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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 3
paige x azzi (pazzi)
au fic!
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warning: language
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âYo, letâs go,â Aubrey called, tugging her hoodie on as she stepped into the hallway of their dorm. âClass isnât gonna wait for your little daydream.â
Paige looked up from her phone, blinking like sheâd been caught red-handed. âIâm coming,â she said, stuffing the phone in her pocket even though she hadnât actually been doing anything on it. Just⊠staring at the home screen.
Aubrey eyed her suspiciously but said nothing.
The morning was crisp as they stepped outside, the sun still low enough to cast long shadows across campus. They walked side by side, feet crunching over gravel and dead leaves, the quiet broken only by the occasional chirp of birds or the distant hum of early lectures starting.
âSo,â Aubrey said casually, kicking at a small rock on the path. âYou gonna tell me how yesterday went?â
Paige frowned. âYesterday?â
Aubrey gave her a look. âDonât play dumb. Azzi. Tutoring. Ringing any bells?â
âOh,â Paige said quickly. âThat.â
âYes, that. You had a whole session with your little brainiac crush and didnât text me once after. I was starting to think you died mid-equation or something.â
Paige rolled her eyes but couldnât stop the small grin that tugged at her lips. âIt was fine.â
Aubrey laughed. âFine? Thatâs the best youâve got? Câmon, spill. You were losing your shit about it before you left. I need a play-by-play.â
Paige let out a breath, hands shoved deep in her pockets. âOkay. It actually wasnât terrible. Sheâs really good at explaining stuff. Like, not just smart-smart, well she is, but actually patient. Broke things down in a way that made sense. We ran through some practice questions, and I didnât feel like a complete idiot for once.â
Aubrey gave her a small nudge with her elbow. âProud of you, mathlete.â
âIâm serious,â Paige said. âIt was⊠kinda nice. I got one of the problems right without help, and she seemed genuinely impressed.â
Aubrey grinned. âYou sound like you just got a gold star.â
Paige ignored the teasing. âShe even said I was improving.â
âWell damn,â Aubrey said, mockingly putting a hand over her heart. âGrowth.â
Paige chuckled under her breath, eyes on the path. âBut yeah, it wasnât awkward. Which I was worried about.â
âSo you two talked?â
âA bit,â Paige admitted. âNothing crazy. I asked her when she wanted to meet again for our next session and she said tomorrow works but I forgot when, so⊠um yeah thatâs the plan.â
Aubrey smirked. âLook at you already booking the sequel.â
Paige groaned. âItâs tutoring, not a date.â
âSure,â Aubrey said, clearly unconvinced.
Paige shook her head but didnât argue. Not out loud, at least.
Aubrey gave her a side glance. âSo⊠did you find out anything interesting about her? Or were yâall just buried in notebooks the whole time?â
Paige hesitated. âActually⊠she told me she used to play basketball.â
That made Aubrey blink. âWait, seriously?â
âYeah,â Paige nodded. âSaid she played in high school but stopped after losing love and motivation for the game. Didnât go into too much detail, but she mentioned it when we took a little mental break. She gets what itâs like to balance stuff.â
âDamn. Thatâs kinda wild,â Aubrey said. âNo wonder she seems like sheâscool under pressure. Probably used to high-stakes shit.â
Paige smiled a little at that. âYeah. It was unexpected, though. I donât know why, but I didnât picture her as the athlete type.â
âWell,â Aubrey said, throwing an arm loosely over Paigeâs shoulder as they kept walking, âyou also didnât picture her being pretty until she was sitting three feet from you helping you solve for equations.â
Paige groaned again, louder this time. âCan we not do this right now?â
Aubrey just laughed. âHey, I'm not even judging. Iâm just saying, itâs cute. You like her brain and her face. Classic.â
âI barely know her,â Paige muttered.
âAnd yet you were smiling like an idiot just now thinking about her.â
Paige elbowed her. âShut up.â
They kept walking, but Aubrey glanced over, her voice quieter. âYou really do like her, huh?â
Paige didnât answer right away. She just shrugged, eyes on the concrete.
âI dunno,â she finally said. âSheâs cool. Sheâs smart. And she⊠I donât know. Sheâs just different. In a good way. Sheâs not weird about me being on the team or whatever. Doesnât treat me like Iâm someââ
âCelebrity?â
Paige nodded. âYeah. I had a moment with some fans yesterday and she just stood back and watched. Didnât look annoyed or anything. Just⊠kinda curious.â
Aubrey raised an eyebrow. âCurious how?â
Paigeâs cheeks flushed slightly. âShe said I surprised her. Said I wasnât like she expected.â
Aubrey looked smug now. âOh? And how exactly did she expect you to be?â
âApparently like a stuck-up diva,â Paige said dryly. âBig-time athlete energy.â
Aubrey burst out laughing. âOh my. She thought you were gonna be one of those âdonât-look-me-in-the-eyeâ types?â
Paige grinned reluctantly. âSomething like that.â
âWell,â Aubrey said, nudging her. âAt least she thinks youâre better than you look.â
âOh well, thanks.â
âIâm just saying. Sounds like youâre making a decent impression.â
Paige exhaled slowly. âI donât think she sees me like that, though.â
Aubrey was quiet for a moment. âHow do you mean?â
âI dunno. Sheâs nice. And I think weâre getting along. But sheâs⊠I donât know. Neutral. In a good way. Like, focused. Sheâs not flirty or anything.â
âWell, youâve known her what? 2 days?â
âExactly,â Paige said. âItâs not like Iâm trying to rush anything.â
Aubrey bumped her shoulder. âStill. Donât count yourself out. Youâre a catch.â
Paige gave her a look. âYouâre so annoying.â
âYou love me.â
Unfortunately, she wasnât wrong.
They reached the building just as the first bell rang in the distance. Paige reached for the door, then paused.
âThanks, though,â she said. âFor listening.â
Aubrey smiled. âAnytime. You better keep me posted after your next session.â
Paige opened the door and held it for her. âNo promises.â
âYou mean yes, then.â
âShut up.â
They both stepped inside, laughter echoing down the hallway.
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âIâm still waiting,â Caroline said, sliding into her seat next to Azzi with the casual confidence of someone who knew sheâd get answers eventually.
Azzi blinked, startled out of her thoughts as she adjusted her hoodie sleeve and sat up straighter. âFor what?â
Caroline gave her a look. âDonât play dumb. The session. You and Paige. Yesterday. Howâd it go?â
Azzi hesitated, eyes flicking toward the front of the room where the professor was still getting the slides set up. âIt was fine.â
âFine?â Caroline scoffed. âCmon, you know Iâm not accepting a dry little âfineâ when you were tutoring Paige Bueckers. The girl who usually ghosts help like itâs contagious? She showed up for tutoring. With you. Spill.â
Azzi smiled a little despite herself, glancing down at her open notebook, though she hadnât written anything yet. âI mean, she showed up. On time. Sat across from me and listened.â
Caroline raised a brow. âAnd?â
âAnd she was⊠not what I expected.â
Caroline leaned in, grinning now. âHow so?â
Azzi let out a small breath and tried to find the words. âShe wasnât super talkative. Kind of quiet, actually. But like, in a sweet way. She didnât pretend to understand everything like I thought she would. She was just⊠really present. Asked questions, paid attention.â
âHmm,â Caroline said, nodding thoughtfully. âYeah, that tracks.â
Azzi tilted her head. âHow so?â
âThatâs what I meant the other day,â Caroline said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. âPaige usually has this⊠front. All confident and cocky and loud. But around certain people, sheâs different. Calmer. Like sheâs letting her guard down a bit.â
Azzi blinked, thinking back. âShe definitely wasnât cocky. I mean, she joked a little at the start, but mostly she was just focused. Or, at least she tried to be.â
âTried?â Caroline asked.
Azzi hesitated again. âThere were a few moments where⊠I caught her staring.â
Carolineâs brows shot up. âStaring?â
âNot likeââ Azzi shook her head quickly. âNot in a weird way. Just⊠Iâd be explaining something, and Iâd pause to check if she was following, and sheâd already be looking at me. Kinda like she forgot she was supposed to be paying attention to the material.â
Caroline smirked. âOkayyyy.â
Azzi rolled her eyes. âItâs probably nothing. Maybe she was zoning out. People do that all the time.â
âPaige doesnât zone out when someoneâs talking to her face,â Caroline said. âUnless that personâs, you know⊠distracting.â
Azzi gave her a dry look. âYouâre impossible.â
Caroline held up her hands. âIâm just saying. Besides, you donât seem bothered.â
âI wasnât,â Azzi said honestly, twirling her pen between her fingers. âIt was just⊠surprising. Sheâs sweet. More than I expected.â
There was a brief pause before Caroline asked, âDid she seem nervous?â
Azzi thought about it. âA little. But I couldnât tell if it was about the subject or just⊠the situation.â
Caroline grinned. âProbably both.â
Azzi smiled faintly, but her mind was already slipping back to that part when Jace had walked up near the end of their session.
âOh,â she added suddenly. âAnd there was this moment Jace came by.â
Caroline groaned immediately. âUgh. That idiot. Let me guess. Trying to âscheduleâ another session?â
Azzi snorted. âYeah. I tutor him too.â
Caroline rolled her eyes. âHeâs the worst. If heâs not hitting on someone, heâs talking about himself.â
âWellâŠâ Azzi shrugged. âHeâs not that bad⊠Well, so far.â
Caroline looked at her like she was delusional. âAz, he once asked me if I thought he could âgo pro in looks alone.â That wasnât a joke. Be for real.â
Azzi laughed under her breath. âFair.â
âWhat happened when he came over?â
Azzi hesitated. âPaige got kind of⊠stiff? I donât know. At first I thought she just didnât like him, oh well I mean she doesn't but then when he asked about our next session, she got a little defensive.â
Caroline blinked. âDefensive how?â
âShe was just short with him. Told me heâs a âwalking egoâ and a âplayerâ and that I should be careful.â
Caroline sat back slowly, eyebrows high. âOooooo. Ok, Miss Protective Energy.â
Azzi glanced down, thoughtful. âI donât think she meant it to come off so strong. She apologized after, kind of awkwardly. Said it came out weird.â
âBut you noticed it,â Caroline said, nudging her lightly.
âI did,â Azzi admitted. âIt just caught me off guard. I wasnât expecting her to care that much.â
âShe probably doesnât even know why she cares that much yet,â Caroline murmured, like she was mostly talking to herself.
Azzi didnât respond. She wasnât about to overanalyze someone sheïżœïżœd only just started getting to know. She wasnât crushing on Paige, and Paige hadnât exactly been flirtingâat least not directly. It was all so new and tentative. Still in that weird space between strangers and something else.
But she could admit this much to herself, Paige Bueckers was sweet. A little awkward. And maybe, just maybe, there was something about the way she looked at Azzi that didnât feel entirely academic.
Azzi tapped her pen against her notebook and finally wrote a heading at the top of the page as the lecture began. It didnât mean anything. Not yet.
It was just tutoring.
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The library was warm and quiet, sunlight slicing through the tall windows and falling across the long tables. Azzi sat curled in a small booth tucked near the back, one leg folded underneath her and a textbook open in front of her, though she hadnât read the same paragraph three times already.
Caroline plopped down across from her, chin in her hand, no book or laptop in sight.
âYou donât have to wait with me,â Azzi said, glancing up.
âYeah, well, Iâm not about to let you sit here alone while Jace âMr. I Bench More Than I Readâ McCallister slides in with his axe smell and stupid smirk,â Caroline replied. âIâm providing moral support.â
Azzi laughed softly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. They sat in silence for a few seconds before Caroline perked up and leaned forward, eyes narrowing toward the open space on the other side of the library. âHey. Look whoâs here.â
Azzi followed her gaze and immediately spotted Paigeâsitting at a big round table with KK, Ice, and Aubrey, all of them surrounded by a few classmates. Paige was laughing about something, one leg stretched out, gesturing wildly with her hands while she told a story. Her voice carried that familiar rasp lifting over the quiet library hum.
âIs she always like that?â Azzi asked, watching as Paige bumped shoulders with Ice and tossed her head back laughing.
âThat,â Caroline said, pointing with her eyes, âis what I meant. Thatâs Paige in her default mode. Loud, confident, knows sheâs hot shit and plays into it.â
Azzi frowned slightly, watching her. âShe wasnât like that with me.â
âExactly,â Caroline said, voice low but knowing. âTwo days ago, when you met her? She could barely make eye contact. Yesterday from what you told me? Nervous. Kinda flustered. Sat still and actually listened. That version?â She nodded toward the table âThat's classic Paige.â
Azzi blinked, studying the difference. âItâs like⊠two different people.â
âNot two different people,â Caroline corrected. âJust two sides of her. Oneâs the mask. The other comes out around people who get under her skin.â
Azzi hummed quietly and looked down at her book. She didnât know what it meant, or if it even meant anything. But it was noticeable. Paige was easy and loud over there, commanding the space. With Azzi, sheâd been soft. Still funny, but careful. A little unsure.
âYou think she does that around anyone else?â Azzi asked quietly.
âNope,â Caroline said instantly. âNot like that.â
Before Azzi could respond, a sudden weight dropped next to her in the booth, and an all-too-familiar voice chimed in, entirely too close to her ear.
âHope I didnât keep you waiting, star student.â
Azzi nearly jumped, turning to see Jace sliding in like he owned the damn seat, pressing up against her like there werenât several feet of empty space. His stupid, cocky smile was already in place. Worse, his arm flopped casually around the back of the booth, his hand barely brushing her shoulder.
âGeez, Jace,â Azzi muttered, inching slightly away, but there was nowhere to go.
