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Karma - Charles Leclerc
Words: 1,396 Summary: Charles and her had plans. 2025 would start with her fully moving in with him and then at the Monaco Grand Prix, theyâd become public. A certain rapper ruins that in Vegas. Note(s): Lamar!Reader, Reader has the nickname âButterflyâ, slight smau, changed results of Abu Dhabi, also yes the title is referring to the Taylor Swift song, lol. Thank you @burningcupcakefire for encouraging me to write this when I mentioned the idea!!!
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Charles could privately admit that when all the diss tracks started to come out, he more than paid attention to them. He had always appreciated Kendrickâs music but in the past year had gained a new perspective of him as both an artist and a person. All because he had started seeing the artistâs younger sister.
They hadnât gone public yet, were still unsure of when they wanted to. He had reservations about putting more eyes on her and considering how his fans, how motorsport fans were, he could only imagine the baseless claims theyâd made, the attacks theyâd lay at her feet and Y/N, or Butterfly as she had been nicknamed by her brotherâs fans, a nickname that had quickly caught to everyone in her life, had her own reasons.
She didnât care about what fans would say, they were behind a keyboard, she could be perfect, and to Charles she was, and they would still find something to pick at, there was no winning. It was the attention he brought. She was already sometimes followed around by paparazzi just because of her brother, she knew that as soon as the news broke, she really would never be able to get her groceries in peace without some divorced thirty-year-old shouting questions as he took photos of her.
So they both had agreed that after the new year, when she was finally fully living with him in Monaco, and then at the Monaco Grand Prix, they would reveal their relationship, that of course didnât go to plan because of one Instagram story.
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Butterfly is fuming when he gets back to his hotel room, the curtains drawn back and letting the lights of Vegas spill into it, onto her. Sheâs nearly as stunning here as she is on his balcony in Monaco that faces the coast. A gorgeous backdrop that canât even come close to her beauty no matter how much it tries.
Her fury makes arousal simmer in the pit of his stomach and his lips twitch upwards when she leans into the kiss he presses to the corner of her lips.
âYou're nearly as mad as when he mentioned Whitney.â
She scowls at the verbal reminder of that shit. âHeâs lucky Iâm a civil adult.â
âVery civil.â Charles agrees.
âI mean, honestly what the fuck does he think heâs doing. Acting like he got an interest in F1.â
Charles listens as she starts to rant, having clearly waited for him, and he listens as undresses. Gathering his clothes up as her voice increases in volume and he gently tugs her with him into the bathroom, turning on the shower before easily lifting her onto the bathroom counter, her hands pausing their gesturing to run over his arms in thanks before she continues.
She rants through his brief shower, nearly slipping when she begins to read out texts between her and her brother.
âHe is pissed?â His voice is nearly high, head poking out of the shower to look at her with wide eyes.
Butterfly looks at him in confusion, head cocked to the side. âBaby, of course. Your family. We donât stand for shit like this against family.â
Charles canât even point out that said shit is just an insta story of Drake saying heâs betting on him to win the grand prix, because he knows it feels deeper than that, especially with Drakeâs history of betting. His mind is far too focused on the word family.
âIâm family?â
She lets out a laugh, tongue running over her teeth. âBaby, you got with me right before one of the worst times for our family and stuck through it. You never had to prove yourself, but that did it. You're stuck with all of us now.â
He feels warm all over at the words and he ducks his back into the shower, quickly rinsing off before climbing out, barely remembering to put a towel around his waist before capturing her lips in a kiss.
Her hands eagerly run over his back, legs opening to pull him closer and he tries to keep his upper body away from her, not wanting to get her shirt wet, but she pulls him closer and he canât resist her, has never been able to.
âYouâve made me all wet.â She teases when they break apart.
He tries to apologize, but then sheâs taking his hand and pressing it between them, against her leggings, and the feeling of wetness pulls a moan from the back of his throat.
âYou are very lucky that I donât listen to Andrea.â
âVery lucky.â She agrees.
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âK said you had an idea.â
Charles lets out a hum, fingers trailing over her ribs.
âHe wouldnât tell me what.â
His fingers pause. âI was thinking instead of staying in Vegas tomorrow we go and see him.â
âWe leave for Qatar on Monday.â
âWe can make it back to Vegas in time for our flight. Itâs barely a two-hour flight from there to here.â
This time she hums.
âCan we go public?â
He nearly chokes. âWhat?â
âPublic, I want to go public. We had kind of talked about doing it before Monaco next season, but things have changed a bit.â
âBecause Iâm family.â
She laughs, âYeah, baby, because your family.â
âWhat if we do a uh soft launch?â
âA soft launch?â
âYeah, Iâll take a picture with your brother for my insta stories, start following you, you follow me back.â Excitement starts to build as he speaks.
âI post a little something about being in Qatar.â
âWe do a little date night in Abu Dhabi.â
She hums, âYou kiss me after you win Abu Dhabi.â
âYou think Iâm going to win?â
âFuck yeah, baby. First Ferrari driver to win there and youâll overtake Norris in the standings and maybe Ferrari will finish P2 in the constructors.â
âI like this plan.â
She smiles. âI like it too.â
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âYes Charles!â
âYes!â He screams over the radio. âWhere did Carlos finish? Where did Norris, Oscar?â He wants to celebrate the win, but the constructors and drivers are far more important.
âCarlos P6, Norris P3, Oscar P10. You are second in the drivers. And we are second in constructors, 2 points between you and Norris, four points between us and McLaren.â
âFuck.â The excitement in him is simmered with resentment. Four points was all it came down to and of course it wasnât in their favor.
âCharles, Charles,â Fredâs voice is thick over the radio. âYou did fantastic, another win for you and an amazing drive!â
He smiles, taking his hands off to wave at fans as he slowly moves around the track. Italian easily spilling from his lips as he thanks Fred, Bryan, the mechanics, engineers and the whole team.
Itâs satisfying to pull his car to the number one spot as Lando takes off his helmet, jaw twitching. Charles wants to shake him because how can he be this focused on second in the drivers when him and his team won the constructors. He stares at him for a second before getting out of the car and throwing himself into his teams arms.
They easily catch him, hands patting all over, his name spilling off lips over and over again. They grip him tighter before letting him go to take off his helmet and balaclava.
The air is refreshing against his face and normally he's taking a drink of water, starting to put back on jewelry, but today heâs searching through the crowd of red, heart thumping when he finally notices her.
Sheâs to the side, beaming at him as Bryan stands on her left while his mom and brothers stand to her right. And he goes to her.
His hands easily going to her face, holding it gently before kissing her.
Sheâs mumbling something against his lips and he wants to know what, but he canât stop kissing her. Not when sheâs clutching at his arms, pressing closer to him. But a nudge to the ribs makes him pull away, breathless, and his tongue runs over his swollen lips.
âSo proud of you, baby! So fucking proud!â She yells at him as heâs pulled away for a post race interview and he canât help but blow her a kiss, happy to have won in front of her for the first time and in front of his family again.
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Advent calendar: Day 17. Carrots
A/N: Kinda related, kinda not, but you should watch âHot Frostyâ on Netflix if you havenât, totally recommend it (itâs very ridiculous in the best way possible). Sorry for all the awful dialogue you are about
Snowman x fem!reader || questionable use of vegetables, temperature play (kinda), mentioned overstimulation
When your witch friend asked you to build a snowman with her, you thought nothing of it. It would be fun, the snow was fresh and everyone seemed cheerful around you as you built his round body. Your friend, though⌠She made hers to look a bit more realistic, less round and more angular, in a way that was giving uncanny valley vibes. But you thought nothing of it, why would you?
When she asked if you liked him, you started to suspect there was something special about him, but again, you thought nothing of it. And when she used the carrot to make a dick instead of a nose, you almost peed yourself laughing. It was just so stupid looking, all white and round but with a big carrot dick⌠You should have known better.
And then he showed up, alive and walking, knocking on your door and staring up and down at you like he was about to fuck you right there. His carrot dick was erected and pointing straight at you. You gaped at him as he smiled, stroking his dick slowly. You gaped some more, your eyes accidentally traveling down. That was an amazing carrotâŚ
No. Behave, you cannot fuck a snowman, you tried to remind myself.
âWait here,â you told the snowman, who only nodded. You grabbed your phone and dialed your friend. âWhy thereâs a living snowman at my door, dude?!â You screamed at her as soon as she picked up. The poor dude was looking at you as if you were his dream come true.
âCalm down, you seemed very lonely and I had a bit of extra magic lately⌠So I gave you my Christmas gift early. Do you like him? Have you tried him yet?â
âHave I tri- What the fuck?!â You must be dreaming, there was no way that was happening to you. You pinched yourself and blinked, but the snowman was still in front of you and your friend was still talking.
âHeâs ready for you, darling. He wants to treat you like the queen you deserve to be,â she explained, almost bored. You wanted to pull her hair until she was bald.
âYou did not send me a sex snowman,â you repeated, trying to make sense of what you were seeing and hearing.
âI did. Now I have to go, have fun!â She said before hanging up on you.
âWe are not fucking,â you told him, your frown so deep you could see your eyebrows.
âIâm going to feed my carrot to your hungry bunny,â he deadpanned, in a tone that you supposed was intended to sound sexy. It didnât. You struggled not to laugh, but his face was so serious you couldnât do that to him, he looked so hopeful.
You stared at him, his hand lazily stroking his carrot once again. You felt your face blushing. You really needed to get laid, your pussy was getting wet about a snowman and a carrot⌠But you had more pressing matters than your wet pussy.
âOne: you canât say things like that. And two: we arenât going to fuck.â His face fell and he stopped moving his hand, making you almost sad. Dang.
âWhy not? I can smell your juices.â He could what? âYou are hot for me and Iâm cold for you, we should do something about it.â How desperate were you that he sounded right? You did want to fuck a snowman⌠Fuck, there was something so, so wrong inside of you because you were considering taking him on the offer.
âI- We- You are a snowman,â you let out, not really having a point.
âAnd you are a human, but my carrot is very hard for you.â You chuckled, the absurdity of it all getting to you. But most of all, your strength to hold back disappeared with that affirmation. He was made for you, and you were very horny, and his carrot looked especially delicious right nowâŚ
âOkay,â you agreed, your pussy almost clapping with enthusiasm. It had been a long time since you were properly fucked and you were feeling the need for sure.
âOkay? Are you⌠are you sure?â He suddenly seemed very confused about your decision, as if all his bravado died the second you agreed to fuck him. You wanted to coo at him, but you decided there was a better choice.
You walked to him and kissed his half open mouth. He was cold, but at the same time his lips felt like velvet against yours as you devoured his mouth. He gave as much as received, deepening the kiss and circling your body with his arms. You were pressed firmly against his front and your nipples instantly hardened, he was so cold in such a pleasurable way⌠You didnât even know you had something for temperature play but good snowman if your pussy wasnât quivering thinking about his hard carrot pocking your stomach.
You parted, looking at him intently, but when you didnât find any doubt in his eyes, your choice was already made. âFuck me, my snowman,â you almost pleaded, your voice trembling as your pussy pulsated at the same rhythm as your heart.
âYour wish is my command.â He laid you on the floor, right in the middle of your living room. âAre you ready for my carrot?â He asked, as you tried not to giggle. You nodded, fearing if you opened your mouth you would laugh and he wouldnât give you his dick. And you needed it. You needed it so, so bad.
He entered you in one long thrust and you cried out in ecstasy. The contrast between your warm body and his cold skin was exhilarating and arousing, sending you to the stratosphere of pleasure. You didnât know what was about to happen, but the size and shape of his carrot ended up being fantastic. The almost pointy tip played with your cervix as the wide base made your pussy clench around it, rubbing against your G-spot in the most amazing way. It was the perfect sex toy, even better, he was like a breathing sex-toy and that made your brain turn a bit fuzzy at the edges, arousal so big it was maddening.
He started a punishing pace, his dick going in and out of you so fast and hard your whole body was moving across the floor. You had to hold onto the carpet (carpet burn be damned) to be still as he pounded into your welcoming heat. He kept moaning how warm and wet you were, how good your heat felt against his cold⌠And you could only chant âyes, yes, yesâ as he kept going.
And when you came like a tidal wave, your whole body convulsing as he kept fucking you. He didnât stop, he fucked you through it as he used his cold fingers to rub your clit, making you ascend in your pleasure even higher. You screamed his name, pulling at his ice hair and trying to hold for dear life as you kept coming and comingâŚ
And he kept going.
