching across the table.

You grab his hand and he stills his meaningless flipping of pages. You watch his throat bob as he swallows, eyes trained on your hand.

“I don’t like any of them like that. You don’t need to worry about any of the ghouls distracting me from you,” you chastise him gently, squeezing his hand, “You’re my favorite.”

At those words, you have a great pleasure of seeing fire blossom across his cheeks, his hand shaking ever so slightly underneath yours. His chest is heaving and this time you know it’s embarrassment—he’s practically shaking at the praise, even if he's hiding it well.

“Are you positive?” he asks, voice firm as ever but inexplicably soft at the same time.

“Well, I’m with you right now, aren't I? I think I’m pretty sure,” you point out.

His shoulders relax a bit with relief. You open your mouth, then close it, hesitating.

“I would have called you,” you murmur, “If I had cell service. I tried to, actually. So...since I can tell you everything now, thank you for taking care of me. I read through some of the files and articles you sent. You’re quite kind to me, Ritsu. You’re irreplaceable.”

“Then—Well, we should meet tomorrow then, too.” he huffs, fumbling for his recorder (which was undoubtedly recorded the whole thing, and you hope it is so that he can listen to it over and over and know how much you love him.)

Even if you have yet to say it.

“I would love that,” you smile, giving his hand one more squeeze before you pull away, “Don’t forget what I told you. I’ll always remind you, though. If you need me to.”

Ritsu nods far too robotically—it’s as though he didn’t expect communicating with you to be so easy. You just gave in, explaining the feelings he could not reach, peeling over your very rib cage so he could catch a glimpse of your heart.

You hope he noticed how much of it was occupied by him and him alone.

[matbaerzal]

not sure if you’re still taking requests or anything, but if you are, may I suggest exchanging spicy texts with Mat while home visiting his family over his birthday?? we all know this man would be obsessed with watching you read the dirtiest things while smack in the middle of a family movie night and watching you squirm, and don’t even get me started on how needy he’d be when you give him a taste of his own medicine while at a family backyard bbq….

Hiiiii, so I haven't written anything in aaaageees omg. But seeing this request in my inbox made me so so happy and I love the idea so I guess this is me brushing the dust off a little. Thank you for popping into my messages, lovely! Hope you like it?😅 NSFW under the cut

Mat: I can't stop thinking about this morning

You look up from your phone to find his eyes, only to find trouble. He's sitting on the other side of the couch, half listening to his dads comment on the film you're all watching. Well, you've been too busy catching up with his sister to pay any attention to what's happening until a minute ago, but now someone else is clearly craving your attention. His phone's still in his hand, but you don't need another context clue to figure out that he's only getting started. His eyes drift down to his phone for a few seconds before drifting back to your eyes – waiting for your reaction.

Mat: Your mouth felt amazing

You shake your head at him, biting your lip to hide a smirk. Trying to give him a look that says let's not sext in front of your family, but against your better judgment you end up giving him a look that's more of a challenge, saying it's gonna take more that that to rile me up. It's a challenge he'd accept any day.

Mat: Love the way your lips look around my cock and the way you take it so well. Can't belive how lucky I am to have such a good girl giving me exactly what I want for my birthday.

You feel your pulse quicken, fighting the urge to press your legs together.

You: Nice try.

Yeah? he smirks at you, scanning your face for a moment before typing out another message. You brace for impact.

Mat: I especially loved it when you rode me, using my cock to get yourself off because you know that that's what I want more than anything

Mat: More that getting myself off

Mat: You're so fucking gorgeous when you come

Mat snaps his gaze away from you as his dad hits his shoulder with a laugh, pointing at the screen. He's expecting Mat to laugh too, but the one he fakes doesn't quite convince him making him shake his head. Relief washes through you as you're given a moment to collect yourself, if only a few seconds. You allow yourself to readjust the way you're sitting as he's distracted. Pressing your lips together as you feel just how wet you've gotten. Mat catches you in the middle of it though and types again.

Mat: How am I doing now?

You: Fuck off.

He laughs out loud. "Did you just now get that joke?" his dad mocks him. Mat nods, winking at you – "Something like that".

