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imaginespazzi · 10 months ago

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Part 4: Warning Bells

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15

I don't think I can do this again (do you remember it too?)

(In which a self-admittedly all over the place writer takes you on a bit of a rollercoaster)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Pining (the usuals)

Words: 6.1K

TW: Swearing, Mentions of Divorce

A/N: Hi lovelies :) Guess who made a deadline again? I'm as shocked as y'all are but I do wanna just warn y'all that August is gonna be really busy for me so as much as I'm gonna try to stick to schedule, there's a pretty good chance I won't. I really appreciate y'alls feedback with live-reacts/long reviews and it's truly the motivating factor behind my writing so pretty please keep sending them. I did edit (as usual) but please let me know the most likely existent typos anyway. As always, let me know what you liked, disliked and what you wanna see next. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves <3

March 2033

Here’s what Azzi has learned about motherhood: having kids means that there will come many times in your life, when you will look around you and wonder how the hell did I get here. It’s that thought that’s currently plaguing her as she finishes hanging up the WELCOME HOME banner on the living room wall in her ex-girlfriend’s new apartment. And when she’s talking about kids, she’s not talking about her five year old who’s currently sticking purple hearts on every surface she can find. No, she’s talking about her 6’5 teammate who she’d once “adopted” as a joke in college, but who’s basically become her surrogate child ever since they’d ended up on the same WNBA team.

It had started as a casual conversation when Jana, as she often did, had shown up for an impromptu lunch. The topic of Paige was hard to avoid considering it was Stephie’s favorite subject, heightened by the fact that Paige was coming back soon and Stephie was far too excited to finally have her Miss Buecks back. Jana was more than happy to indulge the little girl in conversation about what Paige had been like at UConn. And if Azzi had lost herself in those memories for a moment, transported back in time to a world that had once been blooming with promise before wilting in a darkness she’d created herself, well, she’d done an excellent job not letting it show on her face.

The real issue had started when Jana had casually let slip her idea of surprising Paige with a little welcome party. And as Stephie had started reciting all the different things they could do -because of course me and Mama will help you Aunty J, Azzi had glared at Jana, only to receive an innocent smile in return that told her everything she needed to know. She’d been set up.

That’s how, instead of spending her Saturday curled up on her comfortable couch with a book in her hands, Azzi is here instead and in true fashion, she’s the only one actually getting anything done. Jana, who had just left about twenty minutes ago to pick Paige up, had invited some of the other girls on the team to come help out yet, something about more hands on deck. Those supposed helpful hands had spent the last hour blowing up and popping balloons and getting nothing else done.

“I can’t believe y’all have me decorating for the woman who cost me my first national championship,” Joyce laments, “I still have nightmares from that game.”

“You gotta let that hurt go Aunty Joy,” Stephie says impishly, mimicking what Jana would normally say whenever the infamous 2025 South Carolina vs UConn national championship got brought up.

“Don’t sass me Miss Stephanie,” Joyce sticks out her tongue at the little girl, throwing a purple balloon at Stephie’s head, “hasn’t your Mama taught you that we don’t mock people’s pain.”

“Ignore her Steph,” Tessa says, bumping her former Gamecock teammate as she shares a devilish grin with Azzi’s daughter, “she’s just upset she only won one. Some of us have two.”

Joyce guffaws, throwing another balloon, this time aimed at Tessa, “dude we’re supposed to be on the same team. What would Coach Staley say to you teaming with UConn people of all things to bully me?”

“She’d thank me for making sure you didn’t get a big head,” Tessa snipes back.

Whatever response Joyce has to that quip is cut short by the doorbell ringing and Azzi feels her heartbeat quicken as Stephie lets out a squeal, dropping everything to go answer it. Things had been different since the facetime call almost two weeks ago. They’d accidentally on purpose settled into a routine where Stephie would call Paige at exactly 7 p.m. and Paige would answer on the first ring, promising to stay on the phone till the little girl fell asleep. And it would’ve been fine if that’s all it was. But then Paige started staying on the phone till after Stephie fell asleep and suddenly it was like they were back to their teenage selves, talking about everything and nothing, trying to learn every page of each other’s story all over again.

Azzi had missed so much about Paige in the last couple of years but there was nothing she’d missed more than just talking to her best friend. She’d missed the way Paige would tell a story, going off on a million tangents in between. She’d missed the way her eyes would light up when she got to a particularly exciting part of the story, specks of gold shimmering in the blue like sunlight hitting the ocean. She’d missed the way Paige’s hands would be flying animatedly all over the place, even when she was whispering. She’d missed the way the blonde would pause halfway through to observe if Azzi was still listening, making sure all of the attention was still on her. And she’d missed the way that when it was Azzi’s turn to speak, Paige would hang onto every word like it was gospel, intently listening like she’d never forgive herself if she couldn’t recite everything Azzi had just said from memory. She’d missed the way Paige would let her emotions freely flicker across her face, because whatever happened to Azzi, Paige felt it too.

She’d missed and missed, convinced the pain would be the end of her, until she’d tricked her mind into forgetting. And now Azzi’s beginning to realize that remembering it all again, might just be the thing that kills her.

“Nevermind,” Stephie walks back to the room, sulking slightly, “it’s just Aunty Liyah.”

“Oh thanks Stephie babe. That makes me feel so wonderful,” Aaliyah says, walking in behind Stephie with an offended expression on her face, “and here I thought bringing cupcakes would make me popular.”

“Tell me those are store-bought Chavez. I ain’t trusting them if you made them yourselves,” Joyce says, side-eyeing the cupcakes.

“Trust me I would never waste my precious time baking for y’all ungrateful ass-”

“Aaliyah,” Azzi shoots her younger teammate a sharp look.

“-ungrateful people,” Aaliyah corrects sheepishly, “cupcakes because y’all clearly don’t appreciate me.”

“I pre-ciate you Aunty Liyah,” Stephie says innocently, trying to get a better look at the aforementioned cupcakes, “you got the pu-ple ones right? They have to be pu-ple for Miss Buecks.”

Aaliyah bends down to Stephie’s level to show her the box of sweet treats “the perfect purple cupcakes for your Miss Buecks. How come you never wanna do nice things like this for us Stephie?”

“Because Miss Buecks is special,” Stephie retorts matter-of-factly.

“Oh so we’re not special?” Tessa asks, raising an eyebrow at Stephie.

“‘Course you are but Miss Buecks is special-er.”

And while her teammates all pretend to dramatically gasp at that, shaking their heads at Stephie, Azzi feels like someone’s squeezing her heart, twisting and twisting but never fully breaking it. She wonders if that might hurt less.

It’s another 10 minutes later when the doorbell rings again and Azzi watches her daughter’s face break into an incandescent grin, filled with hope, as she rushes to open the door because it has to be Paige this time. Azzi follows after her, trying to keep her breathing under control as anticipation clings to her nerves. Azzi’s gotten so spectacularly good at lying to herself that she tells herself this next one with ease: there’s not a single part of her that’s eager to see Paige again.

“SURPRISE,” Stephie screams, flinging the front door open with as much strength as she can muster. She doesn’t give Paige a chance to react before she’s throwing herself against the blonde’s legs, hugging her thighs.

It takes a second for Paige to register what’s happening, but when she does, it’s Azzi she’s looking at. Everything seems to move in slow motion as they stare at each other, the reality of the moment suddenly settling in. Paige is here. In Oakland. They’re going to be teammates; they’re going to see each other almost every day. Just like they used to. Except nothing is like it used to be and as that bitter truth comes up like bile in Azzi’s throat, she has to force herself to look away.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie calls out, tugging at the hem of Paige’s white shirt to get her attention, “do you like my surprise?”

Paige tears her eyes away from Azzi, leaning down to pick Stephie up before peppering her faces with kisses and making the younger girl squeal in delight, “best surprise ever.”

And Azzi really, really, can’t watch this. Not when it makes her want to walk over and cocoon herself in with the two of them, makes her want to pretend that she’s living in another life, one where she hadn’t thrown away the chance of a happily ever after with the girl she’d fallen in love with at fourteen,

“Oh yeah Stephie, your surprise. Take all the credit. Not like the rest of us did anything,” Joyce rolls her eyes goodnaturedly, before pulling Paige into a one-armed hug, “welcome to the Bay Area Bueckers.”

Tessa and Aaliyah are next, both sharing warm hugs with their new teammate. Once they’ve had their turn, all eyes seem to turn to Azzi expectantly and the brunette blanches under their gaze. Other than Jana, who suddenly seems pretty heavily interested in the doorframe, the rest of her teammates don’t know about her past with Paige. So it’s only natural they’d expect her to greet Paige with all the cordiality of an old friend.

“Y’all good?” Joyce asks slowly, looking between the two of them, “do you want me to introduce y’all or?”

“Shut up,” Azzi murmurs before drawing in a deep breath and stepping towards Paige. She tries not to fixate on the way Paige’s jaw flexes when the blonde swallows, tries not to think about all the patterns she’d once carved against that little patch of skin because she knew it drove Paige insane. The thing is Azzi can’t even really remember the last time they hugged beyond a for-the-cameras one at a game. But as she wraps her arms around Paige, the older woman’s breath tickling against her ear as she grips Azzi’s waist, it doesn’t feel that much different from how it used to be. Paige’s arms are still safe and strong and Azzi still wants to melt into them. But what’s different is that Stephie’s in between them now, tiny hands securely fastened around both of their necks. And Azzi almost, almost gives into the feeling of belonging as she whispers two simple words that mean just a little too much.

“Welcome home.”

***

Seven pairs of eyes watch as the movers move box after box after box into Paige’s apartment, until there’s more cardboard than floor visible. The three non-UConn girlies are wide-eyed as they watch the pile grow endlessly. Meanwhile Jana is laughing while Azzi tries to hide a smile behind her hands as the realization that she’d have to unpack all of her stuff hits Paige in waves, and her expression grows more and more somber. Once the movers are finally done, it’s Stephie, whose hand is still firmly clasped in Paige’s, who breaks the silence.

“You have a lot of things Miss Buecks,” the little girl crinkles her nose, as she points out the obvious, “do you really need all of this stuff.”

“Of course I do Stephie,” Paige says indignantly and Azzi scoffs, earning her a withering glare from the blond.

“Aight well it was nice to meet you-” Joyce starts, slowly backing away from the mess until Jana blocks her way.

“Oh no you don’t. I told y’all we were all gonna help her move in. Call it team bonding,” the Egyptian says, her voice vaguely threatening.

“Most of the team isn’t even here,” Aaliyah points out cautiously.

“That’s not the point,” Jana rebukes, “alright team listen up. Here’s how this is going to go-”

“Maybe Paige should take charge. It is her apartment,” Tessa says slowly.

“If we put Paige in charge she’ll tell us all to go home and procrastinate doing anything until after the season,” Azzi says, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

Paige pouts, “hey! I’m not that bad.”

“Oh you absolutely are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“O-kay,” Jana claps, breaking apart the bickering, “it’s good to see the two of you are apparently younger than Stephie,” she holds up a hands a both Paige and Azzi start to splutter in their defense, “now as I was saying before being rudely interrupted. We’re gonna split this up. Joyce and I are gonna do the living room. Aaliyah and Tessa, y’all are gonna fix the guest room. Which leaves,” Jana smiles, and it’s only because Azzi knows her so well that she can read the menacing sparkle behind it, “Paige and Azzi to tackle the master bedroom.”

They both open their mouths to protest but are quick to get cut off by an excited Stephie, “I’mma help Mama and Miss Buecks!”

“Of course you are, why would you ever help anybody else? Clearly you don’t love us anymore. Not since your precious Miss Buecks got here,” Joyce says dramatically and while Paige smirks and the rest of the girls pretend to act mock offended, Azzi uses the distraction to sidle up to Jana.

“What the fuck are you playing at El-Alfy,” she hisses under hear breath.

Jana shrugs innocently, “the master bedroom is the hardest because Paige has so many fucking clothes so I’m letting y’all old heads do it. Some of us are below 30 ya know.”

“Cut the bullshit,” Azzi snaps.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about Fudd,” Jana says airily as she starts to unpack a box, leaving Azzi muttering curses under her breath.

“Hey-”

Azzi spins around at the soft voice, only to find herself crashing against a solid body. It’s instinct, the way Paige’s hands immediately reach out to steady her and it’s instinct, the way Azzi’s hands grab at the lapels of the blond’s shirt. Goosebumps trails up her skin as Paige's breath, hot and heavy, fans across her face. They’re too close; way too close and yet the idea of stepping away feels like a sin. Azzi gulps as her thumb accidentally brushes Paige’s collarbone and the other woman shivers under her touch. She thinks she could probably get drunk off the feeling of knowing that she can still affect Paige like that.

“You uh-” Paige swallows, fingers squeezing involuntarily against Azzi’s hip, “you don’t have to listen to Jana. I can- I can figure it out myself.”

“N-no,” Azzi stutters and she wonders if Paige feels a high from the way she still affects Azzi too, “there’s um- you have- uh- you have a lot of stuff. I can-,” she sucks in a deep breath, “I’ll help.”

“You sure?” there’s a vulnerable edge to Paige’s tone and any resolve Azzi could ever have melts immediately.

“I want to help,” she says softly, letting a small smile slip onto her lips.

The smile she gets in return is bright and sparkling, just like Paige herself and Azzi’s heart lurches, pleased to be the one receiving it, pleased to be the one who’d elicited it, “Good, cause I really wanted your help.”

Azzi shakes her head, trying to ignore the warning bells blazing in her head at the fact that they’re still holding each other, “why’d you pretend you didn’t?”

“I just wanted to hear you say it first,” Paige says, biting at her bottom lip. It leaves a light mark and Azzi finds herself wanting to soothe it over with her own tongue.

She thinks it might have been easier if it was just a little harder to fall back into Paige. It shouldn’t be so simple to fall back into late night conversations, so simple to fall back into easy teasing, so simple to fall back into feeling at peace in Paige’s arms. But it is.

“Mama, Miss Buecks,” it’s Stephie who breaks their bubble but instead of jumping away from each other like they should, they step apart only enough to let the little girl into the space between them, so she can lace her hands through both of theirs, “are you ready?”

“Before you go Paige,” Tessa calls out, holding up a clear bag of corner guards and edge protectors, “what are we doing with these?”

Paige shuffles her feet nervously, “you um- you put them on the edge of like tables and stuff.”

