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SOMEONE BETTER -- oneshot

been gone for a min for a last min road trip w/ friends for new years :) happy 2025! had this in my drafts after watching the paige ep on flau’jaes podcast

WC: ~1200 summary: paige catches you and your saved basketball edits

the amount of paige edits that popped up on your for-you-page was diabolical. especially considering she was your roommate.

you were waiting for her to return from practice, feet kicked up on the coffee table of your apartment, when the first of the day came up.

originally, you’d justified your ever-growing collection of edits as hype-videos: something you could scroll through before paige’s games to get you in the right mood. for a while, that checked out – you only saved her highlights, quick moving graphics with smooth transitions.

but then it had quickly devolved into what can only be described as an obsessive fan folder, filled with edits so thirsty you think you would actually combust if anyone saw them, let alone paige.

it was bound to happen.

you continued watching edits when the door opened, kept scrolling when it closed, and carried on even as paige leaned curiously on the kitchen counter. its not like she would know who you were watching – hell, you had juju watkins videos coming up on your page every couple days, too.

this arrangement had worked perfectly for you for months. you got to indulge in your quietest delusions, and your best-friend-turned-roommate could continue on none the wiser.

until her voice rang out clearly from your phone. you would’ve played it off, really, said it was an interview clip or something, had her voice not immediately been followed by the “or nah” audio.

mortified did not even begin to describe the feeling clawing into your throat.

you scrolled impossibly fast and began praying. maybe she hadn’t been paying attention. maybe she wasn’t even in the kitchen anymore. maybe you’d imagined the entire thing and paige wasn’t even real and this was all some kind of awful dream you’d wake up from in 3, 2, 1…

“whatcha watchin’?”

you think your soul has left your body.

paige is sauntering over and looking very smug. you’re wondering how fast you can make it from the couch to the balcony.

“an interview,” you try anyway, despite the fact that not a single interview in the history of basketball has ever included fucking ty dolla sign.

paige smirks, leaning over the back of the couch. her breath tickles the top of your head and you shiver despite yourself, eyes trained on the tiktok now repeating on your phone – one of those orange muppet videos (pepe? is he supposed to be a shrimp?) stuck on the first slide. really, if it weren’t for the horrors of your current situation, you would find the irony funny. if you survived this event, maybe you would make one. you can see it now. “i’m watching edits of my roommate – my roommate walks in – i have to defend myself to my roommate –” i have to defend myself to my roommate.

“which interview?”

“umm,” you say, eloquently. you can’t think past your orange muppet spiral. “overwatch?”

paige laughs, a noise that distracts you long enough for her to yank your phone away. “overtime?”

shit.

you can barely get out a disdained “paige!” before you hear the audio repeating again. would a fall from the third floor kill you? is it still considered a fall if you jump?

you stop lunging for your phone – maybe you can just play it cool. who cares if theres a paige edit on your FYP? it's only weird if you make it weird. “you act like those don’t pop up on your for you page too.”

paige shushes you, biting her cheeks in mock-seriousness. she shushes you! the nerve! if you weren’t so mortified you would argue with her!

but you are mortified, and so you stay quiet. the silence stretches on and on until your phone also goes silent. the apartment's heating unit is suddenly very loud, and for once you aren’t irritated at the noise – instead, you just think of how much you will actually miss your loud heating unit once paige processes the situation and kicks you out of your apartment in the dead of winter.

you think it can’t get any worse, until another audio starts playing and a self-satisfied grin stretches across paiges face. “you have like 70 videos in here.”

somebody kill me.

the original silence is filled with mr. lover lover, and there is absolutely no way you can “it’s for the hype” your way out of this. she continues scrolling. you stare helplessly at the floor. after what you can only guess is six or seven incriminating edits, she pauses, her jaw clenching inexplicably. here it comes. 'get out of my apartment' – 'i can’t look at you the same anymore'. you’re so cooked. fried, even.

“whatchu got caitlin saved in here for?”

what?

you must’ve voiced that thought out loud, because she responds. “you got a thing for iowa players too?”

your brows furrow. this was not the direction you thought this would be going in. instead, theres an edge cutting through paige’s words that you can’t quite place. is she still pissed? you let out a nervous laugh. “relax, paige, it’s not like i’m making wedding plans with her.”

paige stiffens. “it’s enough for a save-the-date.”

“paige, it’s like a 30 to 1 ratio.”

“yeah, our points ratio is 30:1 too.”

what the hell? first of all, you watch enough basketball to know that's not true. second of all, again, what the hell?

“i mean, it’s fine, i get it.” paige shrugs, suddenly uninterested in your phone. she tosses it on the couch and you (slowly) slip it into your pocket before she can change her mind. “i just think it’s funny you watch her when you literally live with someone better.”

“better at what?” paige splutters. “basketball.”

suddenly, it clicks. you sit, quiet, stunned for a second. “paige, if i didn’t know any better i’d say you sound jealous.”

“it’s not jealousy! it’s.. like, respect.” paige gestures wildly, and you’d almost believe her if there wasn’t a flush creeping up her neck. you raise a brow. “respect?” “we share a netflix account! and you’re saving edits of my competition!” “you’re totally jealous.”

paige looks cornered, backing towards the kitchen. her gaze falls to the floor. “i just think, like, i dunno – i just think i care about you and i’m right here and you’re saving edits of caitlin freakin’ clark.”

you can’t help the laugh that escapes, the absurdity of this situation catching up to you. somewhere in the back of your mind, you see the orange muppet again.

“what’s so funny?”

“you’re just –” you take a deep breath. “i can’t believe your jealous over a caitlin clark edit. you act like we’re together or something.”

“maybe i wanna be.”

paige freezes. you freeze. the heater kicks off. you're moving before you can think about it, standing in front of her. her eyes stay trained to the floor.

“i’m sorry. i just – you drive me crazy.”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing.”

she finally glances up, a smile cracking. “it’s not.”

“then what are you gonna do about it?”

her hand is on your jawline in an instant, and the nervousness bubbling in your chest is finally cut off with her lips on yours. when you pull away, she’s grinning.

“30:1 edit ratio, huh?”

your face heats, and you push your head against her chest. “not funny, paige.”

“i’ll make a new folder for you – poor decisions, filled with caitlin clark edits.”

"alright that's enough."

#paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers x female oc #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers x y/n

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raevpng · 12 days ago

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in between (pt. 2)

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

part 1 here :)

masterlist

a/n: hey everyonee i’m back :) i genuinely don’t know if i like this part or not and ill probably edit this when im slightly more awake but i hope you guys genuinely enjoy it ! i always love hearing your guys’ thoughts so feel free to talk or reply :)

ps: i’m making this a three part fic instead of two ;)

—

later that night, after the dishes had been washed and the parents had disappeared into their bedroom with tired goodnights and lingering smiles, the house settled into a stillness that felt almost sacred. it was silent, save for the soft hum of the fan and distant tiktok audios playing from azzi’s phone as the two girls scrolled lazily, waiting for the exhaustion of the day to catch up to them.

azzi’s bedroom window was open, letting in a cool breeze that carried the scent of fresh night air. it crept across her skin, sending a small shiver down her back.

paige was lying beside her, the two of them tucked into the bed like puzzle pieces. azzi curled closer, and paige let out a quiet laugh at something on her screen, piquing azzi’s curiosity.

“what’s so funny?” azzi murmured, leaning over her shoulder. she regrets it immediately when she saw what paige was watching, groaning and dropping her head in dramatic shame. it was a tiktok a fan had made – a compilation of them during their usa basketball days.

“oh my god, get it away from me,” she groaned, hiding her face under her hands. “that’s so not funny. i had braces and a unibrow.”

paige grinned, unbothered and utterly charmed. “you were adorable. still are.”

azzi rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the flush rising to her cheeks. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“cute?” paige teased, turning toward her with a glint in her eye. “you think i’m cute, huh?”

“shut up,” azzi muttered, voice a little too soft to be convincing.

“nooo,” paige drawled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, “say it again. come on.”

azzi opened her mouth to argue, but their eyes met — and the air shifted.

something passed between them then, quiet but undeniable. azzi’s breath caught in her throat as she realized just how close they were. the warmth of paige’s arm around her. the brush of her thigh. the soft curve of her mouth, just inches away.

as paige’s breath hitched – the static, tension, and ache that had followed them for years but never quite settled became evident in her face, azzi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“sorry az,” paige said quickly, backing off a little. “is this too-?”

“you’re cute,” azzi interrupted, voice barely above a whisper, so quiet paige nearly missed it. “and infuriating.”

paige froze, eyes locked on hers, and something in her chest twisted painfully. she didn’t know what to do when azzi got like this – brave and exposed and real in a way that knocked the breath right out of her lungs.

so, naturally, azzi leaned in and made it worse.

“and,” she added, voice dipping lower, “you’re mine for the next few weeks. no practices. no press. no cameras. just us.”

paige’s stomach flipped. she could feel the warmth of azzi’s breath against her cheek, could see the way her lips curved slightly like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“god az, do you know what you do to me?” paige couldn’t help but wonder out loud, feeling so weak in her knees she could only thank god she was already lying down.

azzi only shrugged, all feigned innocence, though the corner of her mouth curved like she knew exactly what she was doing. “i’m just saying what i want for once.”

and that did it.

—

the clock on azzi’s nightstand blinked 2:37 a.m. in faint red letters.

paige didn’t know when she’d fallen asleep, only that she woke to the sound of shifting sheets, the quiet creak of the mattress, and the warm weight of azzi curled a little closer.

it was dark — the kind of soft, thick darkness that made everything feel more intimate. the fan hummed steadily above them, and a faint strip of light from the streetlamp outside fell across the floor, brushing against the edge of the bed like a secret.

paige blinked the sleepiness away, adjusting quickly when she realises azzi was still awake.

her breathing wasn’t deep enough for sleep, and paige kicks herself internally for being so down bad she knew such a thing. when paige turned her head, she found those familiar brown eyes already watching her. wide, warm, and full of something that made her heart thud quietly in her chest.

“hey,” paige croaked, voice still rough with sleep, “everything okay?”

azzi nodded, slow and thoughtful, then turned to fully face her. her eyes traced paige’s face, soft in the dark, all sleepy lids and messy hair, and paused on her lips.

she didn’t look away.

and god, she noticed – azzi knew paige noticed when she licked her lips – just a reflex – but one that made azzi freeze for a half-second too long.

“what’s on your mind?” paige whispered, not daring to break whatever had settled between them like static in the air.

paige saw it. felt it. the tension that stretched between them like a wire pulled taut. one move, one breath too loud, and it would snap.

and in hindsight, azzi knew this was the perfect moment to tell her everything.

how she couldn’t stop thinking about her when she wasn’t around, how she looked at her like she hung the stars, how just the sound of paige laughing made her want to fall into her arms and never leave. how she couldn’t look at paige without feeling the desire to pull her in and kiss her silly. or that ever since paige came over with her stupid blonde hair that glows under the summer sun and those deep blue eyes that seemed to always find hers like magnets – that this visit shifted something inside her, and she didn’t know how to unfeel it.

but she didn’t – she couldn’t. instead, she settled for their comfortable banter: “you snore too loud.”

paige squinted, caught completely off guard and heart sinking slightly. “i do not.”

“you so do,” azzi said, grinning now. “it’s cute.”

paige rolled her eyes, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks but feeling the desire to be bold. “you’re lucky i like you.”

azzi smiled – the kind of soft, sleepy smile that dimpled her cheeks and made paige feel like the world had gone still.

“yeah?” she asked quietly. “you like me?”

and paige doesn’t know what it is – maybe the way azzi let those words slip so easily or maybe the soft look that was only reserved for her that azzi shot her, she doesn’t know. but she feels the need to say something, anything to relieve the burn in her chest, the self-destructive need to do more, to keep pushing this blurry boundary of theirs, to keep pushing until maybe one of them breaks. “yeah, i really do.”

it was like the room stopped breathing with them. the air between them grew impossibly thick, hot with everything they hadn’t said and everything they’d been afraid to say.

azzi’s hand found paige’s, tentative and trembling, like touching her might make it real. like speaking it aloud might ruin it.

then, something shifted in the air between them.

not in a sudden, shocking way, but in the slow, steady unraveling of a feeling that had been building for years. like every inside joke, every shared glance across the court, every “stay safe” and “call me when you get home” had been quietly leading up to this moment.

“has it been different for you too?” azzi whispered, voice so honest and raw that paige felt something break in her. “please tell me you feel it too.”

paige’s heart soared at azzi’s words, heart racing and mind full of tangled words. she wanted to do something, say something – anything to have azzi close. to let azzi know she felt it too, that this quiet tension between them has been burning for far too long – and it was time to cave into it.

but she didn’t answer with words.

she reached for azzi like she’d been doing it in dreams, like her hand was drawn there by muscle memory. she cupped azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing the soft skin beneath her eye, and leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.

azzi didn’t.

their lips met, hesitant for a breath, like a question waiting to be answered — then everything cracked open.

it was tender at first – unsure and sweet with inexperience and nerves . but then azzi tilted her head and leaned in just a little more, and suddenly it was everything at once, soft, deep, trembling with years of unsaid things.

paige kissed her like she was memorizing her, and azzi kissed back like she was done pretending.

the kiss turned hungry, aching, and all teeth with trembling lips and gasping breaths, like they’d been holding it in for years. like they were trying to make up for every second they’d wasted not doing this. and god, how were they not doing this? why did they choose to miss out on this?

paige pulled azzi closer by the waist, like she needed her in her arms or she might fall apart. azzi’s hands found the back of paige’s neck, fingers threading into her hair as she tilted her head, deepening the kiss with a soft, broken sigh. it was messy, imperfect, too much and not enough.

they kissed like it hurt to stop.

they only pulled apart when breathing became absolutely necessary, their foreheads resting together, chests rising and falling in sync, lips swollen, eyes dazed.

“that answer your question?” paige whispered, voice shaking.

azzi let out a soft laugh, full of disbelief and wonder. “you’re an idiot.”

“but a cute one, right?”

“unbearably.”

they stayed tangled together, cheeks warm and lips swollen, realisation of what this means for them slowly sinking in. yet, there was no trace of panic or denial or regret in either girl’s bodies, and paige felt her whole body exhale in relief.

“can i tell you something?” azzi asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence that settled nicely between them, her fingers tracing shapes on paige’s arm.

“anything.”

“i think i’ve been falling for you for a while now.”

paige didn’t even try to hide the way her breath caught.

“good,” she whispered back. “because i’ve been falling for you too.”

–

the smell of coffee and cinnamon stirs paige awake first, groaning softly as she rolls over to bury her face in the nearest pillow. sunlight poured rudely through the half-open blinds, the light hitting her directly in the eyes, but before she could even consider throwing a pillow at the window or pulling the blanket over her head, every trace of annoyance evaporated, cause how could she be annoyed at this sight?

azzi was curled up next to her, head tucked near her shoulder, her face resting on paige’s left arm like it belonged there. her curls were a soft, tangled halo against the pillow, and that same cursed morning light that had her ready to riot now made her glow — golden and warm and unfairly breathtaking.

and paige wondered – how had she not come to terms of her feelings towards her best friend sooner? how did she miss the loud banging of her heart against her chest whenever she saw her? how did she miss the tingling in her fingertips, the itch to run her fingers over the younger’s hair, her button nose, and those lips.

paige burned as the memories of last night washed over her, how azzi’s pink lips felt moving heatedly against her own, the soft whimper that azzi let out when paige nibbled her lips slightly to gain more access, the way her stomach felt as paige’s hand had slipped under her oversized shirt to palm the dip of her waist.

and now?

now they were here.

azzi shifted slightly, as if sensing the weight of paige’s thoughts. her lashes fluttered open, revealing soft, sleepy brown eyes, still glazed with that tender warmth from sleep, like morning sunlight lived behind them. she blinked up at paige, and something bloomed in her chest so big and so bright she almost forgot how to breathe. paige couldn’t help the dopey, lovesick smile that formed on her face.

“morning, sleepy head.” paige whispered, her voice still gravelly with sleep, eyes crinkling as she reached out to trail her fingertips along azzi’s cheek lightly.

because she could now.

they could do that now... right?

azzi hummed, a giggle slipping out as she leaned into the touch, impossibly adorable in her half-sleep daze. her cheeks puffed just slightly, and her smile tugged one side higher than the other. paige could practically feel herself melt on the spot.

and damn, azzi thought she seriously needed glasses, because how did she miss how loving paige’s eyes were whenever she looked at her? azzi felt her heart melt at how different paige seemed to look at her, and god she really was oblivious wasn’t she? because this side of paige? it wasn’t new, yet it felt so different, but it was quickly becoming her favourite version of the blonde.

paige wasn’t sure if her chest was burning or floating, only that every second she looked at azzi now made her heart feel like it was trying to spell something — bold, bright letters banging on her ribcage.

“you’re staring,” azzi murmured with a sleepy grin.

“can you blame me?” paige whispered, brushing her thumb over azzi’s cheek. “you’re perfect. too perfect actually, it’s kinda…gross.”

azzi laughed again, face flushed pink and eyes practically closing with how hard she smiled. “gross?” she repeated incredulously, tone light and teasing. “is that your love language?”