Caroline, across the booth, didnât even try to hide her disgust.
âCould you not?â she said flatly, eyes locking onto Jace like she was ready to start swinging. âGet your nasty ass arm off her.â
Jace blinked, grinning, clearly thinking it was a joke.
Caroline didnât smile. âIâm not fucking around, either. You smell like a Hollister clearance bin and desperation.â
Azzi smothered a laugh behind her hand as Jace chuckled awkwardly and finally removed his arm.
âAlright, damn,â he muttered. âDidnât know I needed permission to sit.â
âYou donât,â Caroline said, standing. âYou just need manners. Something you clearly skipped in whatever athlete orientation you fumbled through.â
She grabbed her water bottle and gave Azzi a look. âText me when youâre done. Donât let him breathe on you too long. Might lower your IQ.â
âThanks for the support,â Azzi said with a small smile as Caroline walked off.
Jace looked after her and scoffed. âWhatâs her problem?â
Azzi turned back to her notebook and flipped to a fresh page. âYou, mostly.â
He laughed again like he wasnât offended, leaning back as he stretched his legs under the table. âYou ready to work?â
Azzi didnât respond, instead just clicked her pen and looked at him with a tired expression.
âLetâs just start with this bit.â
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The session had been going for maybe 20 minutes, but it felt like an hour.
Azzi kept her eyes on her notebook, trying to focus on equations and numbers, but it was hard when Jace kept leaning in like she was whispering secrets instead of solving problems.
âI donât get it,â he muttered, squinting at the paper in front of him. âYou sure this is right? I swear youâre making this up.â
Azzi didnât look up. âItâs literally the textbook example.â
Jace huffed. âYeah, but you didnât even check a calculator. You just⊠knew it.â He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice like it was some compliment. âKinda hot how smart you are.â
Azziâs grip on her pen tightened. She forced a polite smile. âItâs basic algebra.â
âMmm,â he said, still too close. âYou make it look good.â
She shifted, sliding her notebook slightly to the left to put more space between them. âLetâs move on to the next one.â
Meanwhile, across the library, Paige had just caught sight of them.
She froze mid-sentence, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Jace lean closer again, like Azzi had said something hilarious. She didnât even realize sheâd stopped talking until Ice nudged her leg under the table.
âYou good?â Ice asked, raising an eyebrow.
âYeah, what?â Paige blinked, tearing her eyes away.
KK turned around and followed her gaze instantly. âUgh,â she muttered. âIs that Jace over there?â
Aubrey leaned across the table. âYeah. With Azzi.â Her voice dipped slightly. âYou okay?â
âIâm fine,â Paige said quickly. Too quickly.
KK snorted. âHeâs so gross.â
âRight?â Ice added. âWhy does he talk like heâs in a bad teen romcom?â
âIâm pretty sure he actually told someone last week that heâs âa beast at mathâ and then failed a pop quiz,â Aubrey said, rolling her eyes.
Paige tried to look unbothered, but her jaw was tight.
âSeriously though,â Aubrey said, softer now. âYou look like youâre gonna launch a textbook across the room.â
Paige forced a laugh. âIâm not jealous, ok? Sheâs just tutoring him.â
âNo one said anything about being jealous,â Aubrey replied with a sly smile. âBut now that you brought it upâŠâ
âI said Iâm not,â Paige muttered, shifting in her seat.
KK leaned in, grinning. âItâs giving jealousy in denial. Just saying.â
âGuys,â Paige groaned.
âSheâs tutoring him and heâs being a creep,â Ice said plainly. âIâd be annoyed too.â
âIâm not annoyed,â Paige insisted, but her eyes drifted back to the table again just in time to see Jace make some exaggerated arm stretch that âaccidentallyâ brushed Azziâs shoulder again.
Paigeâs nostrils flared. âI hate him.â
âAh,â KK said with a grin. âThere it is.â
Meanwhile, back at Azziâs table, the vibe had not improved.
Jace leaned back, arms spread across the booth like he was chilling in a hot tub. âSo like, what do you even do for fun when youâre not crunching numbers?â
Azzi didnât look up. âRead. Study. Watch movies.â
âYou should come to one of my parties sometime,â he said, flashing a grin. âBet youâd loosen up after a drink or two.â
Azzi raised an eyebrow. âI donât drink.â
Jace chuckled like she was joking. âCmon, youâre not that much of a nerd, are you?â
Azziâs mouth opened slightly, ready to respond, but she was interrupted by a familiar voice approaching from behind.
âThank god I came back.â
Caroline dropped into the booth beside Jace, her face a picture of calm disdain. âMy class got canceled. But it looks like Iâm just in time to keep you from spontaneously combusting from secondhand stupidity.â
Jace blinked at her. âYouâre back? Damn, I was just getting into a rhythm.â
Caroline smiled sweetly. âYeah, and that rhythmâs offbeat and annoying.â
Azzi coughed to hide her laugh.
Jace looked between them, confused but still trying. âAlright, alright, letâs get back to it. Whatâs this one?â He tapped a question Azzi had written down. âWhy the hell are there letters in this?â
âItâs variables,â Azzi said. âYouâve done this before.â
âYeah, but itâs likeâwhen do you even use this in real life?â
Caroline didnât miss a beat. âHopefully never. Especially if youâre behind the wheel of a moving vehicle.â
He shot her a look. âYouâre hilarious.â
âI know,â she smiled. âAnd not failing algebra.â
Azzi couldnât help it, she snorted, finally meeting Carolineâs eyes for a second, grateful.
Jace leaned over again, and Caroline immediately pointed a pen at him like a weapon. âBack up. Sheâs trying to teach you, not catch your whatever axe spray fumes.â
âGeez,â Jace muttered, finally leaning away, sulking a bit.
Paige, still watching from the other side of the library, cracked a small grin as she saw Caroline push Jaceâs textbook closer to him and reposition the notebook so Azzi didnât have to keep shifting away. She didnât even care if it looked obvious anymore. She was watching with her chin on her hand, eyes fixed on the little booth in the back like it was playing out in slow motion.
âSheâs fine,â Aubrey said gently. âSheâs got backup now.â
âYeah,â Paige said, sitting up again. âI know.â
But her knee was still bouncing under the table.
And even though she kept telling herself it was just tutoring⊠that didnât stop the annoying little heat crawling up her spine whenever Jace smiled at Azzi like she was some prize to win.
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The bounce in Paigeâs knee hadnât stopped. She tried to stay chill, to tune back into whatever Ice was rambling about across the table, but her attention was magnetized to the back of the library like it had its own damn gravity. And Jaceâs face? It made her want to commit minor crimes.
âIâll be back,â she muttered suddenly, pushing back from her seat.
Aubrey looked up. âWhere you going?â
âBathroom,â Paige said, already moving.
The hallway to the restrooms wasnât far, unfortunately for her blood pressure tt curved past the quiet study booths in the back, which meant she had to walk right by Azzi, Caroline, and Captain Walking Red Flag. She kept her gaze forward the whole way in, ignoring the flare of irritation in her chest when Jace laughed too loudly at something Azzi clearly hadnât found funny.
Inside the bathroom, Paige splashed cold water on her face. Youâre chill. Youâre fine. Youâre not mad. Youâre not jealous. She stared at herself in the mirror and muttered, âYouâre just normal. Totally normal.â
By the time she stepped out, she had composed herself or so she thought.
Caroline spotted her first. âHey, Bueckers.â
Azziâs head popped up, her face lighting up just a little. âHi.â
Paige smiledâreal, maybe a little shy, but real. âHey,â she said back, eyes flicking to Azzi, then Caroline⊠and very pointedly skipping over Jace entirely.
That silence didnât go unnoticed.
âWell hello to you too, Bueckers,â Jace drawled, leaning on the edge of the booth like he thought he was in a GQ shoot. âDonât strain yourself or anything.â
Without missing a beat, Caroline deadpanned, âShut the fuck up, Jace.â
Azzi tried, but failed to hide her smile behind her water bottle.
Paige smirked. âDidnât even see you there,â she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. âGuess you really are forgettable.â
Jaceâs grin faltered. Caroline snorted.
Paige turned slightly toward Azzi, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and shifting her weight from one foot to the other. âUh, are we still good for our session tomorrow?â
Azzi nodded, already pulling out her planner. âYeah, definitely.â
âWhat time works for you? Iâm not too sure if we worked on one yesterday.â Paige asked, and if her voice cracked the tiniest bit, she hoped no one noticed. âIâve got practice in the afternoon, so Iâll be wiped by like, 3.â
Azzi smiled thoughtfully, pen tapping her page. âWant to do it early in the evening? Cause I know you have a game the following day. So like, 7?â
âYeah,â Paige nodded quickly. âYeah, thatâs perfect.â
Azzi hesitated a second, then added, âIf youâre okay with it⊠we could do it at my dorm this time? Cause you know⊠It'll be too late for the library.â
âSure,â Paige said, a little too fast. Then she caught herself and coughed lightly. âI mean, yeah. That sounds chill.â
Jace perked up again. âDamn, why didnât I get the dorm invite? Couldâve made it a fun time.â
Caroline and Paige without even glancing at each other both said at the exact same time
âBecause no one wants to catch secondhand brain rot.â
There was a pause.
And then they both cracked.
Paige wheezed. Caroline slapped the table and leaned back laughing. They reached over and dapped each other up like it was the easiest alley-oop in the world.
Azzi looked between them, eyes wide with amusement, and then glanced at Caroline who was now giving her that look. The one she gave earlier, the one that screamed: See what I meant? Sheâs different around you.
Azzi raised an eyebrow slightly, and Paige, still chuckling, looked back and forth between them.
âWhat?â she asked, a little breathless.
âNothing,â Caroline said, drawing out the word with a grin.
Azzi just shrugged innocently. âNothing,â she echoed, but her lips twitched.
Paige squinted. âYou guys are preâ weird.â
Before either of them could respond, Jace scoffed from the corner. âYo, Bueckers, you done with your stand-up set orâŠ?â
Paige didnât even blink.
âOh, Iâm sorry, I forgot you were still here. You blend in so well with all the other mistakes.â
Caroline howled.
Even Azzi had to press her lips together to keep from laughing out loud.
Jace blinked, clearly flustered now. âDamn, you got jokes, huh?â
Paige gave him a deadpan look. âNah, Iâve got patience. And itâs running out.â
Caroline slammed her hand on the table, cackling now. âSheâs killing you, bro. Stop talking before she ends your bloodline.â
âYall wild,â Jace muttered, clearly retreating now.
Paige just smirked. âSee you tomorrow, Azzi,â she said, her voice softening a little as she glanced at her.
Azzi nodded, still half-smiling. âSee you.â
âBye, Caroline,â Paige added, already walking away.
Caroline shot finger guns in response. âKeep roasting creeps, Bueckers.â
And as Paige made her way back around the corner, the bounce in her step had returned but this time, it wasnât frustration keeping her moving.
It was satisfaction. And maybe just a tiny bit of butterflies.
As soon as Paige rounded the corner and slid back into her seat, Aubreyâs eyebrows shot up. She had her arms crossed, chin resting on her fist like she was watching a live episode of Library Drama: Bueckers Edition.
âSoâŠâ Aubrey dragged the word out, voice way too casual. âWhat the hell was that?â
Paige blinked, all fake innocence. âWhat was what?â
âThat little stand-up routine you just dropped back there,â Aubrey said, eyes narrowing. âThe way you and Caroline just mind-melded into synchronized murder mode? You were cackling, bro. Like, full-body shaking. I thought someone was dying.â
KK looked up from her phone across the table. âWait, what happened?â
âYeah,â Ice chimed in, scooting her chair in closer. âYou disappeared and came back grinning like the Grinch. Spill it.â
Paige tried to play it cool, slouching in her chair. âNothing. Jace was just being Jace.â
âOhhhh,â Ice said knowingly, dragging out the word like she already knew where this was headed. âWas he tryna talking to her?â
Paige didnât respond fast enough. That was all the confirmation they needed.
Aubrey leaned forward, grinning. âSo he was flirting again?â
âMore like⊠delusional,â Paige muttered, picking at a tear in the knee of her jeans. âSaid some dumb shit. Caroline shut him down first. I just followed her lead.â
âFollowed her lead, my ass,â KK snorted. âCarolineâs probably still wheezing. Whatâd you say?â
Paige rolled her eyes but couldnât help the smirk. âI told him he blends in with other mistakes.â
âOH MY GOD YOU LEGEND BUECKERS,â Ice shouted, slapping the table so hard the girl at the next table flinched so hard. âYou did not!â
âI did,â Paige said proudly. âAnd before that? Caroline and I said the exact same insult at the exact same time.â
KK whistled. âYou tag-teamed his ass.â
âAzzi looked like she was trying not to laugh,â Aubrey added with a sly glance. âDonât think I didnât see that.â
Paigeâs expression tightened, but she played it off. âI mean, it was funny.â
Aubrey smirked. âIt was you.â
Meanwhile, back at the booth in the far corner of the library, Jace was still planted at the edge of the table like he hadnât just gotten cooked in front of half the library. But his smile was more forced now, his swagger cracked around the edges.
Caroline glanced at Azzi, who had gone quiet, eyes locked on her notes but clearly not seeing a damn thing.
âCan we go over that thing from earlier again?â Jace asked, sliding his chair an inch closer. âThe part about⊠um, the coefficients?â
Azzi blinked and looked up. âWe covered that ten minutes ago.â
âYeah, but I wasnât paying attention,â he said with a grin that he probably thought was charming.