“Bro but they’re for people who have children?” Joyce says, giving Paige a weird look, “you have a kid we don’t know about?”

Paige’s eyes flicker to Stephie for a brief second and Azzi freezes, a warm realization tickling up her spine. Butterflies erupt in her stomach, their wings fluttering to the beat of what’s mine could have been ours.

“Of course not. I’m just super clumsy so precautions and all that,” the blond explains, shooting Jana a glare when the taller woman barely masks a giggle, “quit procrastinating by asking all these questions and get to work.”

“Has anyone ever told you the importance of first impressions? Because I’m telling you Bueckers, using your teammates as unpaid labor the first time you meet them is not it,” Aaliyah gives Paige a pointed look.

“This wasn’t even my idea in the first place,” Paige defends.

“True,” Tessa nods with a sickly sweet smile, “but you’re gonna pay for the pizza anyways.”

“I’m not pay-”

“PIZZA,” Stephie squeals, “Miss Buecks you’re gonna get us Pizza?”

“Yeah Miss Buecks,” Azzi smickers, crossing her arms as Paige’s stubborn retort dies on her lips, “you gonna get us pizza?”

Paige glares at her before she’s swinging Stephie up onto her lap again. And she really needs to stop doing things like that because it’s not remotely good for Azzi’s mental health to watch the way Stephie seems to fit perfectly in Paige’s arms, “of course I am Steph, what do you want?”

The two of them are lost in their own world discussing pizza toppings as Paige starts walking over to the master bedroom, until suddenly they're both turning around, looking at Azzi with identical expressions. And the brunette feels her heart tap out this could be my everything against her ribcage.

“You coming Azzi?”

“Mama, are you coming?”

I’d go anywhere with the two of you, Azzi thinks as she nods her head, a light skip in her step as she moves to catch up with the two of them.

“Of course I’m coming.”

***

Less than 10 minutes into trying to unpack, Azzi realizes that she’s the only one trying to unpack anything when she looks up from where she’s been folding t-shirts -trying and failing at not breathing in their familiar scent- to find Stephie decked in a colorful cardigan that goes all the way down to her toes, her feet clad in a pair of PB4’s that must be three times the size of her own shoes. A pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses hide almost her entire face as she strikes pose after pose and Paige diligently takes pictures of her.

“YES Stephie,” the blond indulges, “work it girl. There you go babe, hold that pose for me. You’re a natural in front of the camera.”

Stephie giggles and Azzi feels her heart constrict. Her favorite sound in the whole world has never sounded more like a signal for danger.

“Ahem ahem,” she coughs, narrowing her eyes at the two people in front of her, “doesn’t look like y’all are unpacking to me.”

“Mama Miss Buecks has so many pretty clothes,” Stephie gushes, completely ignoring what her mother just said.

“They’d look even prettier folded in her closet,” Azzi says pointedly.

Stephie pouts, “you don’t think I look pretty?”

“You look really pretty in my clothes Stephie,” Paige cuts in, tapping the little girl on the nose before she turns her gaze towards Azzi, “just like your Mama used to.”

The silk material shirt slips out of Azzi’s hand as Paige’s words drizzle around her, like the rain after a drought. It takes every little bit of strength she can muster to force herself to ignore Paige’s words and pick up another shirt to fold even if she can’t stop the rouge tint that colors her face. There’s this part of her that’s been dormant for years but every little interaction with Paige threatens to awaken it and Azzi’s scared that if she lets that happen, she’ll never be able to put it to sleep again.

“Just- just focus on unpacking,” Azzi mutters darkly.

She spends the next hour or so, keeping her eyes downcast, her complete focus on the task at hand. Because if she looks up, if she lets herself see the way Stephie and Paige are folding clothes together while giggling about something, if she lets herself see the way Stephie climbs onto Paige’s back so the woman can give her a piggyback to the closet to deposit the folded clothes, she thinks she could fall in love with this moment, capture it behind her eyelids and let it live there forever. But this moment doesn’t belong to Azzi. Because Paige doesn’t belong to Azzi. Not anymore.

Azzi’s taken away from her thoughts when she feels a tiny hand wrapping around her neck from behind, Stephie’s warm body pressing against her back and just like that, all the tension in her muscles seem to dissipate.

“What’s up sweetheart,” she asks, turning her head to press her lips against her daughter’s temple.

“Nothing Mama,” Stephie says sweetly, “just wanted to give you a hug.”

“Sure you’re not just trying to get out of helping Miss Buecks unpack?” Azzi asks slyly, pulling Stephie from behind her, so the little girl’s lying on her lap instead. She can feel Paige’s eyes focused on the two of them and even without looking, she thinks she knows what she’d find in them if she did.

“Of course not Mama,” Stephie grins and then squeals as Azzi begins to tickle her.

“I think you are,” Azzi sings-songs as she continues to poke at her daughter’s stomach, reveling in the way it makes the child laugh.

“N-no Mama stop, stop,” Stephie manages to wrench herself out from Azzi’s grip, darting to hide behind Paige’s legs, “Miss Buecks save me.”

“There’s no saving you now Stephie-bear,” Azzi roars dramatically as she picks herself off the floor, smirking at her daughter as she wriggles her fingers menacingly.

“You know what the best way to stop someone from tickling you is Stephie?” Paige says slowly, sending the little girl a conspiratorial wink.

“Don’t you dare-”

“You tickle them back,” Paige yells and Stephie eyes widen with excitement, “did you know your Mama’s extremely ticklish?”

“Paige no,” Azzi starts moving back, hands held in surrender.

“You started it.”

“Yeah Mama, you started it.”

“Paige. Stephie. Ple-” Azzi cuts herself off with squeal as two sets of hands start mercilessly prodding at her ribcage. She can’t get away, not when Paige has her securely wrapped from the back and Stephie’s pressed against her front, both of them laughing maniacally. They’re a mess of limbs that’s becoming harder and harder to tell apart as the three of them topple onto Paige’s bed. And Azzi thinks maybe she doesn’t want to escape it at all. She thinks she’d like to freeze them in this moment instead. Forever.

“Pizza’s here,” someone yells from the living room and it’s Stephie who stops first, immediately jumping off the bed at the mention of food, leaving Paige and Azzi alone. On Paige’s bed. Barely an inch of distance between them as they try to catch their breath. It’s Azzi who sits up first, smoothening the wrinkles on her shirt. And just as she’s about to stand up fully, she feels a hand circling around her wrist.

“It’s gonna be weird being alone tonight,” Paige confesses softly and Azzi feels her breath hitch.

“Didn’t you live alone in Dallas? At least after the divorce?” she tries to keep the bitterness out of her voice at the last word, a bitterness she knows she has absolutely no right to feel.

Paige shrugs, her shoulders brushing against Azzi’s, “I did but I knew Dallas. I don’t know this place.”

“What exactly are you asking me?” Azzi asks even though she knows.

“I’m not asking you anything. I don’t know if I have that right anymore” Paige says softly, letting go of Azzi’s wrist as she starts to walk towards the living room, turning her head back slightly once she gets to the door, “I’m just telling you I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

***

Damn Paige Bueckers and her vulnerable eyes and her earnest tone because Azzi would, really, really like to be enjoying her slice of pizza right now. Instead everything tastes like ashes as Paige’s unsaid plea rings in her head. There are so many reasons why Azzi absolutely shouldn’t give in, why she should grab Stephie, get into her car, drive home and never look back. This involuntary dance the two of them are starting is far too familiar to what they’d done when they were teenagers and the vivid memories of the day the music stopped and they’re feet stopped moving still haunt Azzi every time she lets herself think of it for a little too long. And she shouldn’t push herself into this fire again, not when there’s Stephie to think about, but there’s a tiny little problem. She thinks she might be addicted to burning in Paige’s flames.

So when the pizza’s done and the house is more or less in order, and her teammates are ready to leave, looking expectantly at Azzi, she finds herself leaping into lava, “um- I think Stephie and I are gonna stay for a little bit longer.”

“We are?” Stephie asks, a huge smile stretching the length of her face as she looks up at her mother.

“Yeah. Um- Paige’s bedroom still um- still needs some work,” Azzi tries to justify her decision, ignoring the heat of the blond’s eyes that seem to be perpetually stuck staring at her.

Joyce raises a perplexed eyebrow, “it looked done to me.”

Paige clears her throat, “there’s definitely uh- a couple more things that need to be handled.”

“It’s almost Stephie’s bedtime. I could stay and help-” Jana begins, eyeing the two of them suspiciously.

“No,” Paige says, a little louder than necessary, “I mean you’ve already done so much for me today Jana,” she manages a smirk, “let Azzi pull her weight a little bit too ya know.”

Janna narrows her eyes but doesn’t push it. It’s oddly domestic, standing side by side with Paige bidding goodbye to their teammates, Stephie in between them happily waving at the people that are leaving. The warning bells get louder and louder; Azzi continues to do nothing to stop them.

“Mama, how long are we staying?” Stephie asks innocently.

“We um-” Azzi chews at her lip, finally giving into the temptation to look at Paige, “we’re gonna stay with Miss Buecks tonight so she doesn’t feel alone.”

The shrill scream that escapes Stephie’s mouth could probably break glass as she turns herself around to grab at Paige’s waist, “Miss Buecks I’m gonna stay with you! We’re gonna have a sleep-over.”

Paige laughs, kneeling down so she’s face to face with the little girl, “yeah we are.”

“Are you scared to sleep alone too Miss Buecks?” Stephie asks cautiously, cupping Paige’s face with tiny hands.

“Just a little bit,” Paige admits, leaning into Stephie’s touch.

“Me too,” Stephie whispers shyly, “that’s why I sneak into Mama's bed and she gives me lots and lots and lots of cuddles. Mama’s cuddles are the best,” she turns to Azzi, “Mama will you give Miss Buecks cuddles tonight too?”

“I uh-” Azzi swallows, taken aback by the question, “I thought you didn’t like sharing Mama’s cuddles?”

“I don’t,” Stephie agrees, “but I’d be okay sharing them with Miss Buecks.”

***

Azzi had planned -a loose term because really she hadn’t planned on any of this- for her and Stephie to take the guest room. Paige had been ready to give up her own room on the grounds of politeness. And Stephie was insistent that she needed to sleep in between both Mama and Miss Buecks tonight because it’s a sleepover we all have to stay together. Obviously out of the three of them, only one of them was going their way and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who that would be. That’s how they’d ended up here, dragging chairs and pillows and blankets into the middle of the living room to create a makeshift fort.

Azzi’s putting on the finishing touches, stringing purple fairy lights Paige had produced out of nowhere, when Stephie emerges from Paige’s bedroom where she’d gone looking for something to wear in lieu of pajamas.

“Mama look what I found,” Stephie beams, proudly pointing at the black t-shirt she’s found that covers her whole body, “it’s you and Miss Buecks when you were littler.”

It’s their SLAM cover t-shirt and Azzi feels tears prickling at her waterline as she’s met with the picture of a younger version of the two of them. Back when they’d been so hopeful and carefree, ready to take on the world as long as they could do it together. Back when they’d been 2 in a million.

“I can’t believe you still have this,” Azzi whispers, unable to stop herself from running her fingers across the version of who they used to be. She wonders what those girls would think of them now; those girls who’d laid and bed and pinky promised forever. She thinks they’d probably be appalled at the fact that Paige and Azzi had spent eight years barely speaking. She thinks maybe they’d hate her for what she’d done. She thinks maybe she hates herself a little bit for what she’s done to them.

Paige is leaning against the wall, her voice quiet when she speaks, “I couldn’t let it go.”

And they both know she’s not talking about the shirt.

“Can we watch a movie?” Stephie asks, diving into the fort and peering up at the two adults.

Paige recovers first, “yeah- yeah of course Steph,” she looks at Azzi, “do you- do you want something else to sleep in?”

“I’m good,” Azzi says, trying to inconspicuously brush away a rebellious tear. The shirt she’s wearing feels itchy against her skin but she doesn’t think she could handle wearing something of Paige’s. She scooches into the fort, leaning back against one of the pillows and Stephie’s quick to curl into her and Azzi absentmindedly rubs her hands down her daughter’s back. Paige switches on the TV, letting Stephie dictate a movie choice before letting herself into the fort, laying down on Stephie’s other side.

“Miss Buecks come cuddle,” Stephie demands from where her head is laying on Azzi’s chest. When Paige hesitates, the younger girl takes it upon herself to pull Paige’s arms over her, making the older woman lie on her side so she can drape her hands over Stephie's stomach, accidentally brushing against Azzi’s ribcage. Stephie lets out a satisfied sigh, lying back down against Azzi, crossing her arms so she can hold Paige’s hand with one and latch onto her mother with the other.

“Perfect.”

And it is. The sound of Stephie’s chatter slowly fading away mixed with Paige’s quiet breathing is the perfect lullaby and Azzi finds herself drifting off into the best sleep she’s had in years.

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Sunlight peeks in through the window and Azzi groans at the interruption. Her whole body feels a little stiff, not used to sleeping on the floor like this. A quick glance at her phone tells her it’s 7 a.m. and Azzi’s just about to let herself fall back asleep when her eyes land on the two sleeping figures next to her. Stephie’s face is buried in Paige’s neck, one arm slung over her waist. Paige, mouth slightly ajar as she sleeps, has both hands fastened on the younger, holding her tightly against her chest like she’d fight the world if someone tried to steal her from her grip. They look happy, content, at peace. And Azzi can’t breathe.

The warning bells in her head create a cacophonous commotion that she can no longer escape. It hits her like whiplash that she can’t do this. She doesn’t know what had gotten into her last night, why she’d agreed to this, to any of this. But she can’t do this.

“Stephie,” Azzi whispers urgently, trying to pull her daughter out of Paige’s grasp, “Stephie wake up.”

“Az?” Paige asks groggily, stirring in her sleep, “what’s going on?”

“We need to go home,” Azzi says and she can’t bear to look at Paige.

“What?” Paige is far more awake now as she glances at her phone, “it’s 7 am Azzi. What’s the rush?"

Azzi ignores her, still trying to wake Stephie up who groans, “Mama too early.”

“Steph-”

“Azzi,” Paige’s voice is firm as she wraps her hand around Azzi’s wrist, slipping Stephie off of her, “what is going on.”

Azzi grits her teeth, “nothing’s going on. We just need to go home.”