“only for you.”

a beat.

then, with the most ridiculous pout, azzi murmured, “i miss you. and i’m hungry.”

she tried to stifle a laugh at how dramatic paige reacted, groaning like she was in pain, flopping onto her back dramatically. “unfair. so unfair. how are you cute and needy first thing in the morning? i’m not built for this.”

azzi rolled onto her side to face her, eyes bright now. “if it helps... you’re making it worse by being stupidly hot and wearing my shirt.”

paige smirked at the compliment, “me? hot?”

azzi hummed, feigning nonchalance, “ridiculously so.”

“well don’t expect it back anytime soon, i’m keeping it.” paige beamed proudly, “you can’t tease me with your scent, say im hot in it, and expect me to give it back.”

azzi flushed again, flustered now and clearly trying not to show it. paige, of course, noticed – and leaned in with a devilish grin. “what was that? is that a blush, azzi fudd!”

“shut up,” azzi muttered, hiding her face in the pillow. “you’re so annoying.”

“but lovable,” paige chirped, springing out of bed. she stretched with a low sigh, tugging the hem of her sleep shirt down before moving to the drawer beside the bed. “okay, okay. breakfast. but only because you pouted. can’t have my princess starving.”

azzi peeked over the pillow. “...princess?”

paige turned with the most innocent expression she could manage to sassily say, “did i stutter?”

“you did not just–”

“shh,” paige said dramatically, quickly pulling her designated drawer to fish her hoodie out and turn around with it. “you’re cold, i can tell. come here.”

azzi rolled her eyes, trying to seem unaffected at how doting paige was being, but the pink on her cheeks betrayed her. “i can put it on myself.”

“nuh uh. not today.” paige stepped close, holding the hoodie just out of reach. “arms up.”

“paige–”

“arms up, princess.”

reluctantly and frankly way too flustered to actually argue, azzi raised her arms, and paige gently tugged the hoodie down over her frame, laughing as it absolutely swallowed her. the sleeves went past her hands and the hem nearly to her knees.

“yep,” paige said proudly. “that’s the look. ten out of ten. belongs in fashion week.”

azzi burst out laughing at her silliness, but buried her nose in the collar, sighing like she could stay there forever. “smells like you.”

paige raised a brow. “and that’s a good thing?”

“mmhm.”

“so you are obsessed with me.”

“don’t push it.”

“too late.”

azzi poked paige’s side playfully, and paige yelped, grabbing her hand in mock betrayal. “okay, rude. no poking the hoodie-gifter. it’s in the rulebook.”

“what rulebook?”

“the one i wrote last night, after i kissed you and you ruined my life in the best possible way.” she raised an accusational finger, laughing at azzi’s offended gasp.

but then azzi’s smirk slipped for just a second – her eyes softening again as they lingered on paige’s. “so... last night,” she said, quieter now. “it changed things, huh?”

paige stepped closer, brushing a curl behind azzi’s ear with infinite care. “yeah. but in the best way. i promise.”

azzi’s breath caught.

“what kind of change?” she asked, though the tremble in her voice said she already knew.

paige leaned in, lips brushing just beside her ear, her voice low and teasing and warm.

“you’ll find out,” she whispered. “don’t you worry, baby.”

azzi shivered from the nickname, from the nearness, from the soft promise wrapped in every syllable. her knees nearly buckled under her, and paige, already halfway to the door, shot her a wink without a second glance.

azzi groaned into her hands, rooted to the same exact spot worried she’d melt into a lovesick goop and slip through the floorboard cracks and away into oblivion.

cause fuck, she was so gone for her.

and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

–

after an embarrassingly long amount of time, azzi finally gathered herself enough, padding sofly across the hallway to the kitchen. paige’s hoodie was still swallowing her whole, keeping her warm not only because of the thickness, but because of the reminder that it was paige’s. her bare feet made barely a sound against the hardwood, and as she neared the kitchen, she slowed, catching the low hum of voices.

azzi paused just outside the doorway, half-shielded by the wall. she hadn’t meant to eavesdrop — she really hadn’t — but when she heard the unmistakable sound of her dad's chuckle, followed by paige's slightly flustered tone, her curiosity got the better of her.

“so…” tim began, and azzi could practically hear the grin in his voice. “you two have a good sleep?”

paige laughed awkwardly. “uh, yeah. very nice, and uh…peaceful?”

azzi wanted to laugh at the hesitation between each symbol and at the way her voice had gone up maybe three octaves.

“peaceful?” katie echoed, amused. “that’s not what we heard last night.”

there was a clatter, maybe paige nearly dropping a mug – followed by a horrified sputter. “oh my god. what? no, it’s not… we weren’t–”

tim’s serious facade cracked, letting out a booming laugh, clearly enjoying the embarrassment on her honorary second daughter’s face, “relax paige, nothing inappropriate. at least i hope?”

“just lots and lots of giggling,” katie teased, “and maybe a suspicious thump,”

“i– that was— okay, she rolled into me and we— it was a mattress-related accident, i swear!”

azzi bit her lip, a part of her holding in a laugh at how uncomfortable paige was and half horror at how embarrassing her parents were being.

“uh-huh,” tim said, his tone dripping with mischief. “so, just out of curiosity…” he let the silence hang for a moment, and azzi could imagine him leaning in slightly, all faux-serious dad energy. “you do like our daughter, right?”

another pause. then, paige’s voice – softer now, sincere despite the nervous edge.

“yeah. yeah, i really do.”

azzi’s breath caught.

inside, paige rubbed the back of her neck, her cheeks flushed as she met katie and tim’s amused but comforting smile. she looked sheepish, like she’d been caught doodling hearts in the margins of her notes – which i mean, emotionally, she kind of had. katie reached out and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, a quiet nudge of reassurance to keep going.

“i know i haven’t exactly said anything official yet,” paige went on, hands gesturing nervously, “but last night... something happened. it wasn’t just some impulsive thing. it was real. and now that it’s out there, i don’t really want to hold back anymore.”

tim raised a brow at the ambiguity of paige’s confession, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. “go on.”

“i want to ask her out. properly,” paige said, eyes earnest now, voice more grounded. “i want to treat her right. not just because she deserves it, but because i’ve been falling for her for a long time. and now that she knows... i want to do this right. not just sneaking looks and wondering ‘what if.’ i want the real thing.” she finishes firmly, slightly breathless at her rambling, but desperate to let azzi’s parents know that she was serious, more serious than she’s ever been.

katie’s face lit up, her expression tender. she reached across the counter again, this time to gently pat paige’s hand. “we trust you,” she said, voice soft with emotion. “we always have. but hearing you say it like that... it means a lot. we’re happy for you two. really.”

tim nodded in agreement, taking a short sip of his coffee, “agreed. i like you paige, i always have. but don’t be fooled, she’s still my daughter. break her heart and you’re running laps at every fudd picnic.”

“deal,” paige said with a sheepish laugh. “and hurting her? wouldn’t even dream of it.”

azzi chose that moment to casually stroll in, feigning obliviousness despite the unmistakable pink on her cheeks. “morning,” she said sweetly, rubbing her eyes as she walked over to grab a mug from the cabinet. she ignored the wide eyed look paige sent her way and her parents’ stifled chuckles, choosing to plop down beside paige as if she didn’t hear every word she said.

paige gave her a questioning glance — you heard that, didn’t you?

but azzi just smiled into her cup, eyes twinkling.

“we saved you a cinnamon roll,” katie said with a wink, sliding a plate toward her daughter.

“ooh, the good stuff,” azzi said as she took the plate, nudging paige’s knee under the table. paige looked at her, eyes searching, but azzi only gave her a coy smile and popped a piece of roll into her mouth. “thanks for the hoodie, by the way. super warm. smells kinda like…” she sniffed dramatically. “love and devotion?”

paige choked on her coffee.

tim snorted as he settled on a chair. katie on the other hand, didn’t even bother to hide a loud and satisfied laugh at her daughter’s boldness.

“you okay there, paige?” azzi asked innocently, offering her a napkin like she hadn’t just murdered her in real time. paige glared at her like a betrayed puppy, a small pout forming at azzi’s teasing as azzi placed a soft kiss on her cheek, making her even redder.

“azzi.” paige hissed under her breath when tim let out a teasing, long whistle at the display of affection, “your parents are right there.”

“so?” azzi whispered in mock confusion, her lips brushing against paige’s ear in such an electrifying way paige almost choked again, “just getting you back for leaving me all bothered earlier.”

paige nearly fell off her stool.

tim and katie just exchanged a knowing look — one filled with amused exasperation and unmistakable fondness. because in all their years together, this moment? it felt familiar.

felt like love.

they settled into breakfast, the four of them sharing easy conversation and laughter, the morning sunlight stretching long across the kitchen floor. katie, eyeing at how little the two girls had eaten and her suspicion that the boys were gonna wake soon anyway, got up to the stove.

“you two want eggs?” katie asked over her shoulder, flipping something expertly on the stove. “or are you still running on teenage love fumes?”

paige was unfortunately mid-sip on her second cup of coffee.

so she choked.

again.

azzi stifled a laugh, blinking innocently over the rim of her mug, fighting a smug smile as she leaned into paige just slightly.

paige coughed as azzi pat her back lightly, “i think i’m good, but thank you, mrs. fudd.”

“katie,” her mom corrected with a smirk. “i think you’ve officially more than earned the first-name basis after stealing my daughter’s heart.”

“she did not steal it,” azzi muttered, her blush betraying her. “i practically gift-wrapped it.”

paige ignored her muttering, grinning proudly while tim came around the island to help plate the eggs katie was cooking up, “you deserve it. azzi’s had a line of admirers since she was like eleven. i still remember that one kid who used to write her love poems during middle school lunch. what was his name? milo?”

“dad,” azzi groaned, dropping her head to the table. “why, genuinely why.”

paige’s head whipped around. “who?”

“it was fifth grade!” azzi protested. “he stood on the bench and serenaded me. with choreo. i ran.”

paige’s eyes widened with delight, nearly sliding off her stool from laughing. “you’re telling me you got serenaded at eleven? and i thought i was down bad.”

“you are,” azzi side eyed her, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll.

katie tossed a dish towel toward her daughter. “and you’re no better. you made heart eyes over her every night on facetime for who knows how many years straight.”

azzi’s giggled with a light blush, not bothering to deny her mother’s claim. she only smiled, soft and unguarded, her hand sneaking under the table to gently brush against paige’s. it wasn’t obvious — not really — just a quiet graze, a silent i’m here. i like this. i like you. and when paige responded by curling her pinky around azzi’s, she didn’t let go.

and as the laughter mellowed and the morning settled into a rhythm — dishes clinking softly, the smell of fresh coffee lingering in the air — paige gently reached over and laced her fingers fully with azzi’s beneath the table. no hesitation this time. just quiet certainty.

azzi squeezed back, her thumb brushing softly over paige’s knuckles. her smile was relaxed, almost dreamy, eyes cast downward as if she could feel every single point of contact magnified tenfold.

no teasing.

no hiding.

no maybe.

just yes.

yes, this was happening.

yes, this was right.

yes, this was hers.

#pazzi #paige x azzi #pazzi fic #azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi fics #pazzi one shot #such BABIES protect them at all costs

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lesbiansforboromir · 1 year ago

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Inspired by the Hunt for Gollum 2 day fiasco (I suppose it wasn't really a fiasco, genuinely happy they came to such a quick resolution, I will give it to them), I noticed a bunch of people said they'd never heard of the Hunt for Gollum fanfilm and was surprised! So here are some more tolkien fan films on youtube that you can watch right now! A friend of mine coalated all of these for our server and we binged them all, which was a really great time and I would heartily recommend.

Obviously, first; The Hunt for Gollum, a 40min shortfilm pretty much entirely about Aragorn, you guessed it, hunting gollum. But there's also a few neat interactions with other characters too and the production is of an extremely good quality for what it is.

Then you have Born of Hope, from the same company as hunt for gollum, this one focuses more on Arathorn and Gilraen's relationship and Aragorn's tumultuous birth. It's very depressing but I also really liked the casting of Arathorn and is worth a watch.

Horn of Gondor is a short 20min fanfilm with a pretty inventive premise, focusing on Borondir's in-universe fabled ride to deliver Steward Cirion's request for an alliance with the ancestral rohirrim to Eorl their king, thereby saving Gondor from defeat. I find it a little lacklustre and it doesnt really measure up to it's concept but the attempt is still admirable and there is some real and clear passion behind it so still worth a watch.

Wings Over Arda is, gonna be honest, my favourite one of the lot. It is an hour long and extremely ambitiously attempts to feature events from Tuor's meeting with Ulmo, to the attack of the Sons of Feanor upon Doriath. It essentially fails to live up to the auspicousness of any of these things, but it is EXTREMELY earnest and the casting for Dior in particular is now just burned into my brain. It feels kind of like it was made in the 1980s too which I just love for a film that came out 2 years ago. It's really fun, give it a go.

One of the Seven is more of a hobbit movie fanfilm, referencing PJ's Thranduil backstory of losing his wife and the hunt for her jewels, but also involving dwarves and elves bickering over unspecified rings. It has the brightest colour pallette of all the films which is a visual relief and all the costumes are really detailed, mainly because I suspect this was made my cosplayers who just had some time on their hands. It's fun and campy and only 25mins so fully digestable, even if it's a little dwarf-ist.

Lastly there's The Peril to the Shire, even though cards on the table I have not watched this one. It is three hours long and was made by a bunch of homeschooled children somewhere, featuring entirely child actors and about Rosie Cotten defending the Shire pre-scouring. From what I've seen, the kids are having a great time doing it, but the audio is also really hard to hear clearly so this is more of a challenge than a suggestion.

#text post #tolkien #the hunt for gollum #born of hope #wings of arda #one of the seven #the peril to the shire #horn of gondor #lotr #lord of the rings #fan film

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komaedalovemail · 6 months ago

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komaedas have you tried straw.page?

(i hope you don't mind if i make a big ollllle webdev post off this!)

i have never tried straw.page but it looks similar to carrd and other WYSIWYG editors (which is unappealing to me, since i know html/css/js and want full control of the code. and can't hide secrets in code comments.....)

my 2 cents as a web designer is if you're looking to learn web design or host long-term web projects, WYSIWYG editors suck doodooass. you don't learn the basics of coding, someone else does it for you! however, if you're just looking to quickly host images, links to your other social medias, write text entries/blogposts, WYSIWYG can be nice.

toyhouse, tumblr, deviantart, a lot of sites implement WYSIWYG for their post editors as well, but then you can run into issues relying on their main site features for things like the search system, user profiles, comments, etc. but it can be nice to just login to your account and host your information in one place, especially on a platform that's geared towards that specific type of information. (toyhouse is a better example of this, since you have a lot of control of how your profile/character pages look, even without a premium account) carrd can be nice if you just want to say "here's where to find me on other sites," for example. but sometimes you want a full website!

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neocities hosting

currently, i host my website on neocities, but i would say the web2.0sphere has sucked some doodooass right now and i'm fiending for something better than it. it's a static web host, e.g. you can upload text, image, audio, and client-side (mostly javascript and css) files, and html pages. for the past few years, neocities' servers have gotten slower and slower and had total blackouts with no notices about why it's happening... and i'm realizing they host a lot of crypto sites that have crypto miners that eat up a ton of server resources. i don't think they're doing anything to limit bot or crypto mining activity and regular users are taking a hit.

↑ page 1 on neocitie's most viewed sites we find this site. this site has a crypto miner on it, just so i'm not making up claims without proof here. there is also a very populated #crypto tag on neocities (has porn in it tho so be warned...).

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dynamic/server-side web hosting

$5/mo for neocities premium seems cheap until you realize... The Beautiful World of Server-side Web Hosting!

client-side AKA static web hosting (neocities, geocities) means you can upload images, audio, video, and other files that do not interact with the server where the website is hosted, like html, css, and javascript. the user reading your webpage does not send any information to the server like a username, password, their favourite colour, etc. - any variables handled by scripts like javascript will be forgotten when the page is reloaded, since there's no way to save it to the web server. server-side AKA dynamic web hosting can utilize any script like php, ruby, python, or perl, and has an SQL database to store variables like the aforementioned that would have previously had nowhere to be stored.

there are many places in 2024 you can host a website for free, including: infinityfree (i use this for my test websites :B has tons of subdomains to choose from) [unlimited sites, 5gb/unlimited storage], googiehost [1 site, 1gb/1mb storage], freehostia [5 sites/1 database, 250mb storage], freehosting [1 site, 10gb/unlimited storage]

if you want more features like extra websites, more storage, a dedicated e-mail, PHP configuration, etc, you can look into paying a lil shmoney for web hosting: there's hostinger (this is my promocode so i get. shmoney. if you. um. 🗿🗿🗿) [$2.40-3.99+/mo, 100 sites/300 databases, 100gb storage, 25k visits/mo], a2hosting [$1.75-12.99+/mo, 1 site/5 databases, 10gb/1gb storage], and cloudways [$10-11+/mo, 25gb/1gb]. i'm seeing people say to stay away from godaddy and hostgator. before you purchase a plan, look up coupons, too! (i usually renew my plan ahead of time when hostinger runs good sales/coupons LOL)

here's a big webhost comparison chart from r/HostingHostel circa jan 2024.