He fucked you many more times that night, his stamina endless as he kept using his clever carrot to pound into your G-spot as his cold fingers pinched your clit until you couldnât hold back orgasm after orgasm. It was the most intense pleasure youâd ever felt, and by the time you asked for a rest, he was smirking down at you, the smugness in his face making your overused pussy twitch in anticipation.
And then you remembered⌠You had to thank your friend. Damn it.
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CROSSING THE LINE â PART SIX âĄ
paige x azzi
warning: explicit language, sexual content
word count: 11.3k
A/N: Alright so this is long as hell đ. Like I was saying earlier the spicy scene is a little detailed so be prepared for that. If you recognize the outfits I mentioned for their date you know they both looked good as hell in them lol. The comments and live reactions everyone leaves after they read makes my day so please keep it up!
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 December 2023Â
Paige and Azzi had spent the last few weeks navigating the complexities of their new dynamic. It wasnât exactly a smooth transition, but it wasnât a complete disaster either. Their conversations, jokes, and banter came back effortlessly, as though no time had passed. But, now there was an added layer of tension in each interaction that they both struggled to ignore.Â
They had crossed the line, and the memory of it lingered on both of their minds constantly. Laying in one anotherâs beds all the time or sharing a quick or playful touch carried a tension that hadnât been there before Halloween. So they were both trying to find their footing in this uncharted territory.Â
Despite the fact that they both clearly wanted to go there again, they agreed they needed to take time to fully trust one another and build their foundation before jumping into something. Paige had to learn to trust that Azzi wasnât going to just up and leave, she had to learn how to allow herself to be with someone. Azzi had to trust that Paige was genuinely in it for the long haul, not the old Paige who would get bored and discard her like a fleeting hookup. The agreement seemed reasonable, even necessary. But despite their best intentions, they found themselves slipping up all the time.Â
One of the first times happened after practice. They were lounging casually in Paigeâs room, a routine born out of habit and comfort because Paige swore her bed was more comfortable. Azziâs leg was thrown over Paigeâs as Paige sat up, massaging out the lingering soreness from the last road game. Azziâs old injury from her time at UMD still had a way of acting up sometimes, and Paige, being a good âteammate,â insisted on helping every time.
âI still donât get how this keeps happening,â Paige said, pressing her thumbs into the muscle just above Azziâs knee. Her brow slightly furrowed in concentration as she continued to apply firm pressure. âYouâve been so good with your recovery lately.â
Azzi shrugged lightly, her head resting back against the headboard. âGuess my body didnât get the memo about the long plane ride.â
Paige huffed a small laugh. âWell, lucky for you, Iâm basically a pro at this now.â Her hands worked skillfully over Azziâs leg, her fingers kneading the muscle with a mix of care and precision.
Azzi let out a quiet hum of appreciation. âMm. You are really good at this.â
Paige smirked, her eyes flicking up to meet Azziâs briefly. âIâm just good with my hands,â she replied smoothly, her tone teasing but carrying a hint of pride.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. âYeah trust me I remember.â
The words lingered between them, heavy just as Azzi intended. Paige kept her focus on Azziâs leg, but the silence spoke volumes, the air between them a little thick with tension.
Azzi broke it first, her voice soft but pointed. âYou tense up every time I hint at us having sex, you know.â
Paige blinked, her hands faltering for a moment before continuing. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â She said, feigning confusion.
Azziâs gaze stayed steady. âYou know what Iâm talking about.â Her tone was light, but there was a seriousness beneath it.
Paige swallowed hard, her hands resuming their work as she focused intently on Azziâs knee which was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. âYouâre imagining things,â she muttered. âMaybe one of those dreams of yours was too detailed Az.â
Azzi chuckled softly, tilting her head to the side as she studied Paige. âAm I?â she asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. âBecause I seem to remember you were very, very thorough.â
Paige, usually brimming with confidence that bordered on cocky, faltered slightly, her usual composure slipping. âYouâre insane,â she muttered, shaking her head, though a faint flush crept up her neck.
Azziâs lips curved into a smirk as she leaned back against the headboard, completely at ease. âRight. My mistake,â she said smoothly, her eyes locking with Paigeâs deliberately. Her voice dropped slightly, taking on a warmth that sent a shiver down Paigeâs spine. âBut seriously though, donât stop. It feels so good.â
Clearing her throat, Paige tried to play it off. âYouâre crazy,â she muttered, focusing her attention back on Azziâs knee.
âYou started it,â Azzi countered, her voice light but tinged with something Paige couldnât place.
Paige let out a small laugh, shaking her head. âFair enough.â She adjusted her grip, her thumbs pressing into a particularly tight spot.
The sound that escaped Azzi was too close to something Paige had heard in an entirely different context. The sound sent a jolt through her, and she froze for a moment, her hands stilling against Azziâs leg.
Paige glanced up, her pupils now slightly dilated as her eyes locked onto Azziâs. The look Azzi gave her was steady, unflinching, but there was something in it that made Paigeâs pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, and quickly looked away.
âI, uh⌠I need water,â Paige mumbled, already shifting Azziâs leg to stand.
Before she could move, Azziâs hand reached out, wrapping gently around her wrist. âWait,â Azzi said softly, her tone was calm but insistent.
Paige hesitated, her gaze flicking to where Azziâs fingers held her. She could feel the warmth of Azziâs touch, the quiet undeniable firmness in the gesture. Slowly, Paige looked back at her, her expression slightly guarded.
âAzziâŚâ Paige said, her voice low, her tone almost a warning.
Azzi didnât let go. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied Paigeâs face. âWhy do you keep doing that?â
âDoing what?â Paige asked, the slight waver in her voice betraying her.
âRun,â Azzi said simply, her voice steady but laced with meaning. âEvery time things get⌠interestingâŚyou find an excuse to leave.â
Paige blinked, momentarily caught off guard. âIâm not running,â she protested weakly, though even she didnât believe the words.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âThen stay.â
The challenge in Azziâs voice was clear, and it made Paigeâs stomach flip. She opened her mouth to respond but found she didnât have the words.
Azziâs grip on her wrist tightened slightly, enough to pull Paige forward, closer to her on the bed. Paige could see the resolve in her eyes, the quiet determination that didnât really leave room for disagreement. Then, without warning, Azzi tugged her closer, closing the distance between them. The moment their lips touched everything seemed to pause. A stillness that made Paigeâs heart skip before it began racing.Â
So Paige froze at first, her mind running a dozen directions and a dozen scenarios, but then Azziâs arms wrapped around her neck, tugging her deeper into the kiss as her hands wrapped softly around the nape of her neck. It wasnât rushed, but it was intense, as if Azzi was pulling her into something that didnât allow for hesitation. Paige felt the tension in her chest begin to loosen, the heat spreading as instinct took over and her free hand found its way to Azziâs cheek as she deepened the kiss.
For a moment, everything else fell awayâthe doubts, the fears, all the questions. All that mattered was the way Azziâs lips felt against hers, the way their bodies seemed to gravitate towards one another so naturally.
But as their bodies pressed closer and the kiss deepend, something in Paige stirred, so she broke the kiss softly pulling back just enough to catch her breath much to Azziâs protest.Â
Paigeâs voice was barely a whisper as she murmured, âThis wasnât supposed to happen.â
Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes searching Paige's face. âWhy not?â
Paige shook her head, feeling the way her mind was racing. âWeâre not ready yet Az.â
Azzi furrowed her brow. âWhy canât we just let things happen naturally? Weâre in a good place, arenât we? Iâm fine, P I promise.â
Without a word, Paige reached over and unlocked her phone and passed it to Azzi. She watched her closely, her expression softening.
Azzi took the phone, her eyes reflecting her confusion. âWhat am I supposed to do with this?â
âGo through it,â Paige urged, her voice soft yet insistent.
Azzi hesitated, a knot of doubt forming in her stomach; she wasnât sure she wanted to see what was behind that request although part of her knew it was absolutely nothing. âI donât know, PaigeâŚâ
Paigeâs tone softened, almost pleading. âI swear, thereâs nothing in there. It's just... I need you to trust me and see for yourself.âÂ
Azzi sighed, fighting the anxiety that bubbled inside her. Paige was constantly reassuring her, but part of her still feared what she might find. So with a resigned sigh, Azzi locked the phone again and tossed it gently back to Paige.
âI donât need to see it, Paige,â Azzi muttered, her voice strained.
Paige's now softly pointing out, âYou canât even go through my phone without being scared, Az. Weâre not ready, and I want us to be ready before we go there again.â
Azziâs eyes dropped to her hands, fingers nervously playing with each other. A wave of sadness washed over her, guilt twisting in her chest. She felt tornâwanting to trust Paige, but something in her held back, unsure, afraid of what she might find. A mix of emotions swirled through her brain making it hard to breathe for a moment.
Paige, sensing the internal struggle, moved closer. She gently grabbed Azzi's jaw, lifting her head until their eyes met. Her voice was soft but firm, the sincerity clear in every word. âItâs okay. Weâll get there. We just need a little more time.â
Azzi nodded silently, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. Paige smiled, her touch gentle as she settled back into her previous position, resuming the soothing massage on Azziâs knee as the energy in the room slowly shifted back to normal.
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Then there was today, a few weeks later Paige was leaning casually against the wall waiting for Azzi to get out of class, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she chatted with a girl Azzi didnât recognize. Azzi was walking toward her, her pace slowing slightly as she took in the sight. Paigeâs easy smile, the way she gestured animatedly, and the way the girl was giving Paige her undivided attentionâall of it caused something to simmer in Azziâs chest.
But Azzi didnât let it show. She schooled her expression into neutrality as she approached, stopping just short of Paige. Paige caught sight of her and broke into a huge smile, her face lighting up effortlessly.
âHey Azziâ Paige said, her voice casual as she turned to the girl. âThank you, I appreciate the support!â
The girl nodded, her gaze lingering on Paige for just a second too long before walking away. Azziâs eyes followed her briefly, her jaw tightening.
As they made their way to Paigeâs car, she threw her arm around Azziâs shoulders the way she always did now when they were walking but the walk was silent. To Paige, it was a comfortable kind of silence, one she didnât think twice about. For Azzi, it was anything but.
By the time they arrived at their empty suite, Azziâs frustration had bubbled to the surface at Paige not saying anything. She shut the door behind her with a little more force than necessary and turned to Paige.
âWho was that?â Azzi asked, her tone clipped.
Paige blinked, confused as these were the first words Azzi was saying to her. âWho was who?â
Azzi crossed her arms. âThe girl you were talking to.â
Paige shrugged, her expression indifferent. âI donât know. Some random fan asking about our next game.â
Azzi scoffed, her expression tightening. âA fan, huh? Right. Because youâre always just casually talking to fans.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Paige asked, her confusion evident
Azziâs voice was sharp, but quieter now, as if she wasnât sure she wanted to say it out loud. âIt means Iâve seen how you are with people, Paige. I know how easy it is for you to flirt without even realizing it.â
Paige groaned, throwing her hands up. âAzzi, come on. She was literally asking about the next game. I wasnât flirting with her.â
Azzi muttered something under her breath, something Paige couldnât quite catch.
âWhat?â Paige asked again, her voice growing slightly.
Azzi let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. âMaybe you werenât trying to. But she didnât look like she was asking about the game, Paige.â
Paige huffed, her frustration mounting. âI donât get it. I didnât do anything wrong, and youâre acting like I cheated or something!â
Azziâs jaw clenched, and her voice dropped even further. âIâm not saying that. But itâs hard not to wonder sometimes⌠to wonder if maybe youâre getting bored.â
Paige froze, her eyebrows knitting together. âBored? Azzi, what are you talking about?â
Azziâs gaze fell, and her voice softened, no longer sharp but tinged with vulnerability. âWe just havenât defined anything. And we havenât⌠you know⌠since that first time. I justâsometimes I donât know where we stand, Paige and I donât know if us trying to figure this out is enough for you. If us waiting is boring to you.â
Paige blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift. Her frustration tangled with guilt, but she couldnât find the words to make Azzi feel better. âAzziâŚâ
Azzi stepped back slightly.. âYouâre so used to being wanted by everyone and getting what you want whenever you want it. Itâs not like I donât know that. I just..waiting is a little frustrating andââ She cut herself off, exhaling sharply. âForget it.â
âForget it?â Paige repeated, her voice rising slightly. âNo, Azzi, donât do that. Donât act like this is just on me. Iâm here, arenât I? Iâm literally here with you.â
Azzi shook her head, her tone weary now. âI donât want to argue with you, Paige. Not about this right now, I was just being jealous itâs stupid.â
She turned and started toward her room, but Paige followed her. âNo, wait. Donât walk away.â
Azzi stopped just inside her room, bending over to grab something from her desk. Without looking back, she said lightly, âSeriously, Paige, I donât want to do this right now. We can talk later.â
Paigeâs frustration was boiling over. She hated the weight in Azziâs voice, hated how the words stuck in her own throat. She didnât know how to explain herself, how to make Azzi see that there was nothing elseâno one elseâthat mattered to her. That waiting for Azzi didnât bother her.Â
Before she could think twice about it, Paige crossed the room in two quick strides. Without hesitation she grabbed Aziâs arm, softly spinning her around. Before either of them could speak, Paigeâs lips crashed against Azziâs. The kiss was full of frustration, need, and every unspoken word between them.Â
For a moment, Azzi froze, caught off guard, but then her body melted into Paigeâs. Her hands clenching the fabric of Paigeâs shirt pulling her closer as she kissed her back with just as much intensity. The argument dissolved between them, replaced by something much more raw.
