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overadores · 1 day ago

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˗ˏˋ do you love me? ˎˊ˗ ★ daniela avanvini

"But I'm lettin' go"

pairing.ᐟ daniela avanzini x reader

about.ᐟ distance makes the heart grow fonder—at least, that’s what you told yourself every night before bed, clutching your phone like a lifeline. you trusted daniela with everything, never doubting her love for you, but trust is a fragile thing, and it shatters the moment you see a familiar name pop up in her messages.

genre.ᐟ heavy angst.

cw.ᐟ backburner, toxicity, manipulation, cheating

wc.ᐟ 1657 words

a/n.ᐟ idk what song to put cuz tbh been listening to niki's album nicole and billie's album on repeat sooo and yes i broke my own heart while writing this--just a little bit 🤏. (okay maybe listen to wildflower by billie eilish)

"I guess this is where we say goodbye"

Long distance was never your thing.

You had commitment issues, trust issues—the kind that made you second-guess everything, overanalyze every silence, every delayed reply. You always needed reassurance, needed to hear that your partner still cared, still loved you, still wanted you the same way they did in the beginning. It was never easy.

You tried it once. At first, it was everything. She messaged you constantly, called whenever you over thought things, reminded you over and over that she would never get tired of you, that she would love you endlessly. But it all fell apart a week before Christmas. The messages slowed, the calls stopped, the little 'I love you’s faded into nothing. You told yourself she was just busy. You kept up the routine—texting, calling, watching movies together, saying good mornings and goodnights—even when it felt like you were the only one trying. And then one night, you just… stopped. You got tired of waiting. Tired of hoping. Tired of being nothing more than a placeholder. And after that, you swore you’d never do it again.

Then Daniela happened.

Daniela was different.

She was everything you didn’t believe in anymore—steady, warm, patient. She took her time with you, learned every scar and every unhealed wound, held you like something fragile, something worth keeping. With Daniela, it wasn’t a question of if you could trust her. You just did. It felt like you had known her forever. Five weeks in, and you already saw your future with her. It was stupid, maybe, reckless even, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting her in ways you had never wanted anyone else.

In a month and a half, the two of you did everything—dates, road trips, late-night conversations, stolen kisses that felt like confessions; neither of you had the courage to speak aloud. And then, like some cruel joke, reality struck. Daniela had to go back to LA. Her mom needed her.

You couldn't ask her to stay. It wasn’t fair.

So you drove her to the airport, carried her suitcase to the terminal, and tried to pretend like your heart wasn’t breaking. When they called her flight, Daniela turned to you, cupped your face in her hands, wiped away a tear you didn’t realize had fallen.

“Darling, I’ll always call you. I’ll always message you.”

You nodded, swallowing back the fear clawing its way up your throat. You hugged her like it was the last time. It felt too soon to say the words that had been weighing on your tongue, but you needed her to know something, anything.

“I’ll miss you, my lover.”

It had been two weeks since she left, and at first, Daniela kept her promise. She called you every chance she got, texted even when she was exhausted, made you feel like you still mattered. But as time passed, the gaps between messages grew longer, the calls became shorter. You told yourself she was just busy. You trusted her. But the thoughts still crept in, whispering that maybe she had someone else, that maybe you were just a second option, something convenient for when she was lonely.

You wanted to tell her how you felt. You wanted to say that you were scared, that you didn’t feel like enough, that you hated how easy it was for her to forget you. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to be a burden. So instead, you let it fester, let it consume you until the weight of it pressed down on your chest every night.

Then, just as you were beginning to believe the distance would break you, Daniela told you she was coming back.

You met her at the airport, flowers in hand, heart in your throat. The second she saw you, she ran, arms wrapping around you, lips pressing against every inch of your face.

“I missed you so much, mi amor.”

God, how could you have ever doubted her?

That night, you took her to your first date spot, listened to her ramble about school, watched the way she smiled like she wasn’t carrying the weight of your world in her hands. And before you could stop yourself, the words slipped out.

“I love you.”

Daniela froze.

You panicked. “You don’t have to say it back, I just—I needed you to know.”

But she smiled, reached for your hand. “I love you too, mi amor.”

It should have been enough.

For a while, it was.

Then a moment your phone buzzed, the world cracked in half.

It was late—too late. Daniela had left hours ago, her perfume still lingering in the sheets, the ghost of her touch still pressed against your skin. You weren’t expecting a call, let alone from a number that, deep down, you already recognized.

You shouldn’t have picked up.

But you did.

And there it was. A voice you didn’t know, but words that felt like a knife to the ribs. A lazy chuckle, tinged with smugness. "Hey, is Daniela still there? She said she’d be home by now."

The air in your lungs turned to glass. "Who the fuck is this?"

A pause. Then, a slow realization from the other end. "Oh. You must be—well. I guess she didn’t tell you."

The call ended before you could demand more, before you could make sense of the hurricane tearing through your chest. Your hands were shaking, but you weren’t sure if it was from rage or the sheer weight of betrayal crashing down on you.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, staring at the wall like it held the answers. Your head was screaming at you to let it go—to wait, to be rational—but your body was already moving, already reaching for your keys. The road blurred past, your heart hammering against your ribs like it wanted out. By the time you reached her place, your knuckles were white against the steering wheel.

Daniela opened the door with that same easy smirk that used to unravel you. But tonight, it felt like poison.

"Babe," she purred, stepping closer. "What are you doing here?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you held up your phone, the call log glaring between you like a death sentence.

Her gaze flickered, just for a second, just enough for you to see the calculation. And then—

"Oh my god, are you seriously stalking my calls now? Jesus, you are so fucking insecure."

The dam inside you cracked wide open. "Don’t. Don’t fucking do that. Don’t turn this around on me. Who was he?"

She rolled her eyes, arms folding over her chest like she was the one exhausted. Like she was the one breaking. "It’s not what you think."

"Not what I think?" Your voice broke, raw and ugly. "Then tell me. Tell me why some random guy thinks you’re coming home to him. Explain it to me, Daniela. Make it make sense."

Her jaw clenched, but there it was—the flicker of something beneath the surface. Not guilt. Never guilt. Just irritation at being caught.

"Look, I was going to tell you," she sighed, running a hand through her hair like this was just another inconvenience. "But I knew you’d overreact. Just like this."

Something inside you shattered. "Overreact? Are you fucking kidding me? You were with him. You lied to me. You—"

"I didn’t lie," she snapped, voice sharp enough to slice skin. "I just didn’t tell you everything. There’s a difference."

The breath punched out of you. "That’s not—fuck, that’s not how this works."

Her lips curled, a cruel sort of amusement in her eyes. "Oh, so now you’re the expert on relationships? Please. You suffocate me, you know that? Always needing reassurance, always assuming the worst."

Your hands clenched at your sides. "I needed reassurance because you gave me reasons not to trust you. And I was right."

She laughed. Actually laughed. Like this was all some sick joke. "God, you’re exhausting. No wonder—"

She stopped. But it was too late.

No wonder, what?

No wonder he was an option?

No wonder she kept looking for something else?

No wonder she never really loved you the way you loved her?

Your breath came in sharp, ragged gulps, the air suddenly too thick, too heavy. "You know what? Fuck you, Daniela. I gave you everything. I loved you even when it hurt. Even when you made me feel like I was never enough. And this? This is how you repay me?"

For the first time, she hesitated. Just for a second. Just enough to give you hope, before she crushed it beneath her heel.

"Maybe you were never enough."

The words slammed into you like a bullet to the chest. And the worst part? She didn’t even say it with cruelty. Just indifference. Like it was the simplest truth in the world.

Like she had known it all along.

You stepped back, every part of you screaming, begging to fight for her. To make her see, to make her stay. But what was left to fight for? She wasn’t sorry. She wasn’t even sad.

She had never been yours to lose.

So you turned. Walked away, even as she called your name, even as your heart begged you to look back.

Because this time, you knew.

If you looked back, you’d never leave.

The silence you left behind is deafening.

And still, it’s not enough to drown out the sound of your heart breaking.

When the door closed behind you, the weight of it all crushed you.

You never answered her messages after that.

You never trusted love after that.

Maybe that’s why you don’t do long-distance relationships.