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domain names

most of the free website hosts will give you a subdomain like yoursite.has-a-cool-website-69.org, and usually paid hosts expect you to bring your own domain name. i got my domain on namecheap (enticing registration prices, mid renewal prices), there's also porkbun, cloudflare, namesilo, and amazon route 53. don't use godaddy or squarespace. make sure you double check the promo price vs. the actual renewal price and don't get charged $120/mo when you thought it was $4/mo during a promo, certain TLDs (endings like .com, .org, .cool, etc) cost more and have a base price (.car costs $2,300?!?). look up coupons before you purchase these as well!

namecheap and porkbun offer something called "handshake domains," DO NOT BUY THESE. 🤣🤣🤣 they're usually cheaper and offer more appealing, hyper-specific endings like .iloveu, .8888, .catgirl, .dookie, .gethigh, .♥, .❣, and .✟. I WISH WE COULD HAVE THEM but they're literally unusable. in order to access a page using a handshake domain, you need to download a handshake resolver. every time the user connects to the site, they have to provide proof of work. aside from it being incredibly wasteful, you LITERALLY cannot just type in the URL and go to your own website, you need to download a handshake resolver, meaning everyday internet users cannot access your site.

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hosting a static site on a dynamic webhost

you can host a static (html/css/js only) website on a dynamic web server without having to learn PHP and SQL! if you're coming from somewhere like neocities, the only thing you need to do is configure your website's properties. your hosting service will probably have tutorials to follow for this, and possibly already did some steps for you. you need to point the nameserver to your domain, install an SSL certificate, and connect to your site using FTP for future uploads. FTP is a faster, alternative way to upload files to your website instead of your webhost's file upload system; programs like WinSCP or FileZilla can upload using FTP for you.

if you wanna learn PHP and SQL and really get into webdev, i wrote a forum post at Mysidia Adoptables here, tho it's sorted geared at the mysidia script library itself (Mysidia Adoptables is a free virtual pet site script, tiny community. go check it out!)

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file storage & backups

a problem i have run into a lot in my past like, 20 years of internet usage (/OLD) is that a site that is free, has a small community, and maybe sounds too good/cheap to be true, has a higher chance of going under. sometimes this happens to bigger sites like tinypic, photobucket, and imageshack, but for every site like that, there's like a million of baby sites that died with people's files. host your files/websites on a well-known site, or at least back it up and expect it to go under!

i used to host my images on something called "imgjoe" during the tinypic/imageshack era, it lasted about 3 years, and i lost everything hosted on there. more recently, komaedalovemail had its webpages hosted here on tumblr, and tumblr changed its UI so custom pages don't allow javascript, which prevented any new pages from being edited/added. another test site i made a couple years ago on hostinger's site called 000webhost went under/became a part of hostinger's paid-only plans, so i had to look very quickly for a new host or i'd lose my test site.

if you're broke like me, looking into physical file storage can be expensive. anything related to computers has gone through baaaaad inflation due to crypto, which again, I Freaquing Hate, and is killing mother nature. STOP MINING CRYPTO this is gonna be you in 1 year

...um i digress. ANYWAYS, you can archive your websites, which'll save your static assets on The Internet Archive (which could use your lovely donations right now btw), and/or archive.today (also taking donations). having a webhost service with lots of storage and automatic backups can be nice if you're worried about file loss or corruption, or just don't have enough storage on your computer at home!

if you're buying physical storage, be it hard drive, solid state drive, USB stick, whatever... get an actual brand like Western Digital or Seagate and don't fall for those cheap ones on Amazon that claim to have 8,000GB for $40 or you're going to spend 13 days in windows command prompt trying to repair the disk and thenthe power is gong to go out in your shit ass neighvborhood and you have to run it tagain and then Windows 10 tryes to update and itresets the /chkdsk agin while you're awayfrom town nad you're goig to start crytypting and kts just hnot going tot br the same aever agai nikt jus not ggiog to be the saeme

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further webhosting options

there are other Advanced options when it comes to web hosting. for example, you can physically own and run your own webserver, e.g. with a computer or a raspberry pi. r/selfhosted might be a good place if you're looking into that!

if you know or are learning PHP, SQL, and other server-side languages, you can host a webserver on your computer using something like XAMPP (Apache, MariaDB, PHP, & Perl) with minimal storage space (the latest version takes up a little under 1gb on my computer rn). then, you can test your website without needing an internet connection or worrying about finding a hosting plan that can support your project until you've set everything up!

there's also many PHP frameworks which can be useful for beginners and wizards of the web alike. WordPress is one which you're no doubt familiar with for creating blog posts, and Bluehost is a decent hosting service tailored to WordPress specifically. there's full frameworks like Laravel, CakePHP, and Slim, which will usually handle security, user authentication, web routing, and database interactions that you can build off of. Laravel in particular is noob-friendly imo, and is used by a large populace, and it has many tutorials, example sites built with it, and specific app frameworks.

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addendum: storing sensitive data

if you decide to host a server-side website, you'll most likely have a login/out functionality (user authentication), and have to store things like usernames, passwords, and e-mails. PLEASE don't launch your website until you're sure your site security is up to snuff!

when trying to check if your data is hackable... It's time to get into the Mind of a Hacker. OWASP has some good cheat sheets that list some of the bigger security concerns and how to mitigate them as a site owner, and you can look up filtered security issues on the Exploit Database.

this is kind of its own topic if you're coding a PHP website from scratch; most frameworks securely store sensitive data for you already. if you're writing your own PHP framework, refer to php.net's security articles and this guide on writing an .htaccess file.

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but. i be on that phone... :(

ok one thing i see about straw.page that seems nice is that it advertises the ability to make webpages from your phone. WYSIWYG editors in general are more capable of this. i only started looking into this yesterday, but there ARE source code editor apps for mobile devices! if you have a webhosting plan, you can download/upload assets/code from your phone and whatnot and code on the go. i downloaded Runecode for iphone. it might suck ass to keep typing those brackets.... we'll see..... but sometimes you're stuck in the car and you're like damn i wanna code my site GRRRR I WANNA CODE MY SITE!!!

↑ code written in Runecode, then uploaded to Hostinger. Runecode didn't tell me i forgot a semicolon but Hostinger did... i guess you can code from your webhost's file uploader on mobile but i don't trust them since they tend not to autosave or prompt you before closing, and if the wifi dies idk what happens to your code.

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ANYWAYS! HAPPY WEBSITE BUILDING~! HOPE THIS HELPS~!~!~!

-Mod 12 @eeyes

#ask #Anonymous #neocities #web development #long post #mod 12

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ktaerssoi · 1 year ago

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blabber mouth

summary: the multiple times you were caught having an interaction a little more than friendly with paige.

paige bueckers x fem!reader

(582)

notes: not proof read sorryyyy. also sorry for disappearing for the past three days i was preoccupied. anyway i actually like this i hope im not wrong. i keep watching this one caitlin clark edit someone save me she is so fine. - kate

you had been known to the fans of UConn women's basketball, usually hanging out with the girls. you had met them through azzi, the both of you majoring in communications, and eventually, you had been indoctrinated into the team. you had grown close to many of the girls, befriending everyone. and maybe even going on a few dates with a special girl you had the privilege of meeting.

that being said, it wasn't common for you to be seen in tiktoks or lives. that's why fans went borderline insane when they saw you leaning your head on paige's shoulder in the background of one of ice's lives.

rumors of you being in a relationship were swarming the internet, fans trying to find even more "proof" of you together. they had been right, you were dating, but no one else needed to know that.

that's why you posted a video on paige's tiktok making a disclaimer that you guys were "just friends." however, the fans had gotten a taste of you two together, and weren't about to stop the edits or comments.

being a secret girlfriend to UConn's star player wasn't easy, you needed to go to all of the games to make paige happy, but you also couldn't be too public about your relationship.

you had thought you were doing a pretty good job, you sat directly across from the home bench and cheered when acceptable. you had been recognized more and more often now as you had officially posted with the team and were with them almost all the time.

your phone was blowing up with follow requests and tagging notifications, and your newfound fans wanting to get to know you outside of the girls. checking through notifications one day, you saw you had been tagged an abundant amount of times on one post.

clicking on the video, it starts to play a lovey-dovey edit audio as you watch clips of you a paige at the games. her pointing to you in the stands, you cheering as she shoots a three, and her hugging you after a game were all clips included in the edit.

needless to say, that was not the last of those edits.

you and paige had been going on date nights frequently throughout your almost year-long relationship. along the way you guys had gained a bit of a following on social media, being spotted almost everywhere it was difficult to just be a couple in public.

you and paige had finally had a good amount of time where the both of you were open and could do anything, deciding you would go to a nice little restaurant near by your shared apartment.

you had been laughing about some funny story paige had been telling about her day when a fan came up to your table. "wait, oh my gosh, no way, ohmygosh, you're paige bueckers! and you're her girlfriend!" you had gotten flustered at the correct assumption, not wanting to deny it but knowing you would have to denounce it to protect paige's future.

"oh um," you were cut off by paige grabbing your hand, giving you a look before turning to the girl. "that's me, do you want a picture? i have some time."

you smile as you watch her pose for the photo, what you hadn't realized was that you were visible in the background admiring her like she was the sun.

the fans had a field day with that single photo.

#wcbb #wlw #i need her #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #uconn wbb

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wintrwinchestr · 2 years ago

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lather (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

moodboard by @iamasaddie

summary: you decide to try shaving your pussy for the first time on your first night settling into jackson with joel. he accidentally nicks you while helping you shave, but he makes sure to kiss it all better <3

warnings: 18+, smut, early jackson joel, established d/s relationship, porn with some plot (probably too much), oral (f receiving), innocence kink/roleplay, daddy kink (bordering on ddlg), shaving, a bit of insecure reader, blood (tried to keep it short & not very graphic), sprinkle of humiliation, pet names (darlin’, baby, babygirl, lil�� girl, honey, sweet girl, etc), joel refers to reader’s pussy as she/her, spitting, reader can be lifted by joel and has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, implied *legal* age gap (reader went to school in the qz)

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this fic is based on an nsfw audio by u/organ_donor86 on reddit!! i went to reddit and found it again so i could properly credit them for the inspiration, but i haven’t heard the full audio in probably 2 years so this fic is only based on what i could remember of the premise <3 this is my first time writing smut, nice comments and reblogs are appreciated if you enjoyed!!

You were sat on the end of the first clean, comfortable bed you had encountered in twenty years, taking in the surroundings of the charming bedroom you now found yourself in: The deer antler lamp emanating a warm glow from the bedside table, the framed paintings of various Wyoming-native wildlife hung up on the walls, the earth-toned woven rug beneath your bare feet. You took a deep breath, savoring the smell of a house that had never known decay. For the first time since outbreak day, you felt safe. Truly safe. Of course, Joel did his best to protect you as you traveled together over the last year or so since you met him, but you were never really without a looming threat of danger nearby.

His familiar, comforting voice startled you out of your daze.

“Y’ alright, babygirl? Settlin’ in okay?”

You looked over to where Joel was standing in the doorway, freshly showered and changed into a clean flannel and jeans.

You smiled with a relaxed sigh, flitting your eyes around the room again. “Yeah, I like it here, it’s cozy… Can’t wait to finally get a good night’s sleep in this bed tonight.”

“I’m with ya, baby, Maria ‘n Tommy gave us a real nice place, huh? Speakin’ of which, it’s about dinnertime, I think they just started servin’ it up down at the dinin’ hall. Why don’t we all go get somethin’ to eat together, hm? I know you must be hungry, sweet girl.”

Your eyes widened and your smile dropped a bit at the prospect of socializing with strangers, especially after the exhausting day you’d had getting to Jackson. Joel clocked your expression immediately, approaching where you were sat on the bed with slow strides. He gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“I know, my babygirl’s a shy one, huh? There’ll be a lotta people down there, I know…” He stroked a lock of hair behind your ear with his other hand. “Why don’t I go down there myself and see about bringin’ back some plates for us to eat together, just you and me? We’ll save the introductions for tomorrow, alright, darlin’?”

You nodded, your shoulders relaxing as your anxiety was soothed by his reassurances. He smiled down at you and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Alright, sit tight, honey, Daddy’ll be right back… We’ll have a nice lil’ night together.” Another soft kiss, to your lips this time, and he was gone from the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

You got up from the bed and padded over to the window. Peering out to the main road, you could see a crowd of people lined up outside the dining hall to get their evening meal. You figured you had at least fifteen minutes or so until Joel returned, deciding to take the opportunity to explore more of the house while you waited.

You wandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, peeking your head around the doorframe of the first room you came upon. You reached out your arm and blindly felt around for the lightswitch, flicking it on once you found it. You were still standing in the doorway, knowing by now to wait a beat for the roaches to scatter before stepping fully inside. But to your surprise, there were none. The fluorescent ceiling light revealed the room to be a bathroom, a clean one at that.

You stepped over the threshold, immediately taking notice of the charming basket of homemade-looking toiletries perched on the sink’s granite countertop. It might as well have been Christmas morning, the overwhelming joy you felt at the idea of getting to take a bath in a clean tub with soap after all these years.

You picked up a white bar of soap from the basket and brought it to your nose, your eyelids fluttering closed as you inhaled its sweet vanilla scent. When you opened your eyes again, you noticed something even more enticing in the basket: a razor. The QZ school you attended had allowed the boys to have them in order to keep their facial hair under control, but deemed them a non-essential for the girls. Which, you supposed, was true, but you had still always fantasized about having a smooth, hairless body like the girls you had seen in wrinkled magazines and faded movie posters.

Your newly acquired shaving supplies planted an idea in your head: you were going to surprise Joel by shaving your pubic area for the first time. You imagined what it would be like to make a move on him after dinner, getting him hot and bothered, letting him carry you back up to the bedroom to have his way with you, and the wanton look on his face when he pulled down your cotton panties to find your pussy glistening and bare for him for the first time.

You practically tripped over your own feet in your rush to close the bathroom door. You quickly stripped off your worn jeans and underwear, tossing them into the corner of the bathroom to be dealt with later. You plugged up the sink and began to fill it with warm water, hoisting yourself up onto the countertop.

You swished the bar of soap around in the water, then rubbed it on a small patch of hair to create some suds. You placed the razor onto your soapy mound, then dragged it upward along your skin toward your belly button. Removing the hair proved to be more difficult than expected, and you were surprised to find that it hurt. It felt like you had just ripped out the hair instead of shaving it clean off. Just as you had touched the razor to the same thatch of hair to try again, you heard Joel’s heavy footsteps approaching, returning with your dinner much sooner than you had expected.

He was slowly turning the knob before you had a chance to get up and lock the door. “You in here, darlin? I was callin’ your name but you weren’t respondin’, and you weren't in the bedroom…”

“Sorry, Daddy… I’m just, um… doing something…” you responded, not very convincing in your flustered state.

“Can I come in, baby?”

You hummed your permission and he pushed the door open. The concerned look on his face dissolved when he saw you, worried at first that you might have been crying. His eyebrows raised and his lips parted in realization as he took in the sight of you before him.

“What’re you doin’ in here, darlin’, hm?”

“I… I wanted it to be a surprise. Wanted to shave it for you…” you admitted with a defeated pout.

“Oh babygirl… you know I’ve never cared about what you look like down there, don’t you?” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze, beginning to regret giving in to your girlish idea.

“I know, but… just wanted to look pretty for you, that’s all… like the girls in the magazines…”

“Oh, baby… you’re already the prettiest lil’ angel I ever laid eyes on… But if you really wanna shave her, Daddy’ll help you, sweet girl, don’t gotta keep struggling…”

He pulled up the worn little wooden stool from the corner of the bathroom and took a seat between your spread legs, gesturing for you to hand him the razor and bar of soap. You gave them up reluctantly, placing them delicately into his calloused hand. Your lips were still formed into a little pout, upset that your surprise had been ruined.

He dipped the vanilla-scented bar into the sink again, then rubbed it back and forth along the same vertical strip of skin above the hood of your clit that you had tried to start shaving first. He took note of the shoddily clipped hairs and how the skin beneath them was already looking a bit irritated from your misguided attempt.

“Gotta shave in the direction of the hair first, honey… like this…” He swished the razor in the water, then demonstrated the technique. The fingers of his left hand were splayed out across your lower tummy, his thumb pointed down, tugging the skin up towards your belly button as he shaved downward with his right. “See, baby? Just like this…” He did a few passes over the area, rinsing the razor in between each one.

You were mesmerized by his movements, watching his expert fingers work to remove coarse hair, revealing velvet smooth skin underneath. His hands looked so strong and competent as they moved from one patch of hair to the next, his brows furrowed and his tongue peeking out from between his plush lips in concentration.