Paige pulled Azzi backwards, guiding her with each step. Their lips never parted, each kiss growing deeper and more desperate as each of them let out their frustration at their situation. Paige barely registered the edge of the bed hitting the back of her knees before she fell onto it, Azzi following instantly. Azzi straddled her, her hands gripping Paigeâs shirt tightly as their mouths locked in a rhythm that burned away their anger and replaced it with pure desire.Â
Paige groaned into Azziâs mouth as Azzi rolled her hips into Paigeâs pressing their bodies closer, the kiss growing heavier with every second. Paigeâs hands instinctively wrapped firmly around Azzâs waist, trying to steady herself but pull Azzi closer at the same time. The touch seemed to encourage Azzi who broke from Paigeâs lips and began trailing urgent kisses down her neck.Â
Paigeâs breath hitched, her head tilting back as a shiver ran through her. âFuck Azziââ she whispered, her voice caught between a desperate plea and a low moan.Â
At the sound of this Azzi froze. Her lips hovered over Paigeâs skin, the weight of the moment crashing down on her. Slowly Azzi pulled back, her breathing uneven as she propped herself up slightly with a hand on Paigeâs chest, her dark eyes clouded with something indecipherable.Â
Paige lay beneath her, her blue eyes dark with pure desire but also something softerâa quiet vulnerability that tugged at Azziâs chest, that made Azzi want to just say forget it. But Azzi sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose between her fingers before climbing off of Paige entirely.
The abruptness of the movement made Paige sit up on her elbows, her brow furrowing in confusion. âAzzi,â she started, her voice hesitant, âIâm sorry. I didnât meanââ
Azzi shook her head, cutting her off gently. âYou donât need to apologize.â
Paige watched her closely, but her heart clenched when she saw Azzi grab her gym bag. A sudden panic flared within her. Paige scrambled to her feet, her voice pitching higher. âWhere are you going?â
Azzi slung the bag over her shoulder, glancing at Paige with a calmness that didnât match the rising tension in Paigeâs chest. âIâm going to the gym.â
Paigeâs stomach twisted. Azziâs response was completely rational, but it didnât stop the surge of panic that overtook her. She stepped forward, her voice shaky. âAzzi, wait. Please donât go.â
Azziâs expression softened already knowing what was going through Paigeâs head. âPaigeââ
âIâm sorry,â Paige interrupted, her words tumbling out. âI didnât mean to pushâI donât know why I did that. Just, donât go. Please.â
Azzi exhaled, the weight of Paigeâs fear pressing down on her. âYou donât need to apologize,â she said softly, stepping closer, her voice dripping with warmth. âItâs not what you think. Iâm not leaving. I just need to clear my head, okay?
But Paigeâs unease was written all over her face. Her blue eyes glistened with unshed tears, her lips parted as if to plead further. Her voice dropped to a whisper. âBut youâre walking out. Youâre justâŚleaving. And what ifââ
Azzi sighed again, cutting her off gently but firmly, before dropping her bag and stepping forward grabbing Paigeâs hand. She led her to sit down on the edge of the bed. Azzi knelt in front of her, placing her hands gently on Paigeâs knees.
âPaige,â she started, her voice firm but tender. Paige tried to interrupt, shaking her head, but Azzi caught her face in her hands, making her look directly at her.
âListen to me,â Azzi said, her voice steady. âIâm not leaving. Baby, I promise you, Iâm not leaving you.â
Paigeâs breath hitched, the emotions swirling in her chest almost too much to bear. âBut youâre going to the gym,â she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. âAnd IâI donât know, it feels likeâŚlike youâre leaving because I messed up, and Iââ
âHey. Iâm just going to the gym,â Azzi cut in gently, her thumbs brushing over Paigeâs cheeks. âYou didnât mess up. This isnât about that. We were arguing about something that doesnât even matter, and I just need a little time to clear my head. Thatâs all. I donât want to fight with you, and I donât want this to spiral. We both just need a little time to settle and calm down.â
Paige blinked, her mind beginning to grasp Azziâs words. Slowly, she nodded, the realization dawning on her as her breathing steadied. âYou promise?â
Azzi smiled softly, letting her hands linger on Paigeâs cheeks for a moment whispering âI promise P,â before she pulled back. She slowly stood and grabbed her phone and gym bag again, heading toward the door. But as she reached the threshold, she glanced back at Paige, noticing the way her mind still seemed to race, her unease still faintly visible.
Azzi hesitated for a moment before walking back to her. She bent down in front of Paige again, her brown eyes warm as they met Paigeâs. âPaige I promise you Iâll be back. I was being irrational and I just need a little time to think baby.â
Paige nodded again, her lips quirking into the faintest smile at the word âbaby.â
Then, Azzi leaned in and kissed Paigeâsoftly, gently, with a tenderness that melted away the last of Paigeâs fears.
When Azzi pulled back, Paige managed a small smile, her chest feeling a little lighter. âOkay,â she whispered.
Azzi gave her one last reassuring look before standing and heading out, the door clicking softly behind her. This time, when Azzi walked out, Paige didnât panic. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing her lips as she continued to smile faintly. Her heart settled as her mind finally began to quiet.Â
Later that night, Azzi returned to the suite with a steaming bag of Noodles & Company and a shirley temple. The soft glow from the TV lit up Paigeâs face as she sat with her legs spread on the couch, her headset slightly askew as she focused on her game of Fortnite yelling about who knows what. When Paige looked up and saw Azzi standing there, her smile was radiantâso pure and full of warmth that Azzi swore sheâd never forget it as it made her heart skip a beat.Â
âIâm back,â Azzi said softly, holding up the food.
Ice, sprawled on the armchair groaned dramatically, flicking a chip at Azzi. âI see how it isâbring noodles for Paige but nothing for me. Your favorite childâ
Azzi laughed, her eyes never leaving Paige. âYou can have what I got for myself,â she teased, handing Ice the bottle of water with a smirk.
Ice rolled her eyes. âYouâre such a simp.â
Paige chuckled at that, but Azzi didnât care. With a soft smile, she walked over and plucked Paigeâs headset off her head.
âHey!â Paige protested, reaching for it, but Azzi was already tugging her to her feet.
âTime to take a break,â Azzi said, her voice playful but firm.
âOne more game,â Paige whined, her lips jutting into a pout.
Azzi shook her head, laughing. âNope. My room. Now.â
Paige huffed but followed Azzi willingly, shooting a teasing glance at Ice, who muttered something about third-wheeling and how they never feed their child as they disappeared into Azziâs room.
Once inside, Azzi set the food on her desk, but Paige crossed her arms, staring her down. âYouâre eating some of this,â she insisted.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. âI brought it for you, you know.â
âAnd Iâm sharing it with you,â Paige said, already opening the box and poking around with a fork. âSit.â
Azzi chuckled, stepping back and sitting on the bed, leaning back against the pillows with a grin. Paige sat on the bed beside her, the container of noodles in her hand. She held out a forkful of noodles, her gaze locked on Azziâs as she leaned in a little closer.
âReally?â Azzi asked, amusement flickering in her eyes.
âReally,â Paige replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Azzi sighed but leaned forward, letting Paige feed her. They laughed as Paige made a show of wiping a stray noodle from Azziâs chin, her touch lingering just a second too long.
Azzi raised an eyebrow. âYouâre not being subtle, you know.â
Paige grinned, giving her a playful shrug. âIâm just making sure you donât go hungry.â
Azzi laughed softly, her hand brushing over Paigeâs, lingering just for a second. âIf you keep looking at me like that, I might start getting other ideas about where this night is going.â
Paige's smile widened, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. âOh, trust me, thereâs plenty more where that came from. â
This statement makes Azzi raise her eyebrow at the blonde sitting in front of her.
Paige just laughs, shaking her head as she takes a bite of her food. âGet your head out of the gutter, weâre watching Kyrie highlights.âÂ
This immediately makes Azzi groan.Â
They continued eating as the quiet settled around them, neither of them noticing how natural it all feltâhow their earlier tension had dissolved into something lighter, softer.
As Paige scooped up another bite of noodles and tried to offer it to her, Azzi caught her wrist gently, stopping her. Paige looked at her, confused.
âYouâre amazing, you know that?â Azzi said softly, her brown eyes filled with admiration.
Paigeâs cheeks flushed, her lips twitching into a shy smile. âI think youâre pretty amazing too.â
Azzi leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Paigeâs cheek. âI donât deserve you.â
Paige shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. âYou deserve the world, Azzi.â
They continued eating, sharing the container of noodles as a comfortable quiet settled between them. Every now and then, Paige would sneak a bite in Azziâs direction, insisting she eat more despite Azziâs protests. Paige was adamant, though, grinning as she held out another forkful until Azzi rolled her eyes and relented, letting out a playful sigh of defeat.
When Paige reached for her shirley temple, Azzi playfully made a grab for it, earning a sharp glare and a dramatic clutch of the cup from Paige. âDonât even think about it this is where I draw the line,â Paige warned, her tone light but firm, causing Azzi to laugh, her head shaking at Paigeâs possessiveness over the drink.
The quiet moments stretched between them, filled with warmth and contentment. As Paige leaned back against the headboard, her mind felt unusually calm. The endless worries, the fears that usually gnawed at her, were nowhere to be found. Azziâs presence anchored herâa steady, quiet reassurance she hadnât realized sheâd needed until now.
Azzi, meanwhile, watched Paige smile and laugh, her heart swelling with an emotion she hadnât fully allowed herself to feel until now. She could see it in the way Paige looked at her, in the easy way Paige seemed to settle into their shared space. Paige being at home waiting for her. This wasnât fleeting; it wasnât temporary. Paige wasnât going anywhere.
As Paige set the empty container aside, she leaned back against the headboard, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Out of nowhere, she broke the silence. âLet me take you on a date,â she said, her voice casual, as if she were suggesting they go for a walk.
Azzi blinked, slightly caught off guard. âA date?â she repeated, her tone curious, as if needing to clarify what sheâd just heard.
âYeah,â Paige said simply, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. âWhy not?â
Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. âPaige, youâve never been on a date in your life,â she teased, the corners of her lips lifting into a smirk.
Paige grinned, unfazed. âThen you can be my first. Itâll just be dinner. Thatâs what people do on first dates, right?â
Azzi couldnât help the laugh that escaped her, a warm sound that filled the room. âSure, P,â she said softly, her gaze lingering on Paigeâs earnest expression. âYou can take me on a date.â
âPerfect,â Paige said, her grin widening. âTomorrow night.â
âTomorrow?â Azzi repeated, her eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. âWhat if Iâm busy?â
Paige tilted her head, giving Azzi a pointed look. âWe have the same schedule. Youâre free.â
Azzi playfully scoffed, crossing her arms. âFine, tomorrow,â she said, her lips curling into an amused smile. âBut donât think this means Iâm easy to impress.â
Paige leaned closer, her confidence never wavering. âOh, I donât need to impress you,â she teased, her voice dropping just enough to send a slight shiver through Azzi. âYouâre already impressed by everything I do.â
Azzi rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. âYouâre ridiculous,â she muttered, unable to hide her smile.
âRidiculous enough for you to go on a date with me,â Paige shot back, settling back into the pillows with a triumphant grin.
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The next night rolled around, and Paige found herself standing outside the door of her own suite, a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Sheâd insisted that if this was going to be a real date, she had to pick Azzi up properly. So to make it authentic, sheâd gotten ready in Nikaâs room, leaving Azzi to prepare in the suite they shared.
Now, as she stood there, her nerves betrayed her usual confidence. Paige wiped her hands on her pants and took a steadying breath, the flowers trembling slightly in her grip. When the door finally opened, any composure sheâd mustered vanished.