Caroline groaned audibly. âYouâre not supposed to admit that.â
Azzi forced a small smile, though it didnât reach her eyes. âOkay⊠so you take the coefficientââ
Jace wasnât listening. He was watching her mouth, leaning in just a little too close.
Caroline noticed immediately. âYou good, Az?â
Azzi didnât answer right away. She tried to refocus, pointing at a formula. âSo here, this number is distributedââ
âDamn, you must tutor a lot of people,â Jace interrupted, his voice lower now. âBet youâve got a line.â
Azzi blinked. âWhat?â
âLike, I get it,â he said, smirking. âSmart, cute, helpful. Thatâs a whole fantasy package.â
Azzi sat back slightly, her expression turning colder. âWeâre studying. Iâm tutoring youâ
âI know,â Jace said, hands up like he was innocent. âIâm just saying, youâre probably breaking hearts all over campus.â
Caroline narrowed her eyes. âSeriously, dude?â
âWhat?â he said, like he hadnât just turned a tutoring session into a bad pickup attempt. âIâm just being friendly.â
Azzi looked down at her notebook, then slowly closed it.
Jace blinked. âWait, are we done?â
âYeah,â Azzi said, her voice sharp but polite. âWeâve covered what we needed to, and youâre clearly not here to learn.â
Caroline crossed her arms with a smirk. âTook the words right outta my mouth.â
Jace sat back, scoffing like he was the one being wronged. âDamn. You girls are cold.â
âNo,â Azzi said, standing and sliding her bag onto her shoulder. âWeâre just not here for you.â
Jace opened his mouth to say something else, but Caroline stood up too, cutting him off just by sheer vibe.
âYou should probably go,â she said. âBefore you embarrass yourself any harder.â
Jace muttered something under his breath, but grabbed his bag and stalked off, ego limping behind him.
As soon as he was gone, Azzi exhaled like sheâd been holding it in.
âFucking finally,â Caroline muttered. âI was 2 seconds away from pouring my water on him.â
Azzi laughedâtired, but real. âHe just wouldnât let up.â
âI know,â Caroline said, glancing toward the front of the table where Paige was at with Aubrey, KK and Ice. âAnd someone was definitely not chill about it.â
Azzi followed her gaze and frowned a little. âPaige?â
âMhmmmm,â Caroline hummed. âYou didnât notice?â
Azzi looked away, lips pursed, thinking. âShe was funny.â
âSheâs always funny,â Caroline said. âBut not always like that.â
Azzi didnât say anything to that. She just zipped up her bag and shook her head, her expression unreadable.
Caroline didnât push. But as they walked out of the library together, she tucked a knowing smirk into her back pocket for later.
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Hey there! Iâm a big fan of your work (coral room my love! Saving the sequel to read when itâs finished), and I absolutely adore your writing style! Iâve recently been having bouts of an overwhelming need to write fanfiction, but I feel like my writing is on the level of essentially Wattpad fanfiction ( nothing wrong with that, itâs just not the standard I want to achieve ) so if possible, do you have any in depth advice on writing fanfiction? Feel free to get real specific on sentence structure and/or character building and plot building if you would like but anything will do! I feel myself having the trouble of âshowing not tellingâ, especially when the source material has so many characters that writing it is like just methodically describing instead of actually writing something that resonates. And Iâve never really formally written a fanfic before so Iâm not too sure if I should be pre-planning my character arcs or just let the story take the flow. How long do you take to plan and write a full chapter? Do you decide when to end the chapter beforehand or is it by feeling? Do you start your stories with an end in mind? Any advice for action scenes? How much of myself should I sink into the mind of the character when writing, because that sounds like a slippery mental slope there haha! Where did you learn to write this good?
Sorry if this is too big or too inconvenient of an ask, I just really want to know how you do it because itâs so amazing and inspiring to read your work!
Thank you so much! No worries, I will try my best to break it down into your questions and hopefully get you some quick answers:
How long do you take to plan and write a full chapter? I usually top out at 4-7k for most chapters, depending on the fic. It takes me about 15-20 minutes for a bullet point outline I like, and then about 3-4 hours to fully write it out. But longer chapters or trickier plots usually have me spending more time in the bullet point outline phase.
Do you decide when to end the chapter beforehand or is it by feeling? Usually I end where I think is a good spot for now, once a POV ends but before something big happens. That's why I'm not married to a final wordcount, just because a final section could run long or short. I always think of the advice -- if you can't think of your next line, either your last line needs to be rewritten, or that's the end of the entire chapter/section.
Do you start your stories with an end in mind? Usually! At least, an end result. But not an exact ending down to the specific actions/dialogue, since otherwise I'd go insane trying to make it happen. I give myself a "goalpost" and everything in between me and the goalpost is fair game as long as we end up approximately where I planned.
Any advice for action scenes? Watch the John Wick movies. Seriously! There's some great hand to hand and gun scenes in those movies, with blocking that helps you slow it down and think it through. Keep the tension high, or ramping up, if possible. Action is exhausting! I always ask myself to imagine doing [action scene] and break it down from there.
How much of myself should I sink into the mind of the character when writing? As far as you can, comfortably. If it helps the story. Sometimes sinking too deep doesn't get you anywhere. I think the bigger thing for me is not writing one character when I'm in the mindset of another. That just ends up with weird dialogue and descriptions.
Where did you learn to write this good? It's very kind of you to say so. I've been writing fic for a while now. I would say it's just a ton of practice. My early fic was not great, and I can see marked improvements in my writing even in the last year.
I think my best advice overall is to write what makes you so excited, you can barely wait to get it on paper. Talk the idea out with some friends or a discord channel. Think about all the fun ways you could play with the plot or characters. Ask yourself all those delicious "what if" questions!
I am a big fan of loose/barely-there outlines and kind of just letting the writing take the lead, but that's not how everyone works. So a lot of my advice is about feeling things out, and if that doesn't work for you that's okay! Some people need every single arc planned out before they start. The only way you'll know is if you start writing and do some trial and error.
#asks#anon#writing#writing tips#fanfiction#fic#fanfic#myfic#theresurrectionist#thank you anon <3#and good luck!
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3 million views imma need Taynick stans to stand up
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EYE TO EYE, THIGH TO THIGH



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rafe x fem! black cat! pogue! reader
previous part | masterlist | kofi
this is a sequel but it can be read as a standalone!!
summary: youâve done it. youâre actually dating the Rafe Cameron. Heâs everything you didnât think heâd be. So maybe youâre a tiny, little bit in love with him.
cw: honestly not much considering this is a rafe fic, relationship insecurity, references to past bad relationships i guess? rafe is rafe and reader is reader :P
tags/tropes: Rafe spoiling reader bc i feel like we didnât get enough in the last fic, relationship insecurity, fluff, reader is secretly shy and has so much anxiety she just hides it by being a bitch (me too girl) reader feeling safe enough with Rafe to be soft, squishy, shy, and girly-girl <3
a/n: okay so yall at that last fic up i am surprised i will admit. also guys pls appreciate the fact that the color scheme for the first fic was blue and now itâs pink. also fairy warning, the tone of this fic is way different than the first one, weâre highlighting readerâs insecurities so sheâs not as maneater-black cat. Rafe is showing her she doesnât have to be all of that with him :) He loves spoiling his girl <3
title taken from Little Bit by Lykke Li âthe original, not the remixâ aka the sequelâs anthem. i highly suggest giving it a listen (especially while reading !!)
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Despite projecting confidence and arrogance, you donât actually know that much about relationships. Itâs easy to act like you know better when you know better, and for the most part, you do.
After that fake relationship fiasco, you had to be painfully honest with yourself about what you would and wouldnât tolerate in a future relationship, if you ever were to get in one.
And now you are in one with the least likely person you ever thought youâd start dating, and well. You kind of feel like youâre bracing for pain that âhopefullyâ wonât come.
Youâve upheld a strong belief that all relationships are terrible to some extent. The bickering, the clinginess, the cheating. Lack of chemistry. Lack of physical attraction.
None of these things are present in your relationship with Rafe. Except the bickering, but itâs not real fighting. Rafe just enjoys riling you up so he can kiss you senseless after. Itâs a hobby of his.
Your first and only real argument thus far was about your house.
âMy dad is a real estate developer,â Heâd said, jaw tight. âAnd your house is the size of a fuckinâ postage stamp. Just let me fix it.â
âRafe, that kind of renovation and repair costs thousands of dollars. Not hundreds, thousands. I canât be indebted to your family like that.â
Rafe had just groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. âOkay, baby, you need to get this through that thick fucking skull of yours, but weâre rich. Filthy. Fucking. Rich.â
Heâs enunciated the last three words, practically spitting them.
âAnd youâre my girl. I am your boyfriend. Iâm your provider. I take care of you. Thatâs my job. Can you let me do my job? Can you afford the repairs? Look at me in my eyes and tell me your job at that cafe is going to pay for the renovations.â
ââŠâ
âThatâs what I thought. Look, itâs a win for everybody. You get your house repaired for free, and my dad gets to boost his public image. Heâs always stressing about that.â
It was hard to complain about things while you were staying in their mansion during the repairs âwhich, shockingly, didnât take long. You suppose your house is pretty small and the damage wasnât that bad.
Your stomach churns with guilt every time you think about all the money that it cost to have the work done. Money you didnât pay.
It keeps you up at night, a constant, disgraceful, litany.
Money money money money money money money money money money money money moneyâ
So you finally decide to approach Rafe about it.
Heâs seated at his desk, headphones on, playing some game with Topper and Kelce.
You peer over his shoulder, trying to figure out if this is a game he can pause or not.
You should wait then, heâs busy, and like, heâs going to think itâs stupid. Actually, maybe you shouldnât ask him at allâ
âI can hear you lingering back there. Do you need something, baby?â
âYou canât hear me,â You grumble, stepping forward so youâre lingering next to him, instead of behind. âI donât need anything. Just wanted to talk to you about something.â
âOoooooooo!â Topper and Kelce both coo, their voices tinny and barely audible through Rafeâs headphones.
âShut up, both of you,â You say, leaning down to rhe microphone on the side of Rafeâs headphones, âNeither of you have girlfriends.â
âYeah,â Rafe chuckles, âThe bitchless donât get to say anything.â
âRafe, donât call girls bitches.â
âBut you call girls bitches.â
âThatâs because I am a girl. And a bitch.â
âThat doesnât make any sense.â
âYouâre not supposed to understand it.â
He shakes his head then pushes his headphones partway off his head. âWhatâd you need to talk about? Something important?â
You shake your head. âIt can wait.â
He frowns, muttering out a quick âbye assholes,â To Topper and Kelce before clicking out of his game and taking his headphones off.
He spins in his chair, facing you. âHowâs it work that you call me a dickhead without shame but canât tell me when somethingâs wrong?â
You shrug. âCause sometimes youâre being a dickhead.â
âAnd the other part?â
A slight, embarrassed flush begins to creep up your neck. âI donât know.â
âMmm,â He hums, clearly dissatisfied. âWhat did you want to talk about?â
You steel yourself.
âI donât want you spending so much money on me anymore.â
âAbsolutely not.â
His words are firm and resolute, leaving absolutely no room for argument.
Itâs a good thing you were graced with the ability to make room for an argument. Runs in your family.
âRafe,â You start, crossing your arms- to which he immediately rolls his eyes with a groan, âIâm serious. You gotta stop. Itâs too much.â
âItâs not.â
âIt is! It keeps me up at night, worrying about all the money I owe youââ
He drags a hand down his face. âIâm going to stop you right there, because youâre being stupid again. You donât owe me anything. Why do I spend money on you, baby?â
âBecause⊠you have poor spending habits?â
He rolls his eyes again, reaching forward to grab your hands in his, tugging you forward. âI spend money on you because I like to.â
âI donât know why.â
âYouâre not supposed to understand it,â He says, parroting your earlier words back at you. âSeriously. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm going to stop spending money on you.â
You sigh, and he squeezes your hands consoling.
âI know, I know. Must be so hard having an unlimited budget and a hot boyfriend.â
âShut up.â
He pulls you down for a kiss, something gentler than usual. âYes, maâam.â
â
Despite what he said, your guilt prevails. Then, it sticks its greedy little fingers into your brain and takes root, and suddenly youâre thinking about all the other ways Rafe spoils you. And surely it canât last, right?
Itâs a little twinge when he picks you up from work. (itâs not that far from his house, but multiple trips is a lot of gas, and gas isnât cheap and thatâs more moneyâ)
Itâs a prickle on the back of your neck when he insists you borrow his clothes or use his shower. (Luxuries, because his clothes are so much better made than your own and imagine the water bill with another person using the showerâ)
And sometimes âit sounds stupid but you canât help itâ heâs just too hot. You just look at him- at the set of his jaw and the curve of his cheekbones and the rippling muscle of his bicep and how he fucking smells, and you just canât seriously believe that heâs yours. (He always says heâs your boyfriend with such emphasis on the word yours. Like he belongs to you, not the other way around.)
You hate it, because really, you need to enjoy what you have, because itâs what practically every girl dreams of having, but the fear, the guiltâ itâs invasive. A little parasite that eats away at your confidence. Makes you feel just a little sick, all the time.
âAlright,â Rafe says one day, pulling you aside into the travel section of Barnes and Nobles âthe most secluded, because who even uses the travel section anymore?â and leveling you with a look. âYou need to tell me whatâs wrong.â
âNothingâs wroââ
âDonât give me that shit,â His voice lowers, âWeâve been in here for nearly thirty minutes, and you havenât picked out one book. You havenât even looked at one. For you, thatâs like the apocalypse. Whatâs wrong?â
You freeze, panicked. âI think we should break up.â
âNo.â
âWhaâ You canât just say no.â
The muscle in his jaw jumps. âYes I can, because that isnât the issue.â
âYes it is, this isnât working outââ
âYes it is.â
âAre you just going to refute everything I say?â You hiss.