Mat: Bet you're wet

You: Fuck off

You scowl at him, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Mat: I'll take that as a yes.

Mat: Don't worry, I'll take care of you when we get home. Poor thing

You: You better, it's your fault

Mat: Promise.

You stare at each other for a moment, and you feel yourself relax again as he finally puts his phone down. You let yourself look at the screen trying to catch up on the plot. You've just managed to get your breath back to normal when your phone vibrates again. A tiny part of you hopes it's a coincidence until you look back at Mat – His phone back in his hands, looking at you like you thought I was gonna let you off that easy, huh?

Mat: Want my mouth or my fingers first?

You glare at him

Mat: Actually, I know you love it when I fuck you with my fingers, my tongue licking your clit. Always make you come like that, don't I?

Mat: Honestly don't think we're gonna make it past the couch, I'm so fucking hard for you baby

His eyes are glued to you as you read his words. Watching you process it, seeing the subtle tells that only he can see. How your eyes widen just a little, how your chest moves with every inhale and exhale, how your free hand grasps at the blanket.

Mat: wanna make you feel so good

Mat: wanna make you fall apart over and over

Mat: wanna hear those pretty sounds you make

Please, Mat you beg for mercy with your eyes. He smiles at you, like he just won whatever game you were playing. But he texts you again, and you have to stop yourself from groaning before you see what he's typed. Making you glare up at him again.

Mat: Pay attention to the movie, baby

[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Ch 21

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings; language, minor alcohol, minor anxiety/worry but it's all fluff otherwise. 3k. Wow. We're finally here. It lowkey feels super surreal. The passage of time is wild and I don't remember when I started writing this fic, though I know I had a lot of it written before I started posting so that likely makes it seem longer. When it all comes down to it, this is one of my favourite fics that I've written. I'm proud of it. I'm incredibly thankful to everyone who's been reading it, reblogging and commenting, you are all wonderful and amazing. Stay tuned for plenty more one shots and lots of fun with our favourite characters in the future! Don't wanna miss a fic? Sign up for taglist here! Liked the story? Send me a ko-fi!

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To say that Emily’s mind was not focused over the next twenty four hours would have been an understatement. She knew that dinner was occupying her thoughts, trying to think of the best way to get her words out without fumbling all over them or saying the wrong thing. She almost considered practicing by writing them down, having a speech ready to go if she forgot what she was supposed to be saying. She started to wonder if that alone was enough, if words would be strong enough to win you over or if she needed to stop for flowers, dessert or even something fancier on the way over to your place.

She thought she was doing a decent job of keeping it under wraps while at work until Tara asked what break in the case her and DiNozzo had discovered. When Emily’s brow furrowed the other woman pointed out Tony had been in her office for nearly an hour, the two of them involved in a deep conversation and she could only assume they’d discovered something. Emily’s cheeks burned as she bluffed the best reasoning she could think of before excusing herself back to her office. While the case had been the original reason Tony popped into her office, she’d roped him in to staying, saying he was the king of all movies and tropes, wondering if maybe now was the time for some grand gesture.

He'd shot that idea down, which is why she was pulling up to your place empty handed except for a bottle of wine. The biggest grand gesture she was planning was to greet you with a kiss neither of you would be able to forget. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as she waited for the elevator, letting out a breath in an attempt to relax herself the best she could, a kiss was a kiss, the worst thing that could happen was that you wouldn’t read into it the way she did.

You swung the door open, a soft smile on your cheeks as you stepped back to let her into your apartment. Her hand quickly found your waist but any and all plans she had immediately fell out the window at the hesitancy and anxiety wafting off you and vibrating through the air. She could tell your shoulders were tensed, and you didn’t melt into her embrace the way you normally did, so she settled for a kiss on the cheek as per your usual greeting, following you into the kitchen as she passed off the bottle of wine.

“I’ve got a white open if you want to start with that?” You offered, tucking the bottle she’d brought into the fridge and she nodded.

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” She smiled softly at you, watching you pull down a glass to fill for her, adding in a couple of ice cubes just as she liked it.

“How’s the case?” You asked, picking up your own wine as you leant against the island across from her, “Tony mentioned it was still pretty dead ended, I was kinda surprised you had time to make it tonight.”