You felt your core becoming wet as he exposed more bare skin to the bathroom’s cool air, his warm breath ghosting over your clit with each careful stroke of the razor. As he pulled away to admire how his work was coming along, the focused tension between his eyebrows released, noticing your hole beginning to drip.

“Oh…” he breathed, gathering some of your wetness on his thumb and bringing it closer to his face, inspecting it. “What’s all this honey, hm? This just from Daddy helpin’ you shave your lil’ pussy?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as he savored the flavor. “Taste so sweet, babygirl… always so fuckin’ sweet f’ me…”

You nodded and whimpered at his words, heat rising to your cheeks at his slight mocking tone. “Can’t help it, Daddy…” Your hips started twitching of their own volition, rocking upward toward where his lips were now curled into a faux-sympathetic pout. You knew this was part of a little game he liked to play with you, the one where he made you feel a little embarrassed for being so easily turned on by him.

“I know, honey, I know… Lil’ girl can’t ever help herself, always gets wet f’ me so easily, doesn’t she? But you gotta hold still f’ me, let Daddy finish helpin’ you shave, okay?”

You gave another quick little nod and a hum of agreement that came out sounding more like a pathetic whine, and tried your best to control the movements of your pelvis as he got back to work.

But his big, warm hand was spread out over the delicate skin of your tummy again, and his lips were so close to being right where you wanted them, and what little self control you had been able to muster was quickly beginning to slip away. You were nearly able to contain yourself for the rest of his shaving, but your eager hips betrayed you on what would have been the final pass of the razor, giving a swift little buck toward Joel’s face despite your best efforts to keep still.

He wasn’t prepared for your sudden movement, and the sharp blades nicked the skin of one of your outer lips. You let out a startled cry as a little crimson pearl began to bloom on your sensitive skin. Joel gasped and was quick to apologize, even though your injury was really due to your own desperation. “Oh, Christ… I’m sorry, babygirl, I’m so sorry… here, gimme a tissue, baby.”

With a shaky hand, you reached over to the box of tissues sitting on the back of the toilet, plucking one out to hand to him. He dropped the razor in favor of the tissue, balling it up and gently pressing it to the little cut. His free hand quickly came up to the side of your face, smoothing his thumb across your cheekbone. “You okay, babygirl? I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean t’ hurt ya… told ya to keep still for me, baby…”

He wiped away a tear that had slipped from your lashes as you sniffled. “I’m okay, Daddy, jus’ scared me… stings a lil’ bit…”

“Yeah, I’ll bet it does… my poor girl. Daddy shoulda been more careful, knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, needy lil’ thing… But you know what, babygirl? Daddy knows somethin’ that’ll help, that’ll make it stop hurtin’...”

“What is it?” you asked, soft voice still wavering slightly.

“Well, I read somewhere a long time ago… that spit can help a lot with lil’ cuts and things…”

You could tell this was part of one of the other little games you liked to play together. The one where you pretended to be innocent and inexperienced, when in reality, Joel had made sure you were anything but. But you liked this game, it put butterflies in your tummy and made your weeping hole quiver when you played the part for him.

“It… it can?” you wondered with a naive-sounding lilt.

“Oh yeah, babygirl, you never heard o’ that before? Spit can help a whole lot, ‘specially Daddy’s spit, can make it feel all better, darlin’...” The stained tissue now discarded, his thumbs gently stroked the slick pink skin of your outer lips as he spoke, careful to avoid your little injury. “And your lil’ baby pussy is a real uncomfortable place to have a cut like this, too… Don’t want my girl hurtin’...”

Your eyebrows were knit together with need as you released a pathetic whimper, your breath hitching and heat rising from your fluttering tummy all the way up to your cheeks. He barely concealed a smirk as he noticed the change in your demeanor, knowing how this particular game had always affected you.

“Whaddya say, sweet girl, hm? You wanna give it a try? You want Daddy to kiss it all better?”

You nodded frantically, your mouth slightly agape as you began to pant out of desperation.

He was quick to deliver a small swat to your inner thigh at your unspoken answer.

“Words, baby, you know better…”

“Y-yes, Daddy, please, want you to kiss it better, make it stop hurting…”

“There you go, good girl. Spread your legs a lil’ more for me, honey, let me see her…”

You wiggled your thighs further apart on top of the counter, giving him full access to your now soaking cunt.

“There she is, baby, she’s cryin’ for me, ain’t she? Needs her Daddy to make her feel all better…”

He placed a few wet kisses to the afflicted area before looking up at you with apologetic eyes. “How’s that feel, babygirl? She still hurtin’?”

You nodded your head with a pathetic little cry, mindlessly chasing after his mouth with your hips. “Still hurts, Daddy…” you vocalized your answer this time.

“Yeah? Poor lil’ pussy… She need some more lovin’ from her Daddy? More of his spit to help make her feel good again?”

Another frantic nod, another eager mewl. “M-more… please, Daddy…”

“Alright, babygirl, don’t you worry, Daddy’ll give her some more…”

He latched his lips onto your swollen clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and giving it soft kitten licks. His large hands were firmly planted on the inside of each of your thighs, keeping you spread wide as he devoured you. You were already so sensitive from his teasing, it wasn’t going to take much more to push you over the edge. You were practically riding his face, your hips canting feverishly into his mouth with each expert drag of his tongue across your folds.

When he started fucking his tongue into your bitty hole, swirling it around and then licking back up to your clit to circle it, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Please, Daddy, please… feels so good, ‘s too much, gonna cum, Daddy…”

“Yeah? I dunno, babygirl, I don’t think she’s healed all the way just yet… might still need some more takin’ care of,” he murmured into your pussy before pulling his head away to spit directly onto your cunt. The lewd action was enough to launch you into your orgasm right then, his head still between your legs, slurping up the divine combination of his saliva and your sweet juices. As you rode it out, his tongue maintained a gentle, steady strum on your clit, eliciting breathy whines of please and yes and Daddy…

When you finally came down from your high, your breath catching up to you and your hips stilling, your pussy twitched one last time at the sight of Joel’s wrecked face. He was smirking up at you, his face soaked with your slick, thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your thighs.

“Well, I reckon it worked, whaddya think, darlin’? She feelin’ better now?”

“Much better… thank you Daddy…” you sighed, still catching your breath.

“You’re welcome, babygirl, such pretty manners… Now, why don’t we get ourselves cleaned up and have some dinner, hm? I even brought back a slice o’ huckleberry pie for ya if you eat all your vegetables like a good girl…”

You lit up immediately at the promise, prompting Joel to reach into the basket and pull out a soft, cream-colored washcloth. He dunked it in the water, squeezing out the excess, and carefully cleaned up your now freshly bare pussy. When he was done, you took the washcloth from him, rinsing it in the sink before repeating his cleansing process on his own face. He helped you up off the counter before leaving the bathroom, returning promptly with a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. He helped you into a clean pair of panties, which you noted felt nice against your naked skin, then into a warm sweatshirt and comfortable leggings.

He carried you into the kitchen and sat you down at the little table set for two. You ate your dinners together by soft candlelight, relishing the feeling of having a sturdy roof over your heads and warm food in your stomachs.

You supposed tonight, and this little house in Jackson, represented a new beginning in more ways than one.

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sombra7567 · 15 days ago

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Passages from audios that have stuck with me, pt 4.

Good Boy Audios:

"Was it really yours? Or was it something that I forced upon you? Did I make your kind adopt a form of civilization that just imitates my own? At this point, I don't even know anymore." (The Fourseen, Series Finale)

"Why did Kinder betray us? Why? [...] I thought Kinder was my friend... I thought I finally had ONE FRIEND! [...] And what about you?! Why can't you listen to me?! [...] I thought you trusted me! I thought I was the leader! [...] Then explain yourself, Mirrin! Explain to me why we're HERE instead of the camp! [...] You don't know?! You don't know... [...] Yeah! Well- doesn't matter now does it!" (Magic of the Heart: Part 19- A Man Is Made)

"You're so perfect... you know that? What? What do you mean you're not? How can someone who fought through lands filled with undead hordes and vampires made from the blood of demigods all not to kill me, but to save me, be considered anything less than perfect? Darling, look at me. I don't deserve you. And yet- here you are. Telling me you're not perfect. How dare you. How could you think so little of yourself?" (Magic of the Heart: Part 21- Strength)

"You can't help everyone, Captain. And if you try to, you won't be able to help yourself." (Space Pirates Part Two: Pirate from Another World)

Scythe Audio

"You're not gonna let me spiral? Stay here in the moment with ya? What if I did spiral, Cheeks? What if I did fall down the hole? Would- would you pull me up? You'd fall with me if you had to? [...] But seriously, Cheeks. You've done so fucking well this year. Do not let me drag you down, yeah? I'm losing myself more nowadays, I don't wanna hurt any of you lot. I made the sacrifices necessary to kill the Atrocity, but it's all for nothing if I end up hurting the people that I fought to protect." (A New Blade Arc: Chapter 2)

First ~ Previous ~ Next

#goodboyaudios #good boy audios #scythe audio #audio roleplay #big emphasis on the first quote.

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irisintheafterglow · 11 months ago

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lights, camera, bitch, smile!

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ now playing: taylor swift - "i can do it with a broken heart"

summary: it's your first time headlining the biggest music festival in the country, and your guitarist is nowhere to be found. good thing your other headliner-- and billboard chart rival-- can play guitar, right? right? (rockstar!gojo x popstar!reader)

wc: 2.73k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader but gn pronouns used, rivals to lovers, he falls first, mild angst (descriptions of a panic attack)/fluff with happy ending

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“You’re sure the flight is still running late?” You plead, head in your hands as the tech lead, your publicist, and your manager sit apologetically on the other sofa in your trailer. “We can’t send out a car to go grab them from the airport as soon as they land?”

“Getting off festival grounds will be hard enough, not to mention battling the traffic of incoming guests,” the tech guy reminds you with a shake of his head, exhaling deeply as his radio crackles, another warning that you need to be on stage to sound check. In a matter of hours, you would be headlining the biggest music festival in the country, and both your guitarists were stranded hundreds of miles away. They should have known better than to take a gig right before the festival, but you let them do it anyway because it was only a 30 minute flight between the airports. But, after a stray bird flock nearly downed another passenger plane, the tarmac was backed up for the time being. “Can you try asking around to see if someone can fill in for them?”

“And maybe hire them instead,” your publicist mutters under her breath, seething. You shoot her a wry smile, absentmindedly fidgeting with the plug of your in-ear monitors.

“The band is out trying to find guitarists, but it’ll be hard to ask someone to fill in because of scheduling issues and the number of stages there are this year.” Your manager takes a peek at her watch and looks at you with regret. “You need to go soundcheck, guitarists or not.”

“We have a drummer, a bassist, two keyboardists, and a vocalist. You’re gonna make them go out there with a jazz band and expect them to sing the biggest pop songs on the planet?” Your publicist, bless her heart, voices what you’d been dreading since you got the call from your lead guitarist. It was the biggest test to your professionalism since your career took off and you silently wished you’d paid attention to those tour bus guitar lessons. “How bad would it be to push back the set, even thirty minutes?”

“Bad, very bad. There’ve already been more delays than anticipated that aren’t music related,” the tech lead replies with a grimace. Your publicist curses under her breath and gives you a look telling you to get on stage. “And, it’s too late to fly in guitar tracks, even if we had them.” Shit. You’d just have to trust your team to figure something out, you figure, grabbing your sunglasses from the coffee table and exiting the trailer.

The rest of your band is already plugged in by the time the golf cart drives you to the main stage where you’d be performing. The ruthless summer sun competed with barely any clouds, blazing anything in its sight and leaving you breaking a sweat, even in the shade. A stage hand slips a wireless pack onto the waistband of your shorts and the click of the volume knob brings you the dweedling sounds of your band. The audience lot is relatively empty, thankfully, save for a few brave souls who were taking care of sound. Steeling your nerves, you shoot the audio tent a thumbs up, pop in your in-ears, and wait for the click track to run.

CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

The synth intro of your walkout song rings concerningly quiet in your ears and you tap your in-ears a few times, signaling the sound tent with a thumbs-up until the rest of the keyboards are audible. Not a great start to sound check, but that’s what this time was for, right?

CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Drums and bass in. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

Nothing.

The click continues its monotonous beat and you vaguely make out bass at the bottom of your mix, but you and your drummer look at each other with the same confused expression. She taps her ears, shaking her head.

“W-Wait, wait, wait. Can we stop, please?” You speak your request into your mic, disheartened to not hear your own voice in your mix. The synths stop abruptly, as does bass, and a dozen tech people rush onstage to fix various audio problems. “This is a nightmare,” you mutter, wiping the beads of sweat accumulated on your forehead.

“It’s always mix issues, isn’t it?” As if your irritation couldn’t increase, your eye twitches on its own when you register the voice of the person standing at the bottom of the stage. All shining white hair and dark, round rimmed sunglasses, Gojo Satoru was the last person you wanted to be interacting with. To say he looked good would be an understatement and your eyes look for any place to focus on other than his chest under his unbuttoned shirt. “For what it’s worth, you sound pretty on the mic.”

“What do you want?” Your voice is tired already, as is your entire body. Figuring out who would replace both your guitarists had sapped your energy and doors weren’t even open yet. “I don’t have the time nor the energy to debate with you today–”

“Heard you were looking for guitarists,” he cuts in and you narrow your eyes. The last thing you needed was your Billboard chart rival mocking you and your current situation. “Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that. You and I both know you’re in a less-than-ideal spot right now.”

“Choose your next words very wisely, Gojo,” you seethe, using every ounce of your willpower to remain civil. “If you’re here to tease me, I don’t wanna fucking hear it.”

“I wanna help you,” he says before you’ve stalked out of earshot. “I can fill in for your lead and Suguru can play rhythm. I’ve already talked to him about it and he’s down. We’ve got the chords alright, but if anything funky happens, we’ll just follow your bassist. We’re pros for a reason, aren’t we?”

“I don’t need your help, Gojo,” you lie, desperately looking around for anything to get you out of this conversation.

“Thought I told you to call me Satoru when we were at that awards show.” His voice was always velvet smooth, disarmingly charming, and you hated the way it drew you in like a moth to a candle.

“I don’t remember that; and, if you did, I still don’t care.” We’re back on, says a voice through your ears. Starting the click on your cue, lead.

“Seems like you don’t remember a lot about what happened that night. I wouldn’t mind recounting it for you since it seemed like you had so much fun,” he baits coolly and you fall for it, storming back to the front of the stage and looking him square in his pretty face. Memory remnants of dancing in colorful strobe lights and running your hands through his hair appear in your mind’s eye before you can stop them, and it must register on your face. “Ah, so maybe you do remember what happened if you’re this angry about it.”

“We’re rivals, Gojo,” you hiss, your vision close to going scarlet. “We’re not supposed to be buddy-buddy, and what happened at that afterparty was a slip of my better judgment.”

“We’re not supposed to be, or you’re scared to be?” His question hangs in the air and you have no choice but to glare at him, waiting for him to back down when you know he never will. After a long pause, he sighs, raking his fingers through his hair. “Look, I know you’re in need of guitarists and I just wanna help. Consider it a favor.”

“Favors need to be paid back,” you counter skeptically, “and you’re the last person I want to owe.”

“Not my kind of favors,” he says, more genuinely than you’re used to him being. “Just…think about it, yeah?” You don’t have time to dwell on why he was being so nice to you, though, as you give the audio tent a thumbs-up again. CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

By the time you’ve suffered through soundcheck, changed into your stage outfit, and inhaled more setting spray than should be considered healthy, the sun has become a laser. Gojo is nowhere to be found, thankfully, and you spend the rest of the time before your set pacing your trailer like a caged animal. There wasn’t any room in your mind to think about the crowd, the heat, or the extensive team counting on you to make it a worthwhile show. All that you could focus on was your lack of guitarists and the proposition from your #1 enemy in the music industry. Before you could cross from the kitchen tile to the living area carpet for the umpteenth time, the door threw itself open to reveal your breathless manager.

“We found guitarists! Let’s go, before they change their mind,” she commands. You thank the music festival gods for whomever she found, even happier knowing that it couldn’t be Gojo and Geto because their band had just finished on the other largest stage. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you answer uneasily, still reeling from switching panic-mode into show-mode within minutes. “Let’s just hope they’re good.”

This next artist needs no introduction…

The golf cart parks sidestage.

Dominating the pop charts for twelve straight weeks, taking the industry by storm…

You wink at the handful of screaming fans that spot you before ducking backstage.

And nominated for the most prestigious awards in the music world…

The stagehand slips the pack onto the waistband of your pants and hands you a mic.