âI am because youâre lying, right to my face.â
He leans down so youâre face to face. âIâm gonna ask one last time. Whatâs. Wrong.â
âI donât know!â You explode, whisper shouting. âI donât know, Rafe. I donât know if somethingâs wrong with me, or if weâre not compatible or what. I justâŠâ
You sigh, slumping. âI feel so guilty, all the time. For all the money you spend on me, and all the stuff you do for me. I feel like a bad girlfriend, and I feel like you donât think I can take care of myself.â
He leans back against a bookshelf. âSo when I spoil you, the thing thatâs my job as a boyfriend, you feel guilty?â
âYes.â
âAnd you think Iâm doing this because I donât think you can take care of yourself?â
âYes? I donât know.â
He gazes at you for a beat, eyes flicking over your form.
âIf you would just tell me the name of that guyââ
âNo. You would actually kill him.â
âHeâd deserve it.â
âNot the point here, Ray.â
âKind of is,â He mumbles, turning his head.
Youâre both silent for a few moments, and youâre sure youâve gone and ruined things when he speaks again.
âTell me what you need.â
Your shoulders hike up to your ears. âI donât know whatââ
âYes you do,â His eyes are half-lidded as he looks down at you. âTell me what you need. Use your words.â
Your skin feels hot and flushed.
âYouâre not going to like it.â
He sighs. âYou get all up in your fuckinâ head about stuff and you never stop to ask if I even care.â
âYouââ
âIâm obsessed with you. I will always give you whatever you want, every time you ask, whenever you ask. Do you understand?â
You nod.
âNo. I want to hear you say it.â
âI understand.â
âYou understand what?â
âThat youâre obsessed with me, and youâll always give me whatever I want, every time I ask, whenever I ask.â
He hums, satisfied. âGood girl. Now tell me what you need.â
âReassurance,â You breathe, a rush of words and air. âItâs stupid, becauseââ
âDonât start with your independent woman bullshit.â
You frown, but continue. âI just donât want to be overbearing.â
He snorts. âI donât think you could be overbearing if you tried. You hardly ask for anything. Crank it up, baby.â
You groan, stepping forward into his awaiting arms and smashing your face into his chest. âBut thatâs exhausting.â
He wraps his arms around you, slowly rocking you side to side. âAnd doing everything yourself isnât?â
âDifferent kind of exhausting.â
âMm. I see.â
You pull away, peering up at him through your lashes. âAre you really obsessed with me?â
His lips twitch. âIs that all you got from that conversation?â
âIt was the only important part.â
He leans down and plants a kiss on your nose. âIâm pretty sure youâre the only person who hasnt noticed.â
He tugs on your hand, leading you back through the store and letting you wander through your favorite sections, this time stopping to actually look at things. Every time you step away without handing it to him he pushes you back, giving you a stern look.
âI donât want to get the whole store, Rafe.â
âYou could.â
âYouâre not helping.â
With effort, you manage to thin the stack to the ones you actually want, not just everything youâre interested in. Rafe gives a huff but allows you to put some of the books back, but only under the promise that youâre not doing it because âyouâre being stupid again.â
When you get back to the car, small stack of books in your lap, you decide to give the whole âasking for thingsâ a go.
âAre you mad at me?â
âNo.â
âAre you upset with me?â
The rumble of the engine starting reverberates through the car. âNo.â
âAre you annoyed with me?â
âHold onto your books, Iâm turning. No.â
âAre you planning on being upset with me anytime soon?â
He squints at you. âIs this going to take long?â
âDepends on your answer.â
âNo.â
âNo to what?â
âYour dumbass question.â
âItâs not a dumbass question.â
âYes it is. Who the fuck plans to be upset with someone?â
âI donât know. Thatâs why Iâm asking.â
âYouâre so lucky Iâm obsessed with you.â
â
âRafe?â
âHmm?â
Youâre sitting on his bed, legs crossed with his head pillowed on your thigh, arms wrapped around your waist. Itâs a warm evening- his bedroom window is cracked open and the salty breeze wafts through the room, pleasantly cool air coming with it. Youâre wearing a matching set of silk pajamasâ they were expensive as hell and probably one of the only things you donât feel bad about Rafe buying for you, just because theyâre so damn comfortable.
His eyes are closed in contentedness as you slide your hands down his neck and over his shoulders. Heâs forgone a shirt tonight, and if you look closely, you can see goosebumps left in the wake of your slow, deft hands.
âBefore we started dating- that time in the car. You said you like me because Iâm mouthy and stubborn. But Iâm not really that mouthy and stubborn now. Do you like me less?â
He squeezes you tight. âDoesnât your brain have an off switch?â
âNo.â
He grumbles something unintelligible under his breath, his throat vibrating against your legs as he does it.
âOkay, first of all, youâre still mouthy and stubborn as hell, just in a different way. And no. I donât like you less. If anything, I like you more.â
You worry your lip between your teeth. âHow come? I thought most of my appeal came from the challenge.â
âThatâs bullshit, baby. I like that youâre mouthy and stubborn. I also like that youâre soft and squishy too.â
His hand drifts lower, kneading flesh as it goes. âReally like that youâre squishy.â
âMm. I think Iâm a little too squishy.â
He presses his face closer to your tummy. âAre we talking physically or metaphorically here? Youâre losing me.â
âMm. Bit of both.â
His nose presses into the plush flesh. âNo.â
âJust no?â
âNo.â
âOh. Okay.â
He squeezes you once, then relaxes again. âPlease go back to rubbing me, baby. Your hands feel so fucking nice.â
âWhere do you want rubbed?â
âAnywhere. Jusâ wanna feel you.â
He falls asleep before the sun sets fully, breaths tickling your stomach and arms still firm around your waist.
The guilt starts to whither.
â
Youâre going to do it. Youâre going to ask him for something before he can offer. Youâre gonna do it. Itâs not hard. You can do it.
You slide into the passenger side door, leaning over to give him his customary kiss.
âHow was work?â
âCan we please stop at that coffee place I like on our way?â
He blinks, taken back by your request for a moment. He recovers quickly, a smile tugging at his lips as he gives you another kiss, this one a little more heated than yours.
âOf course we can. You want that drink you like? The one with the cold foam?â
You nod, trying to discreetly rub the sweat from your palms onto your pants.
âAww, look at you,â He coos, âSo worked up over a little coffee. You spent your whole shift worryinâ about this, didnât you?â
âNot the whole shift.â You mumble, embarrassed.
âItâs just a little coffee,â He teases, âNo need to start worrying.â
âToo late.â
âThen we better go get that coffee, huh?â
He stretches his arm across the console, hand finding the meat of your thigh and just resting on it. It feels almost like a reward.
â
He catches on quick that you are, actually, trying to ask for things. Even though your skin prickles a little bit everytime, because you can do these things yourself, of course, but Rafe always gets this pinched look on his face when you insist on doing something yourself.
Rafe says that youâre the weird one in this scenario, not him. That most girls jump at the chance to sit back and let their boyfriendâs do all the work. But that just doesnât sit right with you. It feels⊠unequal. If he does everything, if he takes care of you, then what are you bringing go the relationship?
âYour hot ass, for one.â
You swat his arm, sitting on towels on the beach in front of his house.
âIâm serious Rafe!â
âWhen are you not?â
You swat at him again, but he just chuckles, pushing up so heâs leaning back on his elbows. âAny chance youâd be satisfied with the ass answer?â
You give him a look.
He sighs. âFigured not. Okay,â
He rolls over, lying on his stomach and staring up at you. You cross your legs, absentmindedly taking his face in your hands.
He tips his head into your palms. âPermission to get mushy?â
âPermission granted.â
His eyes, nearly the same shade as the ocean behind him flit over your face before he speaks. âWell for one, you donât take my shit. Pretty sure my family likes that about you.â
âAs if you actually listen.â
âDonât interrupt, Iâm being mushy for you. You take care of me too. Itâs cute as shit. You donât even realize when youâre doing it. Youâre doing it right now.â
You frown. âI am?â
âMhm,â He taps your hands on either side of his face, âJust like this. So stop worrying about it.â
âBut like, this doesnât require any effort and I like doing it, andââ
He raises his eyebrows.
âOkay, you maybe have a point,â You concede, brushing a thumb over the crest of his cheekbone. âBut it still doesnât feel equal. Iâm not doing anything, really.â
âYou are. Donât sell yourself short, angel,â He presses a kiss to your palm, then turns back to you, hand sliding over yours. âI promise you. Itâs fair.â
âYou promise?â
âMhm.â
âYou have to say you promise.â
He leans up and captures your lips in his, slow and soft and warm. The kind of thing that makes your stomach flip and your insides melt.
He pulls back, lips brushing yours as he speaks.
âI promise.â
â
Slowly, slowly, you allow yourself to enjoy things. Enjoy your insanely hot boyfriend, enjoy not having to worry about money- for anything, big or small.
Sometimes you buy something small just for the thrill of it. Sometimes it makes you guilty afterwards, sometimes it doesnât.
âRafe?â
âYeah baby?â
âThereâs a sale at Victoriaâs Secretââ
âGet in the car.â
Some things heâs definitely more enthusiastic about than others, but, for reasons you donât understand, he really does just enjoy spending money on you. âDoing his boyfriend duties,â as heâd put it.
A small part of you is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but the longer it doesnât, the more you settle into the comfort and, dare you say it, love that he wraps you in.
âRay?â
âHmm?â
Youâre at a bonfire at the Boneyard, a scaled down version of the usual event that the bonfires end up being. Not a big turnout tonightâ probably because of the cold snap threatening to turn summer into fall.
Rafe comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and dipping his chin into your shoulder, lips warm and soft where the meet the skin of your neck.
âYou need something, sweetheart?â
You hum for minute, thinking. Sometimes you just want him near. Youâve come to learn youâre actually a very tactile girlfriendâ when your boyfriend actually makes you feel loved and cared for.
âCan we go home soon?â
âOf course baby.â
âWe should stop and get some food. Mâ a little hungry.â
âYeah? We can stop wherever.â
âAnd I was thinking,â You pause, the teeniest curl of apprehension poking your chest, âMaybe we could go out tomorrow? Go to a couple shops?â
He mouths the side of your neck, breath warm. âI think thatâs a great idea. You know why?â
âWhy?â
âCause I get to show off my girl. My beautiful,â He sucks at the skin of your neck, a shudder running through you, âbeautiful girlfriend.â
âMm, what about me? Donât I get to show off my handsome, sexy boyfriend?â
He grins against your skin. âAnytime you want. Iâm not going anywhere.â
You arenât either.
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Jealous much?
Characters: Solivan Brugmansia/gn!reader
C/w: jealousy, friends to lovers troupe, reader helps Solivan with some bullies, Crowe and his feelings for the reader, Sol takes care of reader <3
A/n: I might make a sequel to this post cause..why not? I have at least 3 more works in progress of tkatb so stay tuned for more >:3. This was SUPPOSED to be more early but with graduation and my summer job its been hectic đ (not proofread)
Rain drops fell gently onto the surfaces that it could. The cloudy and cold atmosphere bringing back unwanted memories for me. It took me back to when I was a happy child running around the fields that my family owned. Why did fate had to be this way? I couldn't relish in the sad moment for long, my life had changed, some may think for the better, but in all honesty, I've lost myself in it.
The city life was not for the weak, especially in this society that judges you based on your backgrounds. Hallways and classrooms were empty as I walked by, meaning another day where I would stay behind until the sun rised up, studying in the library. It felt depressing, well, it was. Even with all my friends who share classes with me, Iâve never felt a sense of comfort around anymore. Upon arrival, I sighed gently while scanning my library card, heading towards my favorite spot and to hopefully meet him again: Solivan Brugmansia, the same man who I aided long ago.
Some bullies had cornered him, if it werenât for me, he couldâve gotten bruised up badly(or so I thought). Solâs strength was enough to not be messed around with yet, he was always careful with me. His long, black hair with green stripes was noticeable from afar, a smile subconsciously appeared across my features, walking towards him with my books in one arm and a cup of coffee in my hand.
âHiâ I spoke, my voice a mear whisper as he smiled, kissing my cheek while allowing me to sit beside him.
âHey..thanks for the coffee, I saved your seat in hopes youâd be hereâ His gaze remained on the hoodie I wore, a purple-ish one with some designs around it, though I could tell something bothered him.
âAw, thatâs real sweet of you Sol..!â Taking the vacant seat by the window, Solâs eyes returned to the book at hand, analyzing the text while taking a casual sip or two after some pages. I placed my books aside, taking out my computer and working on some last details for an upcoming presentation.
âIs that sweater youâre wearing someone elseâs?â The question caught me off guard while Sol closed the book, his attention returning towards me as I continued to type away
âCrowe made me borrow it, he said it would get cold during the night, even if I insisted it was fineâ A glint of jealousy made his eyes glimmer with a bit of rage, directed towards Crowe who had the audacity, in Solâs words, to lend me something of his. After the small talk, we returned to our devices while Solâs cup inched close to me. Which I thought nothing of it until the, now warm, liquid splashed against Croweâs hoodie.
âSol! Ah..what am I going to do now?â My eyes widened as the panic settled in. Pouted lips looking down at the mess that occurred while Sol spoke.
âI can wash it, and hand it over tomorrow..if you donât mind?â The offer was tempting, and besides, the washing machine at my apartment had broken down. It was like an angel had been sent down from the heavens truly.