“It’s a case.” She shrugged, “there’s only so much we can do right now. Figured it was best to let everyone have the night off, come back clear headed tomorrow.”

As her eyes swept through the kitchen she felt her own anxiety beginning to settle into her bones, her heart still strumming faster than usual in her chest. You had made the plan to stay in for dinner, so she wasn’t confused over your very casual attire of pyjama shorts and a cardigan, but aside from the wine bottle, there was no sign of intending to host tonight.

“Bummer.” You let out a sigh as you took a sip of wine, catching the way Emily nearly jumped at the sound of your voice, her jaw tightening and you were quick to finish you sentence, “about the case! Not that you had time to come over. That’s good, I’m glad. I just uh..” you let out an awkward laugh she wasn’t used to hearing, “didn’t want to make it sound like I was happy there was some psycho killer still out there.”

It was Emily’s turn to chuckle, taking another large sip of her drink, “no, I get it, it’s a tricky line to walk…”

Her accidentally chosen words hung heavily in the air, weighing down on both of you as you let out a quiet hum, staring over her shoulder, your wine glass in front of your face. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest so heavily you were almost certain Emily could hear it or at least could see the way the pulse point in your neck was jumping. It was part of the reason you’d pulled away so quickly at the front door, you didn’t want her to be able to feel it, or your clammy hands, she didn’t need to know you were nervous.

“Hey…” you were almost certain your voice cracked, “I uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”

Her face shot up, trying to control the expression written across it when she finally caught your eye, “oh, yeah. Me too, but you first.”

You downed the rest of your wine, your glass likely hitting the island with a little too much velocity as the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could take a second thought. “I think we should end the arrangement.”

Emily felt her heart drop into her stomach, the butterflies that were once there crushed into a churning of bile as she swallowed. This certainly wasn’t what she had expected, she thought she’d read the situation right, followed Tony’s advice that was supposed to lead her in the right direction. Then she felt incredibly stupid, she read body language and people for a living when she’d known them for all of two seconds. Yet she’d spent incredibly intimate and personal hours with you and still didn’t manage to get the right vibe.

“Oh…I, okay.” She placed the half full glass of wine, her eyes not totally focused on anything before she scooped up her bag, “I’ll uh… get out of your hair then.”

You’d caught the way her face fell ever so briefly before she managed to mask it, your heart squeezing in your chest as you darted around the island, managing to catch her wrist in your hand.

“No! Emily, please, no.” You tugged her back to you and when she finally did focus on you there was an evident shimmer of tears threatening to spill into her eyes, “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.” You let out a shaky laugh, tripping over your words you were speaking so quickly, “well, I guess it is what I meant, but not how I meant it.”

“You… want to rewrite the contract?” She asked hesitantly and you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“More like I was thinking about ripping up the contract…”

There was a moment of relief washing through Emily that you could feel sparking through your body as she let out a breath. Her gaze was still pouring into you and the entire room suddenly felt too hot, causing you to shove up the sleeves of your cardigan, making sure they were settled above your elbows before undoing a couple of buttons to give you a little cool room to breathe. Emily’s eyes darted over your body as her mind continued to race.

“Listen, I.. god…” you shook your head with a laugh. Despite reciting what you wanted to say for hours, you were still totally flustered when it came to saying it to her face. It didn’t help that you suddenly noticed the way her eyes were flitting between your arms and your thighs. “What?”

She looked up, a curious expression on her face, “no blood drawn?”

“Huh?” Your brow furrowed, head titling in the adorable way Emily loved when you were utterly confused. When she was done shooting you heart eyes she suddenly realized her mistake, her tongue swiping out the corner of her mouth as she began to stutter over her words.

“Uh, just… last time you went out of town you had blood drawn.” She shrugged, “I guess I thought it was some kind of travel, germaphobe, don’t want to pick up a flu or something…” She trailed off, kicking herself for letting it slip out in the first place. Her eyes darted down to your thighs again before flicking up to your collarbone, tracing the line up your neck.

Your face relaxed, lips curving up into a small smile when you caught on to what she was doing, and what she really meant. “No…” You shook your head softly, reaching out to squeeze at her hand, “no blood drawn.”