Azzi stood before her in a matching hot pink set: shorts and a blazer-like jacket that hung open to reveal an extremely cropped black shirt underneath, leaving little to the imagination. The outfit framed her toned stomach perfectly, her belly piercing catching the light, while the silver heart necklace Paige had given her rested against her skin.
Paigeâs breath hitched, her words disappearing entirely as she stared. Azzi, blushing ever so slightly under the weight of Paigeâs gaze, let out a soft laugh. âDo you like it?â she teased, her voice laced with a hint of shyness despite her confident appearance.
Paige finally snapped her mouth shut, her lips curving into a goofy smile. âWoah⌠yeahâŚyou look amazing, Azzi,â she managed, her voice quieter than usual.
Then she remembered the flowers still in her hand and thrust them forward a little awkwardly. âThese are for you.â
Azziâs smile softened, her brown eyes sparkling as she took the bouquet. âThank you,â she said warmly, clearly charmed by how flustered Paige wasâa rarity for the usually self-absorbed blonde.
Azzi turned and walked back into the suite to find a vase for the flowers. Paige stayed rooted in place, still lingering by the doorway. Her gaze followed Azzi as the other girl moved effortlessly, her perfume lingering in the air where she had stood. Paige exhaled slowly, her heart pounding as she realized how completely Azzi had captivated her.
As Azzi walked back toward the door, her eyes flickered over Paige, taking in every detail. Paige had her hair down, slightly wavyâjust the way Azzi liked itâand was wearing a knitted cardigan adorned with delicate flowers and a white shirt underneath it. Her patchwork blue jeans, with their various shades of denim, added a casual yet stylish touch that somehow made her look a little too good in Azziâs eyes.Â
Azziâs gaze lingered as she raked her eyes over Paigeâs figure, a subtle appreciation shining in her expression. Paige, noticing this, seemed to regain her usual confidence. The nervous energy from earlier faded, replaced by a smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips.
âWhat?â Paige teased, her voice low and playful as she tilted her head. âYou already eye fucking me, and we havenât even left yet?â
Azzi blinked, caught off guard by Paigeâs sudden shift in demeanor, but her cheeks warmed as she laughed softly. âYouâre lucky youâre cute,â she shot back, brushing past Paige and bumping her shoulder lightly.
Paige chuckled, stepping aside to let Azzi pass, but her smirk only deepened. âCome on,â she said, holding out her hand for Azzi to take. âLetâs get this date started before you decide you canât wait.â
Azzi rolled her eyes but couldnât hide the smile that crept across her face as she slipped her hand into Paigeâs. âBold of you to assume I havenât already decided.â
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When they arrived at the restaurant, Paige made a point to pull Azziâs seat out for her, earning a soft, amused smile. After ensuring Azzi was comfortably seated, Paige settled into her own chair, her fingers lightly drumming on the table.
Azzi noticed the subtle nervous energy radiating from Paige and leaned forward, her smile warm and reassuring. âYou know you donât need to be nervous, right? Itâs just us. Weâve had dinner together hundreds of times.â
Paige, not one to admit she was rattled, plastered on a confident grin. âPsh, nervous? Me? Iâve got this in the bag,â she replied, waving her hand dismissively, though her knee bouncing under the table told a different story.
Azzi tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. âYouâre such a liar. Youâre literally fidgeting right now.â
Paige stilled her hands and raised a brow. âOkay, first of all, Iâm not fidgeting. Iâm just... uh, practicing my reflexes. Athletes do that, you know. Second, this is going to be the best date youâve ever been on, so sit back and enjoy, Ms. Fudd.â
Azzi chuckled, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. âAlright then, letâs see what youâve got.â
Paige smirked, relaxing slightly as they fell into their usual rhythm. The conversation shifted to light teasing like alwaysÂ
Azzi grinned as Paige described an admittedly clumsy move during practice earlier that week that led to a turnover. âSo youâre saying your hands couldnât keep up, huh?â Azzi teased, her voice dropping just enough to add a layer of meaning.
Paige rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. âNot everyone has your freakishly perfect coordination, Az.â
âGood thing I remember you being pretty coordinated when it actually countsâŚâ Azzi replied smoothly, her voice low and full of suggestion.
Paige froze mid-breath, her jaw dropping open as her brain scrambled to process Azziâs words.
Azzi leaned back in her chair, her smirk wide as she watched Paigeâs stunned expression. âWhat? Cat got your tongue?â
Before Paige could even think of a response, the waiter approached their table, her attention immediately drawn to Paige. With a charming smile, she addressed Paige warmly, completely ignoring Azzi.
Paige, however, didnât even notice the waiterâs presence. Her wide-eyed gaze remained fixed on Azzi, her expression a mix of desire, admiration, and pure shock.
Azzi glanced at the waiter, then back at Paige, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. âEarth to Paige,â she said teasingly, lightly kicking her under the table.
Paige blinked, finally snapping out of her daze. âHuh?â she mumbled, her head jerking toward the waiter, who was now waiting patiently with an amused expression.
The waiter gave Paige a quick once-over before flashing a flirtatious smile. âI was just asking, if youâre ready to order? Iâm sure whatever you choose will be just as good as you look,â she said, her tone light and teasing.
Paige, still a little dazed, didnât even acknowledge the compliment, her eyes having already drifted back to Azzi. Without missing a beat, she motioned toward Azzi, murmuring, âUm sheâll order for both of us.â
Azzi smirked at the subtle way Paige brushed the girl off. âIâll have the grilled salmon, and sheâll have the filet mignon, medium, with a side of the mashed potatoes,â she said smoothly, locking eyes with the waiter.
The waiter gave a quick nod, clearly a little taken aback by Azziâs effortless command, before she turned and walked away.Â
Azzi, not letting her teasing moment pass, leaned in and whispered, âYouâre so easy to fluster, you know that?â
Paige finally shook herself out of her stupor, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. âYou like making me do that, donât you?â
Azziâs smirk deepened, and she leaned back in her chair. âMaybe. Itâs cute how much I can get to you with just a few words.â
Azzi and Paige continued their light conversation, the air between them easy and familiar as they waited for their food to come out.Â
As she returned with their food, her smile widening as she set the plates down in front of them. Her gaze lingered on Paige once more, and she leaned slightly closer than necessary. âIs there anything else I can get for you?â she asked, her voice soft, her tone unmistakably suggestive.
Paige, busy unwrapping her silverware, didnât bother looking at the waiter. Instead, she gestured toward Azzi. âYou can ask her,â she said dismissively, her tone a little flat.
Azziâs lips twitched with amusement as she leaned back in her chair. With deliberate ease, she reached across the table, letting her hand rest just near Paigeâs wrist. She kept her touch subtle, a silent claim that didnât go unnoticed by Paige, whose posture relaxed slightly as she smiled to herself.
Azzi finally turned her gaze to the waiter, her smile polite but sharp. âWeâre all set, thanks,â she said smoothly, her tone leaving no room for interpretation.
The waiter hesitated, clearly missingâor choosing to ignoreâthe subtext. She turned her attention back to Paige, leaning forward slightly. âWell, if you change your mind... you know where to find me,â she said, her eyes glinting with boldness as she lingered at the table longer than necessary.
Azzi tilted her head slightly, her amusement growing at the audacity of the girl in front of her. So her fingers shifted, brushing just barely against Paigeâs wrist now, her touch featherlight but deliberate. Paigeâs breath slightly hitched, her eyes darting to Azzi as her face began to flush at the soft touch.
Azzi, clearly enjoying herself, leaned forward slightly. Her voice dropped, soft and teasing but with a possessive undertone that was impossible to miss. âPaige, baby,â she murmured, her thumb starting a slow, deliberate stroke against the inside of Paigeâs wrist as she looked her in the eyes. âIs there anything you need from her?â
Paigeâs lips parted, her breath slightly stuttering as she stared at Azzi in awe. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. âNo... I'm good,â she said, the words rushed but sincere, clearly immersed in the control Azzi was putting forward.
Azzi smirked, her fingers sliding down to lightly intertwine with Paigeâs. She didnât grip too tightly, just enough to make her point as she finally turned her attention back to the waiter. âSee? Sheâs good,â Azzi said, her tone sweet but pointed, her eyes narrowing slightly.
The waiter faltered, her confidence cracking as her eyes flicked between them, taking in the subtle shift in Paigeâs demeanor as she was once again completely immersed in Azzi. âI was just being friendly,â she said, her smile now strained.
Azziâs smile tightened, and her grip on Paigeâs hand squeezed just slightly, her thumb brushing along the back of Paigeâs knuckles. âFriendlyâs fine,â she said lightly, her tone still sweet but carrying an unmistakable edge. âJust not with her.âÂ
The waiter finally seemed to understand she was losing ground. With a tight, awkward smile, she mumbled, âWell... enjoy your meal,â before walking away without another word.
As the waiter disappeared, Azzi let out a soft chuckle, her thumb lazily resuming its strokes against Paigeâs hand. âThat was cute,â Azzi teased, her smirk widening as she watched Paige squirm.
Paige groaned, finally tugging her hand free and leaning forward to hide her face in her hands. âYouâre kinda crazy Az,â she muttered, though her soft laugh betrayed her words.
Azzi leaned back in her chair, her smirk still firmly in place as she picked up her fork. âWell I guess thatâs the first new thing youâll learn about me,â she said casually, giving Paige a look. âI really donât like sharing.â
Paige peeked at her from between her fingers, her lips quirking into a teasing smile. âHmm. Wouldnât have pegged you as the jealous type,â she said, her voice light but edged with curiosity.
Azziâs smile widened as she shrugged. âI didnât say anything about being jealous,â she replied smoothly.. She tilted her head toward where the waiter had retreated. âI just know how to put people in their place.â
Paige laughed, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. âNo need,â she said casually. âI donât see anybody but you at this point.â
The simplicity of Paige's words struck Azzi unexpectedly, and her heart fluttered in her chest. There was a warmth in the sincerity of it all, a reassurance that settled deep in her, and in that moment, Azzi realized how much she wanted to give herself over completely to Paige. It wasnât just about the date or the playful teasing anymoreâit was about something real, something she could feel in her bones.
A while later Azzi was grinning as Paige gave her another bite of her food, making her comment softly, âYou know, this is the first date Iâve actually enjoyed.â
Paige cocked an eyebrow, her lips curving into a cocky grin. âOf course it is,â she said, leaning back in her seat. âItâs me.â
Azzi rolled her eyes, her smile never wavering. âWhatever,â she muttered playfully, but the affection in her voice was unmistakable. She couldnât deny how much this meant to her.
Paige, with a teasing glint in her eye, reached for another bite of food, offering it to Azzi again. But Azzi raised an eyebrow, giving her a mock glare. âAre you actually going to eat any of your food, or are you just planning on giving it all to me?â
Paige shrugged with a mischievous grin. âYou need to eat.â
Azzi glanced down at her plate, clearly making progress in her meal. âIâm eating,â she said, giving Paige an exaggerated look. Azzi picked up a forkful of her salmon and waved it in front of Paigeâs face. âHere. You try it. Itâs actually pretty good.â
Paige recoiled dramatically, holding up her hands. âOh no, Iâm good. You know I donât do salmon.â
Azzi made a face, then went for the classic move. She looked at Paige with the most exaggerated, pleading puppy dog eyes she could muster. âPlease? Just one bite? For me?â
Paige sighed dramatically, resisting for only a moment. âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â
But before Azzi could even manage a victorious grin, Paige relented. âFine. One bite.â She said with mock reluctance and let Azzi feed her a bite of the salmon.
Paige chewed it slowly, her face a picture of careful deliberation. She swallowed and then, after a long pause, gave Azzi a look that was half-amused, half-disgusted.
Azzi was already smiling, clearly pleased with herself. âSee? It wasnât that bad.â
Paige grumbles in disagreement as she eats some of her food to get rid of the taste.Â
As they continued talking Paige was mid-bite when a small bit of mashed potato found its way to her lip. She didnât notice at first but Azzi did. So with a playful smirk, Azzi reached across the table, her fingers brushing lightly against Paige's skin as she gently wiped the spot from her lip with her index finger. As she pulled her hand back, Azzi made a deliberate show of slowly licking the mashed potato off her finger, her gaze locked with Paigeâs the entire time. The movement was teasing, a mix of subtle flirtation and confidence that left Paige a little breathless.