“Azzi-”

“We shouldn’t have stayed last night Paige,” Azzi bursts out and Paige freezes.

“Come out of the fort Azzi,” the blond says, her voice eerily calm as she stands up. Azzi follows after her, heart beating rapidly against her chest as she tries to keep the tears at bay.

“We need to go home,” the brunette repeats, struggling to breathe, “this was a mistake,” Paige flinches and Azzi feels a knife turn in her own hurt, “we can’t do this.”

“Do what Azzi?” Paige asks exasperatedly, still trying to keep her voice low for Stephie’s sake.

“This,” Azzi all but shrieks, throwing her hands up, “it’s too much, too quick and Stephie- Stephie’s getting attached and I can’t- I can’t let that happen.”

“Why not?” Paige argues stubbornly.

“Because these last two weeks she couldn’t fall asleep without you on the phone. Because you’re all she talks about sometimes. Because she’s gonna want you forever,” Azzi’s voice breaks, “and she can’t have you forever.”

“Az-”

“And you’re getting attached too. I see the way you look at her and it’s amazing but it’s not- it’s not sustainable Paige. For either of you. Because you’re gonna find someone soon,” the words taste sour on Azzi’s tongue, “and you’re not gonna have time for her and missing you is going to kill her and the guilt of that is going to hurt you. I’m trying to pro-”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Paige’s voice is hard now, eyes gleaming with fire, “you’re basing all of this on a hypothetical that might not even come true. You’re not protecting anybody. You’re projecting.”

Azzi reels back, “I am not projecting.”

“Yes you are,” Paige hisses, “you’re not scared of Stephie or me getting too attached. You’re scared of yourself getting too attached.”

“Mama? Miss Buecks,” Stephie’s tired eyes look warily between the two of them, “what’s going on?”

Azzi plasters a smile on her face as she picks up her little girl, trying to pretend that the truth in Paige’s words haven’t just made her feel hollow, “we’re going home Stephie.”

“I don’t wanna go home,” Stephie fights against Azzi’s grip, looking helplessly at Paige, “Miss Buecks I wanna stay. Can I please stay?”

“You have to listen to your Mama sweetheart” Paige says softly, heartbreak written over her face as she moves to press a kiss against Stephie’s knuckles, “but I’ll see you soon okay. I promise.”

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie whimpers and Azzi has never hated herself more as she rushes out of Paige’s new house, willing herself to not look back. She buckles Stephie in the back, pretending she doesn’t see the way Paige is watching them leave from the porch, like she’d do anything to stop it. And then she drives away.

It isn’t until she’s safely in the confines over her own room, that Azzi finally lets the tears fall. And she consoles herself with the fact that it’s okay to crack her daughter's heart, to crack Paige’s heart, to crack her own heart, if that’s the only way she can stop their hearts from breaking altogether.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago

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[ one day ] j. hughes

paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) accidentally distracts Jack while he’s being interviewed in their home for a day in the life of a Devils player documentary that's being filmed, and Jack brings up the idea of a proposal

warning(s) : a quick mention of suggestive content but no actual sex

author’s note : i don’t understand how this plot came to be and tbh it's kinda stupid but i’m taking it and running with it

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Jack being one of NHL's most popular players has it's pros and cons. Today is one of those cons that they both hate. Jack is being followed around for the day to film a Devils documentary that follows players during their off days. Jack being one of the Devils' star players means he had to do the documentary.

That was before (Y/N) talked him into it. She didn't realize how intense it would all be. An entire film crew has set up in their living room with big cameras and lighting. They have made themselves very much at home after knocking on their door at the crack of dawn.

The two of them were having a really good morning in bed together when the film crew came knocking. Lots of naked cuddles and kisses were exchanged when a knock rang out through their apartment. It ruined both of their moods.

They stand in their kitchen and watch the crew finish setting up from the island counter. Jack is now dressed in a dark grey Devils hockey t-shirt with black sweatpants that have a Devils logo on the pant leg.

"Do you want me in this?" (Y/N) questions. Jack looks over at her with a confused look on his face. "I mean, we've been mostly quiet about our relationship so I completely understand if you don't want me to be apart of your episode of the documentary."

Jack shakes his head as soon as the words pass her lips. "No, I want you in this, (Y/N)," he tells her. "It's a documentary about a day in my life and you're a really big part of my life so of course I want you in this. Just let me do the interview really quick then we can act like it's a normal day."

The woman doing the interview is one of the Devils reporters, but (Y/N) can't remember her name at the moment. She sits opposite Jack in the comfy chair. The camera over her shoulder is pointed at Jack.

While Jack is being interviewed, (Y/N) goes to her room to get ready for their insane day ahead. She needs to put on some actual clothes too. All she's been wearing since she got out of bed is one of Jack's t-shirts and a pair of really small shorts. Not exactly what she wants to be wearing if she's going to be followed around for most of the day by people that work for the Devils.

She can hear some of the questions being asked while she's getting changed. They're the usual questions. Asking about how the season is going for him, how he's been recovering from that shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for a handful of games, and how it's been having his brother on the team with him. Sometimes Jack's sassy side comes out. He's never been the one to hide how he's feeling when answering questions.

To mess with Jack a little bit, and to kind of surprise him when he's done with the interview, (Y/N) grabs Jack's Devils hoodie that he wears to practice sometimes. His number sits on her chest and it's a little too big. She pairs the black hoodie with a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee. She throws her hair up into a high ponytail and puts on light makeup just to cover any blemishes or pimples that'll pop out on camera.

When she leaves their bedroom, Jack is talking about how amazing it is to be considered one of the league's best players.

"It's always the goal to be one of the best in whatever sport you play," Jack is saying as she walks through the living room. "I, um, didn't think it would happen, uh, so early on in my, um, career." (Y/N) looks over and sees that Jack has his eyes on her. "Sorry. Got distracted." There's a smile on his face when he sees what she's wearing.

The reporter turns and looks at (Y/N). "I didn't know your girlfriend lived with you, Jack," she says as she turns back to him. (Y/N) smiles and starts to make some coffee.

"One of the best decisions I have ever made," Jack says from the living room. "Getting to fall asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her wrapped around me is an honor. We've been together for over two years now and it's been incredible. My parents and brothers all love her, but not nearly as much as I do."

(Y/N) smiles to herself as the coffee brews. Her back is to him at the moment so he can't see the smile.

The way Jack talks about her sometimes makes her fall in love with him a little more. She talks about him like that all the time to friends and family, but knowing he's saying all of this in front of a camera for a documentary makes what he'[s saying a little more special. He isn't holding back because he's on camera.

"That's so cute," the interviewer says. "Could we be expecting a Jack Hughes proposal soon?"

"We'll see what happens," Jack replies. That causes her to spin around immediately and look at Jack. The smile that was on his face is still there as their eyes meet from two different rooms. Her smile grows bigger.

They've never talked about marriage. Both of them are very happy with where they are at in their relationship so they both not rushing to walk down the aisle. Plus, they're 21 and 22 respectively so they're still really young. They don't have to get married right now.

The interview goes by without another mention of marriage, or (Y/N). She's okay with that because this is about Jack and his accomplishments as NHL's rising star. He's come a long way since his rookie year.

(Y/N) was around that year but they weren't together. They were close friends at that point so she saw every day how Jack struggled his rookie year. He struggled with hockey and he struggled with what people were saying about him online. Calling him a NHL bust despite being drafted first overall.

They grew closer that year and it was during his sophomore season when they got together. She's been super supportive of him since he got drafted, but especially after his rookie year.

Jack quickly excuses himself before he gets mic'd up for the rest of the day. She's pouring coffee into two mugs for both of them when Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around his girlfriend.

"I know we never talked about it but-"

"Yes, I'd like to get married to you one day, Jack," (Y/N) interrupts as she turns in his arms. He presses her against the counter with one hand and takes his hot coffee in his other. "We don't have to rush into anything though. I'm happy with where we are and you're still trying to prove yourself in the NHL."

"So one day?" he asks.

She leans forward and kisses him softly and quickly. "One day."

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maybankxw · 3 months ago

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reader is a bartender and so is jj, once there left alone to clean up for the night it gets heated/ at one point jj pours champagne up her body and licks it up:)

HAVE IT YOUR WAY

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ unprotected sex; alcohol ] minors dni!!!

summary: getting a little too much work and alcohol

word count: 2k

a/n: thanks for the request! i hope you don't mind the smut x enjoy reading!

links: masterlist / taglist / ask box

any feedback would be appreciated!

“There you go m’lady.”

JJ slid a glass of vodka tonic to a woman waiting beside the counter, his usual charm never failing. Good for him, people tipped him better.

It was a busy night at the bar we worked at, the building was flooded with people, all the tables taken. ‘Wear a swimsuit and get a free drink’. That was JJ’s idea too — “People love free stuff, they take one for free, then they’d want more, right? And hell yes, I’ll pour them more until they crawl drunk out of here.”

We passed, tossed and flipped the bottles, making cocktails one after another, performing, putting on a show, watching people’s eyes glisten in awe.

“Here’s your beer,” JJ opened and put four bottles in front of two guys, “Enjoy your evening,” he grinned, his chest bare glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

“Your margaritas are on the way,” he fidgeted with a shaker, spinning around the bar, finishing the drinks with a few lime slices, “You’re welcome.”

I was wearing a swimsuit too, catching guests attention, smiling at everyone, pouring the drinks, making up the small talk, casually sipping martini shots when I wasn’t occupied.

“I told you it would be fun,” JJ yelled through the sound of music and people’s chatter.

I only smirked in approval, lifting another shot up in the air and pouring it down my throat, the liquor stinging nicely.

His eyes skimmed my body, returning to my face, our gaze locking in a dim light. Something in his expression shifted, hardened even. I reached out for a new bottle which was quite far above, flaunting my ass, my skirt inching up, probably baring more than needed and I knew those blue eyes of his were watching me. I poured another shot slipping a glass to him, motioning with my head for him to take it, mouthing “Drink up.” He took it as a bet, swallowing it to the bottom, muscles in his jaw moving as he put the glass down with a thud.

Someone called out for him and just like that we were back to work.

Hours passed, hundreds of drinks were poured and taken, around the same amount of faces were seen, met, talked to. Both our tip jars were full with cash money and I bit my lip in excitement, proud of our work.

“Closing in fifteen,” I announced for the remaining people at the bar. It was quieter now, but still pretty crowded. Some of them started gathering things and leave, some stayed till the end, but once everyone was out we had to take care of all the mess left. I cleaned up the tables, J took care of the counter and all the dirty glasses there.

“Tables done,” I rinsed a washcloth, hanging it to dry off, stumbling over to drop on a stool behind the counter, watching Maybank finish up the glasses. The muscles in his biceps flexed, his hair disheveled, messily fell over his forehead, his gaze hazy and warm, exploring my face as he wiped the glasses clean, checking them up through the lamplight, “Done here.”

“Floor mopping is pending,” I grinned, snatching an unfinished bottle of rum, ready to drink, when suddenly JJ’s voice cut me off.

“Hold on. How about—�� he dropped down to his haunches, pawing through the cabinet underneath the counter, “How about we blow this baby up?”

A bottle of Telmont Réserve champagne settled in front of me, causing me to frown, “I mean,” I picked it up, studying the stickers, contemplating for a moment.

“It was a busy night, don’t you think we deserve one?”

“You have a point,” I handed the bottle back, “Open up.”

A proud smirk crossed his lips as I slid off my seat, walking in his direction. He ripped the foil, shaking the bottle, “Don’t shake it,” I wheezed as the cork popped open and the champagne fizzled and splashed all over my hair, my face and my chest. Our laughs invaded the room, overlapping together. He shoved the bottle in my hands and I took a few gulps, feeling the liquid prickling my tongue. He didn’t drink, he only watched me, his smile faded, replaced with something darker, desire crossing his face, but it wasn’t for a drink, it was for me.

He closed the distance between us, I shivered at his proximity, the heat of his body radiated into mine, making me inhale sharply.

“Guess I’ll have to lick it off you then?” It came out more as a statement rather than a question but I was already too drunk and lost in the intensity of his eyes, I didn’t care.

Huge palm settled on my lower back pulling me closer, JJ’s eyes held mine as he stuck his tongue out, licking a path up my chest, veering to my neck making my head sway and my body relax into him, my breathing turning heavy and rapid.

Another drop of champagne scattered down to my bra and his tongue was quick to catch it, his mouth voraciously kissed my face, collecting the remains of the drink. I closed my eyes, my mouth slack as I heaved, feeling the jolts of pleasure searing through me as he nipped my neck, making his way down to my collarbone.

“Been thinking about touching you the whole damn evening,” he groaned, sitting me down the countertop, his palms spreading my legs and weighing my thighs down as he stood in between them, his face just an inch away from mine. I could see the tightness in his jaw as he tried to hold back, running his tongues across his teeth, a tiny dimple on his right cheek showing, his eyes narrowed and dark with lust, darting up and down, begging for a hint, anything.

“I thought your mind was busy with someone else,” I murmured, running my fingers over his bare shoulders, securing them on the back of his neck, tugging at his hair lightly, arching my body towards his.

“You’re the only thing on my mind, like ever.”

“Is that so?”

We kept teasing each other with our mouths being too close but no one was ready to give a satisfaction of a kiss yet.

“Damn right it is.”

“Prove.”

“Prove?” he chuckled, his smile turning into a smirk, “Oh I’ll prove you, alright.”

His lips caught mine playfully, but as deeper our kiss gotten, the desire intensified, he became persistent and demanding in a way, seizing my hips and dragging me close, causing a moan out of me as his cock, hard, brushed my stomach.

I melted, the bubbly drink hit my senses intoxicating my bloodstream, “Oh—” soft groans slipped out of my mouth as JJ nibbled my neck, his fingers untied the straps on my skirt and my bra. My hips thrusted forward, legs twining around his calves as I rubbed myself against his clothed cock, wrenching a low groan from him, “Keep doing that and I’ll make a mess,” he warned, his eyes dark piercing through me.

The words ignited something in me, I wanted him all to myself, close, deep, rough or sensual. The bottle stood beside us, half empty, I snatched it and took a sip, shoving it into JJ’s chest, “You haven’t had yours yet.”

A sly smile stretched on his face, his eyes locked in mine as he gulped the liquid down, his free hand caressing my thigh. I shivered at the intensity of his touch.