You felt your chest swell, and Emily wanted nothing more than to kiss you to high heaven in that moment, never wanting to drop your hand no matter what the cost. Instead of getting her chance you spoke again, which, honestly, was probably for the best.

“God…” you laughed again, running a hand through your hair, “I really don’t know how to do this, I’ve never done it before.”

“Wait, what?” Her head tilted, “I thought you like, made a side hustle out of sugar babying.”

“No!” You laughed, “Oh my god I’ve done it once and that was like twenty years ago. We had a very specific end date written into the contract and knew nothing was ever going to come of it aside from my tuition.”

“But you’re so knowledgeable about the subject.” She pointed out, thinking back to how confidently you’d flown through the first few months of your relationship, how you always seemed to be a step or two ahead of her when it came to navigating your way through it.

“I’ve done my research?” You shrugged, “seen a lot of examples with Heather. Hell, with a good chunk of other politicians. Listen,” you squeezed at her hand again, pulling the focus back to the topic at hand, “I don’t know how to navigate it like this.” You gestured between the two of you, “I’m not good at it, I guess it’s another reason I’ve stayed so committed to the job… being committed to a person just kind of scares me. I’ve never felt safe enough to open up the way I needed to, never been relaxed around another person to just… let them into my life so comfortably. I don’t know why things happened so differently with you, so incredibly easily and I think that kinda freaks me out too, but I think that fear is more than worth it if it gives me the chance to be with you…really be with you. Because that’s all I really want.”

When she looked up from your joined hands Emily could hear her heart hammering between her ears, the butterflies from her stomach slowly creeping into her chest. You were fully opening yourself up to her, no matter how much it scared you and behind the hesitancy in your eyes she could see something else pouring out, something that she’d been seeing for weeks but was never ballsy enough to say something about.

“I’m hearing everything your saying and believe me I want to respond and I will, but can I do something first?” She asked.

“Uh… yeah, sure.” Your brow furrowed for a second, thinking that she had to take a call, that over your racing heartbeat you hadn’t been able to hear her phone vibrate.

Instead you were letting out a little squeak in surprise when Emily stepped toward you, her hands gently cupping your face as she brought her lips to yours. Your arms easily wound around her shoulders, pulling her body directly into yours so you could absolutely melt against her. You were instantly lost into the kiss, feeling like everything inside of you was exploding in the best way possible. Somehow the thundering in Emily’s chest was calming down as her lips moved against yours with ease, as if that was exactly where they were meant to be. The sweet smell of your shampoo invaded her nose, you invaded every single one of her senses and there was absolutely nothing else that she could ever possibly want.

Her tongue traced the seam of your lips and you easily parted them, wanting nothing more than to be able to fully taste her. Your had crept up the back of her neck, fingers gently toying with the roots of her hair, your thumb stroking at her skin. Her tongue explored your mouth, rolling against your own and she couldn’t help but let out a small groan into the kiss. When your fingers ever so slightly tugged on her hair she retaliated by nipping at your lower lip while her own curved up into a grin. A small laugh broke free from your mouth, neither of you pulling away as you relaxed deeper into each other, giggles and smiles prevalent through a series of smaller kisses until you couldn’t stop them.

Emily’s forehead rested against your own as she stole one more kiss, her hand cupping your chin, thumb tracing your lower lip and you couldn’t help but press a tender kiss to it.

“I know it can be scary…” she started, “it scares me too and honestly I’m not sure if I’m particularly great at it either. I’ve been trying to untangle my thoughts and emotions for weeks, maybe even longer and it’s been driving me insane. All that I really know is that I love spending time with you, I’m happier when you’re around, you make me laugh, you encourage me to be my best, I even sleep better with you next to me and I want so much more of all of that in my life. So…maybe we can figure it out together?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, a bright smile on your cheeks and a sparkle in your eye that absolutely made her weak in the knees, “I’d really like that.”

With another adorable giggle you surged closer to her, kissing her again, your hands tugging at the fabric of her shirt, pulling her impossibly close. You couldn’t get enough of each other and it made Emily laugh again between the kisses.