The trust was broken. The walls you spent years rebuilding had crumbled again. The heart you tried to mend had been torn apart once more.

Maybe you were meant to lose things.

Meant to watch people walk away.

Meant to feel the ache of being left behind.

Over and over again.

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hereforuconnwbb · 2 days ago

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Unexpected Halt - CHAPTER 3

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

~paige plays for uconn and azzi plays for stanford~

word count: 6.5k

warning: suggestive

hey yall heres chap 3 ! lemme know what u guys think of this chapter and what else u guys would like to see !!

also a side note i forgot to mention when i first started writing is that i dont write smut 🥴 but would write build ups and all that but yes just wanted to put that out there.

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The past few weeks had been… different.

At first, it had just been the occasional text. A good luck before a game, a did you land okay? after a flight. Normal things. Casual things.

But then the texts got longer. More frequent.

Late-night calls became routine—what started as quick check-ins turned into hours of talking about everything and nothing, voices growing softer as exhaustion crept in, neither one wanting to hang up first.

Paige found herself waiting for Azzi’s name to pop up on her screen, heart jumping just a little every time it did.

Azzi, on the other hand, had completely abandoned the idea of pretending she wasn’t always hoping for Paige’s name to appear in her notifications.

It wasn’t just that they talked. It was how they talked. The way they let each other in, the way they never ran out of things to say. The way silence between them never felt awkward, only comfortable.

And even though they hadn’t seen each other in person since that day, neither of them could deny it—

Something was happening between them.

Something that neither of them had put a name to yet, but neither of them wanted to stop.

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Paige didn’t even bother hiding her grin as she read the message on her phone.

Azzi: sooo technically you never answered my question last night

Paige: hmm? what question?

Azzi: don’t act like you don’t know.

Azzi: do u miss me or not?

Paige bit her lip, pretending to think before typing her response.

Paige: idk tbh… kinda hard to miss someone when u talk to them 24/7

Azzi: paige.

Paige: ok fine maybe just a little

Azzi: just a little? wow.

Paige: ok ok a lot whatever

“Dude. You’re literally the worst at hiding your feelings.”

Paige jumped, locking her phone as KK plopped down beside her on the couch.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Paige said, far too quickly.

KK snorted. “Oh, come on. You’ve been texting her all morning.”

Paige sighed, running a hand over her face. “I hate that you’re observant.”

KK smirked. “So. You gonna finally admit you’re down bad or…?”

Paige shot her a glare, but KK just wiggled her eyebrows.

“…Okay. Maybe I miss her.”

KK gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh, growth.”

Paige rolled her eyes, but the small smile on her face never left

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Azzi wasn’t trying to stare at her phone.

But when it lit up with another message, she barely heard a word of what Caroline was saying.

Caroline sighed. “You didn’t hear any of that, did you?”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Caroline just looked at her.

Azzi groaned. “I was listening.”

Caroline tilted her head. “Okay. Then what did I just say?”

Azzi opened her mouth—then shut it when she realized she had no idea.

Caroline smirked. “Exactly.”

Azzi slumped back in her chair. “…Okay, fine. I might’ve been a little distracted.”

Caroline laughed. “Yeah, no kidding. I swear, you and Paige are, like, the sappiest long-distance situationship I’ve ever witnessed.”

Azzi groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Please never say that again.”

Caroline grinned. “Okay, okay. But for real—when are you seeing her again?”

Azzi paused, thumb hovering over her phone.

“…I don’t know,” she admitted.

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “You guys haven’t talked about it?”

Azzi hesitated. “Not really. We kind of just… talk. Every night. About anything and everything.”

Caroline gave her a look. “And yet somehow not about when you’ll see each other next?”

Azzi sighed. “It’s just—” She bit her lip. “I guess I don’t want to rush it.”

Caroline softened. “That makes sense.”

Azzi nodded, glancing at her phone again.

Paige: be honest, how much do u miss me?

Azzi smiled.

Azzi: ...maybe just a little.

Paige: wow crazy i was thinking the same thing

Azzi shook her head, biting back a grin.

Maybe they hadn’t figured out the when yet, but one thing was for sure—

She really couldn’t wait to see her again.

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Azzi hated games like this.

The ones where every mistake clung to her skin, heavy and suffocating. The ones where no matter how hard she tried, it never felt like enough.

She had wanted this win—badly. Maybe that was the worst part. Knowing how much she wanted it and still walking away empty-handed.

The locker room had been quiet. Coach had spoken, but Azzi barely processed the words. Her teammates had tried to lift each other up, but all she could do was sit there, staring at the floor, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

She showered quickly, letting the water scald her skin, as if that could wash away the frustration bubbling under the surface.

By the time she was back in her sweats, hood pulled over her head, she had one goal: make it to her hotel room without talking to anyone.

She kept her head down through the lobby, barely noticing the scattered groups of players from other teams lingering near the elevators. Her chest tightened at the laughter and easy conversations she caught in passing.

That could’ve been us.

Once she finally reached her room, she shut the door behind her, exhaling slowly. The silence settled around her, thick and unmoving.

She kicked off her slides, sat on the edge of the bed, and—for the first time all night—glanced at her phone.

Her stomach twisted.

17 notifications.

All from Paige.

She hesitated before unlocking the screen.

Paige: damn tough game out there.

Paige: hello?

Missed call from Paige

Paige: yo, you good?

Paige: Az?

Missed call from Paige

Paige: game was rough ik but answer me smh

2 Missed calls from Paige

Paige: lowkey stressing me out here

2 Missed calls from Paige

Paige: just let me know ur alive damn

Missed call from Paige

Paige: AZZI.

Missed call from Paige

Paige: istg if you don’t answer in the next 5 min i’m facetiming you

Azzi swallowed. She hadn’t meant to ignore her. She just… hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone.

But Paige wasn’t just anyone.

Before she could overthink it, she opened their chat.

Azzi: sorry.

Azzi: im alive.

Paige: about damn time

Paige: u okay?

Azzi hesitated. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard. She could brush it off, say she was fine, pretend like this game wasn’t eating her alive.

Instead—

Azzi: not really.

Paige’s reply was instant.

Paige: call me?

Azzi closed her eyes for a second, exhaled, and pressed the button.

Paige picked up after the first ring.

“Hey,” she said, voice softer than before. “There you are.”

Azzi swallowed. “…Yeah.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Paige said. “But I’m here. Just so you know.”

Azzi let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

And finally, finally, she let herself lean into it.

The moment Azzi let herself relax, the exhaustion hit her all at once. She sank back against the headboard, gripping the phone a little tighter.

Paige stayed quiet, giving her time to breathe. The steady sound of her breathing on the other end of the line was grounding, a reminder that she wasn’t alone, no matter how much tonight made her feel like she was.

“I just—” Azzi finally started, then exhaled. “It sucked.”

Paige hummed in understanding. “Yeah.”

Azzi shut her eyes. “I felt off the whole game. Like I was a step behind, no matter what I did.”

“Azzi, you’re one of the hardest-working people I know,” Paige said. “One game isn’t gonna change that.”

Azzi swallowed. The words were comforting, but they didn’t shake the weight in her chest. “I know, but—”

“But it doesn’t feel that way right now,” Paige finished for her.

Azzi exhaled a small laugh, humorless but appreciative. “Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence before Paige spoke again, her voice softer now. “I watched.”

Azzi’s stomach flipped.

Paige had been watching her games for a while now, but something about hearing it out loud made her heart squeeze.

“You did?” she asked, voice quieter than before.

“Of course,” Paige said like it was obvious. “And I saw everything you’re mad at yourself for. The missed shots, the turnovers.” A slight pause. “But I also saw you fight through it. You didn’t quit. You still hit that pull-up late in the fourth, still got that steal when they were pressing. It wasn’t perfect, but you kept going. That’s what matters.”

Azzi’s throat tightened.

She tilted her head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling, letting Paige’s words settle into the spaces self-doubt had tried to fill.

“I just—” Azzi hesitated, then admitted, “I hate feeling like I let everyone down.”

Paige was quiet for a second, then said, “Okay, I’m gonna say something, and I need you to really hear me.”

Azzi let out a small, tired laugh. “That serious, huh?”

“Yes,” Paige said. “Listen to me. You didn’t let anyone down. One game doesn’t define you. You know that.”