Performing live and streaming around the world… [CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Intro, 2-3-4. 1…2…1-2-3 and–] Make some noise for–

“Yo, Satoru. You got an extra pick?” Your synths come in at the same time you whirl around, heart dropping into your stomach when you see the two guitarists behind you. You recognize Geto with his signature black hair tied up in a bun and catching rays of sunlight reflecting off the turtle shell body of his electric guitar. The limited interactions you had with Geto were pleasant, but the same couldn’t be said about the other musician fishing a pick from his leather pants. “Thanks,” Geto says as he sticks the spare in his pocket, clocking your shocked expression and giving you an apologetic shrug. “Sorry we’re a little late, the set ran a little long because this dumbass wanted to do another encore. I made the golf cart guy race over here, though.” He motions in the direction of your temporary lead guitarist, who unsuccessfully tries to clean his sunglasses with his fishnet shirt. “Oi, hotshot. Get ready, we’re on soon.” CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Drums and bass in. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

“They’re smudged,” Gojo pouts and you act without thinking, snatching the glasses from his hands, wiping it on your own costume, and handing it back to him without meeting his gaze. “Oh. Thank you,” he mumbles, sticking them on his face and trying to catch your eye. There were too many things happening at once for you to worry about him.

“Mhmm. Thanks for filling in,” you choke out with no trace of malice, the pressure in your forehead and chest becoming suffocating. The gravity of your performance crashes down on you in one disorienting wave and you blink in an attempt to clear the sudden blurry spots in your vision. Hundreds of thousands of eyes, waiting on you, watching you, worshiping you. The biggest performance of your career thus far, and you were going onstage prepared with nothing but a terrible soundcheck and two rock stars that probably didn’t give a shit about pop music. It was too much, it was all too much–

“Hey.” It’s him, breaking through the static as the click fades into the background, any panic replaced by the feeling of your biggest rival lightly touching the side of your face. He wipes a stray bead of sweat from your forehead, and you’re close enough to see every shimmering fleck of turquoise in his eyes. The crowd noise is staggering, but all he sees is you. “You look beautiful.”

“Satoru,” you whisper, barely able to verbalize your panic. He understands anyway, confidence radiating from his body.

“I’m with you. I’ve gotcha,” he reassures you, letting you mirror him as he takes a deep breath. “You trust me?” CLICK! 2-3-4. CLICK! 2-3-4. Guitars in, vocals enter. 1…2…1-2-3 and–

“I-I do.”

“Great.” His grin is dazzling, heart-stopping. All of him, he’s yours. “Let’s have some fun, then.”

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You sleepily blink open an eye as you register the ringtone for your publicist playing on the nightstand. Outstretching a tired arm, you find it a little hard to move with the other occupant of the bed securing you against his chest. You mutter Satoru’s name, unsure if he’s awake yet; he grunts with his eyes still closed and you figure it’s unconscious, the way his muscles tighten around your waist to pull you closer. You groan as the phone screen blinks off, then on again with another insistent call.

“Satoru, you need to let me go.”

“I already did that once,” he mumbles into the pillowcase, “and I’m not making that mistake again.”

“I need to pick up the phone, baby. It’s my publicist,” you counter gently and it’s his turn to groan, reluctantly peeling away to rub his eyes. “Thank you,” you say sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before answering the phone.

There you are. Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, says your publicist, her incredulity obvious.

“Mhmm, good morning to you too. Everything okay?” You squint against the morning sun breaking through the windows of Satoru’s loft, the city skyline casting rainbows on the walls.

Everything’s great, just wanted to let you know what’s been happening media-wise.

“They figure out where we are yet?”

Not yet, no. But, you know how these things go. They’ll find you eventually, so savor the time you have with him now. Right now, you have a lot of late-night outlets asking for interviews and a few charity ball performances lined up. It’s all stuff you can handle, don’t worry. Aside from the scheduling talk, her warnings were things you already knew. It was weeks before social media users finally settled down after Satoru and Suguru joined you on stage. Satoru had even convinced you to create a burner account so you could scroll through all the edits and fancams of you two. Now that you’d reconciled your feelings about Satoru and agreed to let you two make up for all the time you lost to your stubbornness, it was relatively peaceful. On another note, I did see a pretty cute reel counting all the times he looked at you during your festival set.

“Yeah? And how many times was it?”

More than you looked at him, which is saying something, she chuckles. I’m still reeling from how chaotic the crowd was when those two walked out with you. You’d think there was a fire breaking out, or something.

“They were pretty loud, weren’t they?” You smile softly at the memory of strutting out in your boots with Satoru and Suguru on either side of you. “I think they went crazier when Satoru started soloing, though.”

“I’m not called the best for nothing, sweetheart,” he murmurs from behind you with a smirk. “These hands are worth millions, and you get them for free–”

“Okay, that’s enough from you,” you cut in before he says anything more. “Please, ignore him.”

What’d he say?

“Nothing important.” Your cheeks heat and you shoot him a look over your shoulder, only to be met by a self-satisfied wink that makes your heart race.

I’ll take your word for it. What’s your plans for today?

“Breakfast, probably, and then maybe head down to the shopping district.”

That’s pretty public, no?

“I don’t mind. I’m ready for whatever they throw at us,” you shrug, honestly feeling like you couldn’t care less about being seen with Satoru. You look over at him again and find boyish, giddy excitement written all over his face. He was yours and you were his, mind, body, and soul. Let the cameras come, let the tabloids rave, let the fake fans criticize, you think to yourself.

As long as you two were together, you were untouchable.

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enigmatist17 · 5 months ago

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Part 1 of 2 of Raoul/Tracks in the Mecha Pilot Jazz AU by @keferon that I think about all the tiiiiiiiime <3

My list/own mini-universe of the AU :)

I wish I could draw the idea for Raoul's mecha, but alas, I can only wield the written word, so I hope I did alright in describing it <:)

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When you ask Raoul Ortiz what he did before the invasions began, he'll tell you he was a thief. A run-of-the-mill carjacker who hated being that at his (frankly too young) age, but did what he had to in order to support his family and himself.

It stopped mattering when New York was almost entirely destroyed, leaving him an angry young teenager with nothing and no one to lose. He spent his last few teenage years using his skills to help those he could, fighting back against the invaders when they had attempted to attack his city again, only to watch a massive robot absolutely filet the aliens without breaking a sweat. As Raoul watched the mecha slowly leave the city once the fight was over, he knew then and there that that was his future, to go down in a blaze of glory fighting these bastards on their turf.

So sure, he hears that becoming a pilot shortens your life expectancy, it doesn't really matter. Sure, the testing is arduous, and more than once, Raoul wants to walk away from it all, but something in his heart urges him to keep going, to keep pushing despite many of his fellow recruits quitting or dying out.

The first time he's in his mecha, punching an invader clear across the city with a deafening crack makes all the pain and suffering worth it.

His mecha is powered by all the rage and loss from the first invasion, every punch and slice of a sword he'd stolen from an invader, making Raoul a fierce soldier on the battlefield, despite his mecha being of a smaller build. There began to be some improvement when he was back on base, smiling and cracking jokes while working on personalizing his mecha, figuring if he was going to die in it, he might as well die in style done by his own hands. The number 1982 on his chest was painted a blood red on top of a navy blue coating of the entire mecha, graffiti of his own, and some done by the few friends that had survived the initial attack on New York littering almost every square inch of metal. Digitigrade legs were great at giving him a great jump boost whenever he was in combat, so Raoul spent some extra time with NYU Tandon students to make sure the extra plating he was required to have was as stylish as it was functional. His narrowed hip plating was emblazoned with NEW YORK STRONG, the city skyline interlaced around the wording that usually got some cheers whenever Raoul was sent out for morale boosting, and even mimicked headphones over his audio scanners that were dialed up beyond most mecha for the times he was sent to lie in wait for an ambush. The massive visor that allowed Raoul 180° vision built with a scanner that helped with rescue as much as battle was carefully covered with several dozen clear decals, and despite some clear disapproval from the upper command, no one was going to tell a man short on time no.

So when Raoul is eventually flanked by three invaders before he can react, he knows he's going to die. They had appeared outside of Detroit, and Raoul had drawn the enemy forces away from the city, knowing at the very least he was going to save as many lives as he could at the cost of his own. Five aliens become three as he dodges and slashes in retaliation, taking down a second one by jumping on them and stabbing his alien sword into their arm, failing to notice a portal forming behind him. The last two aliens rush Raoul, and a forested area being uprooted by their fighting turns into a metal metropolis with a purple sky, the three colliding onto an alien surface with a loud thud. The mecha pilot doesn't have the time to react, letting out a yell as he jerks to his side to punch the alien to his left, getting up onto his feet just enough to jump up and away from the two, magnetizing his hands to latch onto a half-crumbled building.

"LET'S GO FUCKERS!" Ejecting his backup sword set inside one of his arms, Raoul pushes himself off the building directly toward the stunned alien, the creature letting out a high pitched scream as he slices it in half with a single jerk of his blade. The other alien had been fumbling with its gun as Raoul turned as quick as he could, only to stop when he saw a white dot on the aliens head, its body going limp and falling to the ground with a thud when the unmistakable sound of a sniper shot rang out through the unfamiliar landscape.

Raoul turns to his right to see the portal he'd been pushed into, his heart stopping when it closed with a loud buzz.

F u c k

The sight is pushed to the back of his mind as Raoul dives for cover behind some large chunks of metallic rubble, heart racing a mile a minute as he holds his blade tight. Maybe the sniper was aiming for the alien, maybe they were gunning for him next, all that mattered was surviving long enough to make it home....whenever or wherever that was. For a few minutes it was silent, but just when the pilot started to move, he could hear a few sets of...mechas approaching? Daring a peek above the rubble, Raoul's eyes widened at the grouping of five mechas heading his way, a grin crossing his face as he scrambled his mecha up and onto his feet, sheathing his sword when the group stilled at his movement.

"Holy shit, I thought I was the only one here!" Raoul laughs as he fully steps into view, though the noise peters out when he takes in their...really weird appearances. "Whoa, you guys look sick as hell!"

The electronic noise that greets his ears when the tallest mecha opens its mouth makes Raoul cover his ears with a yelp, the noise making his entire skeleton vibrate as his mind screamed danger danger danger. He steps back when another mecha (which at this point he severely doubted they were) moved forward with its hands raised, its expression unfazed when Raoul jumped up, clinging to the side of the building beside him to create a little bit of distance.

"I don't know what you are, but stay back!"

Yea, definitely not any mecha he was ever familiar with.

The mecha that had stepped forward tilted its head for a moment, clearly looking at his chassis as opposed to the visored helm he had, which it shouldn't be as it opened its mouth.

Did it know?

"'M sorry for mah friend there." It...did not make the noise from before, Raoul remaining in place as a...what the hell, a Southern sounding voice escaped the red mecha. "Forgot you human's don't understand us."

"....the hell?" (Oh my god first contact with another alien species and that's what I go with???) "You, why do you sound like you come from the South? Better question, how the hell you know English??"

"Was taught by a friend, he comes from Earth too. Wanna come on down an' talk? We've got about five klicks before we've got ta evac, an' I promise I'll explain everythin' if you come with us."

"You can get me back?" Despite still not understand who these new aliens were, Raoul figured it wouldn't be all bad to trust the aliens that knew freaking English, hopping down and landing with a quiet thud.

"Sorta, but this is enemy territory, so no dice here." The other mechas that had been with the red one were quickly hurrying past Raoul with various alien guns raised, clearly wary. "Let's go."

"Alright man, I'm followin' you guys."

---

Raoul had been on a spaceship.

A spaceship.

Fuckin'

S p a c e s h i p

If it wasn't for the fact he was stranded on an alien planet who knows how far from Earth, Raoul probably would have gone full nerd mode for at least an hour. As it stood, he just followed the red mecha named Ironhide (which is so cool??? Holy shit??) as they land inside a full on city packed with more mechas than he'd ever seen in his entire life, glowing eyes honing in on him when he exits the spaceship. It wasn't hard to see why, even though he was smaller than most mecha back home, he was a good head or two above most of these non-mecha aliens.

"Another one?" A white and red mecha had been talking to someone when they arrived, the insignia on his shoulders registering to the human as some sort of medical marking when it (He? She? Oh god this was going to get confusing soon) hurries over to one of the injured mechas that he'd traveled with.

"To be fair, this one was kidnapped too." Ironhide rolled his eyes, clapping a hand on Raoul's shoulder. "Or, tackled I guess."

"I'd say it counts as kidnappin' man." Raoul wants to facepalm when everyone stares at him, settling for grimacing as he watches Ironhide let out some sort of electronic laugh. "I don't normally get blindsided by three putos gilipollas."

"Don't know what that means, but you humans are pretty resilient when it comes ta fightin' Quintessons, gotta give you that."

"Fighting what?" Raoul is led off the landing pad and down among the passing mechas, glad no one could see his face as the stares never seemed to end. "What's a Quintesauce?"

"Quintesson, an' it's the guys trying to take over yer planet."

"Oh..." Quintesson, the name felt wrong in his mouth as he travels through a massive military base, so distracted by the sights he doesn't see the mecha he runs into, jumping back at the offended spine rattling noise that escaped the other. "Shit!"

"Sorry fella, I forgot to send word ahead." Ironhide steadied Raoul with a shake of his head, the other alien looking lost as he motioned to Raoul. "Got us another human, this one can't seem to stand our native tongue."

"How unfortunate." The new mecha scoffed after a moment, arms crossing over its (rather shiny) chest. "Perhaps it should watch where it's going then, hm?"

"Excuse me for bein' distracted by a whole new planet, don't need to be a dick about it." Raoul challenged once he could move again, eyeing the red-faced mecha.

"I do not know what a "dick" is, but I can tell when someone is being offensive." The shorter huffed, two wings (jet wings? What??) twitching as they give the humans frame a once-over with a sneer. "Why is your frame a clash of so many designs? It is displeasing to the optics."

"It's called art, shame you can't pull your head out of your ass to see it."

"Art is meant to be beautiful and inspiring, that seems better suited to blinding the enemy."

"Just makes it even more functional then, blinding them with human creativity before I kill them."

"That is not what-"

"Femmes femmes you're both pretty, can we pack it up?" Both Raoul and the other turned to look at Ironhide, who looked both amused and annoyed. "C'mon human, I'd like ta get off-duty eventually, you two can go bother each other some other time."

"After you, big guy." Raoul shrugged, giving the stunned bot a two-finger salute as he hurries after Ironhide.

Neither mech nor human think to ask about each other's name until they're both far from sight.

Ironhide leads Raoul to some sort of command center, the various mechas inside turning and reacting in surprise at the sight of Raoul, save for the only true mecha in the room.

"Oh my god...SOMEONE FROM EARTH?!" The black and white mecha vaulted across the massive holographic table between them before anyone else could react, practically vibrating in place as he grabbed Raoul's shoulders. "You have no idea how happy I am to see someone from terra firma right now."

"I can guess." Raoul chuckled, looking the taller mecha over. "You're the guy who went missing in orbit, right? Jazz?"

"That I am, name's Jazz, and let me assure ya you're among good mechs, er, people." Jazz let go to motion to the curious group behind him, clearly at ease. "Got a name?"

"Raoul, it's nice to meet you man." Raoul gave a small wave, not sure what else to really say. "Where are we? One minute I'm fighting outside of Detroit, the next I'm...well, wherever here is."

"Cybertron, our home planet." The only mech (mech? He'd need to ask what they were called, mecha was not right) that had some height on both him and Jazz stepped forward, his deep voice washing off some lingering anxiety from his earlier battle the New Yorker hadn't even noticed. "I welcome you Raoul, and I apologize for your...unexpected trip from your home planet."

"Not your guys' fault, just a hazard of the job...apparently?" Raoul shrugged, looking around the room. "What happens now, Mr...?"

"My name is Optimus Prime. As for what happens next, I'd like Ratchet to look over your frame for any potential damage before I have Jazz give you a tour. Do you require any rest or food?"

"I probably have a few hours in me before the adrenaline crash hits, I'll survive."

"Very well."

---

Raoul crashed a few hours after his arrival, in fact falling asleep in his piloting chair while Ratchet ran more than a few tests. The medic shook his helm in amusement when he noticed before rapping on the plating above where Raoul should be located, stepping back when his mecha jerked up, ready to fight if needed.

"No sleeping in my medbay unless you're injured." Despite the lack of a face plate, Ratchet could see the confusion turn to understanding once Raoul was up and on his feet through his body language. "I also went ahead and dialed down your audial sensitivity, don't want your processor melting out of your audials."

"Oh...is there a way I can reset it, if I need it?" Raoul raised a hand to touch the side of his mecha, not really feeling anything out of place, but the lack of spin-rattling ambient noise was a relief.

"Of course, I introduced some programming to allow you full control, should be in your processor under audial control. Now out, Jazz should be waiting for you." The medic made a shooing motion toward the doors.

"Right on, Doc." Raoul made a two-fingered salute before hurrying out, having annoyed his own medics enough to want to avoid doing the same to a guy fifty times his height. Jazz was indeed waiting outside, chatting up a mecha (no, Cybertronian) in the strange language he'd heard before, something he was going to have questions about later as he made his way over.

"You survived the ol' Hatchet, congrats!" Jazz straightened as the other studied Raoul with an intense expression, the pilot not hearing his fellow human as he studied the expressive face in pure curiosity. He had no idea metal could be so expressive, and it's not until a hand waves in front of his face that Raoul forgets he isn't alone, glad no one could see his embarrassment. "Earth to Raoul."

"Oh, shit, sorry, what were you saying?"