“Jeeze,” she shook her head, “I can’t believe DiNozzo was right.”

“DiNozzo?” You murmured; head full of butterflies as you stole another kiss. Though once his name was on your lips you were crashed back down to earth and you leant your torso away from her, “were you talking to Tony about our love life?!”

“Uh, maybe?” She winced, her cheeks tinging as she laughed, “I mean, it turned out he did give some pretty good advice.”

“Oh god.” You hung your head, “I am never going to hear the end of this.”

“At least it was worth it?” She suggested and you smiled across at her, pressing your lips to hers.

“It definitely was.”

Her hand caressed your cheek again as she leant in to kiss you, unable to help herself at this point and you weren’t about to deny her. Right as your lips met you jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

“You expecting someone?” She asked, her arm almost tightening around your waist as you laughed, swatting at her arm.

“It’s dinner.” You grabbed your wallet from the island, “did you really think I was going to cook after such a long day?”

Emily shook her head at the look in your eyes as you disappeared around the corner. Choosing to take the time you were dealing with the driver to collect your wine glasses from the island, refilling both before selecting cutlery and setting things up on the coffee table.

“Hope you’re okay with Indian,” you started, setting the bag down on the table as you tucked a leg under yourself on the couch, “I had a craving.”

“Cuisine doesn’t matter as long as I’m sharing it with you.” She replied and you felt your heart thud in your chest, your body melting at the look in her eyes as she gazed over at you.

“You fucking sap.” You teased, choosing to distract her from the misting of happy tears in your eyes by jumping into her lap, your lips meeting hers for another kiss.

Emily’s hands ghosted up your sides as yours settled on her face, thumbs stroking at her cheeks while your tongue explored her mouth. You let out a happy sigh into the kiss that she eagerly swallowed down, her entire being relaxing at the way you were melting into the embrace.

“What?” She asked softly, a smile on her face as she nudged your nose with hers.

“Nothing.” You shook your head, unable to control your own bright smile.

“Oh c’mon.” She prodded at your sides, earning a squeal from you, “don’t pull that crap anymore.”

You laughed, gazing down at her as your thumbs continued to soothe across her cheeks, “I just guess I’ve spent so long avoiding it and being scared that I never realized it could be this easy to fall in love...”

“You’re in love with me?” If it had been even a day earlier the question would have been filled with worry, but right now Emily asked it with a tease in her voice, because she already knew the answer. You didn’t need to say it, she could feel it, the warmth flowing through the room, wrapping itself around the two of you as you perched in her lap. She wasn’t scared to hear anything you had to say and she knew she felt the same way.

“Yeah…yeah I am.”

“Good.” Her hand gently wrapped around the back of your neck, pulling you to her for another kiss, this one deeper and a little longer than the last. One that you could feel her emotion in, joy dancing deep through your veins as your heart began to strum in time with hers, “because I’ve been in love with you for weeks. I never thought we could end up like this when we started… but here we are.”

“Mmm.” You left a kiss on the tip of her nose, “and I wouldn’t have it any either way.”

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𝐜𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐮𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 1𝐤 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ! ˎˊ˗

this seems dramatic but i seriously cannot believe i have 1k followers now!! to some people, that might not seem like a lot, but to me it really is. i love writing and reading and i seriously appreciate having an outlet for those 2 things and such amazing people along with it. i never expected this many people to care about what i post or say on here, and i’m so so grateful.

so, as the first part of my 1k special, i wanted to make a silly little appreciation post for my closest friends on this app :) you guys have made this experience so much more fun, enjoyable, and meaningful, and i genuinely love having you in my life.

(p.s. reminder for everyone else at the bottom 🫶)

@mattybsgroupie MOTHER!!! i remember when i first mentioned making an appreciation post, you said, and i quote, “girl if im not first in that list” and i replied “you will be TRUST” SO HERE YOU ARE AT THE TOP!!! maria i literally love you so unbelievably much. you are so sweet and such a talented writer and you got me into sub!matt…you are so fun and kind and uplifting and you never fail to put a smile on my face. hearing you say my writing is good means a lot, because i take major inspiration from you!! you make me feel so safe, welcomed, and loved on this app. i know i can always count on you and i really appreciate that. you’re literally my internet older sister and i love you more than words can describe!