My fingers reached his belt, undoing it and pulling his shorts down, having him completely naked in front of me. Jesus, he looked mesmerising, the curves of his toned body shaded by the dim light over us, his cock hard and silky, deep red, glistening with pre cum and his eyes, those fucking eyes eating me up. That’s what got me first. His ocean blue eyes.

“Come here,” his finger crooked as he took a few steps back from me. Not asking any further questions, I obediently slipped off the counter, closing the distance between us. He towered over me, I had to bend my head up to reach his face. My breaths hitched as he squeezed my ass, pressing me into him, our bodies hot and sticky with sweat and booze, but he smelled nice, I could sense the his perfume and I was hoping mine was still on too.

His fingers hooked into my panties and he dragged them down, leaving me completely naked, leaning in to me. I brushed my lips against his and pulled away, smiling, doing just the same again and then again, I loved playing the teasing game.

“Hell no,” he muttered, guiding me by the nape, crashing his lips against mine, his desperate hands skimming all over my body, “I wanna have you from behind,” he gasped between the kisses, “Can I?”

“Mhm,” my eyelids were heavy, need coiling in my stomach. He swiftly spun me around and made me bend over the counter, stroking himself, his hand weighing my back down.

The tip of his cock nudged my slit, making me swallow harshly, “Fuck,” I moaned at the fullness as he slid inside in one push, burying himself to the hilt, his groans breaking out, overlapping with mine.

“Oh, that felt good,” he breathed out, moving his hips back and forth, gripping my ass cheeks painfully, holding me in place as he thrusted harder. My hands reached behind, searching for his hips, his stomach, I tried to hold onto something but couldn’t make a grab because of the forceful snap of his hips. I didn’t mind it, I loved the way he fucked me. Suddenly his hand seized my wrists, pinning them behind my back. He had me fully at his mercy and that shit turned me on even more.

“Feeling good?” he choked out, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he lengthened his strokes, our skin slapping against each other’s, the air turning thick with heat and sweat and the smell of sex and alcohol.

“Yes,” I whined, pushing my forehead into the wooden surface, panting, clenching him inside me, pushing my ass back to meet his movement.

“Such a sweet thing you are,” he growled, “All for me,” he freed my wrists, pulling me up, his chest hugging my back, his palms heavy on my boobs, kneading and pinching, eliciting more cries from me. His lips found their way to my neck, veering to my shoulder as he muffled his own sounds of pleasure against my skin.

A jolt of electricity ran through my body when I felt his thumb pressing my clit, my head went back to rest on his shoulder as I desperately tried to catch my breath, my head dizzy, my pussy clenching around him, “JJ—“ I moaned, locking in a long spasm, my hips shaking unable to hold me still.

“Fuck yes, give it up to me,” he caught me and held me, his own movements getting sloppier as I shook in his hands, a moaning mess, clinging to his body.

“Cum inside,” I managed, still panting, gripping his hips, feeling his muscles tighten under the pads of my fingers.

A throaty growl rumbled in my ear, his forehead dropped into the crook of my neck, his hair wet, tickled my skin as we pated in unison. I felt him twitch, thick warm liquid spilled inside, my body melted into his, weakened and fucked out.

He spun me around, a satisfied smile curling on his lips, “You’re something else, you know?” he whispered, tipping my chin up to kiss my lips, his palm flat on my waist, “I’m taking you to my house tonight and tomorrow and after that too.”

“Right,” I chuckled, “You don’t wanna ask me fist?”

“Would you mind?” he lifted a questioning eyebrow at me, a smile twisting on his lips, that damn dimple appearing on his face again.

“Not really," I shook my head, biting back a smile, taking in the mess we've created, "Floors first though."

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx #jj maybank smut #jj maybank imagine #jj outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank x you #jj mayback x reader #outer banks netflix

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works-of-heart · 2 months ago

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I've seen a lot of takes saying that Azriel is over Mor because of how he looks at Elain and wanted to taste her and fuck her. A lot of them quote saying because Az and Elain have had multiple glances between each other.

I truly do not believe that Az is over Mor, not in that healthy, I can walk away and wish her well kind of way, nor even in the "I'm sincerely in love with someone else, and do not think of Mor" kind of way.

Not only does Rhys challenge this by asking "what of Mor", but Azriel tells us all we need to know, by not answering. If he was well and truly over her, he would have told Rhys right then and there. But honestly? I don't think SJM is going to end 500 years of pining and longing off page where we don't even get to see both of them grow and accept this.

"But he wanted to beg on his knees for a taste of Elain!"

And? Even while Azriel was deeply pining for Mor, even while he had been in love with her, he had no shortage of lovers during those 500 years. Neither of them did, but Az certainly had his fun. Elain would be no different from any one of those previous lovers.

"He questioned his religion for Elain!"

He believed Mor was his mate, something he wanted dearly (because in this setting having a mate is the greatest gift of all) and for someone like Az, being gifted a mate would mean the world to him, especially after all he had been through. So imagine when the girl you've wanted for 500 years sleeps with everyone but you and avoids you. He even looked at Mor with heat and Yearning in his eyes so intense Feyre had to look away and Elain was right there.

Mor wasn't giving him the validation he longed for from her, but along comes Elain who gives him charged looks and brief hand brushes and suddenly Az is just over his 500 year long crush? I think it's far more likely that Azriel was just happy to have someone who seemed to want him, and as a bonus her sisters are mated to his closest friends, his brothers.

In that regard Az is saying why wasn't she given to him? The girl who seems to give him any kind of attention vs. Mor who avoided him. Why was she given to Lucien, when his brothers got her two sisters? Rhys called out out perfectly, he felt he deserved her being his mate.

Azriel in this moment isn't in love with Elain, he didn't bother to truly know her (I'm sorry sitting in a garden or listening to her talk while having little to no interest isn't knowing her), he doesn't show any kind of support in her abilities, (Scrying for the trove is a darkness she should not be exposed to), hell he even drew straws with Cassian to baby sit her so he could go to Hewn City. Other than naming her powers, Azriel doesn't really know Elain. He could not admit to Rhys that he was over Mor because he simply isn't.

Meanwhile when it came to Gwyn, we see how he approaches her is vastly different to his toxic thoughts of "the third was given to another". I'm not saying he fell in love with Gwyn in that moment, but SJM shows us how Azriel's interaction with her are very different.

From the way he was settled, their light banter, and the training lessons he gives her, it's like you can see easily that he was objectifying Elain while Gwyn's company is light and easy. It really does say something when he got the necklace for Elain but gave it to gwyn, and only with Gwyn did he think about her teal eyes lighting up upon receiving it. Thinking about her getting that gift made him smile to the point he had to force himself to erase the smile and shove that image down in his chest. Not once did he think about how Elain would smile and light up getting his gift, the only time he thinks about her face is when he's jerking it... how romantic.

And to those who say he didn't care at all about Gwyn when she was thrown into the BR, his siphons flared and his shadows deepened. Knowing his shadows are a part of him and react to him, and his siphons reacting to him as well, I think there's plenty to say. Even then he believed in her, just like he did in the ring when she cut the ribbon.

As much as I believe that Gwynriel is endgame, I think Az is going to have to really and truly deal with his feelings on Mor. I think Gwyn takes him in a good direction, but this man has some not so savory traits that he has to deal with and come face to face with before he's ready to step into a healthy direction. So when Rhys asks him again, "what of Mor?" He can proudly answer that question without hesitation.

#acotar #elain archeron #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #gwyneth berdara #Gwynriel #acotar mor

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rin-the-cat · 10 months ago

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Spoilers for Star Trek: Prodigy

Why I'm fine with the J/C reunion, with gifs!

Ok, look. I've been shipping J/C for over twenty years at this point. Voyager was my first fandom and J/C was my first ship and maybe I'm in the minority here but I am fine with how they handled things... Because you have to remember at the end of the day this is a show written for kid and it is about the kids and a romantic relationship between two middle aged people is not going to be the priority... so we didn't get a kiss. Would it have been nice to get a kiss? Of course. But what we did get is:

This hug... like look at this... the way his closes his eye and rubs her back and leans his head a little closer head as it goes on...

And this is not a brief hug... the camera cuts away to Dal and Gwyn's reaction and to Noum and Tysess coming into the room then it cuts back and they are still hugging.

And even as they break a part they keep hanging on to each other and Chakotay says "I've thought about this moment for what feels like an eternity" like he spent all those years thinking about being reunited with his Kathryn... 😭 Plus she puts her hand on his chest and he's not even in a biobed (iykyk)

And then they look at each other like this...

and it's clear from the angle of Chakotay's arm here that he is still touching her

There's also the fact that pretty much any time Janeway, Chakotay, Dal and Gwyn are in the room together the camera will cut from J/C to Dal & Gwyn or from Dal & Gwyn to J/C associating J/C with the show's main romantic pairing... In this scene for example it cuts from J/C to Dal & Gwyn... and after Janeway and Chakotay look at each other in this shot, it cuts to Dal telling Gywn "What ever this reality throws at us, I'm glad I'm in this one with you."

And then there is this shot:

Where Janeway puts her hand on top of Chakotay's while they are literally framed by Gywn and Dal with Dal's personal log in voice over saying "maybe home isn't always a place, it's the people we trust the most."

To me this is "show don't tell" and the thing they are showing us is that these two are in love with each other. To me this is not subtle, this is not subtext. A kiss is not the only way to show that two characters are in love.

There's also the possibility that they were not already a romantic couple when Chakotay left with the Protostar and that it took this separation for them to acknowledge their feelings to themselves. (or possibly just for Janeway to acknowledge to herself how she felt about him, since I think Chakotay was already quite aware of how he felt about her.) That was my assumption all along and if that's the case, give them a chance to process and talk to each other.

Also Holo-Janeway looks so sad here... I'm sure she's happy for Chakotay that finally got home but she also knows she's lost him...😭

#star trek #star trek prodigy spoilers #star trek prodigy #j/c #janeway/chakotay

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faithlia · 4 months ago

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✰ english ins't my first language

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kind of friends to lovers.

a/n: this was a request for a sequel to something about you, however, this story doesn't tell much about what happened in its premise, although it has the same characters and their respective interests. also I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been very busy lately, but I hope you like it 💓

"you make me wanna falling in love" - sabrina carpenter.

I don't know how to react to this or how to talk about it. After a series of meaningless flirtations and arousal-ridden insistence, I have Matt sitting on my living room floor, pretending he knows how to put the puzzle together properly. It's what? Eleven o'clock at night? Maybe he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm intrigued and anxious about what might happen if he comes over to my place. He wants to fuck me, and I know it; I have no objections to it, just thoughts of endless possibilities. I mean, I can't help myself, hormones are high.

When we arrive, I thought he was going to grab me and I would forget everything to focus on the moment, but that's not what happened.

I grab two glasses of wine, taking them to him in short steps.

"Thanks", he says as he reaches for the drink. I sit a little closer to him, but on the couch, watching him sort the pieces out to line them up in their proper place.

“How long have you been putting this together?” he asks, pointing with his finger.

“I don’t know. I think it’s been about two days,” I say. I really don’t know where I got the patience to put together a puzzle with a thousand tiny pieces, but the idea seems brilliant. “It helps me relax,” I sigh. I drink some more wine and then find myself staring at the empty glass – like a professional drunk.

Seriously? You relax with that?" He downs the rest of his wine, looking at me with slanted eyes.

"Of course I do," I say, smiling like an idiot. It seems that half a glass of wine is enough for me to feel comfortable with each leg on either side of his body. He doesn't mind; in fact, he even drops his head back - right into my lap.

"I can't imagine you relaxing. You're always so anxious about everything." He looks at me with such serene eyes that I have to make sure that it's not a figment of my imagination and that his eyes and expression aren't the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

"I think I'm pretty relaxed now." It's not entirely a lie, but part of me feels like my heart is almost in my mouth. I bite my lip and dare to run my hands through his messy hair; it's soft, but at the same time it looks like he hasn't washed it. I don't think he's the kind of guy who spends time worrying about what products to put in his hair. It makes me want to wash his hair like he's a doll, which is kind of weird.

"Okay," he says. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling very comfortable, and I like that. Little by little, a feeling settles in my chest, and I don't think so much about what might happen. Of course, yes, I really want to kiss him, because his mouth is so attractive, and everything about him makes me surrender to a simple touch or a bold tilt.

Without thinking, I start to trace his face with the tip of my finger, delicately. He doesn't open his eyes and this allows me to be more evasive, pinching the tip of his nose lightly.

"Wow" I say, laughing.

"What is it?", he asks, still with his eyes closed, settling his head more into my lap.

"It's just... Have you noticed that your nose is really big?", I think I'm drunk because this is the first time I've said something about his appearance. It's not an insult, but rather something that has always strangely attracted me to him.

Contrary to what I thought, Matt laughed.

"Fuck you", he says. I lean a little closer to his face and say, "I like it. I find it quite... useful." I smack my lips and Matt opens his eyes. Damn, again those damn eyes so beautiful they look like they're going to eat me alive.

Now everything seems sneaky. He whispers to me, "Really?", knowing exactly what I mean. And before I can say anything else, he pulls my head down and kisses me. It's a sloppy kiss, but neither of us cares. He caresses the back of my neck and lifts his body up to take my lips. The feeling of his mouth on mine is delicious. I feel like I'm Spider-Man wearing pink panties

Matt lets out a moan and it drives me crazy. I pull away from him from the discomfort of being so bent over.

"That was our first kiss", I point out.

"Yeah" he nods, turning to face me — still between my legs. "Was it good?" he asks, so relaxed that it makes me comfortable with what we just did.

I lick my lips and say "Yeah" too, but the sound is more like a moan.

"Do you want to do it again?" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do!", and that's absolutely true. "But I know where this is going," I think out loud. For some reason, I'm not reluctant to tell him what I'm thinking. Maybe the nervousness went away when I started drinking, and that's fine with me. I like to tell him what I think and I don't think he minds. I think he likes being teased by my words – especially since I like it when he does it to me.

"What? Sex?", he gives me a wicked smile. And looks directly at my breasts.

"Yes!", I lean back on the couch, feeling the softness of the upholstery. "And what's the problem, I thought you wanted it", he looks at me like a puppy. I move my hand to stroke his hair again.

"I don't know. Won't it be weird?" I ask, thinking about an idea that has crossed my mind many times.