"I know Prowler is pretty, but he's spoken for." Jazz chuckled, putting himself between the alien and Raoul while slinging an arm around the shorter mecha's shoulders. "C'mon, I've got show and tell duty, and this place is pretty big. Prowler, catch ya later?"

"It is still Prowl, but of course." The alien (bot? mech? Mech is easy enough) raised an eyebrow, the doors (??) on his back giving a small flick when Jazz tilted his head slightly. "Try not to take our new arrival anywhere..."fun"."

"Aw, but those are the best places!" Jazz whined as Prowl shook his head, moving past the two to continue down the hall. "Yer no fun!"

"Goodbye Jazz." The bot waved a hand as he continued walking, the pilot chuckling as Raoul watched in quiet amusement.

"Sooooo....how does the sex work?"

"Oh no, you don't get that until we're drinking the last of my whiskey."

"Well, good thing I happen to always have a store of tequila in my mecha, then."

"Raoul, my man, we are goin' to get along great!"

Four hours and a tour of the biggest military base Raoul had ever seen in his life later, found Jazz and the New Yorker halfway to drunkenness. They had set up in some sort of rec room/cafeteria (Raoul still wasn't sure, but he'd learn), and Raoul watched with how...at ease Jazz was disengaging from his mecha in a less than secure setting. He hadn't personally known Jazz before his disappearance over two years prior, but the man didn't look too different from the remembrance posters Raoul had seen around, save for longer hair and some nasty scarring along his side when he pulled down his outer flight suit to cool off. Jazz was just fascinated with Raoul's mecha suit, what started out as a plain blue flight suit now covered in patches and custom leatherwork fans had sent in through his career, even his helmet painted to the last inch.

"Man, I am so jealous, you look so cool." Jazz sighed, grabbing Raoul's helmet to examine while the other grabbed the mentioned alcohol from his mecha. "How come you got to personalize?"

"I punched a general when he started bitching about my first set of graffiti, said if I was bein' sent out to die, might as well go out in style y'know? The mayor of New York even wrote in about it, and I guess PR loved it or somethin', 'cause no one bothered me about it again after that." Raoul fishes out the first bottle he can grab, waving it in the air in victory as he carefully steps back onto his mecha's arm. "I get kids to help me change it up after every battle, keeps it fresh and excitin'."

"And here I got yelled at for adding literal black and white coloring, that is incredibly lame." The smell of tequila nearly made Jazz's mouth water, the two taking a seat as the bottle began to be shared back and forth. "Please tell me you've got a decent food synthesizer, I don't think I can last much longer on my basic diet."

"I got one of the newer ones recently, I've had a lot of downtime in stealth mode." Raoul shrugged, letting Jazz have the majority of the drink. "The Quinetseans started gettin' decent at ambushing smaller towns with some stealth bullshit, so we got better at finding them first."

"Quintessons, and damn, that sucks." Jazz frowned, head spinning as he took another swig. "I miss Earth, you have no idea how happy I am to see another human being."

"I can only imagine, we all thought you were dead." Raoul shook his head with a low whistle. "Seems like you've been with a good group, though, and Prowl? How did you manage that?"

"A whole lotta patience." Jazz hummed, sipping the tequila once more as he lay on his side, grinning at his new friend. "To be honest, I fell for him before I even knew these guys weren't mecha, so it didn't really change any of those feelin's much."

"Good for you, take every day you can, y'know? Not like we have many of those."

"How's the turnover rate?"

"Worse, we're losin' 'em faster than we can keep replacements. Part of that is because there's a haunted mecha, but that's a whole story."

"Tell it, now. Mecha ghosts are a thing???" Jazz's eyes widened as Raoul launched into a tale of a (suspected) pilot turning spirit haunting his mecha, and how some random medic or something had been the only one to survive so far. For some reason, Jazz finds that little fact hilarious, and the two are in hysterics before long, their laughter garnering the attention of off-duty bots who entered to get energon. One of them was the bot Raoul had accidentally run into earlier, eyeing the two giggling humans as he grabbed his ration before grabbing a table, leaning over to the bot closest to him.

"Blaster, who is the new human?" The communications specialist shot him a weird look at how softly Tracks spoke, but he had seen more bizarre things over the years.

"Raoul Ortiz, Jazz scanned his mecha files, or whatever the humans do for that sort of thing, and sent me what he found. He is a pilot as well, and is classified as something called a calvary scout, has been for just shy of seven jours." Blaster scanned the data pad he fished from his subspace with a shrug, looking up at the other mech. "Seems nice enough, haven't seen Jazz smile so much."

"I suppose that's not too surprising, he's not seen a human in a long time." Tracks watched Jazz sit up, pointing at something that made Raoul howl with laughter, falling back onto the tabletop with a face plate that was taking on a red hue as he grinned.

"Want a human of your own too?"

"No!" Blaster gives him an amused look, but says nothing else as he's drawn into another conversation, leaving Tracks alone to watch Jazz and the new human (Raoul, what an odd designation) get overcharged with their single bottle until Prowl finally swooped in and carefully tugged the small high grade (no, alcohol?) bottle from Jazz's hands. He didn't realize the room had mostly emptied until the superior officer looked right at him, doorwings twitching in exasperation as he motioned to the unfamiliar frame.

"I require your assistance in helping Raoul to his quarters, he and Jazz have become quite overcharged." Tracks fought back the urge to cycle his optics as he stood, setting his empty ration cube to be cleaned before sauntering over, observing the new human start the climb to his cockpit from the table.

"Does it need anything?"

"Time, and a steady arm." Prowl flicked over the location of Raoul's newly assigned quarters before returning his attention to Jazz, who had gotten back in control of his frame to drape it across the Praxian with a coo.

"Aw I love ya Prowler, even if ya stop my fun." Tracks couldn't help the vent that escaped him as Prowl shook his helm in exasperation, guiding his wayward partner across the room as Tracks waited for Raoul to do...whatever it was they needed to do in the frame. He'd never seen Jazz entering his mecha, eyeing the small piloting chair within what would be their spark chamber light up when Raoul sat down, the human tugging down a thick cable and plugging it into the back of his helm covering, his frame's arms and legs twitching as organic and machine became one.

"Like what ya see?" Raoul was not as overcharged to the extent Jazz was, but clearly had had a sip or two himself, standing with a stretch and low hum as his chassis covering slipped closed.

"I was merely curious." Tracks began to head toward the location Prowl had given him, the human following without a word.

"You can ask questions, I don't really care about answerin' them, I'm gonna have a bunch myself after I hit the sack."

"What does hitting something have to do with questions?" Tracks asked, the human laughing when they turned down a corridor. "What?"

"I'm not actually hitting anything, it's just an expression, just means me goin' to sleep." Raoul paused when he caught sight of a training room, his faceless helm moving as he took in the sight. "Whoa, this is so cool."

"Why?" Tracks paused as he watched the other. "Do you not have training rooms?"

"Not really, well, not mecha sized anyways. Lot of our trainin' is done in training pods that simulate the field, I only get to properly mess around when I'm in the field." The human entered the room, poking at some sort of training dummy with a finger. "So yea, this is cool to see training gear this size."

"That is...strange, but when you are all so small, I suppose having the space is not a luxury you can afford."

"Nope! When we get back though, I should show you the place a few of us pilots like to sneak off to, we throw parts of mountains at each other and it's so fun." Raoul laughed, stumbling slightly as he left the room with a shake of his helm. "Man...that's even if we get back."

"I am sure Wheeljack and the others will find a way, I know they have been for Jazz for some time." Tracks led Raoul down another corridor; the lighting dimmed down this one due to it being personal quarters. "It is not so bad, however, he's found good company."

"Like you?" Raoul glanced over, noting how the other bot tensed in a way that was far too familiar.

"No, I have only dealt with him in passing."

"Uh huh..." They finally came to a stop outside of a door, Tracks pressing a panel on the right side to open the door, revealing a room that held a bed, desk with a chair, a lamp and some floating crystals on one wall unit. A small bed that was his actual size had been placed on the desk beside what looked like a water cooler and some alien fruits in a small bowl, and Raoul sent out a silent thanks to whoever did that. "This is a pretty nice place."

"If you need anything, Prowl informed me that your mecha's internal comm system has been linked into our own, and that Jazz's line has been made your primary." Tracks watched Raoul sit his mecha down, the frame powering down as he unhooked himself (still weird to watch if he was honest) after opening his chassis, grinning up at Tracks before using an arm he positioned as a bridge.

"You've been a lot of help, thanks!" The human waved up at him, and Tracks gave a short bow, turning to leave. "Before you go, can I get yer name?"

"I am known as Tracks." The human looked to the side as he mouthed his designation, and his spark fluttered when a smile was sent his way.

"Nice ta meet ya Tracks, I think I'm just gonna have to make myself some good company for ya." The mech looked taken aback by the declaration, his eyes blinking(????) before a small smile crossed his face, glowing eyes focusing on Raoul as his engine rumbled quietly.

"Perhaps you will, we shall have to see."

#personal #transformers #mecha pilot jazz au #tf mecha universe #tracksraoul #tracks x raoul #raoultracks #jazzprowl #raoul #tracks #jazz #prowl #ironhide #I've been chipping away at this #and I really hope you guys like it #Raoul x Tracks is one of my fav tf pairings of all time #these goobers are perfect together

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Hi, Mo Du fandom! I had this plan in mind to organize all the "extra/extended" scenes in the Audio Drama that I appreciated more and I thought it was good to share with you all!

The post will be reblog everytime I remember something else or someone else points out their favorite scenes. In this way we will love Zhoudu a bit more!

The translation is mostly automatic but in some scene I was helped and I'll quote the source when needed.

Let's go (I tried to summarize the scenes in chronological order):

1) When Luo Wenzhou cries in front of his mother at the hospital because of Fei Du.

LWZ's mother: "Son, the person who saved you..."

Luo Wenzhou tries to narrate what has happened but his voice trembles: "We were still inside......The situation was sudden at that time...The moment the explosion hit, he threw me to the ground. He used his body to block the impact, but he didn't have time to block the car door. His back was hit hard by the car door that rushed towards him.

I..." his voice is broken and he starts to sob.

"Mom, if he... if he..."

LWZ's mom: "The heaven assists the good ones, so everything will be fine."

2) - at the New Year night, when Luo Wenzhou asks to Fei Du when he plans to make official the relationship and Fei Du gives the spiral ring. Lwz is startled and then starts to kiss him fiercely and pushing him towards the bedroom.

Luo Wenzhou provoking: "who did you call old man again?"

Fei - little brat - Du: "why? I'm not right?"

LWZ: "Fine then. This old man is not going to let you out of the bed until next year." Moral of the story: the old man devours the little brat

3) - After this passionate night, Luo Wenzhou wakes up with Fei Du beside him still sleeping and he takes time to admire him.

LWZ: "He is sleeping so soundly." He remembers the early night when Fei Du gave him the ring. "hey you are still not awake at this time. Did I not control my temperament last night?"

Fei Du then asks in his sleeping: "Shixiong, what time is it?"

Luo Wenzhou replies tenderly: "stay at bed, it's 8 o' clock"

Fei Du: "hmm, thirsty"

"Well I'll get some water."

And then LWZ takes a glass of water, he drinks and mumbles to Fei Du to come closer. Before he realizes it, Luo Wenzhou is giving him water mouth to mouth. Fei Du dumbfounded coughs a little while Luo Wenzhou laughs delighted for his surprise attack.

Luo Wenzhou: "so are you awake? Uh? Hey are you okay?" And then provokes Fei Du deliberately: "who said you should get up at 6 for morning excercise? Uh?"

Fei Du smiles provocatively and he lies down again: "aren't there many kinds of morning excercises, Shixiong?"

Luo Wenzhou grabs him: "You brat. Can you please be honest this early in the morning? Don't-" and then Fei Du stops with his mouth. There are sound of sheets, rubbing, and kissing, until they hear a knock at the door. Luo Wenzhou curses Xiao Haiyang 😅

4) - when Fei Du is investigating with Zhou Huaijin, Luo Wenzhou drives him to the place where they are supposed to meet. Before Fei Du leaves the car, Luo Wenzhou calls him.

"hey Fei Du, didn't you forget something?"

"uh? what-?"

And then LWZ grabs him and kisses him deeply. Fei Du lets him kiss him with pleasure. After they separate, Fei Du whispers "shixiong". Luo Wenzhou makes him promise that he will not drink alcohol and that he must be careful.

Fei Du seriously: "Mn. Got it". (about not drinking alcohol he will keep his promise!)

5) - When Fei Du lets slip about the attempted murder (on the taxi) and tries to downplay the danger and LWZ just smacks him for not telling him before. The scene here is a bit longer.

LWZ: "you brat! You kept something so important from me?? Uh?? Asking for a spaking aren't you?"

Fei Du tries to soathe him but Luo Wenzhou puts him in a corner: "you little bastard. Didn't you solemnly swear to me that it was all alright? And I fucking thought I could trust you!"

"But everything was fine *kinda*"

"You brat!"

Fei Du can't help to soathe him with his ruffian voice: "Shixiong, dont...don't be mad..." He is trying to calm down his anger and coax him (and then he will do something that's going to make him even more scared and angry 🙈).

LWZ eventually calms down a bit but they don't have much time to talk about this: "I'll deal with you when I get back ".

But then Fei Du stops him (he is trying to cling to Luo Wenzhou a little while longer, maybe because he already has his dangerous plan in mind but can't help to cling on Luo Wenzhou and reserve for himself a little tender moment before he dives headfirst into danger.)

Fei Du calls him: "Shixiong"

LWZ stops: "what's up?"

And then Fei Du walks to him and hugs him with a deep sigh. Luo Wenzhou has already gives in and reassures him sweetly: "Hey. What is it?". Fei Du smiles a bit: "it's nothing. Shixiong.." (and when Fei Du calls him like this we can hear Luo Wenzhou startling a bit, he's so in love and attentive 😭) "..be careful" and Fei Du gives him a little kiss.

Luo Wenzhou already relaxed and irremediably in love: "Alright. Wait for me here. Don't go running around"

Fei Du holds off on answering for a couple of seconds. He breaths heavily: "Got it"

Luo Wenzhou lets out a sigh of relief and caresses him: "I'm going now."

"Mn"

When Luo Wenzhou gets out, Fei Du sighs heavily.

6) - When Luo Wenzhou realized what Fei Du has done (he was just kidnapped).

"Fei Du, you crazy!"

"Impossible... impossible..."

7) - When Fan Siyuan imposes Fei Du to press the bomb and Fei Du remembers his mother screaming: "you cannot yield! You cannot surrender!" And even though he can't breath he repeat these words.

8) - Luo Wenzhou is crying and sobbing for Fei Du after he saves him at the end of book 5 😭 he's so hearthbroken.

When Fei Du says "All the monsters have been cleaned up. I am the last one... Can you let me be locked up in your house?", the scene is extended here.

Luo Wenzhou through the sobbing replies: "I will not only lock you up, but also lock you with me... for the rest of your life!"

Fei Du repeats with harsh voice because of his condition: "For the rest of your life..."

Luo Wenzhou continues to talk despite his sobbing: "I have already said that you are mine. Even if you breathe, it has something to do with me. You must follow me for the rest of your life. You are not allowed to run anywhere." and crying and crying.

The scene ends with Fei Du trying to repeat what LWZ said but he falls in coma.

9) - Fei Du sees his mother in an allucination after he passes out at the end of book 5 (before Luo Wenzhou says "I came too late").

He sees a younger version of himself at the beach who plays with his mother, a fake memory.

Fei Du thinks: "The sunshine, the waves, the sound of the piano and also her smile... I have never seen her smile like this."

His mother comes and talks to him: "is it all over?"

"It's all over"

"That's good. Fei Du, the road that you walk after this is still very long. You have to live well."

Fei Du laughs a bit: "mom, I'm doing very well right now. I met a person... a person who I can spend my whole life with."

"That's great. This way, your mom's heart will be at ease. Fei Du, do you see that light? You must remember: always walk towards the light"

"Towards the light..." and he has a flashback of every moment Luo Wenzhou caring for him. (The translation of this scene was helped by pearl_milkteas on X)

10) - When Luo Wenzhou is scared because he doesn't find Fei Du in his apartment on the novel extra and he runs through the stairs and then in the basement. After he hugs Fei Du desperetely and Fei Du sees how LWZ was scared for him, Fei Du tells him: "Shixiong, I'm alright. You don't have to worry"

11) - After they bury Fei Du's father and talk about his mother and Fei Du cries for the first time in front of Luo Wenzhou, Luo Wenzhou offers to carry him on his back down the hill.

After Luo Wenzhou thinks that he can never stop loving him and that he has fallen into the hands of this bastard, Fei Du attracts his attention by calling him.

Luo Wenzhou: "mn?"

Fei Du: "I love you too" with a beautiful and romantic soundtrack in the background.

12) - When Fei Du has just taken Fei Qian, Luo Wenzhou calls him and we can hear an extended conversation:

"What do you want for dinner?"

Fei Du: "dinner... I want baked prawns!"