Paige couldnât pull her eyes away from Azzi as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. When she managed to speak, her voice low, almost a whisper as she simply said, âAzzi please.â
Azzi tilted her head innocently, her lips curling into a playful smile. âYes, Paige?â she asked, her tone casual, but her eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing exactly what she was doing, loving the control she had over Paige.Â
Paige swallowed hard, her heart racing as she licked her lips. âYouâre killing me tonight,â she murmured, her gaze never breaking from Azziâs.
Azziâs smile widened, her voice dripping with teasing confidence as she leaned just slightly closer across the table. âI know, baby,â she replied smoothly.
The air around them seemed to shift. The noise of the restaurant, the clink of cutlery, the hum of conversationsâall faded into the background as Paige and Azzi stayed locked in each otherâs gaze. Paigeâs pupils dilated, her blue eyes growing darker under the intensity of Azziâs stare.Â
Azzi, fully aware of the effect she was having, didnât look away. There was a challenge in her gaze now, an unspoken dare, almost as if she was silently urging Paige to make the next move.Â
Paige clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to pull Azzi closer, to end the dinner and take her home. She could feel her composure slipping away, and Azzi, with that smile still firmly in place, was more than happy to push her further.
Azziâs gaze never wavered as she subtly shifted her hand, her fingers brushing against Paige's with a deliberate slowness as she let their fingers intertwine, a small yet intimate gesture that sent a jolt of heat through Paigeâs body. Azziâs touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to completely throw off Paigeâs concentration.
Paige had to close her eyes for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control. She could barely think straight with the way Azzi was looking at her. So she took a slow breath, trying to ground herself, but Azziâs hand holding hers kept her tethered in the moment.Â
âOpen your eyes P,â Azziâs voice was a whisper, but it carried authority, a command wrapped in sweetness. The edge in her tone made Paigeâs stomach tighten.
Paige slowly opened her eyes, finding herself once again lost in the depths of Azziâs gaze immediately. There was no escaping it now. She was completely under Azziâs spell, and she wasnât sure if she wanted to escape at all. Azziâs fingers tightened around hers, their palms pressed together as the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only them.
Azziâs gaze softened, her voice barely above a whisper. âWhat are you thinking about?â she asked, her words carrying a mix of curiosity and something darker, something that Paige could feel even before the question left her lips.
Paige, unable to look away, let a slow smile curl at the corners of her mouth. âYou know exactly what Iâm thinking about,â she said, her voice low.Â
Azziâs smile widened, her eyes flickering with mischief and desire. âTake me home then,â she said, the words slipping from her lips like a secret, a command wrapped in temptation.
That was all it took.
Paige didnât hesitate. She threw a couple of bills onto the tableâdefinitely more than enough to cover the tabâand stood up. Both of them heading for Paigeâs car with a little extra pep in their step.Â
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Once they get to the suite, Azzi starts walking towards her room, but Paige grabs her hand pulling her towards her room thatâs further from Iceâs, trying to spare the girl.Â
Azzi raises an eyebrow but doesnât protest as she lets Paige lead her. As they step into Paigeâs room she wastes no time shutting the door behind them and locking it.Â
Paige flicks on her led lamp to lightly illuminate the room and before she can gather her bearings, Azziâs hands were on her, as she gently pushed her back against the door. Paigeâs back hit it with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat at Azziâs confidence and her pulse quickening slightly as she met Azziâs smile with a grin of her own. Azziâs smile was a slow, teasing smileâone that made Paige feel like she was already a step behind in whatever was happening in Azziâs head.Â
Azzi studied her for a moment, clearly enjoying the way Paigeâs body seemed to melt at her touch. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the buttons on Paige's cardigan, her fingers grazing the fabric as she slowly started unbuttoning it. "You always look so damn good," Azzi murmured, her voice soft but filled with heat. "You have no idea what you do to me. How you make me feel."
With each button undone, the white shirt underneath was revealed, the fabric clinging slightly to Paigeâs frame, teasing Azzi. The room felt unbearably warm, and Paige was basically trembling, unsure if it was from desire or the intensity of Azzi's gaze.
Azzi stopped halfway through unbuttoning, her fingers still resting on the cardigan. "Tell meâŚ" she whispered, leaning in close, her breath brushing against Paige's cheek. "What are you thinking about now?"
Paigeâs breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them coherent enough to form an answer. She could feel the heat of Azzi's body so close to hers, her lips barely brushing her ear with each whispered word. She couldnât even formulate a response. She had never felt like this before, had never been the one with a loss of words.
Azzi smiled softly at Paigeâs flustered expression, enjoying the way Paigeâs cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she finished unbuttoning Paigeâs sweater. With a deliberate slowness Azzi brushed the cardigan off Paigeâs shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
Her fingers trailed down Paigeâs waist, coming to rest on her belt as she began undoing it as she watched Paigeâs every reaction. Azzi's touch was firm but gentle, pulling Paige just slightly towards her, guiding them slowly toward the bed. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Azzi's gaze was soft but undeniably commanding, filled with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver down Paigeâs spine.
âI want you,â Azz whispered, her voice low and laced with desire. âI want you to do whatever you want to me.âÂ
Paige finally found her voice, her tone softer, almost vulnerable as she asked, âAre you sure?â
Azzi didnât hesitate. Without a flicker of doubt in her eyes, she nodded, the softness of her gaze only intensifying the fire between them.
Azziâs confirmation was all Paige needed as she immediately reached for Azzi, pulling her into a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate, their breaths mingling as the moment consumed them. Azziâs fingers, still toying with Paigeâs belt, moved to undo it with an effortless confidence that made Paigeâs pulse quicken.Â
Before she knew it, Paige was guiding Azzi backward the rest of the way toward the bed, her grip steady but filled with an unspoken urgency. Azzi smirked against Paigeâs lips, letting herself be pushed down, her body melting into the mattress.Â
The sight of Paige standing above her, her belt now hanging open and her eyes completely dilated with want was enough to make Azzi bite her lip, her gaze also dark. Her hand found its way to Paigeâs loose belt gently tugging Paige toward her. âDonât make me wait anymore,â she teased, her voice dripping with desire.Â
Azzi watches as Paige takes off her jeans, never breaking eye contact. As soon as sheâs done sheâs climbing on the bed, hovering over Azzi as their lips meet again, this time softer but no less consuming, Each kiss feeling like a promise, a declaration as they become lost in one another.Â
Paigeâs hands moved expertly, finding the edges of Azziâs blazer. With a gentle tug, she slipped it off Azziâs shoulder, her fingertips brushing against Azzi's warm skin. Azzi sat up slightly to help, her eyes never leaving Paigeâs as the blazer fell away, leaving her in the cropped black shirt that clung to her frame tightly.Â
Paigeâs breath caught for a moment as her gaze roamed over Azzi, her hands lightly tracing along the hem of her shirt. âYouâre incredible,â Paige whispered, her voice tinged with awe.Â
Azzi smiles at Paigeâs words, her expression soft at the girl on top of her. Without saying a word, she reached up, pulling Paige toward her again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was much more intense than the last.Â
The kiss grew heavier with each moment, Paige swiping her tongue across Azziâs lips asking for access that Azzi immediately grants as the world outside the room fades away, their focus narrowing to just the two of them. Azziâs hands roam Paigeâs sides, her touch firm, sending jolts of excitement through Paigeâs skin.Â
Azzi breaks the kiss briefly, pushing Paige slightly back with a playful smirk. Paige looked at her, breathless, as Azziâs hands reached for the hem of her shirt. With a smooth motion, Azzi pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside before meeting Paigeâs gaze again who had also quickly discarded her white shirt.Â
The sight of Azzi like this left Paige momentarily stunned. But before she could linger on the image too long trying to capture it for memory, Azzi pulled her back in, their lips meeting again matching the intensity right where they left off.Â
Azzi began making soft noises into Paigeâs mouth, each sound sending a warmth through her body. It drove Paige absolutely crazy, her restraint slipping more and more with every passing second.Â
âFuck Azzi,â Paige murmured, her voice low as she pulled back just enough to begin pressing her lips to Azziâs neck. âYou have no idea what youâre doing to me.âÂ
Azzi let out another quiet, breathy moan at the attention she was getting, her hands grabbing Paigeâs waist as she tilted her head to the side granting Paige better access. âI think I do,â she whispered, her voice teasing but strained.
Paigeâs lips and teeth worked along Azziâs neck, her kisses alternating between soft and firm as she trailed down to the delicate curve where Azziâs shoulder met her collarbone. Azziâs hands slide up Paigeâs back, pulling her impossibly closer. âRight there baby,â Azzi whispered, her voice breaking slightly as Paigeâs lips and tongue lingered on a particularly sensitive spot.Â
âShit you feel so good,â Azzi breathed, her words almost inaudible but thick with emotion.Â
Her voice was like music to Paigeâs ears, the way it shook with every touch drove her to keep going. Paigeâs lips curled into a slight smile against Azziâs skin as she dragged her mouth lower, savoring the soft gasps and whispered encouragement Azzi continued to spill.Â
âPerfect,â Azzi murmured, when Paigeâs lips met her waist. Her voice melted into something low and satisfied. âYouâre perfect.â
Paige groaned softly at the words, her hands tightening on Azziâs hips as she whispered back, âYouâre killing me Azzi baby.â
Azzi laughed softly, though it was laced with breathlessness. âThen donât hold back,â she murmured, her fingers tangling in Paigeâs hair. âI donât want you to.â Before Azzi could even process what she was asking for, the rest of her clothes were pulled off skilfully in a quick motion.Â
Paigeâs actions fueled by Azziâs words, every whispered encouragement and breathless murmur driving her as she finally gave Azzi exactly what she wanted, pouring every ounce of her desire and affection into her touch.Â
Azzi made sure Paige knew exactly how much she was enjoying every moment of it. Her voice a symphony of soft gasps, murmured praises, and loud moans, echoing through the room without a care for who might hear.Â
âFuck babyâŚyes just like that,â Azzi said breathlessly, her hands threading through Paigeâs hair, tugging lightly as her head titled back and her hips moved to reach Paigeâs movements. âDonât stop..please, donât stop.â
Paige just hummed as she pressed closer, her lips and hands working in perfect rhythm, completely consumed by Azziâs responses. Each sound Azzi made spurring her on more, her own restraint dissolving as she focused on the girl beneath her.Â
âYouâre amazing,â Azzi murmured, her voice trembling with raw emotion, her nails grabbing Paigeâs shoulders. âI need you, Paige. Just you.âÂ
Paigeâs heart raced at the confession, her fingers growing more intense as she kissed her way back to Azziâs lips, capturing her in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.Â
Azziâs laughter bubbled up between gasps, a mix of pure joy and overwhelming sensation at the way Paige was touching her. âYouâre going to make me lose my mind,â she admitted, her voice shaky but full of affection, her lips brushing against Paigeâs as she spoke.Â
Paigeâs fingers continued their rhythm inside Azzi, as her voice dipped into a tone so soft yet full of conviction. âYouâre so beautiful,â she whispered, her words wrapping around Azzi. âEvery part of you, AzziâŚI could get lost in your forever.âÂ
Azziâs breath hitched at the sincerity in Paigeâs voice, her chest rising and falling as she clung to the words. Paige didnât stop there, leaning closer, her lips brushing against Azziâs ear as she added, âYouâre everything to me Az. So perfect. I promise you Iâm only yours.â
The praise sent so much warmth through Azzi and she arched slightly, her head tilting back as her lips parted. âPaige..â she murmured her voice trembling with emotion. Azziâs hands found their way to Paigeâs back, holding onto her as if she were her anchor, grounding her in this moment.Â
Azziâs gaze was unwavering, her brown eyes dark with passion yet soft with adoration. Paigeâs blue eyes mirrored the same intensity, her pupils dilated as she took in every inch of the girl beneath her.Â
âYouâre so fucking incredible,â Azzi whispered, her voice breathy but firm, her fingers digging into Paigeâs skin as her fingers curled perfectly inside of her.Â
Azzi began trembling beneath Paige biting her lip trying to hold onto some resemblance of control, her body completely attuned to every touch, every word, the way their gaze was locked onto one another. Her breathing became uneven, her chest rising and falling as if she was trying to steady herself but kept failing. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, but Paige wasnât having it.Â
âAzzi,â Paige whispered, her voice low but commanding, her lips brushing against Azziâs ear as she hovered over her. âLook at me,âÂ
Azziâs long lashes flickered as she tried to open her eyes but the feeling was too much for her. Paigeâs free hand gently cupped her jaw, her thumb brushing over her cheek as she spoke again, this time softer but just as firm. âOpen your eyes, Az. I want you to look at me while you finish for me baby.âÂ
Azzi let out a shaky breath, her lids lifting slowly until their eyes met once more. The second their gazes locked it was like Azzi couldnât take anymore as her mouth fell open, the sheer intimacy of the moment causing a sound to escape Azziâs lipsâlouder and more unrestrained than she expected. It was uncharacteristically loud for someone usually so composed but she didnât care. âGod, baby right there... please Paige... don'tâŚfuck please donât stop,â every word laced with need and vulnerability before sheâs throwing her head back coming undone for Paige.Â
Paige smiles at the sound of Azzi's voice as she leans in and kisses her slowly, their tongue tasting every part of each other as Paige's pace slows, just enough to make Azzi's body ache with the contrast. Azzi's breath comes in shallow gasps, every inch of her skin alive with need.