Azzi’s fingers curled into the blanket. She did know that. But sometimes, knowing wasn’t enough.

She heard Paige sigh on the other end. “I get it, though,” she admitted. “The whole feeling like you have to be perfect thing.”

Azzi blinked. “You do?”

Paige let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Uh, yeah. You ever met me?”

That pulled an actual laugh from Azzi, small but real. “Fair point.”

“Look,” Paige continued, “I could sit here all night and tell you how amazing you are, but I know that’s not gonna make this feeling go away. So, instead, I’m gonna ask: what do you need right now?”

Azzi hesitated.

What did she need?

She wasn’t sure. The loss still stung, but the tightness in her chest had loosened just a little.

She wasn’t okay yet, but she didn’t feel like she was drowning anymore.

“…Can we just stay on the phone?” Azzi finally asked.

Paige smiled through the line. “Yeah, Az. We can do that.”

Azzi exhaled, finally letting the tension drain from her shoulders.

She curled into her pillow, closing her eyes as Paige started talking about something random—probably trying to distract her.

And as the night stretched on, Azzi let herself get lost in the sound of her voice.

She shifted onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. The exhaustion was still there, but sleep wouldn’t come. Not yet.

Paige was still on the other end of the call, her breathing steady, unhurried. It was comforting, the way she stayed—even when Azzi didn’t know what to say, even when she felt like nothing could pull her out of the mess in her own head.

“You still with me?” Paige asked after a beat, voice softer now.

Azzi nodded before realizing Paige couldn’t see her. “Yeah.”

A pause. “Wanna FaceTime?” Paige’s voice was casual, but there was something underneath it—like she wasn’t sure if Azzi would say yes.

Azzi hesitated. The thought of Paige seeing her like this, all quiet and worn down, made her stomach twist. But at the same time, there was a part of her that wanted it.

Wanted to see her.

“…Yeah,” she said finally.

Paige didn’t hesitate. Seconds later, Azzi’s phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call. She inhaled once before accepting.

And then there she was.

Paige was lying on her side, her head resting against her arm, hair a little messy from running her hand through it too many times. Her expression softened the second their eyes met through the screen.

“Hey,” Paige murmured.

Azzi swallowed. “Hey.”

Neither of them spoke for a second. The silence wasn’t awkward, just… charged.

Paige’s gaze flickered over Azzi’s face, like she was searching for something. “You okay?”

Azzi let out a quiet breath. “I will be.”

Paige smiled, just a little. “That’s all I need to hear.”

Another beat of silence.

Then Paige shifted, propping herself up on her elbow. “So,” she said, a teasing edge creeping into her tone. “How many edits of me have you watched tonight?”

Azzi groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “I knew you were gonna bring that up.”

Paige grinned. “I had to. It’s my favorite thing about you.”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “Your favorite thing?”

“Yup.” Paige’s expression was entirely too smug. “You, Azzi Fudd, secretly watching thirst edits of me.”

Azzi groaned again, rolling onto her side. “I regret ever telling you that.”

“No you don’t.” Paige’s voice was warm, teasing, but then it softened just slightly. “But seriously… I’m glad you told me. I like knowing the little things about you.”

Azzi felt her heart skip.

Paige’s gaze held hers, the teasing edge fading into something gentler. More sincere.

Azzi swallowed, suddenly feeling too warm. “You’re ridiculous.”

Paige grinned. “And yet, you love talking to me.”

Azzi sighed, rolling onto her back again. “Unfortunately.”

Paige let out a soft laugh. “Wanna know something?”

Azzi turned her head slightly. “What?”

“I was gonna text you tonight even if you hadn’t answered.” Paige exhaled through her nose. “Just… to check in.”

Azzi��s chest tightened.

She didn’t respond right away, just let the warmth of that truth settle in her ribs.

“Paige?” she murmured after a moment.

Paige hummed in question.

“…Thanks for staying up with me.”

Paige’s lips curled into something softer, smaller. “Always.”

Azzi pressed her lips together, glancing away for a second before meeting Paige’s gaze again.

It was quiet for a while after that. Neither of them spoke, but neither of them hung up, either.

And even though Azzi had felt lost just an hour ago, she wasn’t anymore.

Because Paige was still here.

Azzi shifted on her bed, adjusting the angle of her phone as she settled onto her side. Paige was still on the other end of the FaceTime call, lying on her stomach now, chin propped up on her forearm.

The glow from her screen made her eyes look softer, warmer. It was the kind of thing Azzi shouldn’t be noticing—but she did anyway.

Paige was watching her.

She always did.

“You’re staring,” Azzi murmured, voice quieter than she intended.

Paige didn’t even try to deny it. “Maybe.”

Azzi felt her pulse pick up.

The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t empty. It lingered, like something unspoken was sitting between them, waiting to tip over.

Paige was still watching her, her gaze slow and unhurried as it traced over Azzi’s face.

Azzi swallowed. “What?”

Paige’s lips twitched, like she was debating saying something. “You look cute.”

Azzi blinked, caught completely off guard.

“I—” Her brain short-circuited for a second, her fingers tightening around her phone. “Paige.”

Paige grinned at her reaction. “What?”

Azzi narrowed her eyes. “You’re messing with me.”

“I’m not,” Paige defended, but her voice had that teasing lilt that made Azzi suspect otherwise.

Still.

There was something in her eyes, something that made Azzi’s stomach flip—like maybe she wasn’t just teasing. Like maybe she meant it.

Azzi exhaled through her nose, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. “You’re impossible.”

Paige smirked. “And yet, you keep answering my calls.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she didn’t deny it.

She couldn’t.

Not when Paige was looking at her like that.

Another pause.

Then Paige shifted again, adjusting the phone so she was lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling before turning back to Azzi.

“I wish I was there,” she murmured.

Azzi’s breath caught.

She didn’t know why that sentence hit different than all the other things Paige had said tonight. Maybe it was the way her voice had dropped slightly, or the way she meant it.

“…Yeah?” Azzi found herself asking.

Paige hummed. “Yeah.”

Azzi’s fingers curled into her sheets.

She wasn’t sure what to say to that.

Because part of her wished the same thing.

She had spent the whole night feeling frustrated, disappointed, like nothing could pull her out of it. And yet here she was, feeling okay just because Paige was on the other side of the screen.

Azzi pressed her lips together, her pulse a little too loud in her ears.

Paige watched her, waiting, like she was giving her the space to say something.

Azzi hesitated—then took a breath.

“…I wish you were, too.”

The shift was slow—so slow it was almost unnoticeable.

But then Paige stretched, arms reaching above her head, hoodie riding up just enough to expose the toned lines of her stomach.

Azzi froze.

Her fingers tightened around her phone as her gaze betrayed her, flickering down for just a second too long before she forced herself to look away.

Paige smirked. She saw that.

“You okay over there?” Paige teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Azzi swallowed hard, shifting against her pillows. “Yeah. Fine.”

Paige hummed, rolling onto her side now, head propped up on her hand. Her hoodie was still askew, still exposing just enough to be distracting.

“You sure?” Paige pressed, lips twitching.

Azzi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. “I hate you.”

Paige chuckled, fingers toying absently with the hem of her hoodie. “No, you don’t.”

Azzi refused to look at her, because if she did, she knew Paige’s gaze would already be locked onto hers, teasing, taunting—daring her to admit exactly what she was thinking.

She should end the call.

She should.

But Paige was still watching her, waiting, her smirk fading into something deeper, something more dangerous.

Azzi’s pulse skipped.

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” Paige murmured, her voice lower now.

Azzi wet her lips, hesitating.

She shouldn’t.

She couldn’t.

“…I don’t think you wanna know.”

Paige’s eyes flickered. The challenge was clear.

She shifted again, stretching just slightly, her hoodie inching up even more before she finally let it settle back down.

Azzi clenched her jaw, dragging her gaze away.

Paige definitely noticed. Her smirk deepened.

“Try me.”

Azzi exhaled, closing her eyes for a second. She could still see Paige behind her eyelids, still picture the way she was lying there, teasing, tempting, waiting.

“…You’re doing this on purpose,” Azzi muttered.

Paige raised an eyebrow. “Doing what?”

Azzi inhaled sharply. “You know what.”