Luo Wenzhou: "oh perfect! There's a new seafood place just outside our house, why don't we-"

Fei Du: "no! I want to eat your cooking"

Luo Wenzhou sighs: "but it's finally weekend. Can you let me slack off this once? You know there's an opening promo, 20% off"

Fei Du being super brat: "no!! I'll only eat your cooking"

Luo Wenzhou sighs and chuckles: "I don't get you. Every time we have shrimp, you just open your mouth. You don't even eat unless I peel them for you."

Fei du: "hmm how about.. this time I do the peeling and feed you? How does the sound?"

Luo Wenzhou laughs content and amused: "fine!"

13) - Fei Du is talking with LWZ about Zhou Huaijin who is working hard everyday, often overtime at Fei Du's company. He even sleeps on the sofa in the office. Luo Wenzhou suddenly sighs as if he was sensing something and says softly to Fei Du: "hey come here." Fei Du accomplishes.

"Fei Du?"

"Mm?"

"Do you... do you ever have those days?"

"What days?"

"Not wanting to go home. Lonely. Not willing to talk to people"

Fei Du sighs and chuckles a bit: "No. Because I never had home."

Luo Wenzhou listens silent for two seconds and then says tenderly: "hey..."

Fei Du: "but Shixiong... since I have you wherever you are is my home"

Luo Wenzhou stops breathing and he inhales a deep "fei du", inable to say much because too many feelings and hugs him 💝 (he is still so overwhelmed everytime Fei Du shows with honesty his love!)

14) After this scene later we can hear the cats fighting behind the room and Fei Du stops whatever him and Luo Wenzhou were doing (🤪): "wait a minute wait a minute. Those two brats seem to fight again."

LWZ: "Let's them fight. I don't have time to take care of them. Mr Fei, why are you still distracted?" (Luo Wenzhou is a flirt too!).

15) - At the end of extra we have a recap of Luo Wenzhou and Fei Du through the years. At the beginning young!Fei Du and Luo Wenzhou were like dog and cat, Tao Ran insisted they should take care of the child but Luo Wenzhou played tsundere.

Luo Wenzhou once sighed dramatically and said to Fei Du that in winter he should wear more clothes. When Tao Ran wasn’t available, Luo Wenzhou once cook for Fei Du but the child didn't quite appreciated.

Fei Du: "I'm full"

Luo Wenzhou: "what? You only ate two and you're done? I cooked dumplings for you and you're still being picky"

Fei Du sneers: "you call these dumplings? These are noodle strips boiled with meat filling"

Luo Wenzhou: "you! Brat. Take it or leave it"

And then we have Luo Wenzhou trying to learn how to cook better in his kitchen. The first step to become Daddy Luo.

16) - This is a new extra. They are cuddling while they are talking about food.

Luo Wenzhou: "okay let get this straight. This kind of food is a nope. Spicy food is a nope. You are really hard to sustain."

Fei Du: "But shixiong, i'm very easy to keep" (the mood is like Fei Du is referring to himself as a pet)

LWZ: "since when??"

Fei Du: "I like to eat everything you cook 😇"

LWZ: "you only know how to cajole." But he can resist to his charm and gives Fei Du a long kiss.

Fei Du is out of breath: "shixiong...if one day you were to leave me, my heart would die." This words are not just to flirt. He's really vulnerable and sweet in his true feelings.

Luo Wenzhou reassures him: "Don't worry. I won't leave you. We have our whole life ahead of us."

17) - A new silly extra

Fei Du is trying gently to wake him up: "Shixiong come on, get up. You will be late again."

LWZ: "honey, it's still dark outside. Let me sleep a little longer. 😴😴😴"

18) - They are trying to train together 😅

Luo Wenzhou complains that Fei Du is a stupid brat and he is doing wrong positions. Fei Du whines too that he has delicate hands and that it's Captain Luo who is doing incorrect positions. Luo Wenzhou is manhandling him 😎

Fei Du: "Wait what, where do you want to take me?" Luo Wenzhou lifted him in his arms.

"I teach you how to lift someone properly. You've never had a coach. That's why I'm here 😎"

19) - New extra: Luo Wenzhou is trying to use a new app and Fei Du is there sitting, enjoying the scene. I didn't quite get the context but basically LWZ was arguing with the mechanical voice of the app because he didn't understand shit.

LWZ: "What are the best congratulations for rotten rice heads!"

Fei Du can't help but burst into laughter by seeing his old man fighting with an app. Luo Wenzhou after listening his lover's bright and precious laugh starts to babble. "Wh-What are you laughing at? I can’t keep up with the times?"

Fei Du still smiling: "Yes yes, you can... This game is a lucky game".

In the background Luo Yiguo judges them

20) - Post canon Zhoudu is cuddling and Fei Du says: "shixiong, I have a lot of money, but all my luck in this life have been used to meet you."

Luo Wenzhou as usual is a bit startled at first but replies with a decisive "brat" and can't help to hug him. Translation helped by Iangqiao on X

21) - This is a bonus extra.

One day Luo Wenzhou goes to Fei Du's office to make him a surprise (he finished work early and Fei Du in previous days was recovering from a cold ) and everyone at Fei Du's office knows who Luo Wenzhou is and whispers about him.

(translation offered by supertingg on X. You can listen on their profile too --> https://x.com/supertingg/status/1338161829613162496 )

22) - Another extra scene. The voice actors do a skit.

One day LWZ had nothing to do and was feeling playful. He covers Fei Du's eyes from behind. In falsetto LWZ provokes him: "heyyy guess who?"

You can listen to halfxin account on youtube: https://youtu.be/WqiI70Wkjuo?si=MqxGv-0UVZHCgIHw

23) - Mid autumn extra special: Fei Du makes mooncakes for Luo Wenzhou aka his only contribution is adding sugar.

Ah this special extra features Priest herself. You can listen this extra on halfxin account too: https://youtu.be/VTSn73hd3fU?si=cZJwfGX_awzr3d7Y

#mo du #silent reading #fei du #luo wenzhou #zhoudu #priest #mlm #danmei #audio drama

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stonedficz · 1 month ago

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✰ star shaped ✰ ch. 4 ❛i think i like more than just this food❜

[schlatt x streamer!reader]

ch. 1 / ch. 2 / ch.3

a/n: this is not revised. enjoy!!! more to come!!

In the time between the soon-to-be collab, you were blasting your socials with content. Any thing you could post - you were. It may be best to mention.. none of it was about Schlatt.

You were blogging, vlogging, live streaming, everything. No matter if it was to one person, or your NEW highest viewer count on twitch, 25.

Twenty-five people were watching you. You continued to cook on live, vlog your college experience, and blog your thoughts. You kept every avenue different. That’s how you start to get traction - versitality. If you can livestream your recipes, but document something else on a different platform, you get to see what works best. Maybe even switch it around a little. God only knows you needed the money.

Any way this went, you were about to get some sweet, sweet daydream time with Schlatt. Like he said - this could never help you blow up at all, it’s really up in the air if this will even do anything. At the least, you could try.

It reached Tuesday night. You were viciously anxious. What to do?

Nothing better than, of course, streaming. And, here you were, chopping and prepping your ingredients in front of a WHOPPING 30 people for your lunches this week.

“Soooo, guys, good news!” you slid some chopped onions to caramelize in a pan, grinning, despite the looming anxiety over tomorrow. “I got a raise at work! I’ve been hostessing for a few years now at a higher-end restaurant - it’s locally owned and they told me that since I started, they have had raving reviews. Something about mentioning me by name, specifically, for excellent service over 100 times in these past few years. I just - God, I felt honored.” you sighed, smiling and shaking your head. This was a great way to get your mind off things.

“I’m just - I’m REALLY excited. I got a three dollar raise. That’s insane. The family that owns the place has basically become my own family. It means so much that they think this highly of me.”

‘that’s so deserved babe! you seem awesome. luv u!’ applez2apple donated $1.

“Oh my God -“ you gasped, hearing the audio play for the donation. “Thank you! You’re so sweet!” That was your first ever donation. A buck. Guess it’s better than your 2cents? (a/n:teehee)

After you had finished your week’s worth of meals, you decided to stream editing your next youtube video. It was just your face and some background music as you typed, but you were enjoying it. Slowly but surely, the viewer count slowly dropped. When you first noticed, it was down to 10. Only a few minutes later, it was down to one.

“Hey bud.” you smiled, seeing the number having dropped all the way down. You were surprised, by this point, that you even had one. You didn’t bother to look to see who it might be though, you were deep in concentration on your video editing.

‘figured i’d pop in to see how the socials were going. doin’ good so far huh? you had 30 some people earlier. it’s no 200k, but imagine all those people in the room with you.’ jschlatt donated $40.

As your eyes traced the border of the twitch tab, trying to see who sent a message, they shot open in shock.

Oops. There was no hiding this reaction. Your face turned a deep red as you covered your mouth with your hand. “My God!” you yelled at the camera. “You- you scared the shit out of me!” your eyes scanned to make sure the automated voice was right and it wasn’t a troll. “Holy…” you were trying to make sense of what was going on. A message dropped into the chat.

jschlatt: ‘what? you think i’m fuckin with you? i told you i enjoyed your shit’

You shook your head and sighed, leaning back in your chair, “Yeah, honest to God I don’t know what I thought happened.” you tried to catch your breath. “Thank you - by the way! That’s a LOT of money for me! You just fed me for like, a week or two.” you laughed in shock as you saved the video file and minimized the tab, focusing on fixing how you looked for him. He was watching you now. You were an object. It felt good.

jschlatt: ‘small dose of my appreciation for the stuff you put out. don’t get just groceries. we can talk more about that later. i’m going to bed now, see you in the morning’

“Oh - okay!” your breath hitched as you shoved some hair behind your ear, leaning forward. “Goodnight! I’m super excited to work with you tomorrow!” grinning widely, you fluttered your eyes subtly at the screen and camera. You knew he was watching - that viewer count still said one. You were gonna look as good as possible for as long as possible.

—————.

He started typing up another message.

‘Go to bed, you know you’re gonna regret it if you don-

click click click click.

“No, I shouldn’t. She’ll get the wrong idea.” he couldn’t help but run his hand down his face. He left the stream, shut his laptop off, and leaned back. “Shit.” a heavy sigh left his mouth. Shaking his head, he stood up to head to bed. “Jambo, what the fuck man.” His eyes glanced over to his sweet boy on the bed.

“What is going on with me lately?” he sat on his bed, hunched over on his phone. “I can’t believe I sent her money.” shaking his head, he set alarms for tomorrow morning. “I feel kind of guilty,” he sighed petting Jambo and [REDACTED] on his bed. “That might get out. People are gonna lose their shit if it does.”

His eyes wandered back to the phone in his hand. “She stopped streaming when I left.”

‘What was that at the end anyways? I��m just.. i can’t tell if I’m being tricked by this bitch. Am I being manipulated? Is she crazy? Maybe I’m the crazy fucker for doing this collab. Maybe I just… fuck. I shouldn’t ‘ve agreed to this. Fuck. Fuck.”

Jambo curled up into a peaceful slumber on his lap, purring as Schlatt’s hand laid on him.

“I guess it’ll be fine. I got nothin’ to lose.” his hand ran over his tired face again, laying down for bed.

———————

The next morning, you had everything set up according to plan. This was going to work out exactly as you had wanted and dreamed of.

Were you manipulative?

A small part of your mind turned on itself. ‘what if i am manipulating this whole situation?’ your breath hitched. ‘what is he’s letting me? what if he’s into it?’

You sighed. ‘well, I know he’s not into it, but God. I gotta fix myself. This attitude.. it’s not what he would respect.’

In ten minutes you were going to call, set up, and record your first collab with your all time favorite person. The plan was to try and make homemade pulled pork sandwiches on the stovetop, something seemingly very unorthodox and probably just really hard. Why the stovetop? For fun. Why did he agree to this? No one knows. All you know is this is about to be the time of your life. You get to record yourself and he’s going to send you all of his video to edit into your own… you were going to have so much raw content of him. He was such eye candy.

“God,” you sighed, laying your head down on your bed just for a moment before calling him. “I’m obsessed I guess. But maybe.. this will die down if I just enjoy this as much as possible. He would tell me to stay in the moment, I think.

Shit. What do I talk to him about? What casual chitchat do we even bother trying?

Oh no. No, no no no no. The recipe is for pulled pork.” you looked down at Jeremy as he bathed himself. He looked up dumbly in reply. “That means hours. Slow roasting. Unused time.” your eyes went wide.

“How do I talk to him for hours? Do we hang up and call again when the food is done? Oh my Lord, dude, I am STUPID.” you laughed at the terribly poor planning. Of course, it was you who was unprepared. You thought of conversation ideas as you made sure you looked perfect for him. And for the viewers. But mainly for him.

Your kitchen was spotless.

It was time. You rang him on discord. He picked up.

“Hii buddy! How are you?” you exclaimed, fixing the positioning of your laptop on the counter, lining the framing up with the camera you had centered on your counter.

He was so hot.

“I’m good, good.” he smirked and nodded in reply, giving a soft chuckle. “Got everything ready? Lights-camera-action?”

“Ohh yeah baby,” your breath hitched. That was a… choice of.. word. “You know me. I over prepare, even.”

“Can’t relate,” he sighed, shoving what looked like the last bite of a bagel into his mouth. “I’m still fuckin’ eatin’ breakfast.”

“Fair.” nodding, you brought an iced coffee into frame, sipping it.

“Basic ass bitch.” he mocked with a mouthful. “Lemme guess - iced coffee? Vanilla? Tons of fuckin’ creamer?” he shook his head in what seemed to be a loving-mockery way.

“ERRRRRRRR. Wrong. Caramel iced latte.” you sipped again, pointing at the camera with a wink.

“Shit. You got me. Ton of MILK then.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you fuckin’ ready yet or are we gonna chat about this all day?”

Your stomach dropped. This was about to be another bold choice.

“You know me - I could stand for either, you’re my idol.” you smiled sweetly, picking up some tongs.

He squinted slightly. You don’t know that even he noticed, but you did. He shook his head and smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ weirdo. Get your dumb fuckin’ camera on and let’s get this over with. Bitch.” he muttered that last part.

Oh, you had him. Hook line and sinker baby. He wasn’t totally tired of you yet - this was gonna be good.

————

After your mid point of the video - that is, all prep work done, you turned the stove on.

“Now - guys - I have never done this before. Y’all know first times are dangerous for me. Cooking, I mean.” you stuttered to the camera recording for your youtube.

“Me too.” Schlatt started to do a bit, standing in front of the camera, blank faced. He slowly picked up something out of frame, standing back up with Jambo in his arms. “I bet this will taste real good.”

Your face dropped. At least, you were pretending it did, with the bit. “Schlatt. We talked about this. You signed a contract.” You watched as he blankly inched Jambo closer to the pot on his stove. “NO. NO SCHLATT.” you started to crack, fake tears welling up in your eyes as you snorted. You started laughing.

He cracked too. He started chuckling. Really hard. Why was this so funny? Why did both of you enjoy one small bit so much?

“Okay, anyways,” you wiped the fake tears conjured off your cheeks. “Time to set the timer! We’ve added everything. This is one of those ‘leave it alone’ dishes, perfect for people who don’t like micromanaging their meals, or like ‘dump it’ meals. Generally speaking, this is supposed to be easy. We’ll see.” Your eyes widened in judgement of the interpretation of ‘easy’, letting out a small laugh. “We’ll be back in six hours!’ you sighed, putting your hands out to the camera. Schlatt nodded, rubbing his facial hair.

“God, fuck,” he sighed, leaning against his counter.

“So.” you smiled and leaned against your counter, fixing your hair. "Six hours to go. I think.. I picked the wrong recipe." you laughed in mild defeat.

“Shit, fuck yeah you did.” he chuckled, picking up his laptop and sitting at the desk he streams at. “You better know you fuckin’ owe me for this, for the record. Six hours is fucking insane. I would never do shit like this.” he sat in his chair and leaned back, sipping some water.

You smiled, sipping your iced coffee. “Why did you do it if you hate this so much?"

He sighed again, looking at the screen. At you. Maybe. “Because, like I said, I respect your shit. I keep up with what you do because you try to make it meaningful, what you love, whatever.” he shook his head.

“Tell me - what’s your plan for this six hours we have to burn?” you poked again, intrigued.

“I don’t fuckin’ know.” he laughed a little. “Like I said, poor planning. Might take a nap or some shit. Get groceries. Why?”

“Just curious. I was wondering if you’d be open to talking for a bit. Not the whole time, obviously, but part of it. I have waited like.. five years to meet you? I have some fan questions." You smiled sweetly, giggling a little.

“Yeah, let’s just do it.” he rolled his eyes. “Better now than later.”

————

‘She's gettin’ on my last fucking nerve. Bein’ all girly, flirty, whatever the fuck. She knows what she's doing. Weird fucker. Parasocial bitch.

Who am I kidding,’ Schlatt thought to himself, sitting in his office. He watched you on his screen. His eyes flickered away from your face and to around your room as you walked. 'I'm as bad as her at this point.'

. . .