"Why would it be weird?" he asks back and now we're playing this little game that I kind of like. I shrug and he's quiet for a while. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", he says, lowering his gaze to between my legs.

"Okay",I say it like I'm not dying to have him. I think he wants to eat me out and I wouldn't deny it, I'd just be annoying enough to make him tired of trying. "Are you upset?" I ask.

"This isn't the first time you've said no to me," I smile at that and he drags his hand up my thigh. "I want to wash your hair," I say and he rolls his eyes. "What? I really want to!"

"Do you want to give me a bath too?" I do, but I don't need to say it.

"Well, if it's to wash your hair..." I won't say it directly.

He shakes his head and sighs heavily, thinking about what to say, but before I do I reconsider. "But actually, I think it's better not to! I don't want you to get excited in the middle of everything," for a moment I regret what I said.

"Juno", he bites his lip, calling me.

"Hm?" I look at his mouth; it looks so soft.

"I've been hard for about two minutes now," I open and close my mouth, looking at the considerably large bulge in his pants. I don't know what to say. "Oh my God. I managed to shut your fucking mouth. Awesome!" he says as if it's the best thing in the world, but I don't take offense; he's said worse to me. With a little difficulty, he stands up and stretches his entire body with his back to me. I'm a little intimidated about what he's going to do; however, he sits down next to me and, at the same time, grabs a pillow to cover his "problem".

He doesn't say anything and I shift to get closer to him. Now, from how much I've played with his hair, he's slightly disheveled. "How are you going to fix this?" I ask, knowing he's going to give me an expected answer.

"Do you want to fix it for me?" Before I can answer, he kisses me, and this time with tongue, and it's so automatic that I gasp. He grabs my ass and squeezes the flesh hungrily. I moan into his mouth and he pulls me to sit on his lap – and I realize he's quickly removed the pillow, feeling the openness of the bulge. I'm not going to lie or be hypocrite; I've been wet for a while now. When he forces me against his cock, I feel my pussy throb – it feels so fucking good.

"Matt", I hold his face with both hands, almost crying. "I don't know if we should have sex now", I say, separating myself from his mouth and feeling a delicious longing as I move over his intimacy.

The truth is that, although I would like to have his mouth all over my body and his cock inside me, I'm insecure about everything. This concern invades my head when the realization that it's Matt who's there watching me moan like a whore on his lap. The fact that he's already seen my breasts weighs this stigma even more.

"Okay! I know you haven't had sex with guys in a while", it's true, but wait.

"How do you know that?", I frown.

"Because you tell me everything, idiot", he seals our lips quickly. Matt lowers his mouth to my neck, saying: "But at least let me eat you out or just suck your tits, or just watch you touch yourself; I would love that." He thrusts his hips against me, catching me off guard, making me gasp loudly with my mouth open.

I take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him: "I want to, I really do! I'm just a little insecure..." I look down, trying not to rub myself against him. "I shouldn't, because you're so hot! And you know that's true." He lifts my chin with his hand and bites my neck, biting until he reaches my cleavage, sticking his face in there. "And, fuck, I've seen those tits, and they're even more beautiful up close." He squeezes my breasts with his big hands, intensifying a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. "Do you want me to tell you about your pussy that's wetting my pants, too?" Matt looks at me, his eyes shining. It was true, I'm making a terrible mess.

Fuck.

"Do you still want to wash my hair?" Matt asks, with his naughtiest smile. I nod and he lifts me easily onto his lap and heads to the bathroom.

He's quick to take off my clothes and he's also quick to make me go crazy. He pushes me against the shower wall and kneels down to eat my pussy. I like the way he knows how to eat me and how grotesque he is in the sense of making a mess on his own face just to devour me. When he runs the tip of his nose over my clit and almost shoves his face inside me, he says in a very slurred voice: "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" and he takes saliva on the tip of his tongue to join my lubricated clit and satisfy me a little more. And, when I squirt on his face from the accumulated stimulation, he opens his mouth with his tongue out, swallowing everything, panting: "You're delicious, babe".

Matt is the kind of guy who likes to fuck dirty and knows how to be thirsty for it.

I swore every moment that he wouldn't fuck me tonight, but after cumming in his mouth and knowing how naughty he is, the urge got worse and he fucked me the way he wanted, moaning loudly that I take him well, that he would cum inside me and he didn't care at all and he did; I like how he keeps his words.

And you can bet that I really like the fact that he takes me to bed, still wet, and makes me sit on his sensitive cock with my back to him, murmuring how hot I am and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I don't bother to scream when he hits my sensitive spot. I love the way he starts to feel overwhelmed and whimpers in my ear; I aggravate my movements and grip the back of his neck tightly just to hear him closer. He cums inside me once more, both of us letting out moans from the sensitivity caused in our bodies. He masturbates my clit and I release myself too, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

The last thing I remember is being in his arms, and after that, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel unimaginably tired. Matt's eyes are open, sleepy; he says, "Good morning," and for me, talking at that moment is not an option. He kisses my forehead and smiles, touching my cheek, being so gentle.

"We weren't supposed to do this," I say, my voice unrecognizable. He presses his lips together and smacks, murmuring, "I know!" I sigh, stretching. "Do you want to do it again?" he asks.

Well.

No need to ask!

I must say that Matt and I fucked hard all day, in every possible position. And a few times, he asked me which ones I had tried; he was surprised by some of them.

He kissed me tenderly at each end, assuring me that it was very good. And surprisingly, after cumming on his cock so many times like a slut, I actually washed his hair when we showered – leaving it nice and wavy.

We finished putting the puzzle together – even though we argued a lot about where the pieces should go. He also felt motivated enough to tell me that he likes me since I started to feel comfortable insulting him, but that he finds me annoying and sometimes insufferable. I told him he was an idiot and teased him: “Does this turn you on, Matt?”

“Oh my god. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughs and kisses me and I know for sure that I want his touch for the rest of my life.

The End

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stanzo75 · 4 months ago

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hogsmeade date?<3

Storyline: George wants to ask y/n on a date to hogsmeade but is scared of rejection.

Background: y/n is in ron’s year, best friends with fred and george through ron. George has a HUGE crush on them, y/n likes him back but is better at containing it.

pairing: George Weasley x reader

(my requests are always open 🫶)

You are sitting in the common room with Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Neville, all talking about weekend plans. It was Ron who brought up the topic, asking everyone what they planned to do at hogsmeade. You hadn't gotten the chance to speak yet, everyone addin in their plans one by one. Harry was lucky enough to get Fred to agree to sneaking him in again, and you wondered why he said just Fred and not George as well. Usually those two did everything together, you would know, if they're not off causing trouble they're always at your side. Maybe George had something to do that day? You felt a pang of disappointment, you had wanted to ask him to accompany you during the trip. You pushed the confusion and disappointment down as you listened to everyone else speak. Hermione was going with Ginny to J. Pippin's potions shop with Ginny to restock on supplies for Snape's class and work out where to stop as they went. Ron was going to Zonko’s and honeydukes with Harry, once Harry arrived. Neville was insistent on making a strict schedule so he could visit The Magic Neep, Dogweed and Deathcap, Brood and Peck, while still leaving room to spend the rest of his time at Honeydukes. It was quite interesting to listen to Neville talk about those shops, you'd never cared much for plants or beasts but you admired Neville's interest in the subjects. Suddenly ron piped in, turning to you,

“What do you plan on doing?”

You had not yet realized you didn't know what to do anymore without George, and you didn't want to intrude on anyone else’s plans.

“I think i'll just sit at the three broomsticks” you reply quietly.

Surprisingly, Ron looks pleased and nods, quickly changing the topic.

Feeling left out, eventually you just get up to go roam the halls. As you're walking past the kitchens, Fred and George pop out, looking pleased. George seems to light up when he sees you, making his way over to you with a smile, Fred follows behind as he stuffs baked goods into his pockets.

“Hello gorgeous, what are you doing out here? Ron told me you'd be up in the common room with them.” he asks.

You don't want to admit the real reason you left so you reply with,

“It was getting too stuffy in there, I needed fresh air.”

Fred suddenly speaks up,

“I'm going off to see angelina!! George dont forget what we talked about”

You watch as fred moves a painting nearby and dips into the passageway behind it, it was the first secret passage george had ever shown you. You turn to George with a puzzled look.

“What is he talking about?”

George looks flustered for a moment before composing himself.

“It's nothing! I mean, its something stupid, nothing important”

He looks as if he's holding something back, but you don't pry.

“Want to uh, head up to my dorm with me? I've got new charms to try” he asks, looking hopeful.

You smile and nod, always happy to spend time with George, especially when he’s showing off new flashy charms he learned. As you enter the common room, your friends are all still chatting. When Ron spots the two of you he shoots George a questioning glance, and George shakes his head back. Ron groans and turns back to his conversation. That was weird, why are both ron AND fred being strange? Was George planning some extraordinary prank? Without you knowing? George awkwardly shrugs it off and gently grabs your hand to lead you away to his dorm. His hand felt so natural in yours, you're not even sure if he meant to do it. As you arrive in his dorm, you flop down on his bed, propping your head up with your hands to watch him.

“Why are Ron and Fred acting so weird?” you blurt out, curiosity taking over. He looks stunned for a moment, as if trying to come up with a believable response.

“Don't lie to me George,” you say sternly, noticing his brain working to fabricate a story, “does it have something to do with the trip to hogsmeade?”

It felt sort of stalkerish to ask that, but it had been picking at your mind ever since you learned of it.

He goes a deep shade of red, you couldn't tell if it was blush or anger, probably both.

“Which one of them told you?” he sounds a mixture of nervousness and anger, maybe a bit of sadness? You couldn't exactly tell.

“Tell me what?” you ask, clearly this was deeper than you thought. What did their secrecy have to do with you?

He hesitates for a moment, before asking “you actually don't know?”

“ know WHAT george? All I know is that Ron and Fred are being weird, and that Fred is helping Harry into Hogsmeade but for some reason you aren't this time. It just sounds to me like you are planning something stupid you don't want me to know about. What kind of prank are you planning george?” you say, watching him intensely.

He processes your words for a moment before sighing in relief, only for his shoulders to tense back up when he realizes he has to explain to you.

He walks over to the bed, sitting beside you as you sit up as well to face him.

“Listen, I wanted to ask you on a date to Hogsmeade and they've been pestering me about it ever since I mentioned it, but i havent had the courage to actually ask you. I understand if you say no, you're probably already busy with your friends anyways. I just thought it'd be easier to not ask rather than be rejected.” he says quietly, “just promise me this won't ruin our friendship, i can't lose you”

You sit still for a moment. Is this real? Is it finally happening?

He takes your silence as a no, and looks absolutely heartbroken, you can see his jaw clenching in an attempt not to cry.

“George,” you say softly, and he looks back at you, he looks as if he's preparing himself for bad news, “you should've asked me, i'd love to go with you”

His face lights up, his stress evidently melting away, “you mean it?”

“Of course I mean it! I wasn't even going with any friends, i was going to sit alone at the three broomsticks because i had been hoping you'd be there, but then i heard you weren't going with fred and i assumed you were going with someone else, or that you just didn't want to go” you explain. He smiles softly, “you know i'd never abandon you for someone else” he says, moving closer to you to look you in the eyes. You feel a warm surge spread through your body, completely endorsed in the smile on his face. You lean in instinctively, and in return you feel his lips pressing against yours, his hands moving to your hips. You kiss him for a few moments, but it feels like forever, you can feel your heart beating so hard it might explode, kissing him felt like fireworks. When the kiss is finally broken, he pulls away looking mesmerized, his cheeks turned a light red.

“I choose the shops we go into though” you say jokingly,

He chuckles and responds, “whatever you want, love”

#george weasley x y/n #george weasley x reader #george weasley angst #george weasley fic #george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley fluff #harry potter #ron weasley #fluff fic

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a-man-in-the-crowd · 3 months ago

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A Little Breakdown of the Will Misogyny Scene bc I Keep Laughing About It & Need an Outlet

this scene lives in my head rent-free like holy shit it had me in fucking hysterics 😭 AND LIKE I KNEW IT WAS COMING BC I WAS SCROLLING THROUGH TUMBLR BEFORE I GOT TO IT BUT IT DIDN'T MAKE IT ANY LESS HILARIOUS???

like genuinely there's so much i wanna talk about, it's both a really funny scene and also just like a super interesting scene that gives you a bit of insight into the dynamics of the characters, if that makes sense??

so here i am, going through this scene and 1) just fucking laughing my ass off bc i can never read this scene with a straight face and 2) trying to kinddaaa link it back to some sort of semi-meaningful analysis (though mostly this is just my excuse to ramble about a dumb scene that i am obsessed with for some dumb reason)

warning: non-sensical yapping about a short scene ahead

first of all the set-up to this scene

here, you can see a gay man decide, once and for all, he hates women!

okay but fr the way i see this moment is sorta re-establishing the competitive nature of ada and will's dynamic (at least in this section of the story where ada and monty are dating). obviously, this became apparent in the staircase scene where we see them constantly bickering, but i'd say this is the first we're seeing them genuinely compete for monty's attention/affection.

ada at first gets the 'upper hand' (in reality, neither can really, monty's too out of it to even pretend to give a shit about either of them) by doting on him like a loving girlfriend, tucking him in and everything, and will is just. idk. disgusted by straight people (same, will, same /j). he definitely sees this as ada trying her hand at stealing monty away — and he's kinda right. whether or not she actually is doesn't matter, because this isn't really about monty, except it is?? i'll probably talk more about this some other time, but both ada and will care more about the love that monty is dangling over their heads more than him.

at least, that's my take so far.

anyways, basically this is a game, and ada's just had her turn and she has the advantage of monty being awake. it's will's turn now and he decides to win monty's favour by...

that.

so outside of the very obvious comedy of will very awkwardly and randomly going "women ☕️" (like genuinely i don't think he knows what the fuck he's talking about), something that gets me about this is how CONFUSED monty is. there's a pretty high chance he's confused because of the painkillers in his system, but i'm of the belief that the funnier interpretation is always the better one so...

i like to imagine he's confused for the same reason the audience probably is — that being, will, what the fuck? monty's reaction definitely does have a similar vibe to when will told him he was praying, so i don't think it's a stretch. it'd also confirm that this is a really out of the blue rant for will to go on, something that can be inferred from how awkward and ada-specific his rant is. if he has beliefs that are even slightly similar to what he's saying, he's definitely never expressed them before judging by how nervous he is about it.