Paige’s fingers trailed lazily along her exposed skin before she let her hoodie fall back into place.

Azzi felt hot.

Paige’s voice dropped an octave. “…Maybe.”

The word sent something sharp and electric straight down Azzi’s spine.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Paige exhaled, rolling onto her back again, her fingers tapping idly against her stomach. “You should go to bed.”

Azzi almost laughed. “You’re the one keeping me up.”

Paige grinned. “I tend to have that effect.”

Azzi shook her head, but her stomach was still tight, her pulse still racing.

Neither of them hung up.

Neither of them wanted to.

And maybe that was the real problem.

The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was thick—charged, almost dangerous.

Azzi shifted against her pillows, gripping her phone a little tighter. She was trying to focus on anything else, but Paige wasn’t making it easy.

Not when she was lying there like that, fingers still resting against the exposed skin on her stomach, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Like she was waiting for Azzi to break.

Paige sighed dramatically, stretching again, her hoodie riding up even higher this time. The defined lines of her stomach flexed for just a moment before the fabric settled back down.

Azzi swallowed hard.

Paige definitely noticed.

The corner of her lips curled. “Something wrong?”

Azzi’s jaw tensed. “You’re so annoying.”

Paige smirked, rolling onto her side again, head propped up on her palm. “Am I?”

Azzi inhaled sharply, willing herself to look anywhere else. “Yes.”

Paige’s voice dropped just slightly. “Then why haven’t you hung up?”

Azzi’s pulse stuttered.

She couldn’t answer that.

Paige’s smirk deepened, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the hem of her hoodie. “That’s what I thought.”

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “You love hearing yourself talk, don’t you?”

Paige hummed, stretching again just for the hell of it. “Not as much as I love getting you flustered.”

Azzi knew she should end the call.

She should.

But her fingers stayed still.

And Paige kept pushing.

“Bet you’re all warm right now,” Paige mused, eyes flickering over Azzi’s face. “All worked up over nothing.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened. “Shut up.”

Paige grinned. “Make me.”

Azzi clenched her jaw.

Paige’s fingers traced absently over her stomach again. “Didn’t think so.”

Azzi inhaled through her nose. “You really need to go to sleep.”

Paige exhaled dramatically. “You really need to stop pretending you don’t like this.”

Azzi froze.

Paige saw it.

Her smirk softened, but her eyes? Darker now.

“…Tell me I’m wrong.”

Azzi couldn’t.

Her throat went dry, her entire body way too hot under the weight of Paige’s stare.

The silence stretched, thick with something neither of them wanted to name.

Then Paige exhaled, softer this time.

“…Once again, I wish I was there.”

Azzi’s fingers curled against her sheets.

She hesitated.

She shouldn’t say it.

She really shouldn’t.

But her voice betrayed her anyway.

“…Same P.”

Azzi wasn’t sure who was breathing harder, her or Paige, but she felt the shift, felt the weight of Paige’s words settling over her skin.

"Once again, I wish I was there."

Her fingers curled into her sheets, her heart thudding in her chest.

She shouldn’t have said it.

She shouldn’t have admitted she wanted Paige there too.

But she had.

And now there was no taking it back.

Paige’s eyes flickered through the screen, searching, waiting, her fingers still resting just under the hem of her hoodie, teasing—taunting.

Azzi swallowed hard.

“You’re quiet,” Paige murmured, her voice lower now, softer, but no less dangerous.

Azzi wet her lips. “So are you.”

Paige smirked, shifting onto her back again, the motion making her hoodie ride up just a little more, exposing another inch of skin.

Azzi felt the heat creep up her neck.

Paige noticed.

“Bet you’d be touching me if I was there,” Paige mused, her voice dripping with amusement.

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

Paige’s smirk deepened. “Wouldn’t you?”

Azzi exhaled, dragging a hand down her face. “You’re so full of yourself.”

Paige only grinned, fingers tracing along her own stomach in slow, lazy patterns. “You didn’t say no.”

Azzi squeezed her eyes shut for a second, her body too warm, her thoughts too loud.

This was dangerous.

Paige was dangerous.

And the worst part?

Azzi liked it.

“Why are you even like this?” Azzi muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Paige chuckled, her smirk softening just slightly. “Only with you.”

Azzi swore she felt that deep in her chest.

Her breath hitched.

Paige saw. The teasing faded—just a little.

Because this wasn’t just a game.

This was something else.

Something more.

Paige inhaled, slow, deliberate. “…Wish I could see you right now.”

Azzi’s fingers twitched against her blanket. “You are seeing me.”

Paige shook her head, her smirk turning into something softer. “Not like that.”

Azzi’s pulse skipped.

Paige didn’t elaborate.

She didn’t have to.

Because Azzi knew.

And suddenly, the space between them—the distance—felt unbearable.

Paige’s fingers were still absently tracing over the hem of her hoodie, her voice dropping just enough to make Azzi’s stomach flip.

“If I was there…” she started, voice slow, deliberate, watching Azzi carefully. “I wouldn’t just be looking at you through a screen.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige noticed.

“I’d be right next to you,” Paige continued, stretching lazily before shifting onto her side again, head propped up on her hand. “Close enough to touch.”

Azzi’s fingers curled even tighter against her blanket.

Paige’s smirk deepened. “Close enough to hear every little breath you take.”

Azzi swore her whole body tensed.

Paige’s voice softened, but the weight of it still pressed down on her. “I’d be able to feel how warm you get when I’m near.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

Paige let the silence stretch, eyes flickering over Azzi’s face like she was committing everything to memory.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“I’d have you right where I want you.”

Azzi inhaled sharply, her heart hammering in her chest.

Paige saw the way her lips parted, saw the way her fingers gripped at her blanket, and God, she loved it.

“What’s wrong?” Paige murmured, feigning innocence. “Cat got your tongue?”

Azzi clenched her jaw. “You’re—”

Paige raised a brow. “I’m what?”

Azzi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. “You know what.”

Paige grinned, shifting again, her hoodie riding up even more. “Say it.”

Azzi glared.

Paige’s voice dropped even lower. “Or do I have to come there and make you?”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

And Paige?

Paige was thriving.

“Bet you’d let me,” Paige mused, dragging a lazy finger along her exposed stomach. “Bet you’d want me to.”

Azzi squeezed her eyes shut for a second, way too aware of how warm her face felt, how warm her whole body felt.

Paige chuckled. “You’re not saying no.”

Azzi’s voice barely worked. “Paige.”

Paige smirked, loving the way her name sounded like that—desperate, pleading, like Azzi was barely holding it together.

“Yeah, baby?” she whispered.

Azzi’s breath caught.

And Paige knew she had her.

Azzi’s pulse was pounding, but if Paige thought she could keep all the control, she had another thing coming.

Azzi inhaled slowly, steadying herself before tilting her head, her eyes trailing down Paige’s sprawled-out frame. The hoodie bunched up, teasing a strip of toned stomach. The way she lounged there, completely unbothered, so damn confident.

Fine. Two could play this game.

Azzi let her voice drop, smooth and sultry. Intentional. “You talk a lot, Bueckers.” Her fingers skimmed along the thin strap of her tank top, dragging slowly. “But I don’t think you could actually handle me.”

Paige froze.

For the first time since this whole thing started, Azzi saw her fluster. It was subtle—the slight hitch in her breath, the way her fingers twitched against her stomach.

Azzi smirked. “What’s wrong?” She leaned in slightly, letting the strap slip just a little off her shoulder. “Cat got your tongue?”

Paige’s jaw clenched, her pupils blown.

Then she exhaled, slow and measured. “Azzi.”

It wasn’t a plea.

It was a warning.

Azzi only smiled, eyes dark. “Yes, baby?”

Paige swore. Low. Under her breath.

Then she moved, shifting up onto her elbow, hoodie slipping back down like she was finally regaining control.

Azzi wasn’t done.

She dragged a finger absently over her collarbone, tracing patterns along her skin, watching as Paige’s eyes followed the movement—hungry, locked in. “What’s the matter?” she mused, voice dripping with amusement. “Didn’t think I had it in me?”

Paige let out a quiet laugh, but it was strained, the sound tight.

Azzi loved it.

“You,” Paige exhaled, shaking her head. “Are so damn dangerous.”