@adorechris OLIVIAAAAA TWIIINNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! okay i know we knew each other long before either of us got tumblr but i freaking love you!! you were also the one that inspired me to download this app so THANKS for allowing me to no longer he a wattpad warrior…i swear we are the funniest freaking people on this planet i WILL DIE ON THAT HILL. i love terrorizing you in your inbox and making it seem like we are the weirdest people on this app. you are literally my best friend i cannot wait to see you! you’re so motivating and uplifting and you’re an amazing writer. i love you lots and lots! (john pork)

@strnilolover GABBY!! my tumblr day 1!!! you were my biggest supporter on my old blog and my very first follower on this one. your writing is so so freaking good and you have made me feel welcome on sturntumblr since day 1! you’re so kind and your themes always eat DOWN! i remember being so happy to make my first tumblr friend when you revealed you were the 🤍 anon. i love you to the moon and back !!

@zenithsturniolo ZEEENNNIIIIIIII!! you are so freaking funny. pls be a comedian. when we were talking about that stalker guy and you said “bitchass.. cracks knuckles” I SCREAMED LAUGHING. ok but seriously you are so nice and supportive and i love your silly comments on my fics! your writing is on another freaking level never fails to make me have to get up and do a lap around the room ! ilysm

@delilahsturniolo DELILAH!! okay we dont talk thattt much but when we do i love it!! you are so freaking sweet and i LOVE sweetheart!matt and barista!reader! your writing is insanely good i literally binge your masterlist every week..i’d love to talk more and i love you!!

@bernardsbendystraws rose!!!! we don’t talk much but when we do you are so kind and funny!! your blog themes always eat and i loooove all your au’s! also your dividers are so freaking cute. you were one of the first writers i started reading and taking inspiration from when i first started my blog. you are such a talented writer and i’d love to talk more!!

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@sweetshuga ISAA!! we don’t talk much but ilysm!! you’re an insanely talented artist as well as an amazing writer which is so freaking cool!! also you’re literally so gorg. i’d love to talk to you more !

@oopsiedaisydeer INEZ!! i freaking love you. you pop out so many fics and each one is better than the last! you’re literally so good at writing every single genre like?? and you are so kind and supportive of me and i really appreciate that!! im so glad we’re friends and ilysm

@muwapsturniolo peaches!! we dont talk much but i freaking love you. your writing is immaculate like you just have such a way with words??? like?? you’re so talented and sweet!!

@luvs4matt CHERRYYYYYYYYYYY! you got me into dilf!matt. now i have an obsession. i’ve read that masterlist 20 thousand times!! you’re so sweet and funny and such an amazing writer and friend!! you’ve been very uplifting and i really appreciate that :) ily!!

@lilolebambi VIVI!! we also don’t talk all that much, but you also really got me into sub!chris/matt!! — bunny!matt is literally UGHHH i love him!! your writing is sooooo good like you’re just so good with words???? your themes are always so insanely aesthetic too! you’re so nice and silly anddd ily!

@cupiidkills kami!!! your bots are like insanely good and you’re so kind! like i don’t even care what the bot is about, if your name’s on it, im using it!! i’d love to talk more!!

@vanteguccir lele! LOL although we like just became friends, i have loved your writing since i got tumblr!! i literally love you and you’ve been nothing but kind and supportive to me. you are literally such a talented writer like?? not only is your smut insanely good but your fluff is also amazing!! like i love the tour content you’ve written and the tiktok trend fics! you’re so so kind and supportive and i hope we can talk more!!!

(p.s.) if you’re not mentioned above, please know that i still appreciate you so much. i see your likes, reblogs, comments—everything. whether we’ve talked once, a million times, or not at all, i’m genuinely grateful for your presence here. you don’t need to be on this list to matter to me. thank you for being part of this space and for helping me get to this point. i love all my mutuals and followers, even the quiet ones. <3

[vettelsvee]

MY TORTURED DRIVERS DEPARTMENT VOL. VII ⸻ LOVER A Formula 1 fics compilation based on Taylor Swift's songs from Lover

This compilation will include short stories about all Formula 1 drivers (current of retired) of your choice. To request one, just send me a message on my Tumblr inbox with the driver you want me to write about alongside the song that will inspire the fic. The ones in bold are already chosen and will be written as soon as possible <3

These works will be driver x reader and will be, mostly, written fics and SMAU.