âReally? Well, if youâre offering..â With a smile, Sol helped me take the sweater off, folding it and placing it in his backpack. Was he really concerned or jealous by me wearing it? After an hour or so spent in the library, my sleepy eyes gazed over at Solâs figure that had finished his book a few minutes prior 11:00pm.
His eyes turned to stare at me, as if, he knew I was staring beforehand. The library air making goosebumps arise on my skin as Sol noticed. A small warmth wrapped around my body, making me sigh while laying my hand down onto the table, resting for a bit as he smiled.
It was past noon when I woke up in a different place rather than the library. A soft, warm bed beneath me made contrast to the heavy rain pouring outside, making me groan and stretch my limbs, still remaining in the bed as the door suddenly opened. Solivan stood outside, entering shortly after while smiling, his body beside my own as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
âMn, how did I get here?â Too tired to even acknowledge the strength he had to take me here, in his home, I was glad he did. The moment didnât last long as I was now wide awake, staring up at the crimson eyes that gently creased while smiling
âYou were tired and..we couldnât stay at the library for too long, I hope you donât mindâ Room infused by Solâs cologne made my heart flutter, it seemed he recently got out of the shower. Soft damp hair met my face as I buried it on the crook of his neck. Our actions were far too intimate to call this as âonly friendsâ. Every reasonable thought left me as Sol wrapped an arm around my back, lips caressing my forehead and cheeks while smiling.
âItâs okay, you know I trust you Sol..â More rain could be heard from his room, creating a cozy and cold atmosphere around us. There was no one else Iâd rather be with during these moments, so close yetâŠ
âAre you hungry? I made some soup earlier..perfect for this weather, isnât it?â I nodded, watching as he parted away from my body. Planting a kiss on my neck while walking towards the kitchen. The fresh and soft aroma of the miso soup he prepared made my stomach rumble with hunger
âYou always make the best food Solâ Now reachinh the kitchen area, I sat by one of the bar stools, admiring the pink apron he wore. A bowl was later on placed in front of me, its contains making me smile as Sol spoke
âMn? You really think so?â He asked, grabbing a bowl for himself. Standing in front of me while meeting my gaze, smiling as he enjoyed eating with me.
âMhm! Thereâs no one elseâs food that Iâd enjoy then yours..â A hand was placed on my cheek, staring at Sol who leaned towards me, our lips meeting briefly as he smiled.
âThen..I wouldnât mind cooking meals for you, my darling.â We shared another short but sweet kiss while smiling. Sol quickly went to wash the dishes, later returning to his bedroom, hand in hand. Warm touches graces my skin as Sol filled my embrace, kissing my face while sighing in peace.
Sequel (coming soon)
#the kid at the back sol#solivan x reader#sol brugmansia#solivan brugmansia x reader#sol x reader#the kid at the back#tkatb#tkatb sol#tkatb crowe
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https://www.tumblr.com/naturesapphic/755752020343963648/if-youre-on-a-kick-for-writing-billie-stories Iâm the anon who requested this and oh my GOD itâs so good, I turned feral reading it đ can we pretty please have a sequel? Maybe Billie tries to pull the same trick, but this time the reader wears a sundress without underwear because sheâs expecting it, and they end up getting smutty in public even despite the risk to Billieâs career, because she just cannot *wait* till sheâs home to use her favourite toy
Favorite toy
Billie eilish x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, strap-on, oral
Sequel: Billieâs teasing
Fixing your sundress, you headed down the stairs to see your girlfriend sitting at the kitchen counter putting on her hat that says âgirls cum firstâ. âIâm ready baby. Where are we going again?â You asked her and she gives you a fake innocent smile. âI wanted some coffee and youâve been talking about wanting to get some so I thought we could go there and just sit. Itâs a small one so thereâs not a lot of people there so hopefully no one will recognize me.â Billie said and you nodded.
âIâd love that baby. Lets go.â You said walking to the door and you âaccidentallyâ dropped something so since Billie was in front of you, you purposely bent over to get. Billieâs eyes darkened as she saw your bare ass and pussy before her. She should have known something was up when you decided to wear your shortest sundress you own but unknown to you was that billie was packing. The two of you drove to the little deserted coffee shop near yâallâs house and Billie stepped out and ran to your side. She opened your door and you stepped out smiling at her.
âThank youâŠdaddy..â you whisper the last part in her ear and softly pulled on her lobe making her freeze in place. You took her hand and guided her inside, making sure you were shaking your hips to tease her further. It sure was working becuase Billie literally could not breath and she felt herself get turned on immensely. The two of you walked in the shop and Billie stood behind you, ordering for the both of you. As she was ordering she was behind you grabbing your waist so her pelvis was on your ass. You slightly whimpered as you felt her bulge against her ass and you whined quietly.
You were planning to tease her all day but you donât think you could wait that long, you need her now and you mean right now. So when billie was done ordering you decided while yâall waited for your coffee that you would take her to the bathroom. You grabbed her arm and dragged her to the unisex bathroom meaning that it was only for one person. You pushed her in and immediately locked the door, when you looked behind you, Billie was looking at you like she was going to completely devour you. Billie pushed you against the door as she started leaving kisses all over your neck, running her hands up and down your waist.
She pushed up your dress to reveal your bare lower half and she moaned loudly. âFuckâŠsuch a fucking slut Hm? Just wanted your pussy to be filled by me huh?â She said teasing you as she started undoing her zipper and pulled down her pants a bit to pull out her strap. She ran it up and down your soaked folds before pushing inside your throbbing pussy. You threw your head back and moaned at the stretching the fake cock was giving you and billie smirked against you. âYou are being such a good girl babyâŠtaking me so goodâŠâ she said lowly and you kept moaning.
A banging on the door scared the two of you but Billie kept fucking you. They kept banging on the door and Billie kept ruining you as She made sure that you were quiet by putting her hand over your mouth. The banging stopped and Billie felt you coming undone on her as she felt your cum on her thighs. âSuch a good girlâŠcome on. Let me clean you up and get our coffee.â She said sweetly as she pulls out of you slowly and puts you down. You stand on shaky feet as you fix your dress and wipe the tears that were in your eyes. Billie got some paper towels and gently cleaned you up, praising you along the way, telling you how much of a good girl you are to her.
You smiled and helped her clean up as well. After yâall presentable enough, you walked outside and went up to the counter to get yâallâs coffee. Some of the workers gave yâall glares while the others was blushing. The two of you didnât pay any mind to it and went outside to the car, where the two of you sat inside for hours just talking until going home to spend the rest of the day together.
A/n: sorry I rushed this so much but I still worked on this for like HOURS LMAO so I hope you still like this anon and I hope the rest of yâall did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yâall :)
#billie eilish x y/n#billie eilish x you#billie eilish#billie eilish x fem!reader#billie eilish fluff#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#billie oâconnell#mommy!billie eilish#mommy!billieeilish#mommy!billie eilish x reader#daddy!billieeilish#daddy!billie eilish#daddy!billie eilish x reader
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so! it's been a year since i put never satisfied on hiatus, and 9 years since i started posting it, and rather than make you read everything if all you want to know is "when's it coming back?" the answer is still: don't know! but the answer has also shifted closer to "it isn't" the longer i've spent on break, and i think it's worth being up front about that.
i talked about it a little here a few weeks ago, but the long and short of it is that between taking on better paying work, writing better stories, and looking back at what i'd already done for never satisfied... i just don't think i want to continue it? the year off has been incredibly good for my mental health, and i can't see myself wanting to go back after the two-three years still ahead of me on my current project. that's not to say i never want to return to the characters or the concept, but if i did, i imagine it would be with something completely new, in a different form. after all, i started this comic when i was 21 years old, a lesbian, and a sophomore in college. i am now just shy of 30, a bi man, and overall a completely different person than i was, back when i was writing without a plan and putting all of my insecurities into the comic--insecurities i don't identify with anymore. lord i'm closer to rothart's age than i am to lucy's. hate that
anyway. you have all been extraordinarily kind for following never satisfied for as long as you have, for supporting it as much as you have, and being as patient as you have. whatever form never satisfied takes in the future (god willing, with a more cohesive story structure and A PLAN FOR THE ENDING, WHICH BY THE WAY I NEVER, EVER HAD) i hope to see you there!
in the meantime, as an update on where i'm at with the thing that made me stop working on NS: i finished it! all the pages for Hunger's Bite (if you remember it with a different title: no you don't) have been turned in and now it's just revisions and covers and then........ waiting a year until it can come out. because that's how it is in traditionally published graphic novels! nothing releases for a full year after you finished it! and you're even getting it earlier than was originally planned, because i'm a creature and finished it like three months ahead of schedule. i've also already started thumbnailing the sequel book which i can't talk about whatsoever and will now be working on that for the next two years and then HOPEFULLY the first book will have done well enough that i can sell a third! so you better buy it when it comes out next february!!!!!!
to ease you all into it, i wanted to do a little crossover to introduce the main characters. we have emery, whose design is fully and unintentionally just Seiji Again down to his color palette (but seiji would bully him if they met. like so hard. he's a wimp). then we have neeta, a girl who dreams of travel and cares deeply about worker's rights, and wick, a vampire agent investigating the mysterious and sinister new owner of the 1910s ocean liner emery and neeta call home. he's also gay. but sorry lucy, you aren't his type. you're not mean enough.
the best place to keep up with me these days is probably here, as this first book gets closer to release, i will probably be posting about it a lot. and i will certainly post about it here when there's an official release date and cover reveal! i hope you'll go read it. i really think if you liked never satisfied and its themes, you'll like hunger's bite!
thank you again for reading!!
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NOOOO now we need a pt 2 of cough medicine with a grumpy reader because alexia has passed the cold to her and alexia dressing up in the nurse outfit to surprise herâŠ
lil sequel to this ! suggestive content at the end cough medicine 2.0 II a.putellas
"mi princesa i said i was sorry!" your girlfriend groaned as you scoffed and reached to grab the bottle of water on the coffee table in front of you.
"sorry doesn't make me not sick alexia i warned you!" you grunted ou in annoyance, pushing away her hands which attempted to massage your shoulders.
"bebita in my defense-" your girlfriend started, accent thick as she spoke english but the withering glare you shot her had her wishing she'd mumbled it in spanish and out of your earshot as she fell silent and your attention returned to the television.
"can i get you something?" the catalonian asked sweetly as you ignored her, tucking your knees up to your chest and pulling the blanket to your chin. "mi amor do you need anything? tissue, cough medicine, tea, soup, a hug?" your girlfriend smiled hopefully as you shot her a blistering side eye.
"for you to leave me alone." you grumbled, sniffling and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. you'd even refused to wear one of alexia's and thats when she knew you were perhaps just a touch beyond the normal level of grumpy you became when unwell.
though really alexia knew it was her fault. you'd at first been strong and held quite firm to the no kissing rule when she was sick last week, needing to still be viable and healthy to look after her as well as work from home while you did so.
now to the average bystander they'd not know the true nature of your girlfriends incredibly clingy tendencies, but when her walls were down and it was just the two of you she melted like a icey in the sun, crawling on top of you.
if you didn't react fast enough she'd grab your arms and wrap them around her, tucking them up the back of whatever was covering her torso, the blonde mumbling into your neck she wanted back scratches and you'd often tease that if she got any closer she'd be inside your skin.
then when alexia was sick it was even more dire that she have every possible ounce of your attention and touch. so as the hours ticked by and you'd still held firm that her lips weren't to touch yours and she not get too close, her attempts to break you down also doubled.
unfortunately to your own detriment you also found yourself feeling a little touch starved, and the more effort alexia made to getting you to crack the closer and closer you stepped toward the edge.
but over and over you warned her that not only did you have to work but you had a music festival with your friends on the weekend you needed to be in fit and fighting shape for.
spoiler alert, a night of consolation kisses to cheer up your incredibly pouty and miserable girlfriend who was informed she'd not be fit enough to make the squad this weekend meant it was needless to say you weren't going to the music festival now.
it had been frosty for the last two days since.
you'd even gone as far as to put up a pillow wall as a compromise for not kicking alexia out of the bed much to the constant whining and apologizing and groveling and begging and pleading you were far too tired and unwell to give into.
"mi vida. por favor i do not know what else to do, i have said over and over i am very sorry!" alexia groaned again, collapsing into the sofa beside you, thumping into the cushions and hazel eyes burning holes into the side of your head.
"i told you, leave me alone." you huffed, well aware you were now bordering on overreacting but your dampened state of well being and the fomo of watching your friends all have fun at the festival without you was making it near impossible to move on from that.
with one final sigh and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before you could push her away alexia did as you asked and left you be. and with the warmth of the blanket and your inconsistent temperature it didn't take long before you drifted off.
when you woke up it was to an all too familiar smell, lifting your head groggily and peeking over the back of the lounge you could see your girlfriend with her back to you in the kitchen.
you hadn't made a single noise but alexia could feel your eyes on her as she glanced over her shoulder and threw you a smile which you didn't return, though you also didn't turn away, resting your chin on top of the sofa and watching her as she cooked.
"are you making your soup?" you rasped out after awhile, unable to ignore the overwhelmingly alluring smell wafting closer and closer. "maybe." alexia grinned coyly as you rolled your eyes and flopped back down onto the sofa.
"not in the mood for cute." you quipped with a huff, stretching your arms out behind your head and tuning back into the spanish soap opera your girlfriends sister had gotten you shamefully addicted to, though alba never ceased to tease that you needed the subtitles on.
you glanced up when you heard someone clear their throat, looking up at your girlfriend for a fleeting moment as she stood before you and placed down two bowls of soup on the coffee table before your gaze returned to the television
but then when you realized alexia had done an outfit change, your head snapped back so fast you near gave yourself whiplash.