Azzi licked her lips, leaning back. “You like it.”

Paige dragged a hand down her face, inhaling sharply. “I should not be watching you do that right now.”

Azzi arched a brow, her smirk widening. “Oh? And what should you be doing, then?”

Paige’s eyes flickered over her face, her lips, lower.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“Getting on a flight to come see you.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige saw it.

And just like that, the heat between them boiled over.

Azzi leaned back against her pillows, letting the strap of her tank top slide further down her shoulder, the fabric barely hanging on. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Her fingers played with the hem, teasing, dragging it up just slightly, revealing more of her toned stomach before letting it fall again. Paige’s eyes followed every movement, dark and hungry.

Azzi smirked. Easy.

“You’re quiet, Bueckers.” Her voice was smooth, slow—intentional. She let her fingers trail over her collarbone, brushing against the delicate skin like she wasn’t aware of the effect it had.Paige exhaled sharply, shifting where she lay, her hoodie now feeling way too hot for her own good.

“You think you’re funny,” Paige muttered, her voice slightly strained.

Azzi tilted her head, her smirk deepening. “I think you like watching.”

Paige’s jaw clenched, her fingers gripping the edge of her hoodie like she was physically stopping herself from doing something.

Azzi bit her lip. Oh, this was fun.

She exhaled, stretching her arms above her head, letting her tank top rise just enough to expose more of her stomach, the muscles there flexing slightly with the motion.

Paige swore under her breath.

Azzi hummed in satisfaction. “Something wrong?” she mused, her voice laced with amusement.

Paige dragged a hand down her face, inhaling deeply. “You’re a menace,” she muttered.

Azzi laughed softly, dragging her fingers down her own stomach, barely skimming the skin before settling just above the waistband of her shorts. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Paige’s eyes darkened.

“You’re lucky I’m not there right now,” she murmured, voice dropping low, controlled—dangerous.

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

She swallowed, but refused to let Paige win so easily. “Oh?” She dragged the strap of her tank top down further, her bare shoulder now fully exposed. “And what would you do if you were?”

Paige didn’t answer at first.

She stared.

Long, intense, like she was imagining it. Like she was holding herself back.

Then she exhaled, voice gravelly, thick with something heavier.

“I’d make you regret teasing me like this.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Paige saw it.

And that smirk—dangerous, cocky—spread across her lips.

Azzi was in trouble.

Her fingers stilled against her stomach, her breath catching at the heat in Paige’s voice. She swallowed, shifting slightly against the pillows, suddenly very aware of how much Paige was watching her.

But she wasn’t about to back down.

Her lips curled into something playful, challenging. “Oh yeah?” she murmured, voice just above a whisper, letting her fingers drift just a little lower, teasing the waistband of her shorts. “How, exactly?”

Paige exhaled sharply, jaw tightening.

Azzi smirked, tilting her head, running a slow hand up her exposed shoulder, tracing her own skin lightly—almost like she was imagining Paige’s hands instead.

“I mean,” she continued, dragging out her words, “I’m just lying here, all alone…” She let the sentence linger, her smirk growing as Paige shifted on her bed, visibly tense. “And you’re all the way over there.” She sighed dramatically. “Seems like a waste.”

Paige sat up a little, leaning toward the camera now, her gaze locked onto Azzi’s every move.

“You’re pushing it, Fudd,” Paige muttered, voice thick, dark.

Azzi loved this. She ran a hand through her hair, letting it fall slightly messier over her shoulder. “Oh, I know,” she whispered, fingers playing with the strap of her top again.

Paige groaned, rubbing a hand down her face like she was physically restraining herself. “You really wanna know what I’d do?” she muttered, voice edged with something dangerous.

Azzi swallowed, pulse pounding.

She nodded slowly.

Paige’s smirk returned—deadly.

“I’d start by pulling that little top right off of you,” Paige murmured, her voice low, controlled. “Since you clearly don’t know what to do with it.”

Azzi’s breath hitched.

Her fingers twitched at the hem of her shirt, a warmth spreading through her body she couldn’t ignore.

Paige saw it.

She grinned.

“Then,” Paige continued, “I’d pin you to that bed and make you pay for teasing me all night.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened, heat pooling low. She shifted against the pillows, her breathing suddenly uneven.

Paige laughed, slow and knowing.

“Oh, now you’re quiet?” Paige teased, voice dripping with amusement. “Where’d all that confidence go?”

Azzi glared, but it had no heat.

Paige chuckled again, watching her, taking in every little reaction, thriving off it. “I’d have you under me in seconds, Fudd,” she murmured, eyes hooded. “And you know it.”

Azzi let out a shaky breath, pulse hammering against her ribs.

She hated that Paige was winning.

So she took a breath, composed herself, and flipped the script.

She dragged a slow finger down her own stomach, teasing just beneath the waistband of her shorts. “That’s cute, Bueckers,” she purred, voice smooth, playful. “But I think you’re the one struggling here.”

Paige went silent.

Azzi smirked, victorious.

Then Paige leaned in, eyes dark, voice dropping into something that sent a shiver down Azzi’s spine.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Azzi’s breath caught, her teasing smirk faltering for just a second.

Paige’s lips curled.

Azzi’s breath was uneven, her fingers still lightly brushing over her stomach as Paige’s words settled in the air between them. The tension was thick, suffocating, stretching between them like an invisible pull that neither of them wanted to break.

Paige’s gaze was locked onto her, eyes dark and filled with something that made Azzi’s stomach twist. She wasn’t just playing around anymore—there was something real in the way she was looking at her, like she was imagining everything she wanted to do if she were there.

Azzi swallowed, forcing herself to keep control. She shifted slightly, letting her tank top slip further down her shoulder, just enough to tease, just enough to make Paige’s eyes flicker downward before dragging back up.

Paige exhaled slowly. Controlled. Barely.

“You’re dangerous,” Paige muttered, voice rough, thick.

Azzi smirked, her fingers ghosting over the strap of her top again. “You like it.”

Paige laughed, but it wasn’t light—it was dark, amused, edged with something that sent a spark straight through Azzi’s body.

“I do,” Paige admitted, leaning forward slightly. “A little too much.”

Azzi’s stomach tightened.

She shifted again, fingers lightly toying with the fabric of her shorts. “So, what are you gonna do about it?” she murmured, voice smooth, teasing.

Paige stilled.

Azzi swore she saw something flicker in her expression, something like restraint breaking, like she was right there, one second away from saying something that would completely wreck her.

And then—

BANG BANG BANG!

Azzi flinched, her entire body tensing as a loud knock slammed against her door.

“Azzi, are you awake?”

Caroline.

Azzi’s eyes widened.

She scrambled upright, yanking her tank top strap back onto her shoulder as if Caroline could somehow see her through the door.

Paige burst out laughing.

Azzi glared at the screen. “Shut up,” she hissed, her face burning.

Paige was grinning, smug, clearly thriving off the fact that Azzi had been just as affected. “Go on, Fudd,” she teased, voice still thick with amusement. “Your girl’s waiting.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, groaning under her breath before clearing her throat. “Yeah, I’m up,” she called toward the door, trying to sound normal.

“Oh alright,” Caroline replied. “We have an early lift in the morning, don’t stay up too late.”

Azzi clenched her jaw, nodding even though Caroline couldn’t see her. “Got it.”

Paige smirked through the screen. “Guess that’s my cue,” she murmured, voice still carrying a teasing lilt.

Azzi exhaled, shaking her head. “You’re so annoying.”

Paige just grinned. “You love it.”

Azzi didn’t respond.

Because she did.

Azzi sighed, running a hand down her face as she waited, listening for Caroline’s footsteps to fade away.

Paige, of course, was thriving off the whole situation, still smirking like she’d just won some unspoken battle. “Damn, Fudd,” she teased, tilting her head. “You looked real guilty just now.”

Azzi glared, though the heat in her cheeks refused to fade. “Because you were saying things you shouldn’t be saying,” she shot back, voice still a little breathless.

Paige leaned in slightly, her voice dropping again, teasing, but still carrying that edge that made Azzi shiver. “I wasn’t saying anything untrue, though.”

Azzi hated how fast her stomach flipped.

She rolled her eyes instead, trying to ignore the way her entire body still felt warm, charged from everything that had just happened.