Paigeâs lips curled into a soft, knowing smile, her thumb still stroking Azziâs cheek. âYou did so good for me,â she murmured, her words laced with affection and pride.
Azziâs grip tightened on Paigeâs back as she was still trying to anchor herself. Her voice trembled as she replied, âYou⌠youâre going to ruin me, Paige.â
Paige leaned closer, her lips barely brushing against Azziâs as she whispered, âI wonât baby, I got you. I promise.â
The exchange sent another wave of shivers through Azzi, her body arching instinctively toward Paige as she started moving again, unable to resist the pull between them. She looks up at Paige pleading for something-anything more.
Paige notices the way Azzi's body trembles under her, how her breath hitches every time she curls her fingers. Her voice drops, soothing but commanding, "Breathe, baby. Just breathe."
The words themselves are almost a command, but they're gentle, like a touch trying to calm the chaos in Azziâs chest as it rises and falls rapidly, trying to obey, but she feels the pressure inside her building again, tighter this time. Paige's thumb presses into her as she continues her movements deliberate but slow, a stark contrast to how Azzi's body wants to react.
Paige can tell Azziâs body is going into overdrive so she starts speaking to her. "Focus on me," Paige murmurs near Azziâs ear, her voice smooth and low, sending ripples of warmth through Azzi. "Focus on your breathing. In and out, nice and slow." She moves her hand in small, measured circles, pushing Azzi right to the edge and pulling her back. "You're doing so good Azzi. Just breathe through it, baby. Let me guide you."
Azzi's entire body is trembling, her mind racing to keep up with the ebb and flow of pleasure. It feels like it's almost too much, but Paige's steady control-her voice, her hands keeps her grounded. The way she talks to her, calm but firm, drives Azzi crazy, and all she can do is follow, surrendering her body to the rhythm Paige has set.
"Tell me how it feels," Paige says, softly. "I wanna hear you some more for me baby."
Azzi opens her mouth, but no coherent words come out-only the sound of desperate, broken breaths as she forces herself to focus on Paige, her voice, her eyes, her touch.
"Feels... feels so good, Paige baby... I can't-" Her voice cracks, the tension too much to contain, but Paige doesn't speed up. She waits, her touch still steady.
"Good just like that baby. Breathe. You're almost there," Paige whispers, coaxing Azzi through it, her own voice filled with desire and pure admiration of the girl underneath her.
Azzi looks up at Paige, her eyes glazed over with need as sheâs straining to keep them open. She trembles slightly, her voice barely a whisper as she murmurs, "P I canâtâ I can't take anymore."
Paigeâs hand shifts to lightly wrap around Azziâs neck, gently but firmly guiding her gaze to her eyes, making sure she doesnât look away. She squeezes slightly, her thumb brushing across Azziâs skin as she speaks, her voice steady but soft, full of encouragement. âYes, you can. Just relax baby. Let me make you feel good.âÂ
Azzi nods, trying to steady her racing heart, her breaths shallow as she sinks into the rhythm of Paige's touch. As Paige squeezes again, Azziâs hand moves to cover Paigeâs, her fingers curling around hers, squeezing tighter as she gazes directly into Paigeâs eyes. The sensation sparks something deep inside her, and without breaking eye contact, she whispers, "Harder, baby."
The words are a desperate plea, the intensity of her need clear in her voice. Paigeâs eyes never leave Azziâs as her breath hitches and the pressure builds. Azzi, feeling her body react, presses her hips closer to Paigeâs movements, her chest rising and falling faster. âFuck Paige right there, donât stop,â Azzi breathes out, her voice low and almost frantic. âMmm make me feel it baby, show me how much you miss fucking me.â
Paige tightens her grip, feeling Azziâs pulse beneath her fingertips, and Azziâs body continues to tremble with anticipation as Paige quickens her movements, fingers curling as she moves in and out of Azzi. Paigeâs voice is low, almost teasing, as she murmurs, âYouâre taking it so well baby fuck, you look so good under me.â
Azziâs fingers curl tighter around Paigeâs wrist, urging her on. âYes, just like that,â Azzi whispers, her voice filled with a desire that only Paige can satisfy. âHarder, please Paige, donât stop. You feel so good.â
Paigeâs touch becomes more deliberate, the pressure firm and her movements unrelenting as Azziâs breathing quickens. She feels the way Azziâs body reacts, every tremble and sigh pushing her to give her more. Paige leans in, her lips brushing against Azziâs ear as she whispers, âYouâre so gorgeous baby, so perfectâŚI always knew how pretty you would sound.â
Azzi moans softly, unable to stop the sounds escaping her lips, each one more desperate than the last as Paigeâs gaze burns into her. For a moment, neither of them speaks. The air between them thick a shared silence where only the sound of their heavy breathing and Paigeâs fingers moving in and out of Azzi remains.Â
After a few more seconds, Azzi's body gives in, a burning release overtaking her body again as she arches her back off the bed. A chorus of breathless moans escaping her lips.
Paige's heart stirs at the sight as she removes her hand from Azziâs neck immediately and without hesitation. She leans down, kissing her cheek gently as if she's taking away the last bit of tension that still clung to Azzi's body. She whispers, "God you're so beautiful Az. You mean everything to me," before leaning her lips down to Azzi's, their kiss soft, almost loving.
Azzi's eyes flutter shut, her hands coming down to wrap around Paige's head as she lets the kiss ground her. It's slow and tender and everything Azzi needs.Â
Paige starts kissing down Azziâs body, ready to keep going but Azziâs hand shoots out, gently but firmly stopping her. Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she looks at Paige with exhaustion and a small sight of desire. âBabyâŚI canât. Physically⌠I canât take anymore right now, I need a break.â She says, her voice strained, the edge of exhaustion clear.
Paigeâs lips curl into a teasing smirk, the challenge in her eyes only growing more playful. Before she can say anything, Azziâstill struggling to catch her breathâmanages a shaky smile and jokes, âShut up, Paige. Seriously, just⌠shut up for a second."
Paigeâs lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. âIâll give you a break but I hope you can keep up because I plan on doing this all night,â she teased softly, her voice low and dripping with warmth.
Azzi responded with a quiet hum of agreement, her fingers tangling in Paigeâs hair to pull her back into another soft slow kiss, one that carried all the unspoken promises of the night still ahead.
âŚ
The next morning, Paige woke up groggily, the bright sunlight streaming through the window making it impossible to stay asleep. She stirred, trying to stretch, but stopped when she felt a comforting weight pinning her down. Azziâs body was draped halfway over her, the other half sprawled across the bed. Paige couldnât help but smile as her gaze landed on Azziâs face, her soft features illuminated by the morning light.
A quiet laugh escaped Paigeâs lips as she realized Azzi was definitely going to blame her for letting her fall asleep without her bonnet, she could already hear the teasing tone in her voice.
As if sensing Paigeâs thoughts, Azzi began to stir, a groan slipping past her lips as she shielded her eyes from the sun. âUgh, why is it so bright?â she mumbled, echoing Paigeâs earlier thoughts.
Paige chuckled softly, shifting her body to block the sunlight from hitting Azziâs face. âBetter?â she asked gently, her voice warm and teasing.
When Azzi finally looked up at her, a sleepy smile spread across her face, her dimples appearing as her cheeks flushed slightly. âGood morning, pretty girl,â Paige said, her voice soft but filled with affection.
Azziâs smile grew wider at the compliment, but she quickly tried to hide her face against Paigeâs chest. âMmm, too sleepy,â she mumbled, her voice muffled.
Paige laughed quietly and carefully shifted out from under Azzi, earning a small, dissatisfied grumble from her. She walked over to the window, pulling the blackout curtains closed and plunging the room into a comforting darkness.
As she returned to the bed, Azzi wasted no time, tugging Paige back down and pulling her close but before Paige could settle in, Azzi leaned up to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. Paigeâs heart immediately fluttered at the tenderness of the moment, how casual Azzi was about it.
âGo back to sleep,â Azzi whispered, her words barely audible as she rested her head on Paigeâs chest once more.
Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and with Azziâs steady breaths against her, Paige felt a sense of peace she hadnât ever experienced. Slowly, they both drifted back to sleep as Paige realized she was completely in love with the girl laying on her chest.
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the forgotten girl (8)
posted this originally on my old account. will be posting twice weekly :)
I tried to move on after the game. I stayed with Keira for a few days, letting her fuss over me because I knew it would make her feel better. I asked Jona to keep me as a bench player, just for a few extra games and he agreed. The team was treating me differently, they were trying to not make it obvious but it was. Anytime I paired up with someone they would make a silly mistake that they wouldnât normally do, Cata and Sandra would let shots in that they couldâve easily stopped. There was only one person who wouldnât go easy on me, Alexia.
I was fed up with it, after walking into the locker with Ale, laughing about something stupid Alba said, I noticed everyone stopping what they were doing and looking at us. Shock and confusion on their faces, over the period of months they had known me, I didnât laugh much, not outwardly happy, so this was new for them.
âCan you all please stop acting like Iâm made of glass? I see it. I see what youâre doing and while I appreciate the concern, I need you all to stop.â
âMilly-â Keira started
âNo Keira. I get it okay, I went MIA for three years and came back different, I get it, but I need you all to treat me like Iâm normal, not some broken person who will break if you say the wrong thing.â
A murmur of sorrys went through the room, I missed the way Alexia looked at me, eyes full of admiration and love, but Mapi didnât miss it. The weeks that followed were good, we won against Athleti Madrid, Villareal and UDG Tenerife, our next upcoming game was against Real Madrid, the El Classico. I was incredibly excited.
The Friday before El Classico, Jona pulled me into his office.
âHi Amelia, how are you feeling?â He was calm, almost too calm.
âIâm good. Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?â panic was arising within me. Was everything about to end before it truly started?
âOh no! On the contrary. I want you to start tomorrow if you are feeling ok with that? I donât want to push you into something that you arenât ready to do.â
âYes, god yes! Thank you Jona!â
Exiting his office I felt giddy, like a kid on Christmas eve. This was my Christmas eve, I couldnât contain my excitement when I went into the locker room, it was mainly empty expect for Pina and Kei.
âIâM STARTING TOMORROW BITCHES!â I screamed, scaring the two girls.
âOh my god! Milly! I am so so proud of you! Come here!â Kei pulled me into a bone crushing hug, Claudia jumping on the both of us shortly after. Unbeknownst to you, Alexia was in the bathroom, hearing everything that was spoken about. She was so incredibly proud, she wanted to come out and congratulate you herself but felt it was better to hide and let you have your moment.
Real Madrid and Barcelona were huge rivals. This game was the game of all games. Id watched it numerous times, either on the TV when I was in my hermit era or live with Eli and Alba, even dragging Emily over a couple of times. To be able to play in it, it was indescribable. Â
No one in the locker room seemed nervous, well no one expect me. Jona came in and gave his last speech, followed by Alexia and Irene. Slowly the subs lefts, then the starting 11. Even in the tunnel it was loud, almost overwhelming loud, I couldnât hear my heartbeat, or what the girls were saying around me. It was all very overwhelming. Alexia noticed, pulling me to the side, her hands cradling my face.
âyouâre okay mil. You deserve to be here. Youâre the best, show them that.â After kissing my forehead, she was back at the start of the line. She was right, as always, I was okay, and I deserved to be there.
The start of the game was a little shaky, having to adjust quickly to cancelling the noise of the crowd out to be able to hear my teammates and the refs whistle. The first goal came easily, a break in the defence meant I was able to run through after receiving a perfect ball from Alexia. Misa didnât stand a chance, 1-0. Scoring in front of 90,000 people is something Iâll never get used to.
Goal after goal was scored, by half time it was 5-0. Alexia with two goals and 2 assists, me with 2 goals and 1 assist, Caro scoring the other goal. I felt bad for Misa, she was a great person and a great goalie, her team was just shit. She wouldnât leave though, sheâs too loyal, much like alexia in that respect.