"hola bebita." she purred with a suggestive smile as you sat upright and covered your mouth with your hand, taking in your incredibly athletically built girlfriend in all her glory.
her glory being the ill fighting barely covering nurses costume that was yours which was sitting taunt against her muscular body.
given the fact it was made in your size and not hers, and she easily stood two and a half heads taller, she looked like one wrong move would have her bursting out of it like the hulk.
and so you did the only thing your body could do in the moment taking her in and the way her thick quad muscles had the garters wrapped around them about a millisecond from snapping, you collapsed backwards into the sofa clutching at your stomach, body heaving with laughter which rang around your empty shared home.
the reaction was clearly not what the taller girl anticipated as her mouth formed a small o and she crossed her arms, the way the sleeves ripped as she did so only making you laugh harder.
"hey! this was supposed to be sexy, not funny!" alexia protested with a huff, your head shaking to and fro as you tried to stop laughing for a moment so you could get a word out.
"cariño its not funny!" alexia groaned, a slight blush coating her cheeks as she shuffled closer. "oh mi amor you're forgiven. you're so forgiven!" you pulled your phone out and wiped a stray tear, snapping a few photos as your girlfriend gasped and tried to cover up.
"well this was not what i wanted but i am glad to at least see you smile again." alexia gave in with a shake of her head, moving to sit down beside you so you could both eat, grateful to hear her favorite noise once more as your belly laughter subsided into giggles.
but right as she did a strange noise sounded and your hand once more flew to your mouth, alexia now near naked beside you as the entire back of the ensemble ripped clean in half, your eyes raking over the taunt tattooed and tanned skin of her back.
"don't." alexia warned seriously, a pleading look in her eyes as you lost it again, sagging into her and clutching at your stomach as the sounds of your laughter filled the air. "amor!" alexia whined, clearly embarrassed as her hands flew to cover her own face.
"are you comfortable?" you teased, sitting up on your knees beside her once your laughter had settled, wrenching alexia's hands away from her face with a raised eyebrow. "no." your girlfriend mumbled with a huff and a roll of her eyes.
"so now you understand how it feels when i dress up for you." you hinted, eyebrow raising even higher as alexia sighed but nodded. "i have more muscles! it hurts more." the girl huffed, bottom lip jutting out into a slight pout.
"thats what you're going to take from all of this? ale i just forgave you, don't piss me off again." you huffed smacking her chest lightly as the corners of her mouth curled upward slightly.
"why not? it is what you are taking from this, no?" the slight smile turned into a full on grin now as she settled back into the lounge a little more clearly making an effort to flex her biceps and upper arm muscles as they sat folded behind her head.
"still not in the mood for cute. and thanks to you i'm sick, so if it was sex you were angling for putellas...think again." your hand smacked gently against her cheek a few times with a wink.
though before you could reach for your food your back was flat against the sofa and your girlfriend hovered over you, settling herself on her knees between your legs.
"you know bebita, there is still a lot i can do for you while you are unwell. but only if you are feeling up to it!" a singular finger trailed down your bare leg, her smirk widening at the goosebumps which arose in response.
"well you are a nurse, and it would be wrong of me to assume i know what i need better than a nurse." you smiled, alexia raising an eyebrow as she sunk a little lower, a few kisses trailed up your leg as you hummed, already feeling better as they got higher and her large hands gripped your thighs pushing your legs even further apart.
you sighed in pleasure and tangled your hands in her hair as her chin rested on your abdomen, looking up at you with a smile as she played with the hem of your shorts, t-shirt pushed upward and a few kisses placed to your stomach as your eyes fluttered closed and your shorts suddenly dissapeared.
"let me make it all feel better princesa."
#woso x reader#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#woso#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso blurbs
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Can we please talk about the relationship between Fink and Roz?? đ„čđ„čđ„č
The Wild Robot spoilers âŹïžâŹïžâŹïž
Thinking about how naturally and instantly Roz and Fink took to one another. They meet under the most tense circumstances, but soon after, they become an ordered pair. I love how dedicated they both become to raising baby Brightbill. Thereâs nothing in it for Fink except for being part of a family, and you can tell he really enjoys it even if he never outright says it. Heâs deeply sensitive and loving and maybe he hates it about himself, thinks heâs weak for it, but itâs true. Roz sees right through his nonchalant exterior. She understands him better than anyone else.
They raised a kid together and they will always be bonded for it. Only they know how much work it takes to raise a runt. They know the rejection inflicted on them by society, and they constantly fight nature that tries to kill their son like it does with any unfit creature. Iâm so warm for the soft moments of concern shared between two parents; âHeâs never gonna learn if he doesnât get out there, Roz,â and, âYou canât be up there with him / then weâll find someone who canâ and they go together, in search of a flight instructor for their boy. :,) And how they both actively involve themselves in his flight training. Carving his âbaby picturesâ into wood and displaying them by his nest. Quiet conversations like âThings still weird between you two? / Yep, still weird.â Telling him stories about the âbeautiful robotâ that fell from space. I just⊠maybe itâs the mommy AND daddy issues in me, but seeing two parents fight for their disabled coded kid makes me feel so tender.
I was so soft during the âhow do you know if you love someone?â scene because you see it in his eyes that he does know, because after all this time he realizes heâs come to love her. He wants her to say it. He wants to say it but he has internalized that when he loves something, it never stays. Despite this, we can see at the end of the movie when heâs telling the animals a story just how much he admired her for not only bailing him out of his chronic loneliness, but for everything she did for the island. Heâs the main one that keeps Rozâs memory alive after she leaves.
Hopefully in the sequel, we get an âI love youâ scene between these two. Itâs wholly deserved. I want to be upset that we didnât get it in the film, but Iâve come to feel that the absence of it is somehow even more poignant. Some things are just obvious and donât need to be outright said, however, I think hearing it would heal some of Finkâs negative internalized beliefs that came from his childhood.
#the wild robot#movie discussion#fink the fox#rozzum unit 7134#brightbill#dreamworks animation#Roz and Fink#Roz x Fink#They can#I choose to see Brightbill as an allegory for disability#found family#iâm not okay
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Icarus Part 23
Holy shit guys, just two more chapters after this one. Like where has the year gone?
I have started a sequel that will come between this and the face reveal I have been sitting on for ever. This is about the vacation Steve was planning with Eddie in chapter 19. Hopefully it won't take too long and I can put it out this month for spooky season.
In this we have Jeff and Steve having a heart to heart, the heat gets the better of one of the band, and Eddie takes credit for a Jeffy idea. Lovingly, of course.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22
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When Steve got back to the hotel he was wiped out. He hated those type of press conferences where someone had the brilliant idea to include everyone for âequalityâ and not wanting to be exclusionary.
It really pissed him off.
He was about to get ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. He frowned at it for a moment. He wasnât expecting anyone.
He opened the door and was surprised to see Jeff standing there.
âHi,â he said dumbly.
Jeff huffed out a small laugh. âHey. Can I come in for a moment?â
Steve nodded and opened the door wider to let the guitarist in. Jeff slipped though and looked around. It wasnât a hole in the wall type room, it was spacious and clean, but nothing close to the luxury of the type of rooms Jeff and the rest of the Corroded Coffin boys were used to.
Jeff sat down in the arm chair and leaned forward on his elbows.
âSo Iâve been meaning to have this talk with you for awhile,â he said with a grimace. âAnd thereâs no way to really beat around the bush with this...â
Steve flopped on the bed and faced him. âHit me with it.â
âSo after Eddie saw the concert in Indy with Dustin,â Jeff started, âhe was having a bit of a freak out, unsure what was going on.â
Steve squeezed his eyes closed tightly and pursed his lips. âAh.â He opened his eyes slowly.
âHe saw the moles and was putting two and two together,â Jeff continued.
âHe told you,â Steve said dryly.
âHe was really upset, thinking that maybe you didnât trust him.â
Steve clasped his hands together and looked down at them. âOh.â Yeah, he could see how any of his friends might think that, but Eddie especially.
âAnd look, I talked him out of that kind of thinking,â Jeff said. âBecause a secret that big? You wouldnât have told anyone.â
Steve nodded.
âSo the reason I brought it up,â Jeff continued, âis because you got the changing the metal culture question tonight.â
âYouâve already seen it?â Steve asked his head whipping up in shock.
Jeff sat back with a huff of laughter. âWe watch your bandâs interviews as a band. Itâs like movie night for us. Popcorn, candy, soda, the works, man.â
A small smile appeared on Steveâs lips and he pursed them to suppress it. âCan I guess whose idea that was?â
Jeff cocked his head to the side and half shrugged. âGo for it.â
âGarethâs.â
Jeff laughed out loud, his whole body shaking with mirth. âGot it in one, man. Our drummer is obsessed with you guys.â
Steve gave up pretending to hide his smile and grinned at the other man. âAnd then your frontman started dating their frontman and you were never going to escape it.â
Jeff grinned back. âIâm glad youâre taking this well. I was worried you might not. Because Iâm pretty sure Eddie promised to not tell a soul.â
Steve blinked for a moment. âYeah. But itâs like Eddie knows that when I say Iâm not going to tell a soul, I mean everyone but Robin.â
âFair enough,â Jeff agreed, nodding. âEddie told me about you when he was watching the interview you guys gave early in your career about the masks and how you guys were shunned at local metal bands for being who you were...â
Steveâs eyes went wide as the implication hit him. âHoly shit.â
Jeff ran his tongue over his teeth with a grin. âYeah. Because we both know that Corroded Coffin would have been absolutely at the top of bands screaming about a bunch of preps trying to break into the metal scene and to go back to pop where you came from. Which isnât fair.â
He ducked his head with a bashful smile. âYou guys didnât have go that far, though.â
âThe hell we didnât,â Jeff huffed. âHow many good bands had been torn down because they didnât fit the mould of whatever they were trying to break into? Too many and thatâs not right. Not in pop, not in country, and sure as hell not in metal.â
âThanks, Jeff.â
Jeff nodded once. âYou bet your ass. I just want you to know that I have your back. No matter what. And that includes against Gareth if I have to.â
âHow is he doing by the way?â Steve said somberly.
âHeâs doing better,â Jeff replied. âHeâs hit a couple of rough patches, but heâs improving, especially now that he has a place to put that reckless energy. I hate to say it, but think Bri was right waiting for him.â
Steve smiled. âThatâs good.â
âHow are you doing?â Jeff prodded. âDonât think I didnât know about the meltdown after the duet.â
Steve blushed deep and dark, ducking his head. âIâm doing okay. Iâm learning to reach out and ask for help. I never really had anyone growing up. My parents didnât care, my friends were only with me because what I could give them. Hell, my first girlfriend did the same fucking thing. Then the kids see me as an older brother, and so do my bandmates. Like who was there for me to rely on?â
âWell, Robin for a start,â Jeff said leveling a glare at him. âEddie for another. Now Vickie. And clearly Shane. You better add me to your list of people to depend on, too. Because I am there for you.â
Steve let out a shuddering breath and then nodded. âThanks, Jeff. Youâre right, my support system is bigger than I thought, especially if I let people in to help me.â
Jeff stood up and held out his hand to Steve. âCome on, you could use a beer or three and Iâm buying.â
Steve huffed out a laugh. âYeah, sure. Why not?â
âThatâs the spirit!â
Steve grabbed his wallet and keys and followed the guitarist out of his room. Like Gareth, maybe he could get better too.
~
âWhat do you mean Iâm out?â Shane hissed at no one in particular as he rummaged through makeup kit. He looked up at Robin as Celeste. âSomeone send someone else to get me more body paint and then Iâll pick up some on our way to the next town.â
She nodded and pulled out her cellphone, grabbing one of the empty bottles from him.
He waited impatiently with the mask on for the PA to arrive with it and when it finally arrived he just started smearing it everywhere.
âAre you sure thatâs the right stuff?â he whined as it caked on thicker than normal.
âIt should be,â PA huffed. âIt looks just like the bottle you gave me.â
Shane huffed but continued to apply it all over, with the PA helping with his back and places he couldnât quite reach.
âI canât believe there is fucking draft right where my kit is,â Spence growled. âYou guys are going to be as hot as hell while I freeze my ass off back there!â
Shane rolled his eyes. At least Spence could layer, they still had to wear their fucking hoods in this fucking hot weather. No more outdoor venues in the middle of summer.
They couldnât even do their drop from the rafters in this place, cursing whoever it was who picked it.
âStop your bitching,â Robin huffed. âIt was a last minute change because they had a leak at the other venue and they feared black mold!â
Steve ground his teeth. âI swear to God, if one more thing goes wrong today, we are never coming back to this fucking town!â
They all agreed.
They got into position and waited for the spotlights to come on. One by one the spotlights came up in their color, Azrael even getting a cool black light.
Half way through their set, Astraeus started to sway a little. Abbadon checked in on him, but the bassist waved him off. He was fine.
Then suddenly he wasnât fine. In the middle of one of his solos, Astraeus crumpled, going straight down.
Abbadon rushed to his side. He looked up at Azrael who nodded.
Jeff and Eddie who were watching from the sidelines like they did every night gasped in shock.
âShit,â Jeff said pawing at Eddieâs chest. âGo! Swap clothes with Azrael, they need a medic and Azrael needs to be seen with the rest of the band.â
Eddieâs eyes went wide. âWhy me?â
Jeff grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close. âCurly hair, right build. Go!â
Eddie ran to the back of the dais and both Azrael and Hopper glared at him.