“Is just like, maybe an hour okay? I don’t wanna take up too much of your time if you have other things to do. I'm just so, so excited to be doing a project like this with you." you took your laptop to your bedroom, sitting it on your comforter as you sat in front of it.

"It's fine." he sighed with a small laugh. "You're already talking a fuck ton." he shook his head with that same smile.

"First question." you sighed, pulling the blanket up over your lap. "Do you view this collab like you did with Tommy donating to you - or whatever he did to talk to you? Wasn't he on your discord server as a fan and you admitted that it was all, what - some elaborate cash grab?" you held a soft face, ready for whatever answer came.

"First off," he sighed, shaking his head in frustration. "That was a unique situation that still occurs with lots of creators. You need to understand, we do this for a living, even if we enjoy it. If I have no other revenue streams besides donos from kids, of course I'm gonna feed into it. They'll give me more fuckin' cash if I do."

Ooof. That hit. He's truthful to a fault.

"Secondly," he sat back up in his chair, holding Jambo. "No, this isn't that. Bitch - oh my God," chuckling, he messed with my hair. "Listen, we both know you aren't big right now. On anything. This is almost charity work. I mean this in the least offensive way," he tilted his head down but kept his eyes on the screen. "I went into this knowing I wouldn't make a dime. Or, most likely wouldn't. I'm not even making a video to put onto my channel."

"Wait - you're not?" your eyes went wide.

"No." he chuckled loudly. "I'm not gonna give you that type of free crazy promo. Crazy bitch."

You shook your head with a smile. "This is like that collab you did with Oompaville, isn't it? You just did it on his channel and never mentioned it?"

"Have you seen all of my motherfuckin' videos? Like every single one? This is insane." he laughed in surprise. "Yes, it's like that one. I don't hand out promotion. You get me on your channel, not vice versa. It's MY channel for a reason. I'm the face." he reclined in his chair a little. "Obviously, I do collabs. There are some on my channel. BUT, but, I have specific people, if you couldn't fuckin' tell."

"What's the reasoning behind that?"

"Because I want to." his accent finally came out in full force, his upper lip curling on the "to". 'It's nice to finally hear him talk like that.' you smiled in thought.

"Alright," he sighed, stretching a little. "I'm gonna go for a while. You call me when it's time, 'kay toots?"

"Good enough for me." you leaned back against your pillows. "I guess that's all I really had on my mind for now. I don't want to overwhelm you in the first hour of our 'break'."

You smiled again. 'I love it when he calls me that. He probably calls most women he talks to that, but.. he's sweet.'

"M'kay." you nodded. He smiled at your reply. "You're a sweet kid. I won't lie to ya, I think we're gonna have to do something like this again. It hasn't been miserable so far. Irritating, yeah, but.. bareable."

"Ohh stop it." You shook your head, covering some of your face with your hand. "I'm a fan of you, of course I'm nervous." you were nervous, but you were very, very flustered. 'He's so handsome. Teasing me is some sick dream come true.. he's not even trying to get with me. This is just playful banter. God, this is just.. just..'

"That's good." you grinned shyly. You weren't able to hide your blush now - the flustered feelings finally got to you. He smiled when he saw the red on your cheeks.

"Whaat, I'm gettin' you flustered?" He leaned in towards the camera, tilting his head a little. He leaned back after a moment. "Don't tell me now you're gettin' shy. We've gone this whole time being fine and put together."

"Naww, I didn't say nervous." He furrowed his brow with that horribly handsome smirk of his. "I said flustered."

"I'm not flustered!" you exclaimed with a defensive giggle, looking up at your ceiling for a moment before looking back down to Schlatt on your screen.

"Ohh I think you are." he chuckled louder. "I think you're fangirling a little."

"Shut up. You don't even know me." you rolled your eyes. "I fangirled the night you replied to my dm. Not now, dumbass."

"Oooh, so, what, you think I'm handsome? Sexy?" he smiled, crossing his arms and twisting back and forth in his chair. "I know plenty of bitches drool over me. I jus' don' get it." his accent was even more pronounced now as he seemingly got into his confident, proud character he uses online.

This was your opportunity to start bantering. You could play fight. Yet another thing you had always dreamed of.

"I think you're ugly as shit." you laughed, crossing your arms at him.

"Well I think you're an ugly fuckin' bitch too." he said in faux shock. He laid his hand on his chest in playful hurt.

"Whatever," you sighed with a big, shy smile. "I'll call you when the food is supposed to be done."

"Aight. See you."

click.

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pastelpaperplanes · 2 months ago

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May I ask what you used to edit the audios and where did you find some of the voices for your voice claims?

I’m currently trying to make one myself but I’m struggling to find downloadable stuff and good free editing software

(btw, long term fan here, been enjoying your since your autodesk days)

since autodesk??? omg you’ve been here around for four or five years then that is so cool 😭🙏💕💕man you have seen each au and each angst then onto the most diabolically cursed art you deserve a medal

anytime I post a video I’ve always edited them in CapCut! Nothing fancy, just the free version ✨ they’ve got handy tools for audio extraction for screen recordings I take to grab lines for a character, and easy to work w transitions, as well as noise isolation features too. There’s even an option to do GREEN SCREEN STUFF which I think is kinda unreal for smth that’s free?? Highly recommend!

As far as a free editing mobile app goes it’s very hardy!

To get the lines again I simply just screen record off of YouTube or tiktok if I find lines I like, then I’m able to import and stitch them all together. As for how I find VCs, oh man I’ve had a running list of 5 years on characters I think sound cool, then eventually I find the names of who matches who and I get to create a video!

I had been sitting on Idris Elba Megatron for SO. LONG. SO LONG. it was only until Sonic 2 came out where I had enough lines that fit soooo perfectly for my vision that I finally made a video. Invader Zim as Starscream was another one I’d been itching to do ever since Enter the Florpus came out!!

Haha I watch a lot (prob too much) tv so I’ve got a good stack of names and clips I’ve got saved for ideas down the line! I’m hoping to have the next line up for part 3 settled soonish, I’m just still hunting for a VC for Chromedome then I’m SET for the next trio

Invincible S3 I think may have given me the strongest contender yet but we will see

#asks #Alight Motion I think is the next step I want to try! I have seen some very cool tweaning tutorials that I think could be a gradual step #before I try my hand at real animation #but hey I’ve got the patience for editing from CapCut so let’s GOO

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honeyhotteoks · 6 months ago

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do you have any advice on like getting better with writing?

hey! i definitely do!! i’ve talked about this before but i have a lot of new readers, so ill start off by saying i’ve been writing for my entire life, and im 30 so thats a lot of years. if you’re a new writer, trust me i used to be there and good god if you guys could see the stuff i published in old fandoms 💀 really, really bad haha

i only say that because i by no means consider myself a great writer, there are fic writers in this space alone that i’m always so floored by and look up to…. but people have been very kind about my writing style and it’s something that took time to develop it’s not something i just “had”. outside of fic, i was a literature and creative writing major, and got very used to writing and workshopping pieces.

now! onto some actual advice —

1. read a lot and read more, but read stuff you actually like and not stuff you feel pressured to read. i love high brow litfic as much as the next pretentious english major, but i started writing a ton after reading a bunch of kindle unlimited romance because it was fun and it got me inspired

2. watch well written television for dialogue and pacing. people do not talk in proper english, they don’t say things eloquently, and there’s a lot of filler and fluff. that’s good! that’s real, so i love well written tv to show me how it’s done

3. get comfortable writing in weird ways. for years i used to sit down and be like “ah okay so chapter one” and then i was stuck, stalled out, and just felt bad about the process. when i started writing both aurora and tnt, i started in the middle. i had an image of a scene in my mind (for tnt it was actually the claim attempt) and i just wrote it out and then bounced around later

4. outlines are your friend! sometimes i’ll get a random line of dialogue in my head or an image but that doesn’t mean i’m ready to write it. i throw it in one big outline so i don’t lose it.

5. if you’re wanting to write really good smut i have two suggestions but please only do this to your personal comfort level. this is what works for me but do not make yourself uncomfortable— for good smut, i watch porn for reference and for good dirty talk, i listen to nsfw audio. i like to really write the visuals for smut and make it immersive but lol i haven’t experienced everything ive written about and logistics of the body are hard!! i usually find a video or an audio and let that help guide the imagery im writing.

6. be comfortable with the editing process. i know the temptation to post something the minute you finish it is there, but sleep on it. come back and edit it, read the dialogue out loud if you have to. i swear you’ll make the piece better just by leaving it and coming back.

7. don’t be afraid to post. most people are kind, and the worst thing that will happen is you don’t get a lot of notes. that’s okay, it’s a process.

8. research! as i’m writing anything, even a silly little oneshot, im doing research on something. i am hyper aware that im not korean and have never spoken korean or lived in korea, so for my fic i try my hardest to ground elements of that in reality. i truly cannot tell you how many hours ive spent reading like korean case law on revenge porn just for like 3 lines of dialogue. and you don’t have to go that crazy, i’m arguably too intense, but i do think some of that helps the story and the dialogue feel real.

9. describe something real- every place in my writing is based on something real. every apartment, hotel, cafe, venue, etc., they’re all either something i’ve found online or drawn from my life and use that to my advantage. i use apartment listings and save photographs, i do google map walks to see what neighborhoods look like, anything to get the feel of a place or an experience. for the christmas chapters of aurora, i watched hours of gwangju walking tour videos on youtube while i was writing just to understand how to describe their walk in the snow. it really helps me to have a visual that i can put words to.

10. find your weak points and see what other writers do differently. if you want to improve, you should find a small place to start. is it dialogue? overall plot? smut? etc. - i’ll never forget being on a creative writing retreat, and a very important writing professor said to me “everything you write is very pretty but you haven’t said anything. you have to decide to say something.” that feedback hurt, but sent me down a much better writing path when i realized where i was falling short and not challenging myself.

okay i hope some of this was helpful and if it’s a mess im sorry im on mobile. i really just love writing so deeply and will always talk about it, so i hope this was helpful 💗

#answered anon #honeyhotteoks thoughts #about writing

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littleadaline · 10 months ago

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Thank you for the sandwich [F.T7]

Warnings: some smut content [18+], some light swearing

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: whoooops hihi

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“Oh and another thing,” Flick told you before exiting his office. “Ferran had his Adidas commercial canceled today. If you want to get ahead on the YouTube channel content, today is your day. He came in early for training, I have no reason to keep him this late.” He handed you back your bag.

“Thank you. I’ll grab my equipment from my office and head down to let him know. Have a nice day, mister.”

‘You too.” He softly smiled at you before closing his office door shut.

You walked back to your office, head in your notebook, scanning for the ideas you had jotted down for Ferran content. You had made it to your desk when an unknown figure sitting in your chair made your heart jump.

“Ferran, coño, you scared me. What are you doing here?” You put down your material in the now-empty chair.

“I had my Adidas shoot canceled for today. I wanted to know if you wanted to catch up on some content we had to shoot.” He shot you a smile, nervously fiddling with the pens at your desk.

“That’s funny because I was going to ask you to do the same. But I need to finish editing tomorrow’s video, if you don’t mind waiting for me.”

“Can I wait here?” He kept playing with the stationary on your desk.

“Will you be quiet?” You raised an eyebrow, plugging your computer into the wall.

“Yes… at least I’ll try.” He shot you a smirk. You giggled, signaling him to sit in the chair next to you.

You spent the next 30 minutes putting the clips together, selecting audios and playing with the visual effects. You always felt a great deal of pressure when tasked with editing the videos for the club’s social media. You wanted to be proud of your work, all while having the fans' approval. You were deeply focused on your work, when Ferran’s voice pulled you out of your bubble.

“Are you done yet? Are you done yet? Are you done yet?” He playfully threw a few balled-up Post It’s at your face.

“Ferran! What did we agree on?” You said through gritted teeth, the frustration of your work getting to you.

“But I’m bored!” He whined. You looked to your left, only to be met with a pouting face and arms crossed across his chest.

“I am almost done, I swear! Have some patience.” You diverted back to your screen, only for your stomach to betray you. An idea flashed through your face. “How about you get us some food?”

“Sure! What do you want?” He got up, straightening his pants.

“I’ll have a turkey sub, extra pesto, hold the tomatoes please. And a mango Jarritos.”

“Anything else?” He ruffled the top of your hair before leaning into the doorway.

“No, thank you!” You re-arranged your hair in a hurry.

After Ferran had left your office, you took a quick glance at yourself on your computer screen. You had trouble hiding your reddened cheeks at Ferran’s touch. You liked it when he subtly crossed the boundaries of professionalism and into friendship. Ferran was the first player you really clicked with when you got started. He made sure you were well welcomed, and treated with respect. 2 years into the job, you had each others’ number and addresses. You would often meet up on days off to spend time with your newly formed group of friends. But these past few months, you have wanted to spend less time with the group and more time with just him.

Ferran came back just as you were saving the video on your hard drive.

“I got you something extra. Little sweet treat for all your efforts.” He handed you a brown bag. Your ears perked up, your arms extending for the bag.

“You got me… red velvet? You remembered.” You sighed in awe.

“Of course I did! It’s your favorite.” He shrugged nonchalantly. He sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up. You ran up to hug him, your sudden move throwing him off the chair and onto the floor.

Ferran’s arms softened your fall, your faces merely a few inches away. You could feel his breath on your lips, and it took all your might to stop yourself from violating the code of professionalism. Ferran’s eyes lingered on your lips, unable to pull away. He had one hand on your back and the other on the back of your thigh, his touch leaving a burning sensation on your skin.

“We-um…We should get up before someone walks in and sees us.” You breathlessly said, pushing yourself off of his chest. You tried to hide the fact that your little interaction had caused a not so small chemical reaction in the Barça player’s shorts.

“Yeah… that.” He said, disappointed.

You both ate your food in an awkward silence, before cleaning up and heading downstairs to film the video. The vibes were off, which prompted you to call off the shoot earlier. It would just have to be a shorter video than usual. Nothing bad. You both said your goodbyes and parted ways for the rest of the evening.

“I’ll see you…” Ferran asked, climbing into the driver’s seat.

“Monday. I’m off for the weekend.” You waved him off as he drove away.

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You had finished loading up the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. You opened the door only to find Ferran standing there, his hair and clothes soaked by the rain.

“Ferran? Oh my God, come in! How long have you been standing outside?” You pulled him by the sleeve of his jacket. “Let me get you a towel. Give me your jacket.” You undressed him from the many layers he was wearing.

He sat on your couch, droplets of water tainting his sweet face, and dripping onto the floor.

“Aye, Ferran, what the fuck happened to you?” You knelt in front of him, towel in hand. You dried his face the best you could, giving extra attention to his face. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the water droplets clinging to his eyelashes. “What were you doing in the neighborhood?”

“I told Flick.” He blurted out.

“You told Flick… what did you tell him?” You hummed softly, your hand resting on his cheek.

“I went back to his office after you left. I told him that I love you. I told him I was in love with you, and I was planning on asking you out, one day or another. I wanted to suppress my feelings, protect you and your heart…But after today’s incident in the office… the way your lips just…Fuck.”

He grabbed you by the neck, pulling you into his lap, before crashing his lips against yours. Your body took no time reacting to his touch, choosing to melt into his embrace. Your hands found the nape of his neck, gently stroking the hair, nibbling behind his ear, subtly leaving a hickey. His hand lifted your ass before gently placing you in his lap, his hands never leaving the curve of your ass. You moaned into his mouth, as his fingers found the hem of your shirt, peeling it off painfully slow.

“May I?” He gestured at your bra. You nodded feverishly, your body itching to tear his clothes off and leave trails of kisses along his chest. Ferran’s eyes grew hungry as he slowly undid your bra. You trailed your arms alongside his body, searching for the hem of his shirt. Ferran’s hands found yours as you peeled away his soaked t-shirt.

You got up from his lap, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, before extending your arm out to him, inviting him to do the same. He rapidly shed his clothes before grabbing your hand and dragging you to the bedroom, where your bed was a witness to your sexual activities.

The next morning, you woke up to Ferran’s soft snores. It was still dark and early in the morning. You snuggled back into bed, Ferran’s hand instinctively wrapped around your waist. He hated to admit it, but he was a snuggle bug. You turned back to face him, his lips slightly ajar, and his hair merely ruffled. You snuggled against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, it was once again because of Ferran. But he wasn’t snoring in your ear anymore. He was leaving hot, feverish kisses at the base of your chest.

“Good morning hermosa.” He came out from under the covers, his cheeks covered in a faint pink hue, his hair still disheveled. “I must say, that body of yours, is a 10/10. Love every freckle, dimple and scar this body has. My love.” He said as he snaked his hand down to squeeze your ass as you giggled from the sudden move.

You both spent the rest of the day in bed, as neither had any obligations. As the day dwindled down, you both sat on your couch, your head in his lap.

“So… when you said you would ask me out one day or another, to Flick, did you mean it?”

“Princesa, I meant every word I said to Flick. I would steal the Milky Way for you if you asked me to.” He bent down to leave a kiss on your lips. “Which is why I want to ask you… would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Yes!” You giggled with excitement, feeling a part of your dream come true. You swung your arms around his neck, dragging him down for a heated make-out session.

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