though, you know what is in character for will? spewing absolute bullshit, hence why monty's only response is 'sure, will' before going to sleep (that, and the fact he's really tired and barely has any blood in him, seriously it's a surprise he didn't die 😭)

speaking of which. notice how, despite being loopy from the painkillers and blood loss, monty still manages to remember will's name. i can't tell if it's because he's known will longer and therefore is more used to his presence, he cares a bit more for will than he does ada (and there is evidence he gives a tiny bit of a shit about will. though he might for ada as well, we haven't seen much of those two), or that will is a man and therefore worthy of a bit more respect in monty's eyes (something i am NOT ruling out when considering the differences between ada/monty and will/monty). i think it's an interesting detail, though i'm not sure how much it'll get elaborated on.

ada might have the advantage of being monty's most recent fancy (albeit, for reasons definitely related to ada's spectre) but will has the advantage offff... whatever the hell got monty to remember his name of all things

okay so i've already listed my reasons for believing will is spewing bullshit to suck up to monty but i just wanted to pipe in my own personal experience with this sorta behaviour.

i'm trans, right? specifically transmasc and hooolyyy shit did this rant unlock some EMBARRASSING memories of me trying to mimick how i thought men saw women ☠️ he's just like me in the WORST way possible and i can't help but laugh at it he is SUCH a loser

i don't think will is trans, that's not a headcanon i have of him (though i do have that hc for pluto bc well... look at him), but i DO think he's gay (one of the preview images for the locked episodes has him blushing behind monty and i am VERY confident in my idea of what he's blushing for) and at the very least tried to excuse his disinterest in women with shit like this. this is the exact kind of behaviour from a guy who is desperately trying to hide his queerness by being an asshole to women (newsflash, you don't have to hate women to seem more masculine, but will is likely from an older time, i get 1800s vibes though i think 1930s makes a lot of sense too, so i suppose that was never a thought that could've occured to anyone)

i don't think that is specifically the motivator behind this specific rant, in this case he is for sure doing it for monty, but i get the feeling he's pulling this shit from stuff he's maybe said in the past to hide his sexuality

another thing: i touched on this earlier but... most of the stuff will is saying is DEFINITELY directed at ada. i wouldn't be surprised if he's doing this on purpose, using this awkward forced misogyny as cover to insult ada (which isn't out of character, i wanna make a separate post about this but i find that will's 'real' method of meanness is less. outward? then, say, monty's. it's muttered, or condescending, or veiled behind something like what we see in this scene). judging ny ada's expression though, she DEFINITELY catches on.

i firmly believe ada wouldn't have been as aggressive had will not been insulting ada personally

oh yeah, a final little note on this section: anyone else feel like this has the same energy as when you're reading an old book and randomly get flashbanged with misogyny?? like lowkey idk if that was the vibe the creators were going for, but it definitely was giving those vibes. i got immediate flashbacks to when i was reading dracula and at least lime once a chapter they'd mention how mina was too ✨️ womanly ✨️ and ✨️ innocent ✨️ to be involved in the whole vampire situation. except worse bc will is just actively being malicious (which honestly makes this whole scene better, hate the misogyny but love me some will being mean bc it's hilarious every time)

and, how could i forget, the ABSOLUTE HYPOCRISY OF THIS STATEMENT I'M ACTUALLY IN HYSTERICS RN HOLY SHIT WILL 😭 big words coming from a guy whose main job is to copy other people like damn bro projecting much

i didn't mention it earlier bc it was cropped out, but further evidence of will purposely taking this as an opportunity to trash on ada is him looking DIRECTLY AT ADA I'M CACKLING THIS IS GOLD.

but this isn't where the goldmine ends because it all gets topped off by WILL REALIZING MONTY ISN'T AWAKE TO SAVE HIS DUMBASS AND THEN PROSPERO JUST NOPING OUT OF THIS WHOLE DISASTER

will, i love you, i am your number one apologist but... nah bro you did this to yourself you're on your own LMAO

i sincerely hope ada rocked his shit bc that was a hilariously pathetic display and will needs to learn the consequences of his actions (though, i was hoping getting beat by a crowbar would be enough to get it through his skull 😭)

anyways that's all i have to say about this scene for now, i feel like it's pretty easy to tell who my favourite character is. i swear i like the other characters, it's just that will had me in a chokehold the moment he appeared and the fact he has very little lore behind him makes me incredibly desperate for any crumbs i can get ☠️ i have wayyy more to say on will, but like i'd need to organize and gather myself if i actually wanna say anything meaningful

#will nevermore #montresor nevermore #ada nevermore #nevermore webtoon #i desperately want to yap about ada but i have nothing that rlly grabs me despite how much i love her #like her backstory was just revealed but it only rlly confirmed things i was expecting so i'm not sure #i don't have the analytical ability to figure out what time period she's from either i fear #same for pluto #i might try thinking of reasons for my trans pluto hc besides 'vibes' and 'he's just like me fr'#nevermore webcomic

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fangirl-writes · 3 months ago

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Insufferable

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Kissing, weed smoking, no swearing in this one surprisingly.

Request: Hi! I notice you haven't posted in while, so it's chill if you don't get to this request. I just really like your fics. I was wondering if you could write a JJ Maybank x Reader from the perspective of the Charleston episode in season 2? I was thinking J and reader are in a relationship already, and most of it's just them talking and bantering with Pope and Kie, and maybe cuddling/giggling/kissing on/in the truck? I think it'd be cute! Love your stuff!

Notes: This was fun. Usually these fics have more of the actual plot going on that I have to weave in and out of, but this one I was able to keep it to the one scene or so that was requested.

There were a lot of worse situations to be in.

Sitting in the back of Pope's dad's truck on the ferry on your way to Charleston and passing a blunt back and forth with JJ was pretty good, all things considered.

Pope and Kie were perched on the tailgate while you and JJ's backs were against the window.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" JJ said.

"You talking to me or the weed?" you joked.

"Oh, you're beautiful, too, baby," JJ joked back, blowing his smoke in your face.

You laughed, shoving him and stealing the blunt from between his fingers.

"Asshole," you said, affectionately.

"Can you two focus?" Pope said, frowning. "We're trying to clear John B.'s name here. And right now this letter's our best bet."

"Right. Stay on task," JJ said as you discreetly passed the blunt to Kiara. "That's why I love ya, Pope."

Kie took a hit before standing up and handing it to him. "Which Pope you gonna be today?"

Pope considered it for a moment, eyes darting between the blunt and Kiara's face. "I'm good."

He shifted back a little, folding his hands.

"I'm gonna try to stay focused."

"Good Pope," Kiara said, disappointedly taking another hit before passing you back the joint.

"Boring Pope," you joked.

"I'll take that," JJ said, reaching for the joint that you quickly pulled out of his reach.

Pope threw his legs over the side of the truck and hopped out of the bed, leaning against the side as you dangled it above JJ's head.

"Sit, boy! Speak!" you said.

"Arf!" JJ responded, biting at the joint like a dog vying for a treat.

You laughed, allowing him to grab it and scratching behind his ear playfully. "Good boy!"

"You two are disgusting," Kiara said, laying down on her back in the bed of the truck with her feet propped up on the side.

"You're just jealous," JJ said, inhaling deeply and opening his mouth to let the smoke fly out.

"Right, that's it," Kiara said, sarcastically, taking the joint and another hit.

JJ leaned over and began whispering in your ear, biting at your ear lobe a little, making you giggle.

"C'mon, baby, give me a kiss," JJ said, puckering his lips at you.

You and JJ were never shy about being affectionate, sometimes to the point of grossing the other pogues out if you got a little too lost in it.

But you were proud of your relationship with JJ and weren't afraid to show everyone who he belonged to.

Especially when tourons or kooks would leer at him at parties.

It was nice to walk up to JJ and kiss him square on the mouth and watch those other girls' jaws drop when JJ practically turned into a puddle at your feet.

You pecked his lips.

"Just because you've been such a good boy," you said, giggling.

Kiara was practically asleep and Pope had taken off on a walk somewhere, so you allowed JJ to kiss you a little harder for a moment.

"If you two are gonna suck face, could you at least have the decency to do it inside the truck?" Kiara asked, eyes still closed.

You snorted, pulling away from JJ with a laugh.

JJ smirked. "If we did that, you might not want to get back in it later."

You laughed harder and Kiara made a disgusted face before kicking JJ with her foot.

The bliss wouldn't last.

As always, the pogues encountered a bump in their road.

More specifically, Pope's dad's truck's radiator blew and they had to one: get it towed, two: get it fixed, and three: find someplace to crash for the night.

Which ended up being an empty patch of grass where they could park the truck and sleep in the bed.

Thankfully, Pope's dad kept the thing practically stuffed with blankets and towels you could lay out for a…reasonably comfortable sleep.

It wasn't a memory foam mattress or anything, but it wasn't so bad.

You cuddled up to JJ, laying your head on his chest and he put an arm around you.

"Looks like it's slumming it for you and me again, huh?" JJ mumbled, sliding his cap over his eyes.

You hummed. "Well, anything's better than that time you convinced me to sleep in the tree by John B.'s house. I had bark marks for a week."

"Yeah, that was my bad," JJ admitted, smiling a little.

"Doesn't beat the hammock, though," you said.

JJ hummed.

The hammocks that hung around the trees of the chateau were your and JJ's favorite cuddle spot, where you snuck out to whenever you could.

No funny business could go on in them though, unless you wanted to end up face down in the dirt…which may or may not have happened a time or two.

…What? Sometimes the two of you just can't keep your hands to yourselves.

You yawned.

"Good night everyone," Pope said, lying down.

You and JJ shared a look as Kiara leaned over and kissed Pope on the cheek.

"Good night," she said.

You snuggled a little closer to JJ and he tucked you carefully in his arms before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.

"Wonder where John B. and Sarah are right now," he said, before finally drifting off.

#jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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Congrats on 1000 you deserve 10000000 and I love you very many ♥️ for the requests:

J, mafia AU, smut, ring

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Thank you so much, I couldn't have made it without all of your lovely support. I'm so happy to have found you as a friend. Hope you enjoy my silly little Mafia AU!

Coup d'etat

Rated: E

Words: 999

Tags: Mafia AU; dark Eddie Munson; intrigue; blood and violence; bondage; nudity; explicit sexual content; consensual non-con

“Nice pool,” Eddie drawls, walking back from the patio into the house. “Could’ve made a bit more of an effort to clean it. I said to leave the place as you’d like to find it, Dick.”

Richard Harrington’s eyes scream bloody murder, but he doesn’t dare speak. Jeff and Frank have him flanked on either side, guns ready in their holsters, and Gareth is manning the door. Just a precaution. Harrington has been in the business for long enough to know he has lost. All of his most loyal henchmen are dead or on the run, and the more fickle ones have joined Eddie’s side.

“Aw, don’t pout.” Eddie pats the man's cheek jovially. “This is just how it works. Survival of the fittest and all that. Now, I believe that concludes our little tour of the house? Or am I forgetting something?”

Harrington’s face twitches. Jeff laughs and rolls his eyes.

“The bedroom, Eddie?”

“Ah, of course!” Eddie snaps his fingers, like he only just remembered. “Shall we, gentlemen?”

A giant bed dominates the far wall of the master bedroom. On the mattress, wrists tied to the headboard, is a boy. The soft, muted light glows off his naked skin.

“Ah,” Eddie mutters. “That’s what I’m talking about. Turns out you can follow directions.”

Harrington says nothing. The boy, who stopped tearing at his restraints when he heard the door open, stares at him with wide, panicked eyes.

“Dad? What- … Who are those people?”

Eddie coos. With a few long strides, he’s at the bed, sinking down onto the mattress. One of his hands finds the boy’s bare ankle, sliding up his leg to a firm, freckled thigh.

“Aw, darling. He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what? Leave me alone, perv!”

The boy tries to shy away from his touch, but he doesn’t get far, bound in place as he is. Eddie chuckles.

“Shhh, honey,” he scolds, cradling that pretty face with both hands. “It's okay. The name's Eddie, I work for your dad. Well, worked.”

The boy blinks at him, hazel eyes large and confused. Eddie laughs softly.

“See, the firm’s under new management. My management, to be more specific. I’m trying to keep it minimum bloodshed, so your old man’s gonna make himself scarce and I’ve agreed not to bother him. In return, I get to keep this fine house … and everything in it.”

Understanding dawns in those pretty eyes.

“No! Don't- don't touch me. Stay away from me.”

Eddie makes a soft shushing sound and wipes the first tears away as they spill over.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll take such good care of- wait a sec.”

Because one of his hands has just slipped up to the boy's temple, fingers carding through thick, chestnut hair - only to come away red and sticky. The boy flinches, but Eddie grabs his jaw, holding him in place so that he can comb his hair aside. There’s a large, bleeding bruise on his temple. For a moment, the only sound in the room is that of the boy's hitched breathing.

“Dick?” Eddie growls. “Explain this?”

“He fought back,” Harrington mutters defiantly. “What was I supposed-”

Eddie has him up against the wall, gun to his throat, before he can finish the sentence.

“Are you kidding me? Trying to slip me damaged goods? I should fucking kill you, you son of a-”

“Eddie,” Frank mutters. “C'mon, man.”

Eddie blinks.

“Right,” he says. “Get him out of my sight.”

Relief washes over Harrington’s face as the gun disappears from his throat - only to be replaced by incredulous horror a second later, when Eddie holds out his hand before his face, palm up.

“Go on, Dick. It's traditional, right? A sign of respect.”

Harrington growls. His hands curl into fists. Eddie smirks, raising an expectant eyebrow. Then, quickly, as if the touch will burn him, Harrington bows his head and kisses Eddie’s rings.

“Not so hard, was it?” Eddie calls after him as he is escorted out. The door clicks shut.

Eddie's smile slips.

“Shit, Stevie,” he breathes. He's back on the bed in an instant, tilting the boy's head with gentle fingers to look at the injury. “What'd you go and do that for? I told you not to fight.”

“And I told you it had to look convincing,” Steve retaliates. “Was I just supposed to let them tie me up and tear off my clothes and thank them for it?”

Eddie's mouth twists into a grin.

“We both know that's how you like it, honey.”

He leans in, claiming those plush lips for a long, filthy kiss. Steve puts up a brief symbolic struggle, but Eddie growls warningly and slips a hand between his legs, and his protests turn into the sweetest little moans. Eddie only allows them to part once they're both out of breath and Steve is starting to buck and grind in his hold.