“Anyway,” Azzi muttered, shifting under the covers and finally trying to relax, “I should sleep before someone else ruins my life.”

Paige chuckled, softer this time. “Fine, fine. I’ll let you off the hook.”

Azzi quirked a brow. “You’ll let me off the hook?”

Paige grinned. “Yeah, you were struggling there at the end.”

Azzi scoffed, opening her mouth to argue—

But then Paige yawned, stretching her arms above her head, her hoodie riding up just enough to expose her toned stomach.

Azzi froze.

It was so unfair.

Paige, completely unaware, sighed as she settled back against her pillows, rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Alright, Fudd,” she murmured, her voice softer now, heavier with exhaustion. “Get some sleep.”

Azzi swallowed, forcing herself to breathe and not stare at Paige’s abs like an idiot.

“Yeah,” she said, shifting under her covers, trying to focus on literally anything else. “You too.”

Paige smiled, soft, warm, the kind that made something ache in Azzi’s chest.

“Night, Az.”

Azzi hesitated, then smiled back. “Night, P.”

The call ended.

Azzi stared at the blank screen for a second, still feeling the lingering warmth of Paige’s voice, of everything they’d just said, almost said, wanted to say.

She exhaled, pressing her phone to her chest.

Yeah.

She was screwed.

Azzi lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, phone still pressed to her chest.

Her heart was still beating too fast, her skin still warm from—all of it. From the way Paige had looked at her, from the things she had said, from the way the air between them had shifted so suddenly.

One second, she was curled up, stressed, overwhelmed, the weight of the game pressing down on her. And then Paige had been there, steady, comforting, pulling her back up like she always did.

But then—

Azzi swallowed.

Then something changed.

It wasn’t just comfort anymore. It wasn’t just reassurance.

It was Paige looking at her like that.

It was her teasing back, pushing to see how far they’d go.

It was Paige’s voice, dipping lower, her words leaving heat in their wake.

Azzi curled into her pillow, exhaling sharply.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore. She didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t just that.

And that terrified her.

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Paige on the other hand tossed her phone onto the nightstand and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling.

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly, trying to steady the way her stomach was still twisting.

She hadn’t planned for that to happen. She’d called Azzi to comfort her. To check in. To make sure she wasn’t spiraling after the game.

Not to—

Paige groaned, rubbing a hand down her face.

Azzi had been so cute at first, all quiet and unsure, curled up under the covers. And Paige had been ready to just be there for her, to be soft, to say whatever Azzi needed to hear.

But then Azzi had teased back.

And it had flipped something in Paige’s brain, something she hadn’t been able to shut off.

Azzi, pushing her buttons. Azzi, letting her tank top slip just a little lower. Azzi, toying with her, testing her, waiting to see how far Paige would go.

Paige let out a shaky breath.

She had been so close to saying something reckless. To taking it too far.

And the worst part?

She wanted to.

She wanted more.

She had no idea where they were headed, but whatever this thing between them was?

It wasn’t slowing down.

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#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fics #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #wbb

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dokjas-lostselfpreservation · 2 hours ago

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oh wow you put it into words. i have been irritated about this for sO LONG OH MY GOD

I've been and I currently am in many fandoms and I love interacting with other fans but BY THE GODS the Alien Stage fandom is probably one of the worst because people seem so... illiterate?? In a sense that they can't comprehend characters and actions without having a "black and white" "good and bad" perspective

This is probably because ALNST is a "new" web series born in the Tiktok era where everyone in fandoms seems to be braindead (I blame americans for that, as always, especially teenagers who go around thinking they are some kind of moral police just because they have religious trauma or whatever and need to project their beliefs in others)

But yeah, in the ALNST fandom they can only go "Ivan bad bc kiss and choke Till bad" "Luka bad bc manipulate others bad" when literally THE ALIENS are the reason for all of this and why some characters were forced to act in a certain way (all the time they spend hating on those two characters can be spent hating on the aliens but no)

They are in a life or death competition created by the aliens where they only want to survive or save the opponent and you think the things they do on that deathly stage are THE WORST THINGS??

All the things Luka has done, Ivan's actions while sacrificing himself, Sua's sacrifice, Till's actions, Hyuna's words, Mizi's whole character's point are WAY DEEPER AND MORE COMPLICATED THAN "BAD" "GOOD" "PROBLEMATIC" "TOXIC" OR ANY OTHER WORD YOU LOVE USING JUST TO EXPOSE YOUR INABILITY TO HAVE A CRITICAL THOUGHT ON A MEDIA YOU CONSUME

I can't comprehend this level of immaturity I swear

#I've seen this mentality a lot on tik tok tbh #<– I'm glad i don't have tiktok here #and twt is like a war zone #<– that i can most definitely agree with #idk about tumblr since this app has different algorhitm sistem or smth #<– i feel like tumblr is limited to only that part of the fandom which can survive the atmosphere in here #since this app (from what i have noticed) has a very different set of people on it (in a positive sense)#or I'm just in my own bubble #<–lmaooo understandable

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halcyon-writings · 12 hours ago

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OMG MORE SINISTER MARK!! PLS! him realizing he actually cares about you and can't deal, responding to it with aggression towards you and he only gets more frustrated when you stay stoic 🤤 (smut if you do that?)

points @ sinister!mark, he gaf 😔

and thank you all sm for 2,000 followers! I'll make a proper post for it but for now i wanted to say thank you!

Slight cw for implied not-sfw things (I usually dont write smut on here but i tried dsjkfjdsk), it is not obviously pointed out but there is also a power dynamic here so also be mindful of that if such a thing makes you uncomfortable, sinister mark being weird about blood idk (he’s into it), Please be kind to yourself and read only what you feel comfortable doing so!

more sinister invincible fics (in the same-ish verse):

i • ii

nav.

Mark rarely sleeps. He claims to not need it, being a viltrumite and all that. But you see how his eyes droop, his words slurring as he yawns and poorly attempts to hide it.

His bare skin brushes against yours as he lounges on the soft sheets and pillows. His legs tangle with yours, another way for him to keep you where you are. Not like you could get up, given the grip of his arms around your waist. Your neck stings, smatterings of bruises and bites that you know you'll feel for days, are scattered about. There are most likely more scattered about your legs and thighs.

But the bruises and bites will heal in time, you supposed.

Even stirring causes him to wake, his eyes opening and simply looking. Watching, waiting. For what, exactly, you are uncertain. But his brow furrows as you sit up, legs swinging to the edge of the bed. The dim light of the sun peaks through the curtains.

"Where are you going?" He asks, eyes on the wall adjacent to the bed instead of on you, on your skin still so marked with bites and bruises.

You stretch your arms languidly, you open your mouth to speak, as you do, you shudder slightly at the tenderness of your throat, teeth shaped prints remain, even when you know he was holding back then. "Breakfast."

He watches as you dress, a shirt of his with the words that have already faded and leave just a shadow of a pattern. It was something he told you offhandedly, while he was pulling off your clothing, to wear more of his clothes instead. But it didn't feel so romantic when it had been after he quelled another rebellion.

Only that time, he had been more... reckless. More sloppy. A part of you credited that to the fact that just recently, he had fought and killed his father.

Certain differences between father and son had led to a violent fight, one that nearly killed you in the process. And so when Mark had returned to you dangling off of the ground, his father's hand wrapped around your neck as he squeezed while you glared down at the older viltrumite, he saw red.

How unfortunate that just when you were healing from it, does Mark all but drag you to bed. His teeth replace the grasp of Omni-Man’s hands. If you were anyone else, perhaps you’d even be afraid, that his teeth could tear out your throat, sinew and skin in his teeth.

You almost miss the way his eyes flutter at the taste of your blood when one bite leaves a particularly nasty break in your skin. How his breathing falters as euphoria strikes him.

If it wasn’t for the way his hips move in tandem with yours, you’d wince. Instead, you bare your throat for him even more.

He’s trembling, yet his hands are tight around your waist, hands gripping your hips in a way that you know will leave bruises too. You’re too preoccupied having a grand old time to notice (or care, his paranoia supplies). It only makes him worse.

There are teeth marks in a trail down your neck, to your clavicle, to your chest. Even then it is not enough for him to be satisfied.

“Don’t…” You hear, even with your ears ringing. “Don’t, don’t leave.”