âYou need to be seen next to Astraeus as much as he fucking needs a medic!â Eddie repeated.
Hopper and Azrael nodded and Hopper began handing Eddie the drummerâs clothes. He pulled off his own clothes and quickly yanked on Spenceâs.
âThank fuck you wore sleeves today,â he hissed as the shirt went over his head. âOtherwise the gig would be well and truly up.â
Spence frowned for a moment and then realized. âYour tattoos!â
Eddie nodded, tugging on the pants and boots as fast as he could. Soon Azrael was EMT Spence and Eddie was Azrael.
They both dashed onto the stage, making it look like Azrael had gone to get help.
Asmodeus and Abbadon were grateful for the masks to hide their shock.
âIâm Eddie,â he whispered so only they could hear. âDonât worry about that now. Just focus on Astraeus.â
Abbadon and Spence worked together to get Astraeus off the stage. Spence was yelling at roadies to grab as much ice as they could and to bring it to trailer.
They stripped Astraeus down, removing his clothes and mask and shoved him under the stream of the shower.
âShit!â Spence growled. âThe paint isnât coming off!â
Eddie as Azrael grabbed one of the bottles that Shane had used. âThis is acrylic! Not body paint!â
âFuck!â Abbadon cursed. âStart scraping it off with your fingers, it should come off like a second skin!â
Eddie and Spence started doing what Abbadon suggested and just started tearing off the layers of paint.
There was a knock on the door and quickly Spence covered Astraeusâs face. Azrael/Eddie hurried to open the door and there were five roadies with huge bags of ice. They started packing the bassistâs body with the ice as they ran cool water in the shower.
It would have been better if they had a bathtub, but there was no way there was anything that bigâ
âOne of the beer booths had a huge ass cooler,â one of the roadies said. âYou think heâd fit in that?â He held up his arms to show the dimensions.
Spence and Abbadon looked at each other and then said as one, âYes!â
The roadie grabbed a couple of other guys and went to go grab it. Hopper went with them.
They came back with the cooler and lowered Astraeus into it. Then they packed the ice around him adding water to fill in the gaps.
Steve gave Eddieâs hand a squeeze when the roadies left. He took off his mask and Eddie did the same.
âThat was quick thinking on your part,â Steve said.
Eddie chewed his lip. He knew it was wrong to take credit for something Jeff said, but no one else knew that Jeff knew who the men behind the masks were. And Eddie really didnât want to freak anyone else with that knowledge. So he nodded.
âI know people canât see your hair,â he told Spence, âbut your hood falls a certain way because of the long curly hair, add having a similar build and I was literally the only choice.â
Spence nodded. âI get it man, plus having the drummer suddenly vanish like that only has two outcomes, and both are fucking shit.â
Steve tilted his head to the side. âWhat do you mean?â
âEither Spenceâs secret is out, which is horrible,â Eddie explained, âbut what might even be worse is having the fans turn on him because he bailed when his bandmate collapsed.â
Steveâs eyes went wide as he looked back down at Shane. âFucking hell. I didnât even think about that.â
Then Shane was starting to come around. He opened his eyes and then squinted at Eddie for a moment.
âFuck, I think I hit my head on the way down.â He struggled to sit up, but Spence held him down.
âLet me take your temperature first, dumbass,â he huffed, pulling out the thermometer. âMake sure youâre not going to die on us.â
Shane settled back into the cooler and rested his head on the rim. âSomeone want to tell me what the fuck happened or do I have to play twenty questions?â
So Steve and Eddie explained while Spence took his temperature and blood pressure. After he was satisfied with both he helped Shane out of his makeshift bath.
Shane looked around at the three of them, batting his eyelashes. âDoes this mean we never have to come back to this god forsaken town again?â
Spence and Steve laughed while Eddie looked confused. Yeah, Shane was going to be just fine. Right after Steve promised to tell Eddie the joke later.
~
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Can a âđđđâ gal and a âđđżđ©žâ gal really be besties? Sure seems like it so far.
Based on a scene from Ward 3.3
Recently finished Ward Arc 3! Thoughts below:
Been a while since my first post on Ward, a couple of thoughts:
Arc 2
I like the slower pace so far (weâll see how long that lasts i suppose). Nice to get little moments like Victoria going to interviews and visiting the kids at the hospital.
Zion really gave one last middle finger to humanity and said âYou know what? Automated random horrific death triggers.â Jokes aside, the broken trigger scene was haunting, might draw something based on it in the future.
The therapy group superhero team premise is interesting. Nice to have a band of characters who have mental or emotional weaknesses but have each otherâs backs! Now letâs see who theyâre up agaisnt- oh, Tattletale? Oh no.
Not too many thoughts on the arcâs interlude, a lot of nice worldbuilding which is always welcome.
Arc 3
Capture the Flag was a fun premise for a friendly fight, and it delivered pretty well in showing off everyoneâs powers, strengths and weaknesses. Also nice to see Victoria filling a more mentor/coach role and getting to flex the experience sheâs gained with her power in a more positive light. Have some drawing ideas once I figure out how exactly I want to depict stuff like her aura.
Liking the new team so far, though still need to wrap my head around some of the finer details of the powers. Definitely gives me Jojo vibes in how the powers are more complex in the sequel/s.
I realized quickly that Kenzieâs powerset is a lot like my character from my friendâs Worm campaign (which I might write more about later on). Also a surveillance/drone Tinker, though with more focus on multiple drones and material efficiency than Kenzieâs big boxes of large scale holograms and photo-distortion.
Seems the group all have their own little secrets and/or problems they need to work through. Please Vic donât let any of them near Tattletale they would practically be a freebie for her to take down.
Ok, no Birdcage as I learned from last post. But is there, like, a dead Earth with a one way portal to toss Carol into? Is Sleeper still occupying Earth Zayin? Maybe we should send Carol there on a free vacation I hear itâs a lovely time in⊠whatever the effect of his power is.
Evil Robot Grocery⊠ok how do you even fight that. I guess itâs an S-class Threat for a reason but like what option is there other than quarantining and bombarding the entire area theyâve spread to? Do EMPs work? Put Ghost Bakuda to good use and make that Arc 6 Bomb to knock them all out?
Silly rodent themed hero. Close enough, welcome back Mouse Protector Ratcatcher. Also gonna toss her on the list of âcharacters I should draw some time.â
Amy Dallon finally speaks, and looks like sheâs making friends! Friends that are all (at least former) supervillains! That are encouraging her down a darker path! I can only see good things happening here. A little surprised we get her this early from an Interlude rather than from a main chapter, though I suppose it does make sense to flesh her out more now rather than waiting until Victoria directly sees her again in whatever state sheâs in by that point (probably a bad one).
Thatâs all the Ward thoughts I could think of at the moment. Will be reading more, next update hopefully wonât take 2 months again (but probably will)
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On my daily rewatch of anw I'm thinking about how people thought Hazel and Dev should've swapped fairies because of how unfair the godparent system was and how Dev needed more experienced godparents or how Peri should've been assigned an easy case and while that may be true, I'm just thinking how that swap would have suited the kids' needs.
With Dev, yes, he was a hard case and probably should've had godparent who had more experience with children like him, but he is a child who is lacking in the parental department and needed someone to fill that role.
Same is true for Hazel. She would have been more suited for a first-time godparent, but what she needed and missed the most was her brother and who do we know who has experience with being someone's godbrother? Peri.
I'm probably just rephrasing stuff here so this probably didn't need to be said. Everything more or less worked out for everyone and eventually for others (hopefully).
Anon I have been rotating this ask around in my head since it popped up into my ask box
Confession: I and many others have thought about the similarities between Peri and Hazel, and pointed out that Dev was not a case for a beginner, but I havenât seriously considered a full out fairy swap until now because Iâm actually very fond of the Hazel-Cosmo-Wanda dynamic and the Dev-Peri tragedy dynamic
Still⊠yeah, youâre kinda right. Dev genuinely wouldâve been better suited for experienced godparents, and he might actually benefit from Cosmo and Wanda specifically because A) thereâs two of them and B) theyâre very parental with their godkids. And Hazel â having Hazel, the kid who misses her brother so much it tipped over the Needs A Fairy edge, be paired up with the godparent who lost his older brother is kinda brilliant
It kinda makes me wonder about how things would be different if we got Hazel-Peri and Dev-Cosmo-WandaâŠ
Heads up, this gets long
The first thing I wonder about isnât so much the dynamics, but rather who would be the protagonist? I adore Hazel as a main character, but Cosmo and Wanda are the FOP difacto mascots. Theyâre the ones who get the cameos and appear in the reboots/sequels. They can exist independently from Timmy/Hazel/Chloe/Viv. If theyâre Devâs fairies, then Dev would be the main POV character. And like. I love Dev, I do, but heâs an asshole. I understand why and Iâm down to justify anything he does, but heâs a dick. Plus, well, heâs also super sad. Itâd be very hard to make him a fun POV character, especially pre/mid-character development, at least without switching the genre from Heart Felt Comedy Aimed At Children/All Ages to something much darker and more mature. Heâs a great side character/deuteragonist, but it would be a Commitment if we followed him 95% of the time
(And before anyone comes at me about Timmy also being The Worst, a lot of that was flanderization. By the time he gets that that point, letâs be real a lot of people stopped watching, and even then he at least had half a dozen I Love Yous and sweet moments with Cosmo and Wanda to make the commitment worth it to the audience.)
Hazel and Peri
So if we keep Hazel as the lead and Peri as her fairy, howâd that work, writing wise? Do we keep his introduction the same and hope the audience is fine with a Sequel Babies Series. Or (and this is just me having fun), do we hypothetically cut out the part where he Introduces Himself With His Deadname For The Audienceâs Sake and just hint at him as being Poof from the original series. Then, after Founderâs Day, we introduce Cosmo and Wanda as Devâs fairies, and the Peri Is Grown Up Poof thing is treated as a Big Reveal, a la Author Of The Journals from Gravity Falls
Now that out of the way, how do I think these dynamics would work, and how would it affect Dev and Hazelâs relationship?
Like you said, Hazel and Peri connecting over missing brothers is a great starting point, and Peri getting to be the big brother for once would be so much fun to watch. Plus, and Iâve pointed this out before, theyâre both rule followers (I can totally see a gag of them bonding over Hazelâs DMV love), though Hazel is willing to play things by ear, while Peri gets majorly stressed/anxious/high strung when rule breaking is in question â in fact, that could be a fun angle to some potential conflicts. Hazel makes a wish, but she doesnât know how to find the words for what she wants, and since Peri is so new, he doesnât have the experience to confidently guess. He hesitates, both of them get caught in a mini Anxiety Loop, and escalating event happening in the background force them into action, and through hijinx, they both receive character development
I can also see the Antony thing leading to conflict for them â Hazelâs brother is gone, but he comes back. He visits. They reconnect. Meanwhile, Timmyâs gone gone. His memory is wiped. I can see Peri occasionally accidentally fumbling Hazelâs missing Antony with his own likely grief over Timmy. Maybe after another missed flight or phone call, Peri tries to be âsupportiveâ in the same way he tried to cheer Dev up at his birthday, and he accidentally says something that makes Hazel not only miss her old life, but thing sheâll never have any sort of relationship with Antony again.
Or maybe Peri does handle it well until Antony comes back. Then, alongside Hazel trying to recreate the past, Peri gets overwhelmed with jealousy, like he was when Irep tried taking his place with Dev but dialed up by 10. He worries heâll lose his first godkid AND be fumbling with reawakened grief
(Plus hey, I can actually see this scenario as a good way to justify bringing Timmy back. Maybe Hazel could even include Timmyâs memories as part of her Rule Free Wish in the finally)
Basically Hazel and Peri have so much in common that if they were the main duo, those similarities could lead to so many bonding moments AND dramatic moments where through being mirrors for each other they accidentally hurt each other and help each other to grow as people
(It makes me wonder how Peri would hide himself in Hazelâs day to day life. Peri becomes inanimate objects for Dev, sure, but he doesnât have a consistent object he hides as. Maybe Peri could have a human disguise, pretending to be a recent college grad who moves into Hazelâs building? Or maybe he could be a ânew pet rockâ?)
(Also I have a lot of thoughts on C&W being disguised as pets for Timmy and neighbors for Hazel, but thatâs a ramble for another day.)
Dev, Cosmo, and Wanda
So the first question is how would Dev become Cosmo and Wandaâs godkid? They werenât actually assigned to Hazel, they basically just adopted her. Maybe, Cosmo and Wanda could still be traveling and just end up in Dimmadelphia around Founderâs Day, and through their observations, they seen Dev is going through it and come out of retirement for him. This could also lead to a Cookie situation with Dev instead of Hazel (imagine Dev pretending to be a lawyer, there would 100% be a gag of him acting as every shady lawyer stereotype you know.)