“Everything went well, then?” Steve asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, and he needs to stop halfway through for another moan. “The- … the security codes all worked?”

“Flawlessly, you sly little minx,” Eddie murmurs. He bites down on the perfect stretch of that long throat, rolls Steve’s balls in his hand, and delights in the full-body shiver it gets him. “That old asshole didn’t know what hit him.”

Steve lets out a breathy laugh, rolling his hips to meet Eddie’s touch.

“Good. Now untie me, so we can celebrate.”

“Oh?” Eddie smirks, crawling further down and leaving a trail of biting kisses all over the soft skin of Steve’s chest and stomach. “But I am celebrating already.”

Steve groans. “Eddie, c’mon!”

“Ah-ah-ah, Stevie. There’s people out there who think I’m gonna ravage you tonight,” Eddie tuts, grabbing the boy’s twitching hips and blowing a warm stream of air on that pretty, flushed cock. Steve fucking mewls. The sound is like the sweetest music. “Be a good boy now. Gotta make it convincing, no?”

Part 2

More celebration ficlets

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midnight1nk · 3 months ago

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So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

looks like I owe everyone 4 bucks and a can of rizz soda 😔

... *record scratch*

OH HEY NOW WAIT A SECOND! This is the first time in a while that we got an episode with "SMG4:" in the title! and having peach's castle in the thumbnail?!

what. are. they. up. to. 🤔

(the following is my live reaction:)

oooh, what shenanigans are we up to now? and in Mario POV no less

FOUR IN HIS WOTFI OUTFIT AAAAA my boy 💙🥹

A DATE?! SINCE WHEN.... oh....

4... hun, don't tell me you drew her last minute for a date (same Mario same)

he really did the whole "I'm bi (myself)", just like me frfr

can't believe he would betray dasani like this smh /j

ARTHUR JUMPSCARE?! omg my childhood's coming back to me "That sign can't stop me because I can't read"

oh 3, you're on a date too? AND a fake girlfriend? what a coincidence... 🤔

somehow, all those smg34 fics that had 3 hosting a dinner date in his cafe are technically canon now, at least for 3's character (or has the Team been reading our fics oh god)

we even get a megari date? /silly

"JUST YOU WAIT, I'LL FIGURE IT OUT SOMEDAY YOU'LL SEE" I say as I get dragged into a mental asylum

OOF MARIO damn, I know you feel down but no need to do Luigi like that

oh hey E.Gadd! it's been a while huh

our lord and savior jesus, is that you?

well that's one way, very sweet (...depending on how you interpret death in this universe ofc)

PEAK SIBLING BEHAVIOR HELL YEAH

shit, we should've asked E.Gadd how to reverse that thing

*chokes on my coffee* HUH?! pause this episode right NOW, because I need to leave my room for a sec

...ok ok. can we talk about this? we're talking about this. alright so, let's start off with the basics: the fact that these two separately have a date with their inanimate objects and at one point, they decided to have a double date outside of the Showgrounds? no doubt all of the smg34 enjoyers are going to freak out about this one, I can hear it

Before I say anything else, why don't we put our smg34-tinted glasses (you got them on? cool):

Just this frame alone, I'm going to dissect this bit by bit. Look at 3's fake date: aside from being out of bombs, she's got a messy ponytail (bangs swayed to the right), big eyes, and a big smile. You got that? Now look at 4. I'll give you a second to take that in. You're back? Ok, because we're not done yet. Onto 4's fake date drawn digitally, appearance-wise, she's got straight and neat pigtails with bangs swayed to the left, calm/relaxed face. NOW look at 3. Their inanimate dates somehow mirror the other and likely this is their way of hiding insecurities/internal struggles (that includes whatever happens when they're TOO close to each other). Just by them being defensive about their own date/judging the other man's taste. Honestly, very in-character for both of them, it's simply how they are. I mean look at them, they're not even eating or chatting or looking at their dates. Just each other.

We unfortunately have to take these glasses off for a reason. Is it just me or does this whole thing feel strange? Not in the usual show shenanigans or the fact that this happened to begin with type of way. It just feels strange.

Usually with smg34 moments, there's purpose to their relationship. Even in the "Forced to Hold Hands" episode, though it was clearly fanservice, it establishes their relationship well in the obstacle course scene. Sure, they disagree, fight, get on each other's throats on some things but when the moment is dire or their goals align, they make a good team and chemistry. Their relationship grew from rough patches, at times realizing they needed each other (IGBP). Though they tease and banter, they still care for each other deep down. ALSO it was good foreshadowing to WOTFI '23 their dynamic and Guardian powers, and 3's notebook.

Basically "they're content with their lives on their own (even if they never met to begin with), but it's hard to imagine not having the other in the picture". That's why I can't imagine them being stereotypical lovey-dovey if they ever became a couple. Sure, it's cute but it's not them. Honestly, nothing would change between them for the most part, and that's totally fine by me.

That's why I find this moment strange because it doesn't carry the same energy as it had before. Instead of this scene being smg34 crumbs, it's more like "glitter splat on my face and being mildly blinded by it with confusion". Hopefully that makes sense, maybe that's just me. But anyway, we gotta move on.

I'M GOING TO KILL YOU... AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN (alfred always giving out the best of lines)

why do i hear boss music?

I know right, at least E.Gadd got it under control

I guess we can't say the word spaghet— AW SHIT THEY'RE RIGHT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE

STOP THEM WITH WHAT? OH C'MON

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

THE POWER OF THE 4TH WALL *waves at my laptop screen reflection*

oh wait hold up the animation style changed, 4's so bouncy *squishes him like playdoh*

*PV arc war flashbacks ensue* huh, what are we doing again? oh right Luigi

3 what on earth are you talking about?! You met the 4th wall a few times now

also 4's silly and yet somehow creepy face he has here. i need you to blink, buddy, for my sake.

...also why did 4's voice sound weird? (Luke, this better be normal for my theorist's sake)

...FUCK

I never imagine a lythero ref in SMG4 but here we are :)

good question, 3. i can't believe you're the sane one here in this episode, even if you also did the fake date thing.

huh... well that looks familiar *looks at you unpleased through the screen*

It's funny to think how we the viewer or at least the camera person is the same height as the star trio

Luigi: "I've been traumatized" you're so real for that Luigi

FOUR YOU DIDN'T SWITCH IT NOOOOO

4: "Dude, seriously?" let's just give him a moment

"Clone" and "More Clone"? close enough, welcome back "why did I make a self-destruct button?"

CAN I GET A DATE?

I was gonna say, which ones were the OG's? Now we know.

👏👏👏 WELL SAID

"if you're watching this, you must be clinically depressed" 😀

Congrats to Cookie for your art being featured at the end credits🎉 we love to see it 💙 and based on one of my favorite episodes too? hell yeah

(...wait Team, why did you choose this one? what does that imply? Team? TEAM?)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Ok, I had a moment to think it over (and finish some biology).

I gotta say, this has been a pretty solid episode to see this Mario vs Wario dynamic. A rough start but I still enjoyed it. Hilarious moments and of course great animation (how many times have I not said that). A lot of the adorable faces made were by Shadow so applause to you bud for giving me this. And we got to see a more of Wiz' writing which is always a bonus, they have been going to a good streak so far! And I got to appreciate the Team putting 3 & 4 in their WOTFI suits, my absolute favorite matching outfits.

Now, come closer, can we talk about how strange this whole thing is?

The episode title is "SMG4:" now with no explanation by the Team after 56 episodes (44 episodes if we're only counting the main series) (also 44.... huh....) why now? Why this episode?

Change of thumbnail with one having Peach's Castle in the background, despite everyone knowing that it wasn't in the episode at all and is at the bottom of a monstrous pit (my moot managed to screenshot the YouTube glitch for me)

"Well, we can't exactly blame Ben. I'm sure it's whatever the Team wanted him to do for the thumbnail."

EXACTLY! The Team wanted him to add the Castle in just as it happened with the last episode's thumbnail with Mario. And we all know what Peach's Castle means.

(that boarded room again, curse that door)

4's Breaking the 4th Wall scenes (and 3 somehow not knowing what that is???)

(should we count 3 & 4's strange dates? maybe not)

Oh, and one more thing...

Chat, we might get goop!4 after all...

LET'S GOOOOOO🎉🎸🔥

Well, it turns out that the 3 & 4 scene really was glitter spat at my face just so it would distract us from what was REALLY going on, the Team is up to something. Hell, even my "for you" section was like "dude you have to focus on the mystery in hand" /silly

The hints we've gotten so far from the episodes and the Team, it has to be goop!4. And it all comes down to the Steam page, still waiting on that though.

We might have a "man on the inside"/failsafe route with 4 here, I've told you all it might. The Team is really testing us on this one, but we'll wait. Well, chat, I'll see you all in the next one, and remember: numbers go first!

*knowing smile :)*

...wait I still owe you all money and soda FUUUUU—

#smg4 #smg4 spoilers #ink reviews #smg34 #and some ramblings...#smg4 theory #GOOP!4 GOOP!4 GOOP!4

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dronebiscuitbat · 2 months ago

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Holy Shit! This was my first ever attempt at writing for MD that I found buried in the recycle bin of my notes! I wasn't happy with the characterization of them so I tossed it, and this is like a year old... but fuck it. Enjoy!

Some implications,t hough if you got through OITTB you'll be fine

Touch.

“Oh fuck me…” Uzi gasped as she took a look at N’s naked chassis for the first time. It wasn't a sexual thing. Rather a “N's tail busted against the wall and showered himself and his overcoat in acid” thing. But his accidental stupidity was the furthest thing from her mind now.

He had unhealed scars running up and down his body, normally that would only moderately worry her, he's a (while now docile) murder drone. He's bound to be cut up every now and again.

These were however, long claw marks that came from OTHER murder drones, and it had to have been consistent and often with his permanent scaring considering he regenerated a whole freaking head and it's not like his head came back the same off-grey color as his scars.

He turned to her. Unembarassed, which that didn't surprise her, he'd quite literally been an open book since they'd met. Dude had no concept of privacy and she was a little surprised this was the first time she was seeing him naked honestly. It wasn't like he had anything to see but armored plating, but it still made her visor flush with purple.

“Huh?” Was the only sound from him as he held his tail away from him, it was already regenerating, but was still leaking, so he'd dragged a plastic bucket over so it didn't eat through the metal flooring of her kitchen.

“You're covered in scars!” How? Don't you guys heal really fast?” Uzi suppressed the very-unlike-her urge to smother him in a hug, or maybe make him lick himself, that might have been more her style.

“Oh.” For once N didn't immediately sound off an explaination or reassure her worries. He did something far worse. He talked a little bit like herself.

“Don't worry about it, I'm a disassembly drone, we get hurt sometimes.”

He waved it off like it was no big deal, like those weren't totally claw marks running up the length of his sides like a bear had tried to climb him and more worryingly, across his CORE.

Nope. Uzi was not going to let N be like her today. Not when she felt her core stutter with worry and her CPU filled with horrific explanations of why N had so many scars.

Had he done it himself? Why? He wasn't so clumsy to be doing it on accident. Was it V? He did say he had a crush on her, maybe she was taking advantage? Using him as a scratching post? Was it J? Or was it another squad of drones?

“N. You regrew a head and didn’t scar. That had to have happened pretty often for them to be that visible.”

His tail had regenerated, slowly filling up with more nanite acid, but he wouldn't look at her, not all the way at least. His eyes went hollow for a moment.

Then he looked back up at her, a shy smile on his face.

“It… uh… I…” it looked like he couldn't figure out what to say, if he wanted to say anything at all.

And that's when Uzi's resolve broke, they'd been through so much together, prom, specifically, and that was wild. But here he was, being uncharacteristically speechless.

She went up to him slowly, ignoring the fact he was naked. And touched one of his scars, and seethed when she felt the indents where the claws had bitten into him.

“N…” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, and when she looked up she saw that he'd closed his eyes. Not his real ones, but the ones on his visor were squeezed shut.

“N, I don't want to force you to tell me anything. But I am worried about you.” She ran her fingers again over them, trying to gadge how he felt about it by his expression.

Her hands stilled, still on him but no longer moving. He slowly opened his eyes visor painted yellow and an unreadable expression on his face. His vents took in more air, causing him to pant slightly.

“N.” His name was spoken to him slightly more forcefully, but her hands were anything but, they went up to cup his face, her face dripped concen, he couldn't stop the purr that escaped him. Even if it made the both of their visors fill more with color.

“Uzi… I'm-I’m fine. I was used to it. It was a way I was useful.” He'd repeated what he'd told himself so many times that he'd truly started to belive it. He was eager to please, and if that meant bearing the brunt of J’s aggressive handling. Then he was glad to be useful.

He wanted to take back his words when Uzi suddenly looked horrified. Which wasn't want he wanted, if anything he wanted her to continue looking at her the way she was. He started to tremble. Oh no, he'd messed up again. Maybe Uzi could forgive him? She'd been so nice to him even after he'd almost showered her in acid.

“I uhm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. I-” His tail went limp, he hunched himself up to make himself look small, looking away, not making eye contact. trying his best not to tremble when the first hit connected- as it always did.

But it didn't, instead the worker drone pulled him down into a fierce hug, hooking her arms underneath his and gripping (or almost gripping, she couldn't quite reach.) his shoulders to pull him down into her.

He blinked before slowly coming down to her level, tension slowly waning from his shoulders as she rubbed circles into them. She was so gentle, so patient, he felt a sob lodge in his throat which he tried to push down.

“Please stay here tonight. I don't know if it was V or J, and you don't have to tell me. But please don't go back to the pod.” Her voice was strained, soft, and felt like heaven going into his audio receptors, he nodded, nuzzling into her neck like a puppy.

When she pulled away she was almost hesitant. Looking up and down his marred chassis before focusing on his face again. She pressed their visors together, causing the glass to click together. N had never seen his freind so distressed, and he felt guilty being the cause.

But he also felt good. Like, really good. He'd liked the way her fingers felt on him and the contrast between the drone now in front of him and the one who'd often pin him to the pod wall with or without warning.

“You aren't like J. You're really patient with me when I mess up.” The words were thick and uncomfortable on his synthetic tongue. Uzi looked up, she was being so uncharacteristically quiet that N was starting to suspect he'd done something wrong again, but this time he wasn't as scared, Uzi would tell him, it wasn't going to happen without warning.