By the end of the game it was 9-0, alexia and myself with a hattrick, Caro with 2 and Vicky with 1. Misa was crying by the end of it, by passing everyone else I went to her. Engulfing her in a hug, I let her cry. Her frustrations were justified, and she deserved to let them out. After a while, she pulled back.
âI am so glad youre back, but im even more glad it took so long to have to play you.â I laughed, I always tried to visit Misa when I could, even making Alexia come with me, not that she hated it.
âI missed you too Misa.â
âyou coming out tonight? Please say yes. You owe me a drink or three!â
âFine you convinced me! Iâll see you later Mâ I trottered off to say good game to the rest of Real. As I was finishing up with Hayley Raso, a body jumped on my back, and then another one. Claud and Patri were yelling out âMVPâ and sent us tumbling to the ground. All three of us laughing as each other.
During our usual walk around to thank the fans, Alexia dragged me towards her mum and sister.Â
âMija! There you are. My god Iâm so proud of you!â Eli pulled me into a bone crushing hug, leaving kisses all over my cheeks. Alba quickly joined in. Alexia had walked off to say hi to Olga and some other friends.Â
ââYouâre coming out right? Please say you are.â Alba asked.Â
âAlba-â
âI am yes.â She squealed, pulling me into another hug.Â
âYou donât have to come if you donât want to mil. Itâs not a problem.â Alexia didnât want to push. It had been a big afternoon already and she wouldâve completely understood if I didnât want too.Â
âNo itâs fine. I promise. I want to go.â Quickly reassuring the captain that it truly wasnât a problem. There was a look in her eye, something I couldnât place. It wasnât happiness, or sadness, maybe guilt?Â
Quickly hugging Olga and Vir, before being pulled back away by Alba, she wanted to talk about outfits for tonight, she had decided to come to my house and get ready, to make sure I didnât ârun awayâ, that comment got her a slap on the head from Ale and Eli.Â
After slowly making it back to the locker room, the cheers could be heard from the tunnel. Everyone was singing and dancing, some wet from their shower or still in their kits. Deciding to ignore the partying for the mean time and opting for a shower in peace was the smartest decision Iâd made. After I was finished I quietly and carefully slipped out of the locker room, wanting to go home and relax for an hour before Alba turned up.Â
unintentionally, I fell asleep on the couch as soon as I got home, waking up to multiple loud knocks on the door. Alba was standing there, looking panicked.Â
âJesus Christ I thought you were fucking dead.â She lets out an annoyed sighÂ
âSorry I fell asleep.âÂ
âYouâre not bailing. I donât care if I have to drag you out.âÂ
âRelax. Iâm still coming.âÂ
after 2 hours, many shots, and 3 extra bodies, we were all ready to go. The Uber to the club was fairly quick, Lucy and Misa were arguing over something stupid, Keira and Ona laughing at them and Alba holding my hand. The club was loud and full when we got there. Everyone holding hands to make it to the booth where the rest of the team were sitting.Â
âWow you finally showed up!â Mapi yelled, getting everyoneâs attention. Alba came back shortly after with Misa, both carrying trays of shots.Â
after lots of drinks, most of us were drunk. Half the group staying in the booth and half of us on the dance floor. Dancing in the middle of Alba and Misa, grinding on both in a purely platonic way, I felt eyes burning into my skull. Manoeuvring to see who it was, was quite the challenge, but it did. Confusion struck me. Anger, frustration, jealousy, rippled her face. With a huff, she got up and walked away.Â
Why was Alexia so mad at me? What did I do?Â
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this thing (the christmussy) appears and you slide down it
mazel tov you're now in an alternate universe.
you go on facebook and you see a post in the group for an app you have. every month there's a new theme announcement, and you see march has just been announced. it's cherry blossom themed; a cherry blossom dress for your avatar, a backdrop of cherry blossom trees for your virtual room. you think it's beautiful and really well-done.
you glance down and see the comments. there are many people upset that the theme isn't purim, with others reassuring them they can still get purim items in the shop and explaining that the app already did purim for the march event two years ago and doesn't want to repeat. but people are still upset, because they'd been saving up their in-game currency to buy purim items. this doesn't totally make sense because the event items don't cost any currency. but it's clear everyone expected a purim event, and that they feel a cherry blossom event would have been more appropriate for april because flowering trees are more of a pesach thing. a couple commenters mention that they don't celebrate purim and so they really appreciate that the team chose an inclusive theme, and that they think the cherry blossom theme is beautiful.
one thread goes something like this:
chana: ah, i was hoping for something more silly and purim-y
maryam: sorry, but not everyone celebrates purim. besides there are actually five different holidays celebrated in march, including purim. even then, not everyone celebrates those holidays. it's not all about one group of people. everyone needs to feel included.
chana: i'm fully aware, thanks. the silly purim is not the same as the religious purim, anyway. hamentashen are not in the torah. i know muslims who celebrate the commercial purim. i'm a jew who has done lots of interfaith work, by the way.
you notice it seems like several of maryam's responses aren't showing up: facebook glitch or were they deleted? or maybe chana is just so worked up she's commenting many times?
chana: in short i was asking for a springtime theme not a full-on megillah reading. you could have sought to understand before jumping to that conclusion. peace.
chana continues in this vein, even accusing maryam of "attacking her," and also makes a weird dig about maryam's islam.
golda: try not to let this person upset you. you should be allowed to make such a statement without being lectured on religion -- this is not the place for that, or at least it shouldn't be. people are here to encourage and support each other. i also wish it was a silly purim theme. hope you have a great day :)
elkie: i agree. i would love to get a grogger.
rachel: admin! this is stressful.
tamar, the admin, jumps in. she doesn't mention chana's weird comments about maryam's islam, but merely asks for the conversation to stop. it doesn't.
ari: there is a grogger from one of the previous march events! it'll be in the shop all month. my family celebrated purim and mardi gras, so i have an outfit with a grogger and mardi gras beads!
chana: rachel, i'm so sorry.
chana: tamar, thank you and my apologies for my part in this.
zelda: chana, you can still buy jewish purim/wiccan ostara/mardi gras/etc type items in the store :) even a pineapple costume! lmao! your outfit can be as silly as you'd like it to be :)
katie: hi chana! i hear you saying it's disappointing there isn't a silly purim theme, and it's frustrating that anyone would push back on that because it's not religious so there's no way anyone would feel left out. i do just want to gently mention, for a lot of folks who are from other faiths and cultures, silly purim also isn't something that we celebrate. if the app had gone that route, we would of course understand because that is what the majority wants and we respect it, but it's true we would still feel left out. the app isn't obligated to change anything for us, of course, but the fact that they did is very sweet (well -- i'm not sure if inclusion was the intent, but it was the result!)
chana: just checking you've seen this. *includes screenshot of tamar's admin comment*
chana: can i also clarify one final time that i mentioned nothing of religion, nothing about faith, nothing about megillah, esther, or anything. i was simply hoping for a silly theme with funny hats and a cotton candy machine. the first person to mention anything to do with religion was NOT me. my initial comment has been taken wildly out of context and i am deeply upset that this conversation is continuing despite admin asking for it to stop. i'm done.
chana: tamar, i really don't want to leave this group, but this is past unacceptable at this point.
you don't see what happens next because you decide it's time to log off. you close your computer and go outside and touch some grass. you're free.
It's Black Friday and you know what that means: It's Christmas discourse season!
There's a disconnect that comes up every year in these conversations, and I've never seen it illustrated as clearly as in the conversation below.
Context: This is a community group for an app that involves themes and items, and this year's December theme is winter-y but decidedly not Christmassy.
Some people were upset about that, which isn't unexpected, and then this conversation ensued:
What is.... what is going on here? Why is red so upset? Why are they struggling to understand that "cozy" Christmas is still not universal? Does it feel threatening to them?
I mean, maybe green had a bunch of comments and then deleted them or facebook was glitching, but I can't find anything wrong with their initial comment. Is red just annoyed because it's unkind to challenge someone who's just saying they're sad? I don't think that's the only thing though because red doesn't seem to understand either green's or blue's comments and it's a misunderstanding I see every single year.
Also, I don't understand what the issue was with blue, or why that also upset red that much. Is it just because blue ignored the mod's request to close the thread?
Like.... either there's something I'm not getting or there's something red's not getting. I suspect it's red, tbh, because they started talking about how they never mentioned anything about Jesus, the nativity, or religion -- but blue actually addressed that in their comment.
Outside the context of someone getting pushback on just saying they'd wished something different had happened, which I recognize feels shitty, are there ways people like blue and green can phrase things so that it clicks for people like red, or is it a lost cause?
And what am I missing about red's perspective?
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Fated Misconnections.
Pairing : Aegon Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen x Jacaerys Velaryon.
Chapter Summary : A week after the birth of your little brother Joffery, the whispers and abuse your mother received increased. Until she decided for you to move to Dragonstone, a decision that you reluctantly had to agree to.
The news of Rhaenyraâs decision to leave Kingâs Landing and return to Dragonstone reached every corner of the Red Keep. The whispers grew louder with each passing moment, and soon, everyone knew.
The air in the castle felt tense, as if something monumental was shifting.
You were in your chambers, carefully folding your clothes and placing your small belongings into a wooden chest. The soft rustle of fabric filled the quiet room. Your fingers moved slowly, as if delaying the inevitable. Every item you packed seemed to weigh heavier than the last.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang against the door. Urgent, frantic knocking.
You froze. Before you could respond, the door flew open with a loud creak.
Aegon and Aemond burst into the room. Their breaths were shallow, and their silver hair was a mess from running. Aegonâs eyes were wild, darting around the room before they landed on you and your chest of half-packed belongings. Aemond was calmer, but his eye locked onto you with an intensity that rooted you to the spot.
âNo. No. Youâre not leaving,â Aegon said breathlessly, storming toward you. His voice was loud, raw with emotion. He stopped right in front of you, his hands hovering near your shoulders as if he wanted to grab you but didnât know if he should. âYou canât leave. You canât leave us.â
âAegonâŚâ you sighed, glancing down at the chest. âI have to. My mother needs me. She needs all of us together.â
âShe doesnât need you,â Aegon shot back quickly, his tone sharp with desperation. His eyes searched yours, his voice cracking slightly. âNot as much as we do. Not as much as I do.â
You felt your heart tighten in your chest.
You glanced at Aemond, hoping for logic, hoping for understanding. But he wasnât looking at the chest, nor at Aegon. He was looking directly at you. His single violet eye burned with something sharp and unspoken. He stepped forward slowly, his face unreadable but his posture tense.
âYou belong here,â Aemond said firmly. His tone wasnât as wild as Aegonâs, but it was far more resolute. âThis is your home. Not Dragonstone. Here. With us.â
âMy Mother says otherwise,â you replied softly. âHer place is my place. I am her daughter. I have to follow her.â
Aegon let out a bitter, humorless laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. âSheâs taking you away from us! Sheâs taking everything from us!â His words were sharper than before, louder, laced with anger and sorrow. His eyes darted around the room again, like he was searching for something, a solution, a way to make you stay.
âWe donât care about her,â Aemond said, his voice quieter but far more dangerous. He moved closer, his steps slow but deliberate. His gaze didnât waver from your face. âWe care about you.â
âAemond⌠AegonâŚâ you said softly, reaching for them both. You placed one hand on Aegonâs arm and the other lightly against Aemondâs chest. âYouâll always have me. No matter where I go, Iâll always be with you.â
âNo, you wonât,â Aegon muttered bitterly, his head lowering so you could no longer see his eyes. His fists clenched at his sides, and his body shook slightly as if trying to hold himself together. âYouâll leave and forget about us. Just like everyone else does.â
âI would never forget you,â you said firmly, giving his arm a squeeze. âYouâre my uncles. My blood. No one could ever replace you.â
Aemondâs gaze narrowed. He tilted his head, studying you, his jaw set in a hard line. He didnât believe you. Not fully. Not with the way his fingers twitched at his side, like he was gripping the air to stop himself from grabbing hold of you.
âDonât lie to us,â Aemond said coldly. His voice wasnât loud, but it cut through the room like a blade. âYouâre going to Dragonstone. Youâll live among them. Youâll fight for them. And one day, youâll forget about us. Youâll forget who stood by you when you were alone.â
âThatâs not true,â you said, frowning deeply. You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek. He stiffened at first, but he didnât pull away. âYou know thatâs not true, Aemond.â
He didnât answer. He just stared at you, his gaze unwavering
You stood at the edge of the shipâs deck, the cool sea breeze tangling your hair and brushing against your skin. Kingâs Landing grew smaller and smaller in the distance, its towering red stone walls slowly vanishing into the horizon. The proud towers of the Red Keepâa place you had called home for so longâlooked smaller than ever before.