Don’t die.

You let out a heavy breath. Your neck throbs from one bite left specifically. Yet his tongue laps at any blood, as though to soothe, or in an even rare chance, apologize.

As you look at his eyes, you’d think he hates you, despises you for making him feel so vulnerable like this. But then he kisses you.

He kisses you like a lover. He bites you like he is ready to devour you.

You think that both are one and the same.

#invincible x reader #invincible fic #mark grayson x reader #invincible imagine #sinister mark x reader #sinister invincible x reader #mark grayson x you #invincible x you #halcyon-writings.

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crustaceousfaggot · 1 day ago

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Some stairwell singing

#song is the Britten arrangement of The Last Rose of Summer #i actually really like the feeling of singing straight tone sometimes. but I never get to do it in performance #so I kinda just wanted to uhhhh chuck this out into the void. and Tumblr's as good a place as any ig #if you hear my intonation problems no you don't #if you hear my over-modified vowels no you don't #if you hear my support problems no you don't #if you know me irl and have heard me sing this song 10000001 times already NO YOU DON'T #I have other rep I promise. I just can never quit this song. Idk it hits different #singing tag #singing #benjamin britten #folk music #trad folk

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sayakae-ao3 · 2 days ago

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Today out of curiosity I checked my statistics and it turns out one of my fanfics has over 900 hundred subscribers and similar number of bookmarks (I think half of them is private which is fine) but on the last posted chapter I think only 5 people commented.

And sure, not all of those people who subscribed/bookmarked need to comment or leave a kudos, but I've been lowkey discouraged recently by how little engagement I had recently. I don't want to be entitled, and I write mostly to myself but I share my works for others, too. And I will continue writing for those wonderful readers who do comment but, I don't know, I just feel bad.

Once a reader wrote me a poem in their comment and I still remember it fondly. Another time a different reader made fanart to my fic. Those are wonderful moments that I will be cherished and which motivate me to keep going.

I don't read a lot, I prefer to write, but I started making sure that I comment on the stories I read or at least give kudos if I'm too drained for the day. It really isn't a lot and not every author responds to my comments but I just feel better knowing that I showed appreciation to the person who created a story that I loved.

Idk, fanfic writers are people like everyone else. Is it entitled of them to want to be assured that the work they pour into their stories is cherished and appreciated? I don't think so.

If you read the fic, leave the kudos. Leave a comment too, if possible. Just do it. It takes a few seconds of your time and it means the world to the writer.

Sincerely, me who just got told that my writing feels like watching a blockbuster movie. I don't care if they were sincere or not, I'll be thinking about that comment for the rest of my life and every time I feel bad about my art, I'll remember that someone once liked it.

#writing #fanfiction #ao3 writer #ao3 #I try to be positive #but sometimes it IS discouraging when barely anyone comments on a 6k chapter #i appreciate every comment I receive #even if it is just a heart emoji #because even that comment lets me know that someone enjoyed my work

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poprr · 2 days ago

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have been going on a huge art spree these past few days...many C.B. drawings and.timothy.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY RRARAAAAGGHHH

time for rambling

the for the costumes I did forr the different years of C.B....some of the costumes are based on specific caboose costumes from other versions

1963 is based on NZ caboose, 1973 is loosely based on the C.B. from that one really old Indian amateur production..and 1993 is just based on the later C.B. costumes 1990-92..makeup too

I also have a hc that before C.B. was converted to a caboose and also got his staple radio, his name was Rover... I don't know why,but I feel like it really fits I love it(technically, it's still his name but he just calls himself C.B. and everyone rolls with it.it's kind of a radio handle basically)

I ALSO have a hc for timothy since his death was the only one that was not outright stated among the three original ghosts, and in the later seasons him talking about queen matilda beheading people,and him being reasonably scared of her...I thought it would be a cool idea to make his cause of death getting beheaded.could cause like funny moments and stuff with his head falling off or shit like that idk,,thats just why i drew him with his neck kinda split looking like that

#starlight express #stex #cb the red caboose #fanart #olc starlight express #olc cb #stex1984 #i love them #i love him #yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes #rentaghost

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fungus-no69 · 10 hours ago

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DOL: The Visual Novel

aka. I Need to Nuke This Town!

Including many pcs from the pcverse!! (that i didn't draw.) Here you can interact with, potentially fight and get insane mental damage from desperate orphans in your area!

Coming out never

Inspired by this post!!!

Ummmm pcs included

Cain and Will: me

Yunie: @wreckowafer

Angel: @ladyofalabyrinth

Nico: @psychophanticpervert

#i think you can tell exactly where i burnt out #planned to draw more pcs but couldnt get around to it #maybe another time #will tumblr nuke my quality: a gamble #dol #dol pc #fungus.doodle #fungus.draw #cain the belligerent #will the exempt #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity pc #as always idk how people feel about being tagged so sorry in advance if you dont wanna be #this is going to be one of the worst vn experiences youve ever had in your life because there are a copious amount of routes #some of which you can only get after you get a different ending #also the skip button is hidden to make it even worse #its just horrendous #every interaction with angel is timed #also some characters react very intensely to specific traits the mc may have #this is essentially me being a nerd with my doll games #also you can die in this game #bc ik some pcs would genuinely kill you #i see yall #(affectionately)#dol: the visual novel #will's route is just him leading you on (probably accidentally) and then just going 'yeah um sorry i dont like you. or anyone actually.'#bedelias route is impossible to access if youre a man #ok i think thats enough tags

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brodyfoxxsmassivetits · 1 day ago

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matt and his girlfriend

sketch lol!!^

Did not MEAN to dodole them but I blinked a the beast took me over so yea whatever go free my mattuardo.. started thinking about them again

+unrelated old thing of preppy duin n emo matt cause...well I just wouldn't have any other reason to post them any other time

semi sorta ish suggestiv doodle underr cut

nothing explicit

#got the itch to draw them and i think their silly #no one tell eduardo matt called him his gf he'll freak out #bro is standing on his tippy toes MATT IS ALREADY TALLER THAN HIM whys he need heels on 😭😭#idk why its theese guys specifically who get the flower fits but it always is #mattuardo #ew matt #ew eduardo #shipsworld #call me if you get lost album coded lowk #strange gender freak and matt also #matt who is also a strange gender freak for...the record #matt unbothered and silly and happy meanwhile eduardo is just waiting for him to drop dead or ditch him #GRRR they need to .... touch their noses .togetgery...be...cute...THE PARASITES...#i like how people have like different ship names yhat aren't just the characters names put together #theese guys are like...Carlota De Cafe i feel #which is a sort of coffee cake with like cream in it ..thats cute i think #some1 remind me to draw them again later im certain i can crank more out #eduardo eddsworld #eddsworld eduardo #eddsworld #matt eddsworld

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holyblonded · 3 days ago

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ferrari red | azzi fudd x f1 driver! reader

pairings: azzi fudd x black!reader

summary: azzi battles with serious anxiety when she watches her girlfriend race for the first time. luckily, the team is there to make fun of her

warnings: fast cars(?), anxious thoughts(?), idk i’m trying y’all 😭

notes: justice for azzi fudd fics 😪

The air buzzes with excitement as the Las Vegas Strip glows neon against the night sky. The streets, normally filled with tourists and revelers, have been transformed into a high-octane racecourse, barricaded off for Formula 1's grand event.

You've been here before, it’s part of your world, after all, but tonight feels different. Tonight, Azzi is in the stands.

She's here with her teammates, all wide-eyed and buzzing with anticipation. UConn Women's Basketball is used to dominating on the court, but this is a different kind of spectacle entirely. The glamour, the roar of engines, the scent of burning rubber, it's intoxicating.

But Azzi, well she's a bundle of nerves.

You had been the one to suggest she bring the team. A once-in-a-lifetime experience, you'd said. Of course, Azzi had agreed, though now she's clearly second-guessing that decision as her teammates laugh and nudge her on their way into the paddock.

"Relax, Azzi. She's gonna be fine," Paige says, slinging an arm over Azzi's shoulder. She smirks knowingly, fully aware of how tightly Azzi's wound tonight.

"I know," Azzi replies quickly, too quickly, betraying the worry laced in her tone.