I can see Dev still lashing out at them, probably still demanding perfection for hollow wishes since he canât get what he really wants, BUT C&W would cause mischief as they misinterpret his wishes. I can also see him acting unimpressed/impatient when they take him on little side quests to meet with fairies that specialize in the things he wishes for. Heâs have to defrost to them, and they (likely especially Cosmo) would push his buttons. Dev would also probably deny having fun during these adventures. Iâm sure heâd eventually come to see them the same way he saw Irep)
A potential conflict could come from the fact that a lot of Devâs wishes are by nature spiteful/fueled by pride. Again, major Dev apologist here, weâre talking about the kid who wished for a an evil ghost to come from the depths of hell after having a fairy for less than a week. C&W would still grant his wishes, but they wouldnât approve of him being a bully, and would probably try really hard to get him to realize the error of his ways through these wishes
Itâs likely that Dev wouldnât even get involved with the anti-fairies here. If he did, I can only see this after Dev specifically makes a wish relating to his father loving him, which C&W canât grant, or something similar â a breakdown after a big, direct moment instead of a breakdown after months of little, indirect moments
I can also see him both clinging to them as parental figures and resenting them as misplaced anger and sadness over his neglectful dad
I can also see him seeing Peri (and maybe even Timmy) as a threat here â Peri is their son, who they adore like Dev wishes Dale adored him. And since Peri isnât Devâs godparent here and therefore doesnât feel the need to look out for/do right by him, Peri would like sass him harder or treat him as an annoyance, an extension of any tension that comes up when C&W their clingy thing. In a scenario where Dev still ended up under an anti-fairyâs influence, he might even wish Peri was Nothing, or still kidnap Peri here out of misplaced resentment
Dev and Hazel
I feel like swapping fairies would also affect their relationship. Part of their comes from Devâs jealousy over Hazelâs relationship with C&W â she has two while he only has one, she has a positive relationship with her while his âcanât do anything rightâ (canât cross the red tape of Da Rules, doesnât have the experience/comfort level to go buckwild with wishes/has parents that love him/etc). Here, that wouldnât be a problemâ Hazel wouldnât care that Dev has two fairies instead of one, and C&W would probably have an easier time getting through Devâs defenses. Itâs possible that a lot of their fights and negative interactions just wouldnât happen here, and if they did, it would be related to Hazel wanting Dev to be nicer to C&W/Peri.
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One day
Summary: Sequel to Be Okay- A Chibs Story
As always 18+
Chibs sat in the chapel of the hospital. He had been on his knees, hands clasped crying and begging for hours for you too be okay. For the doctors and nurses to put you back together. For you to open those beautiful eyes. For you to say anything at all. To see your smile, hear your laugh, feel you warm breath on his ear as you whispered to him. Once again he found himself traveling down the reason he was here and you were in surgery. âMy faultâ he said out loud his words echoing off the walls.
 The ambulance ride had been tense and painful. His mind reeling of the what ifs. They were struggling to get an iv when your heart stopped. The drawn out beep and the blank screen had been gut wrenching. He could only sit back and watch as the paramedics fought to bring you back. The crack of ribs, demands to push this and that made him sick to his stomach. He couldnât look away though. His eyes were locked on your lifeless ones. He prayed to a god he wasnât sure he still believed in. He prayed for you to be okay. He pleaded for him to fix this, this you. Give you a chance like you had given him a chance. âMy faultâ mumbled Chibs right as the monitor beeped again and showed a slight pulse. With a shaky breath he exhaled as he closed his eyes, thank you.
âI need to go with herâ Chibs had bellowed as he swung at one of the male nurses. Thankfully for him and the nurse Tig and Juice grabbed onto him and pulled him back to the doors of the er. âChibs, shhh, its okayâ murmured Tig as he held Chibs to him. âNo no noâ grunted Chibs as he struggled to get out of both manâs grip. âYou gotta let them work on her. They have to take her somewhere you canât go. âsoothed Tig. âI need her to be okay Tigâ murmured Chibs as he slowly dropped to his knees. âWe knowâ stated Juice as he patted Chibs shoulder. âAll my fault boysâ Chibs murmured as tears poured down his scarred face.
âChibsâ called Tara as she stepped into the chapel carefully. Frowning as she caught the older mans words. She knew there would be no use in correcting him though. Chibs bolted up his eyes red and swollen. He looked frantic. âIs sheâ he started to ask as Tara smiled softly and nodded. âSheâs going to be okay. She is coming off anesthesia and should be awake in hopefully a few hours.â Replied Tara as Chibs moved and pulled her in for a hug. âThank you. I donât know how I can ever repay youâ sniffled Chibs.
Once you were able to have visitors he was by your side. Holding your hand, fixing you hair, placing gentle kisses over the bruises on your face. He would have climbed in the bed but Tara said you were to fragile. He talked to you, sang to you. Listed all the reasons he loved you. Waiting on you to open your eyes so he could bask in your love that shown through. The club came and went around him. Dropping off fresh coffee, gifts and food.
You were well loved by the club. Each member have a unique relationship with you. You were more than just Chibs Old Lady. You were warm and friendly, always taking care of them. Looking out when you could. Sweet as pie is how Happy described you. Calm in the eye of any storm. Wouldnât hurt a fly. All this to say is why Tig and Juice were so slow to respond to the angry screams and sound of things crashing from your hospital room. Surely you wouldnât be yelling and cussing right?
âLassie stop⊠Itâs meâ begged Chibs as he dodged flying medical equipment as you screamed at him to get out. Your eyes full of a fury and hatred he had never seen before.
âWhatâs going on?â demanded Tara as she pushed the men out of her way.
âI donât want them in hereâ you had spat as tears poured down your face. Tara simply nodded as she started to usher the three men out.
âWait. Love pleaseâ pleaded Chibs as he managed to get to your bedside. Your next words nearly killed him.
***
Your words echoed through Chibs mind as he rode back home from the hospital. He wanted nothing more to stay but you had sent him away. He had left like a beat dog with his tail tucked as Tig and Juice tried to plead his case.
"Why did it take you so long?"
He couldnât blame you. It was a valid question. One he didnât have an answer for. One day you would forgive him though he prayed.
Three Months Later
"Look at you Lass" murmured Chibs as he sat watching you take your first steps since your attack. You gave him a small smile as tears snaked down your cheeks and your body shook with the effort.
You thought that week being beaten had been hell but nothing had come close to touching the torture that was relearning how to do things that came easily. You were thankful for Chibs sticking by you no matter how mean you were, how many things you threw at him. Him and his love were always by your side. Telling you one day you would be okay.
"Guess one day was today" you stated as he kissed your forehead once you had reached him.
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Hey Scott!
Love you and your art tutorials. Really a big fan, you got me into painting again when I couldn't get out of bed due to depression. I love watercolor!
You being an idol of mine, I checked out your movie, Animal Crackers.... I don't know if you intended it to be that way... but I did feel uncomfortable over your representation of Roma people. As a Spanish partial Romani myself I was just surprised to see those stereotypes of mystic, over-sexualised fortune tellers. We have so much more in our culture! I'm pretty young myself but even at the time this movie came out I understood it wasn't the best take.
I'm not here to critique you. But I did use to see you as a role model. I try to separate that from the rest of the movie, and your past art from you as a person but its hard because otherwise, I know you are in favor of good representation. Could you please address this? Use it as an opportunity for growth? Acknowledge it used a slur?
I just want my rose tinted glasses back.
Love, Yair.
Hi Yair! Thank you so much for the lovely message. I'm so happy my videos helped you in any way. Regarding Animal Crackers. Thank you for asking. When I wrote the graphic novel for my 5 year olds back in 2008... the term "Gypsy" was commonly used for "wanderers with a hint of magic" in books, tv, and movies and it wasn't considered a derogatory term for Roma people. Not generally. I thought this to be true when I wrote the script in 2011. I thought this to be true when I made the film in 2014.
But when the film came out... I started to see comments on twitter and instagram and facebook with people calling the film "racist" for using the term Gypsy so much.
It was at this time in the fall of 2020 that I learned of the significance of this word and how it was used as a derogatory term for the Roma people. While it was not done intentionally, I take full responsibility for this. I wrote it. I had the actors use the words. I was the one who put it in the movie. The blame is completely on me and my ignorance. And I am truly sorry. Shortly after this, I reached out to the European Roma Rights Centre and got on a call with them and we discussed the history of the Roma people and how (if I get a chance to make a sequel) I can educate the world about the Roma people and how hurtful the term "Gypsy" is to them. I can't undo any harm I may have caused in my movie, but, hopefully, I can make some amends with a sequel, working with the European Roma Rights Centre to portray the Roma people in a positive light, and educating people on how harmful stereotypes can be.
Thanks again for asking
Sending Big Hugs from the Hobbit Hole. â„â„â„
Scott

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I keep coming back to âAsk me why Iâm like this.â The way he talks to her on the phone, rubbing the handset with his finger. đ„” âYou know Iâll come for you.â đ„°đ© Carrying her everywhere; and the bath! THE đđBATHđđ Let me tell you it destroyed my existence it was so comforting and hot. Caged in by his thighs?? đ« Her face on his chest đ Johnny washing her with a loofa!! Could we get an extended bath blurb pretty please? Or a sequel?đ
Babes, you've no idea how happy it made me to read your kind words about Ask Me Why I'm Like This đ„č Ty for sending this lovely ask! I decided to write a few headcanons about the aftermath of that evening below the cut. I hope you enjoy! (There's so much soft!Johnny here, but I will warn you, there's also a bit of angst so pls don't be upset with me đ)
đ When you're roused in the middle of the night by a nightmare, Johnny comforts you. His warm body presses to yours and suddenly it ignites the desire building inside you. It's a moment he can't forget bc it seems too perfect, you tugging at his hair and sinking your heels against his back to keep him inside you. It's enough to make him forget the precautions he might normally take.
đ You cling to him until dawn, needing his weight draped over you to remain calm. Somehow it works and you manage to rest for another hour or two after he makes love to you, a pleasant dream painting the inside of your eyelids just before waking.
đ Even tho you slide beneath his arm as he sleeps and disappear out the front door, Johnny tries not to worry. He finds other ways to keep watch over you when you stop asking for his help directly. He knows everyone in town so if you buy a stick of gum, he hears about it.
đ In an unlikely turn of events it's what you don't do that causes him to worry the most. When you forget to visit your grandmother or skip the church bake sale, he realizes something bigger is on your mind.
đ He wasnât always a regular at the diner where you work, but now he makes a point to go there at lunchtime, asking to be seated in your section to check on you himself. The exhaustion in your eyes and the slight swell of your ankles confirms what he needs to know before he glimpses the strain of your apron strings or the oversize sweater you've donned before the end of September.
đ "Baby girl, why didn't you come to me?" he asks, unable to hide his concern any longer. Large hand resting on your shoulder, he rubs your aching muscles slowly as he awaits an answer. "This ain't your problem, Johnny," you inform him.
đ "How do you know? We been together a few times," he says hopefully, thumb stroking your cheek so gently it could make you break down on the spot. You can sense how badly he wants you to be his. If only you'd allow it.
đ "I don't," you finally admit. "But what if...?" He silences you with a tender kiss, any protest forgotten as he leads you toward the door. âYou can't keep this up with a baby inside ya. Need your rest," he grunts decisively.
đ Johnny takes you back to his to settle you into a more domestic routine, insistent on caring for you from that moment on. You didn't want for anything as he brings you your meals and tends to you with such attentiveness it makes your heart ache.
đ A month before your child is born you sit resting against him in the porcelain tub upstairs, his strong capable hands massaging your scalp. "Think it's a boy or a girl?" he wonders aloud, lips brushing your shoulder blade with a kiss. You shrug before confessing on a whispered breath. "Just don't want you to be disappointed..."
đ You go into labor in the early morning hours, Johnny springing from bed before you even have to wake him. His excitement is palpable as he helps you into your shoes and leads you to the car, eyes shining with pride.
đ He doesn't leave you for a moment in hospital, encouraging you every step of the way. "You can do this, darlin'," he assures you as he presses kisses to your sweaty forehead. And it's thru his unwavering support that you deliver a healthy baby boy.
đ After you've rested, you awake to find him cradling the child in his arms, tiny blue bundle nearly swallowed by his large biceps. "Never thought I'd get the chance to do this again," he coos quietly to the infant. When he notices you've roused, he places the baby at your side praising, âHe's perfect, just like his mama."
đ As the child opens his eyes for the first time, you can't help but be struck by the clear blue of his irises and it's like a stab of ice to your heart. "What's wrong, darlin'?" Johnny asks. "His eyes...they're so blue, Johnny," you begin to cry and he knows what you're thinking before you say it.
đ "Lotsa babies got blue eyes, sweetheart," he reasons. "Don't mean they're gonna stay that way," he nods reassuringly. But he can't help the way his mind drifts toward Benny now too. The resemblance undeniable as he feels his breath catch with the bitter realization.
đ The next day will be even harder when Benny arrives at your bedside unexpectedly with flowers and heartfelt apologies, asking to hold his son.
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Hi đ,
I'm curious about your Beautiful Things/See You in the Stars (astronaut AU)
(Also I absolutely love your astronaut au, thank you so much for sharing it with us đ„°)
Also requested by @optimisticflicker đâ€ïž
Not that there was a "correct" answer to which WIP to ask me about, but congratulations, you two are the lucky winners who stumbled upon the working title(s) of the official TTMAB sequel.
Don't get too excited yet, because I have no idea when this will happen and I don't have it plotted. But it *has* been in the back of my head enough to start jotting down some plot ideas.
It'll take place about a year after To the Moon and Back, and of course it will focus on Gale's Artemis IV mission! I'm very excited to send Gale to the moon. Like so excited. He was made to go to the moon.
So we'll see a lot of mission content. There will, of course, be a lot of hurt/comfort, especially as Buck and Bucky navigate life after Artemis III and cope with Gale launching into space just a year after the Shackleton incident. It won't be easy, even if they both like to pretend that they're fine. I won't tell you what it is, but I'm also working on the major drama/angst for the story and I'm interested in the idea I've come up with.
There will also of course be a lot of cool Gale on the moon content, the same banter between the crew and mission control, the same cast of characters we all love, maybe more of Chick being a slightly more fatherly figure this time around after nearly losing one of his boys. Whenever I get around to it, hopefully it'll be a good time!âš
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