Taglist is open for all of you who want to join me in my very own tortured drivers department! Just let me know in the comments!

© VETTELSVEE (2025). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!

1. LOVER Sebastian Vettel x Reader He loves you. You love him. You have each other and that's all for you... or that's what you think until two pink lines appear on a pregnancy test

2. THE MAN Daniel Ricciardo x Race engineer!Reader (requested by anon!) You recently became the first ever race engineer in Formula 1. However, even your colleague and mate steps up for you, all they do in the press and even in your team is pissing you off

3. PAPER RINGS Oscar Piastri x Reader Your best friend became your boyfriend, and now you just throw him indirects about how much you want to marry him, so he makes something else while he waits for the right time to pop the question

4. FALSE GOD Lance Stroll x Reader (requested by anon!)⋆ SMUT You both go to a costume party organized by one of your friends dress as Greek gods. You know nothing about each other, except that he's a false god whose identity you're willing to discover

[lemotmo]

For the Eddie queen that you are 😊. Can't wait to read your addition to this.

Q. I think the show worked just fine without Eddie. I didn't even notice he was gone. I have no idea why so many people are acting like it was this catastrophic event.

A. And I have no idea whose inbox you thought you were leaving this in but you were wildly mistaken. How are we a year plus into this nonsense and you all still haven't figured out to do this shit remotely believable? Your desperation is showing, and while it's amusing, this act you all are clinging too is not. The GA has spoken. The people want Eddie Diaz. Don't worry though go to the nearest park and talk to a tree. I promise the tree will be as life-like as the person you're not so subtlety actually talking about. Be sure to stop back by though once Buck and Eddie touch lips. I will be more than happy to celebrate the occasion with you. Cheers to Buddie canon 🩷🎉

Thank you for thinking of me Nonny. 🤗

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Seeing that there is an outcry for Eddie Diaz on ALL social media platforms and how everyone is enraged that he wasn't in those two episodes?

I am going to take a wild guess here and conclude that the OP anon is very very very wrong.

We have seen, times and time again that when Eddie isn't in the 118, the others do miss him. He is a good friend to Hen, Chim and Ravi. He has so many things in common with Bobby. Their talks were always the highlight of the episode they were in.

And then there's Buck. It has been established since day 1 that Buck and Eddie GET each other like no one else gets them. They are there for each other through thick and thin.

So yeah, the people are outraged that they showed some nobody plot device guest actor reacting to Bobby's death instead of Eddie. They are outraged they had to sit through a boring helicopter scene that took up waaaay too much time WHILE also having to suffer the terrible non-acting by the formerly mentioned nobody plot device guest actor. All this while they could have had a scene of someone calling Eddie to tell him about Bobby and we could have seen his reaction as well.

Everyone got some kind of closure. Where is the closure for Eddie?

He is a main character, but keeps being side-lined because of some stupid half-assed Vertigo plot Tim set in motion in season 7.

It might surprise the anon, but Eddie is a much beloved character. When he first popped up in season 2 I fell in love. Not just because he looked good, but because he is a genuinly good kind and decent man. Next to that he is a great father, firefighter and medic.

You would think that the 'you can't kill Bobby' posts would far outnumber the 'we need to see Eddie' posts, but you couldn't be more wrong.

The fact that there is such an outcry for him and that people are insulted on his behalf that he wasn't in these episodes makes me so happy.

It is a message to ABC, Tim and the writers that we care about Eddie and we want him back in LA asap. It tells them that he is as important to us as Bobby is and that it is time for unimportant plot device characters to walk away forever. And that is a great message to send.

Also, whether the anon likes it or not... Buddie is happening. Eddie and Buck will get their happy ever after. Both of them will finally know what it means to truly love and be loved. Something neither of them has ever truly experienced.

No, not even with both of their very recent love interests anon. Don't get ideas. There was zero chemistry or romance to be found there. 🙄

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