"She's in a Ferrari, Azzi," Nika chimes in with a grin, gesturing grandly at the sleek, scarlet cars lined up in the garages. "You know what that means? It means she's literally driving a rocket ship."

Azzi doesn't laugh. Instead, she looks out at the track, chewing her bottom lip. Her eyes scan every corner, searching for a glimpse of you.

You're already in the paddock, being fitted into your race suit, but you'd made sure Azzi and her team were taken care of. Top-tier hospitality, your family's suite overlooking the start-finish straight, complete with catered food and drinks, and, of course, paddock passes that let them wander through the garages and meet the drivers.

"Azzi, your girl hooked us up," Aubrey says, holding up her shiny red Ferrari lanyard with her name printed on it. "This is unreal."

Azzi forces a smile and nods, but the unease never leaves her.

"She always does," Azzi says softly.

The air buzzes with electricity as the Las Vegas Strip transforms into a playground for Formula 1. Neon lights shimmer against the night sky, reflecting off the polished cars that line the temporary racecourse. It's surreal, even for you, someone used to the spectacle of motorsport. But tonight isn't about just you. Tonight, Azzi is here.

She's sitting in the luxury suite above the paddock, a prime spot you'd arranged specifically for her and the UConn Women's Basketball team. You'd thought it was a great idea, giving Azzi and her teammates a top-tier experience at one of the most exciting races of the season. Now, as you glance toward the crowd and catch a glimpse of Azzi's tense expression, you're second-guessing yourself.

Her teammates, on the other hand, are having the time of their lives.

"This is crazy," Paige says, leaning over the glass railing to peer down at the track. "It's like... basketball but with engines. I think I'm obsessed already."

"Relax, Paige, you'd never fit in one of these cars," Nika jokes, snapping a photo of herself with the track behind her. "I mean, maybe if you scrunched up like a pretzel."

"Don't hate because I'm strong. It's a blessing," Paige shoots back, grinning.

Azzi doesn't join in the banter. She's sitting on the edge of a leather chair, her hands gripping the arms tightly, the Ferrari leather jacket she stole from your closet pulled snug over her frame. Her eyes flick to the large screen displaying the pre-race grid, then back to the track, searching for any sign of you.

"Azzi, relax," Aubrey says, plopping down beside her. "She's done this, what? Like, a million times? She'll be fine."

"Yeah, she's driving a Ferrari, for crying out loud," KK adds. "It's basically bulletproof. Plus, she's the best out there, right?"

Azzi nods absently, her lips pressed into a thin line.

"She's the best," she murmurs. "But that doesn't mean it's not dangerous."

Her teammates exchange a look, smirking as if they've cracked some unspoken secret. Paige leans closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Are you always this protective, or is this a girlfriend thing?"

Azzi's face turns hot, and she straightens up defensively. "I'm not protective. I'm just... aware of the risks."

"Sure," Nika teases. "You're so chill right now. Totally calm."

Azzi glares at her, but before she can respond, the screen flashes to a shot of the Ferrari garage. There you are, standing by your car, helmet under your arm, your race suit unzipped just enough to reveal the red-and-black fireproofs underneath. You're smiling, relaxed, but Azzi knows you too well to miss the determination in your eyes.

You glance up toward the stands, as if you know exactly where she's sitting, and give a small wave. The camera catches it, and Azzi's heart stutters.

"She waved!" Paige exclaims. "Azzi, that was for you, wasn't it?"

"No," Azzi says quickly, her face burning. "It was probably for... someone else."

"Oh, come on," Nika says, laughing. "You're literally in the VIP suite. Who else would it be for?"

Azzi groans, burying her face in her hands as the team dissolves into laughter.

The pre-race buildup is a flurry of activity, interviews, car preparations, last-minute strategy discussions. You move through it all with practiced ease, but every now and then, your thoughts drift to Azzi.

You catch glimpses of her in the suite as you walk past the paddock, her tall figure unmistakable. She's surrounded by her teammates, but her focus is entirely on you. She looks nervous, fidgeting with the hem of her hoodie as she watches the mechanics work on your car.

It makes your heart ache a little. You know Azzi worries about you, she always has. Even when you first started dating, she'd ask endless questions about the safety of your car, the precautions you took, the training you went through. You'd assured her a million times that Formula 1 is as safe as it's ever been, but the worry never fully leaves her.

Still, you know it comes from a place of love. And tonight, you're determined to make her proud.

"Focus," your race engineer says, breaking you out of your thoughts. "We've got a good strategy tonight. Let's make it count."

You nod, slipping into the focused mindset that's second nature to you now. But as you strap into your car and prepare for the race, you glance up at the suite one last time. Azzi is watching, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her lips moving as if she's whispering a prayer. For you, no doubt.

The roar of the engines is deafening as the cars line up on the grid. Azzi's heart pounds in time with the flashing red lights above the start-finish straight.

"Here we go," Aaliyah says, leaning forward in her seat.

The lights go out, and the cars launch forward in a blur of speed and sound. The suite erupts into cheers, but Azzi barely notices. Her eyes are glued to the screen, tracking your car as it weaves through the pack.

"She's in fifth," Paige says, her voice tinged with excitement. "That's a good start, right?"

"It's fine," Azzi mutters, though her knuckles are white as she grips the edge of her seat.

Lap after lap, you climb the ranks. A daring overtake into Turn 7 brings you up to fourth, and the suite explodes into cheers.

"She's fearless," Nika says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Does she always drive like this?"

"Yes," Azzi says, her voice tight. "And it's going to give me a heart attack."

Paige laughs, slinging an arm around Azzi's shoulders. "Relax, Az. She's got this. Look, she's about to take third—"

Azzi's breath catches as you dive into the corner, narrowly avoiding contact with the car ahead. When you emerge in third place, the suite erupts again.

"She's killing it!" Aubrey shouts.

"She's risking her life," Azzi mutters under her breath, though her heart swells with pride.

For you, the final laps are a blur of adrenaline. You've worked your way up to second, and the leader, Max Verstappen, looms just ahead. Your radio crackles with the voice of your race engineer, calm but urgent.

"You've got the pace. Wait for your moment."

You bide your time, staying close enough to pressure Max but not risking a reckless move. The tension is palpable as you approach the final laps, the crowd roaring with every pass.

Then, with two laps to go, your moment comes. The leader brakes a fraction too early into the chicane, and you seize the opportunity.

A perfect exit from the corner gives you the momentum you need to pull alongside on the straight. The cars are inches apart as you hurtle toward the next turn, but you hold your ground.

When you emerge in first place, the crowd goes wild.

"One more lap," your engineer says. "Keep it clean."

The final lap feels like an eternity, but when you cross the finish line, it's pure euphoria. The team erupts into cheers over the radio, and you scream in triumph, punching the air as you slow the car down.

But even in the midst of victory, your mind is on Azzi.

"She won!" Paige shouts, jumping to her feet.

The suite explodes into celebration, but Azzi can't move. She sits frozen, staring at the screen as you climb out of the car, your fists raised in victory.

"She freaking won!" Nika shouts, shaking Azzi's shoulders. "Your girl just won her home race! How are you not freaking out right now?"

Azzi blinks, then finally stands, her legs shaky. She watches as you run toward the barriers, your helmet already off, your curls a windswept mess.

Then you're there, climbing over the barrier and running straight for her.

You barely register the cameras, the crowd, or even your team as you sprint toward the suite. Azzi's already leaning over the railing, her eyes wide with disbelief.

You reach her, and she's laughing, tears in her eyes as you pull her into a hug. The world seems to fade away as you press your forehead against hers, your chest heaving from the adrenaline.

"You did it," she whispers, her voice shaking.

"I did," you reply, grinning.

And then you kiss her.

It's not a subtle kiss, no, it's a declaration, a celebration, a promise all in one. The cameras catch it, of course, and the suite erupts in cheers and wolf whistles.

When you finally pull away, Azzi's cheeks are flushed, but she's smiling brighter than you've ever seen.

"Well," she says, glancing at the cameras, "I guess this is a hard launch."

You laugh, pulling her in for another hug.

"About time," Paige calls from behind her, and the entire team bursts into laughter.

#azzi fudd x reader #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #azzi fudd #azzi x reader #azzi35 #female f1 driver #f1 x female driver

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