“Thank you.” He then said, and he could almost feel her wince with her hands still around him. Oh… that wasn't what he wanted.

Uzi's heart had fucking shattered awhile ago, but somehow his thanks made it crumble into dust. He was thanking her for doing the bare minimum of giving a shit that her closest (and only) freind had been sexually abused on the regular.

“You don’t have to thank me for that buddy.” She smiled at him, actually, genuinely smiled. What the hell else was she going to do? She'd always treated N differently from all the other drones just because he reminded her of a golden retriever. Now? He was getting an Uzi with all the safety's on.

“Come on, I have a shirt you can borrow. Then we can watch some anime?” She tugged at his hand, leading him away from his overcoat in the kitchen and into her room. She tossed him a long shirt that she'd worn as pajamas once, a lilac one that read “My GF Thinks I'm Tall.”

He slipped it over his shoulders with minimal struggle, looking down at it and smiling before turning back up to her and smiling brighter.

Oh, she was totally letting him keep that if he wanted.

Uzi hummed and told him to turn around while she slipped off her clothes to change in her pajamas. N looked confused but did as he was told. She'd just seen him naked, what was the big deal?

But he was always eager to please and if Uzi wanted something out of him he'd do it. He heard her sigh, “Okay, you can turn around.” N whipped around excitedly, his tail wagging rapidly as he remembered how she looked in her prom dress.

All she was wearing was a black t-shirt that was so long it covered a good portion of her metallic legs, but N still felt his visor flush slightly, as her hair was down and out of her beanie, and it was quite a bit longer than he'd expected.

“Oh! Your hair is really pretty down.” He grins and that causes Uzi to blush, tangling a finger in one of her bangs and looking at the ground.

“Uh… thanks.” She still felt awkward at the revelation that had just occurred. And it had shook her pretty badly. But it wasn't like the feelings she'd been cursed with at prom were suddenly gone. If anything, they were now stronger.

N just laughed, his head bouncing to every corner of the room like he was trying to memorize it all while also trying to take everything in. It wasn't like this was the first time in here either, he was just… always happy.

And Fuck J had done everything but destroy his chassis and he was still smiling happily around her room like he wouldn't always carry that with him.

“Wanna tuck in and watch Illegally downloaded anime?” She asked, trying not to bum him out (if that was possible) by holding onto a smile for him. It was a lot harder than it seemed on the surface, expessially since she could still see his scars in her mind.

“Yeah!” He lept into her bed from the floor like a cat, the tail adding to the illusion. She climbed up behind him, only to have N grab her by the waist and plop her directly into his lap, smiling brightly even when Uzi had to catch her breath.

“What are we watching?” He hummed, tail flicking back and forth, dangerously close to the wall again, Uzi caught it and put it in her lap, causing a flinch from the drone behind her, though he relaxed when all she did was rest a hand on it.

“Hmm, we can start you off with some shorter series if you want. I've already seen most of these.” N just nodded along to everything she said, happy to please, happy to be of use just like before, only now he felt good about it. Uzi was good to him.

Uzi just sighed, she hopped he'd find some preferences of his own soon instead of just being interested in what she was. But what much was there to do in the pod anyway? Play with buttons that didn't work?

So mindlessly she picked one that she'd remembered to be short, and played it on a small screen attached to her bed, N was glued to it almost immediately, but she leaned back into his chest. More watching him than whatever was happening.

Ignoring her core pumping quickly at thier proximity, she relaxed, partly because he was warm and partly because he was almost using her as a stuffed animal, holding her every time anything happened that excited him. His arms were strong, safe, and seemed to have already perfected getting the pressure around her just right for her to start to doze off.

But when very loud, very aggressive snogging noises attacked her audio receptors, she was wrenched out of sleep mode in a panic. Eyes trained on the screen.

Okay, main characters making out, she'd forgotten that bit. But that meant she'd slept through almost three hours of anime and it was almost over. Blessedly, this was the first and only instance of it in this anime, but she probably should have been more careful with her selection.

She took a moment to look back up at N, who had relaxed into the crook of her neck, he was still paying attention, even if his visor was lit up in embarrassment.

“Want me to skip it?” Uzi’s voice cracked with sleep, a little bit gravely, N’s visor got a little bit brighter at her question, Uzi felt his fingers twitch. Huh, they were around her waist, resting on her stomach, she hadn't noticed that.

“Uhhh, not really, it's kinda been building towards this moment.” Hah, it tracked that N liked mushy stuff, and Uzi let out a breathy laugh into N's audio receptors, he felt his core startle-stop, and a shudder go down his neck.

“Eh, not into watching other people snog. You do you buddy.” She nestled back into the position she was in before, intending to go back into sleep-mode until it was over.

“Is that what they're doing? I thought she was trying to maul him but I couldn't figure out why.”

Uzi snort-laughed into the crook of his neck, sending pleasant vibrations up the disassembly drones spine, another shudder went down his neck.

Yeah the animation in the scene wasn’t the greatest. Uzi thought to herself, the creators had clearly run out of budget somewhere on the last two episodes.

“What's snogging?” He asked, waiting until the feeling in his gut went away to ask, Uzi hummed lightly, still underneath him, still half-asleep, if he contrentrated enough, he could feel her core hum.

“Just a cutesy term for kissing dummy.” She replied, which didn't answer his question because;

“I dont know what that means either.” And that caught her attention enough to make her fully awake.

Oh right, she was talking to N, her best freind, the same best freind who's sides looked like a scratching post.

And J hadn't even fucking kissed him either. Uzi was glad she'd killed the bitch. Twice.

“Well, it's what two people do if they really like each other. Not like, friendship like, but like…” She hummed, trying to explain something she'd not had experience with herself to someone who was essentially asking what an arm was.

“You said you have a crush on V? So like how you feel about her.” Ow, just a little bit of emotional self harm from the emo kid, nothing to see here.

“So she's not trying to steal his blood?” He asked and Uzi let out another snort-laugh, N was unintentionally appealing to her dark sense of humor.

“No, although that would admittedly be way more entertaining to watch.” Her eyes flicked back to the screen, damn, did these two need to breathe or what?

“I don't think V would be into this. She'd want to actually steal my blood instead.” Uzi couldn't help but shrug and nod, he was probably right, V didn't seem the type.

“I really like you.” He said slowly, making her nerves alight, it didn't help that he was right in her ear as he said it, still in the crook of her neck.

“I already said not in a friendship way…’ She didn't let herself hope he meant it like that, but she felt him grip her. It was his turn to blush. She felt him freeze, then his breath stuttered out, she heard his cooling system whir to life.

“I… I don't think it is.” Uzi stiffened, heart feeling too full, visor almost tearing up. She didn't say anything though, just took one of his hands and squeezed it. She felt a hundred different words and reactions bubble up at once, like crabs in a bucket it caused none of them to make their way out.

He didn’t say anything else, perhaps he was too nervous to. But Uzi did catch onto his tail slumping slightly and he started to move away. Uzi didn't let him, pressing harder against him so he couldn't.

“Stay.” Was all she said, holding his hand tightly. She couldn't bring herself to say anything else back, she was far too edgy and emotionally stunted for that. But she didn't want him to think that he was unwanted.

Because she did want him. Terribly, but her head was too fucked up to say it so she was trying to show it, through her actions rather than words she wouldn't know how to say.

N thankfully seemed to get her message as he settled back in behind her. Thank Robo-God she hadn't scared him off with her current timidness, she could possibly confess verbally someday, but thinking about that was on the verge of making her overheat.

And then after a pregnant period of silence where she could have sworn she heard his core thrum more loudly than normal; N kissed her neck. Well really he licked her neck, using way too much tongue for the simple gesture. But Uzi still knew what he was trying to do.

And despite the urge to scream, or perhaps pass out from overheating; she felt herself move her head out of the way to give him more room, giggling softly at the way his tail wagged at her acceptance.

It was such a girly, un-edgy giggle she wanted to curse herself. What the fuck was she doing?

“L-less tongue, more like you're biting.” And so his lips found her neck next and that made her squirm, one of her hands came up to press him down into her shoulder.

Teaching N how to kiss her neck was apparently what she was doing. And she couldn't quite get herself to be mad about it.

That's when her whimpers started, N was a good listener, and attentive, so whenever she'd give him any sign of enjoyment he'd try to do more, slow kissing turned to sucking and nipping, making the sounds out of the girl in front of him more intense.

He pulled his head away when she'd sounded breathless, a sweet chuckle bubbling off his lips as his tail curled around them both.

“Is it okay to bite?” He asked, he sounded out of breath as well. His voice was lower, taking on a gravel that seemed to include the parts of him that were slightly more murder bot-y.

“In general, or with me?” Uzi breathed out, anticipation ramping up, core beginning to spin to bring extra oil to where it needed to.

“You.” He whispered, one of his hands wandering up from her stomach to where her core was humming loudly. Causing a shudder to wrack down her spine suddenly.

“Bite me.”

At the command he did, sinking his fangs into her neck at an angle, sending her oil into his throat and making Uzi yelp, her hands instinctively shot up in self preservation, but N held them back with his arm, he held his position as she slowly relaxed, a low whine escaping her lips as pleasure took over pain.

“N…” She purred, there was something so primal about her in his mouth, he had every capacity to end her in a second. But she knew he wouldn't, even as he sucked a gulp of oil out of her and errors appeared on her visor.

Then he pulled back and licked until her neck stopped leaking, She felt him lick his lips from her oil, and then sigh in contentment.

“I've been wanting to do that for forever.” He explained, laughing slightly at her blissed out face, oil slightly dripping off his lips, he let her turn to face him, wrapping his arms around her back.

“Uzi? Did I go too far I-” She lunged up to kiss him, tangling her fingers in his hair. He whimpered, he hadn't even realized his hair was sensitive until she raked her fingers through it and he groaned.

He tried to keep pace with her, but he was inexperienced and the practice on her neck didn't help. Still Uzi continued to guide him, slowing down to his pace, her hands fluttering down his neck, drawing another groan from his lips.

One of his hands found the the small of her back and the other cupped her cheek. While one of Uzi's hands wandered under the shirt she'd given him and lightly touched his core.

He pulled away immediately, wincing, but holding her hand there as if he was fighting some internal programming. Uzi felt guilt hit her like a truck, she'd wanted to try and erase the pain, not bring it to the surface again.

She held him as his eyes were squeezed shut, his core stammer-starting and restarting. The guilt creeped deeper, and concern filled her visor.

It took a minute or two, but N looked back up at her, looking guilty himself.

“S-sorry, I wanted to, well I wanted to do a lot of things, like tell you how I feel. But I wanted to show you I was okay.” He drew circles into her hand that had remained on his core for the duration of his episode.

“I guess I wasn't as okay as I thought… sorry.” At his second apology Uzi sighed, and she used her free hand to cup his cheek.

“No, I'm way happier you stopped me. I definitely crossed a line…” Uh yeah! You freaking kissed him you idiot! I mean he had been making out with your neck but he did not give you consent to kiss him!

“You didn't. I wanted to.” N spoke that with confidence, some energy coming back into his voice as he was shaking off the trauma.

“I mean I was the one who took it that direction in the first place. Preeeeetty sure you'd rather die then admit you like me sooo…”

Oh, oh he was being a little shit. Calling her out like that. That wasn't cool, that wasn't cool at all.

“Well you're the robot equivalent of a golden retriever and I have a reputation to uphold, Bite me!”

“Already did, you're delicious.” He teased. Making all the venom in her voice dissolve. She blushed deeply, refusing to look at him.

“Sooo, when did you fall for me?” He asked, grinning. Making her want to spite him, she looked back at him, visor angry, but he had such an earnest look on his face, she frustratingly couldn't stay mad.

She thought back, when did she start feeling this way?

She'd always enjoyed Ns presence, he balanced her out when she was being too edgy and he had always known how to make things fun.

But it was prom. When he'd worn that suit and held her for the first time. When they'd danced and he'd taken so many scary hits for her, being nearly bisected in front of her and collapsing in a puddle of his own oil.

Yes, he had gotten back up. But it'd still scared the life out of her.

“P-prom.” She started. “I thought that fan blade had hit your core. I was so,so scared I was gonna lose you.”

N wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, maybe another “Bite me!” Or another type of “aggressive” deflection that lacked any true bite. He hadn't expected her honest answer, or how her face turned down in the same worry he'd seen that night.

“Same.” His gaze was soft, watching as another purple blush took over her face. Despite her best efforts to look tough, he quite literally saw her edge melt away at the way he was looking at her.

He knew what anger and aggression looked like, it looked like J, looming over him, telling him how useless he was while simultaneously using his body as a stress-ball. Getting herself off on his degredation.

Uzi liked to act aggressive, but in reality it was a shield for herself rather than a sword for others. N wouldn't deny she was tough as nails, but Uzi was undeniably sweet, she craved connection much like himself and right now he wished his first instinct when she touched him or when she was raising her defensive shield at him wasn't to submit, or to flee, or to try to appease someone that he knew deep down wouldn't intentually hurt him.

He wished it was love, something he had in spades and wanted to give but didn't want to be scarred again. Even if all signs pointing to Uzi being as gentle with his heart as he was to hers.

He hadn't realized he'd begun to tear up until he felt Uzi's forehead on his again, the same concerned expression he'd come to expect tonight, her hands on either side of his face.

He kissed her again, much more breifly, before capturing her in his embrace. Dragging her fully into his lap and encapsulating her entire being in his larger chassis.

“One day, when I can't remember what J looks like. I'll let you do whatever you want to me…” He whispered softly, making them both blush like mad. But he didn't backpedal or think Uzi was angry at him anymore. Because she was purring into him, touching his core just over his shirt.

“All I want to do is be good for you.” Now that didn't sound like Uzi, but at the same time it did. Because right now she was unarmoured and N felt so honored to have caused that. He kissed her forehead.

“You are.” Is all he replied with, the credits of the anime scrolling across his screen as he glanced at the screen.

He couldn't wait until he could give himself physically to her. But until he was ready she'd always have him like this, cuddling and holding her as sweetly as she wanted. He could give her that, at least.

They fell asleep like that, with Uzi's hands wrapped around his sides, over his scars.

He didn’t notice.

#murder drones #uzi doorman #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #n and uzi #old writing #literally my first attempt at writing for MD

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