Your heart ached. No matter how much you had prepared for this moment, leaving was harder than you had expected.
You glanced over your shoulder. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sat on a cushioned bench, cradling your youngest brother, Joffrey, in her arms. Her face was calm but firm, her eyes distant as she gazed at the waves ahead. Her fingers gently stroked Joffreyâs back in soothing circles, and he yawned sleepily, his tiny hands curled into fists.
Laenor sat beside her, his gaze far away as well, though it was clear his thoughts were not on the sea. His fingers tapped against his leg in a slow, restless rhythm. He had always been like that â still on the surface but always moving within.
A soft sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against the shipâs railing, gripping the wood tightly. The familiar scents of Kingâs Landing â warm stone, horse sweat, and the faint tang of the harbor â were slowly replaced by the smell of salt and the endless sea.
You could still hear their voices in your head.
Aegonâs sharp, desperate words. âYouâll leave and forget about us.â
Aemondâs cold, cutting promise. âDonât lie to us.â
Their faces lingered in your mind. The hurt in their eyes. The way Aegonâs voice cracked when he realized you were really going. The way Aemond had stared at you without blinking, like he was trying to memorize every part of you before you disappeared.
You squeezed your eyes shut, inhaling deeply. Donât think about it. Donât think about them.
âAre you alright, my sweet girl?â
Your motherâs voice pulled you back to the present. You turned to see her gazing at you, her head tilted in that soft, motherly way. Concern filled her eyes.
You forced a small smile. âIâm fine, Mother.â
Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, as if she didnât quite believe you. But she didnât press you. Instead, she adjusted Joffrey in her arms and glanced at the sea.
âDragonstone will be different, but it will be home,â Rhaenyra said, her voice quiet but certain. Her eyes flicked to you, firm with the strength of a princess, but there was warmth in them too. âIt will be ours. No one will question us there.â
You nodded, but your eyes flickered back toward the shrinking shape of Kingâs Landing, still faint on the horizon. It didnât feel like victory. It felt like running away.
âDo you think theyâll miss us?â you asked suddenly, your voice barely more than a whisper.
Your motherâs eyes softened. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. Her thumb stroked your skin in slow, soothing motions, just as she had done for Joffrey.
âOf course they will,â she said. âBut itâs better this way. Away from the whispers. Away from the wolves.â
Her words were meant to comfort you, but they didnât. Aegon and Aemond were not wolves. They were your uncles. They were your family.
But as the ship sailed further into the vast, open sea, you knew that family was no longer something you could count on. It was something you had to leave behind.
The journey to Dragonstone had been long and exhausting. The sway of the ship still lingered in your legs as you stood at the base of the steep stone stairs leading up to the castle. The cool sea air, sharp with the scent of salt and smoke, whipped against your face, tugging at your hair and your cloak.
Dragonstone loomed above you like a shadowed giant, its sharp, jagged towers piercing the gray sky. The castle was nothing like the Red Keep. It was rough, ancient, and carved from volcanic rock, with dragon motifs curling along its battlements. It looked more like a beast lying in wait than a home.
Your legs felt heavy, each step requiring more effort than the last. The weight of the journey pressed down on you, and the chill of the sea clung to your bones. Every muscle in your body ached, but you kept moving forward, step by step. Your breath came out in soft, visible puffs, each exhale a sign of your exhaustion.
Ahead of you, your mother, Rhaenyra, ascended the stairs with quiet strength, her posture tall and regal despite her weariness. Her silver-gold hair caught the faint sunlight, glowing like a beacon of Targaryen pride. She did not falter. She never did. Beside her, Laenor carried little Joffrey in his arms, the boyâs head resting against his shoulder as he slept, oblivious to the world.
Your brothers, Jace and Luke, climbed ahead of you, racing each other up the stairs, laughing as though they had not spent days on a swaying ship. Their giggles echoed against the stone, breaking the quiet of the wind.
âCome on, slowpoke!â Luke called back to you, grinning mischievously. âWeâll reach the top before you!â
You rolled your eyes but couldnât help the small smile tugging at your lips. His energy was endless, even after everything. He always found joy, even in places where there was none.
âCareful, Lucerys,â your mother warned, her voice firm but gentle. âThe stairs are steep, and a fall from here would be your last.â
Luke slowed for a moment, his grin faltering, but he continued climbing at a more careful pace.
You took another step, feeling the ache in your legs, your hands gripping the sides of your cloak to keep it from getting tangled in your feet. The air grew colder the higher you climbed, and the wind howled louder. For a moment, you stopped to catch your breath, your eyes gazing up at the towers of Dragonstone.
It wasnât the warmth of home. Not like Kingâs Landing had been. It felt⌠distant. Quiet. Lonely.
A soft hand touched your back. You turned to see your mother beside you, her eyes filled with quiet understanding.
âJust a little more, sweet girl,â she said softly, her voice gentle as she brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. âThen we will rest. I promise.â
Her warmth gave you strength. You nodded, determination hardening your gaze, and you pushed forward, climbing the remaining stairs step by step. One step. Then another. Then another.
By the time you reached the top, your chest was heaving, and your legs felt as if they were made of stone. You stopped, placing your hands on your knees, gasping for breath.
But you had made it.
The great doors of Dragonstone stood before you â tall, dark, and unyielding. Two guards in black cloaks stood at attention, their spears firmly planted at their sides. As your mother approached, they moved aside, their eyes cast downward in respect.
Your mother glanced back at you, waiting patiently as you caught your breath. Her eyes were soft, filled with pride.
âYou did well,â she said, her lips curling into a small smile. âCome, let me show you your new home.â
With slow, deliberate steps, you followed her inside. The stone halls were dimly lit, the air cooler than you expected. The flickering light of torches danced along the walls, casting long shadows that twisted into the shapes of dragons. The air smelled of fire, ash, and sea salt.
As you walked, your fingers trailed along the cold, rough stone of the walls. It wasnât smooth like the polished marble of the Red Keep. It was raw, unrefined â but there was something powerful about it. It felt alive, ancient, as though the very stones remembered every king and queen who had lived here before you.
Your footsteps echoed through the grand halls. Luke and Jaceâs laughter faded into the distance as they ran ahead, their excitement filling the space like birdsong in a forest.
âNot too far,â your mother called after them. Her voice carried authority, and the echoes of it bounced off the high stone ceilings.
You gazed up at the vaulted arches overhead, wondering how many dragons had flown above them. How many dragons had been called here. You thought of Aegon and Aemond back in Kingâs Landing, their faces flashing in your mind like ghosts. Would they think of you too? Would they miss you as much as you already missed them?
You shook the thoughts away. This was your new home now. Dragonstone would be your fortress, your shelter, your sanctuary.
Your motherâs hand found yours again, fingers wrapping gently around yours as she guided you down the hall. Her warmth chased away the cold stone air.
âCome,â she said. âYou will have a room of your own with a view of the sea. Youâll hear the dragons at night, calling to each other.â
Her voice was soft but certain, like a lullaby.
You stepped into your new chamber, the faint creak of the heavy wooden door echoing behind you. The first thing that caught your attention was the wide, arched window on the far wall. Golden sunlight streamed through it, illuminating the cold, gray stone of the room with a soft, warm glow. You approached it slowly, drawn to the view beyond.
Stretching out before you was an endless expanse of blue â the sea, vast and unyielding, glittering like a field of sapphires beneath the midday sun. The waves rolled in a steady rhythm, their distant crashes against the shore like a song that only the sea could sing. The salty breeze brushed softly against your face, carrying with it the faint call of gulls and the distant, guttural roars of dragons from beyond the cliffs.
Your gaze lingered there for a moment longer. It was beautiful, but it was not the view you were used to. The sprawl of Kingâs Landing, with its bustling streets and crowded markets, had always been full of life, movement, and noise. Dragonstone was different. Quieter. Wilder. Lonely.
Behind you, you heard the soft rustling of fabric as one of your maids entered, carrying a small trunk of your belongings. She set it down near the large wooden bed before bowing her head. âShall I help you unpack, my lady?â she asked softly, her voice respectful but distant.
You glanced back at her and gave a small nod. âYes, please.â
For the next hour, you worked together, pulling out dresses, cloaks, and trinkets from your old life. The maid carefully folded each gown and placed them in the carved oak wardrobe by the wall. You arranged your personal items on the wooden shelf near the bed â a small figurine that Jace had given you on your nameday, a silver hair comb from your mother, and a bundle of pressed flowers from Kingâs Landing, gifted by Aegon before your departure. You ran your fingers over the dried petals, their colors faded but still soft to the touch.
âDo you miss them, my lady?â the maid asked as she smoothed the wrinkles from a cloak. Her voice was quiet but curious.
You blinked, glancing over at her. You didnât need to ask who she meant. âYes,â you admitted softly, fingers still resting on the dried flowers. âI miss them very much.â
Her eyes flickered with understanding. âYouâll get used to it,â she said gently, folding the cloak and placing it neatly on the shelf. âDragonstone has a way of growing on you. The quiet isnât so bad once you learn to listen to it.â
You glanced back toward the window. The sound of waves crashing below was constant, like a heartbeat. Slow. Steady. Eternal.
The days at Dragonstone passed slowly. Each morning, you woke to the sound of distant dragon calls echoing across the cliffs. The chill of the stone floor nipped at your feet as you rose from your bed. It had been almost a week since your arrival, but the silence still felt strange. Back in Kingâs Landing, every day had been filled with noise â the clamor of horses, the calls of merchants, and the ever-present hum of people gossiping in the halls.
Here, there was only the sea, the wind, and the dragons.
You spent much of your time walking through the castle gardens, such as they were. The âgardensâ of Dragonstone were not like the lush, colorful gardens of Kingâs Landing. There were no roses or delicate lilies, no chirping birds or marble fountains. Instead, there were hardy plants and wildflowers that grew in the cracks of stone and the shallow soil near the cliffs. Lavender, thistles, and wild grasses swayed in the wind, strong and resilient, just like the people who lived here.
You often found yourself drawn to one particular path that led to the edge of the cliffs. From there, you could see the sea stretching endlessly in every direction. The spray of saltwater brushed against your skin when the waves crashed against the rocks below. Sometimes, you would spot the dragons flying overhead â shadows moving across the clouds with the beating of mighty wings.
âIt feels as though the world is holding its breath,â you thought to yourself as you gazed out at the sea one afternoon. The wind tugged at your hair, carrying with it the distant roar of a dragon. It wasnât like Kingâs Landing, where there was always something happening. Here, everything was slower. Quieter. Too quiet.
At times, you wondered if your uncles missed you. Aegon and Aemond had been the hardest to leave behind. Aegon, with his carefree charm and playful smirks, had always found ways to make you laugh, bringing you little gifts or flowers as if you were a princess in one of his songs. Aemond, quieter but no less thoughtful, had a way of watching over you without saying a word. His gifts were more deliberate â a book, a polished stone, a carved figure of a dragon. He never said much, but he was always there.
You wondered if they felt your absence as much as you felt theirs.
One afternoon, as you sat near the cliffs, pulling wildflowers from the cracks in the stone, Jace and Luke ran up to you, breathless from play. Their cheeks were flushed, and their hair stuck out in wild tufts from the sea breeze.
âCome see!â Luke shouted, grabbing your hand and tugging at you. âThereâs a cave! Jace found it, and it looks like dragon eggs might be inside!â
You arched an eyebrow, doubt flickering across your face. âDragon eggs?â
Jace crossed his arms, his face filled with pride. âIt could be! Maester says dragons sometimes leave them hidden in caves. Come on, you have to see it!â
They pulled you along, their excitement too strong to resist. Their laughter echoed down the stone corridors as they guided you toward the cliffs. For the first time in days, you felt something stir in your heart â a flicker of joy, of adventure, of belonging.
When you reached the cave, it was little more than a hollow carved into the side of the cliff, narrow and dark. Luke was already crawling inside, calling back to you, âCome on, itâs not that small!â
You crouched down, looking into the caveâs narrow entrance. It was damp, the air thick with the smell of wet stone and seaweed. Jace crouched beside you, his eyes bright with mischief.
âAre you afraid?â he asked, his grin teasing.
âOf course not,â you said, raising your chin. âBut if a dragon is hiding in there, I hope it eats you first.â
Jace laughed, and the sound was so familiar â so normal. You followed them inside, your heart thudding in your chest. For the first time since arriving at Dragonstone, it didnât feel so lonely.
That night, as you sat around the dining table with your family, the dim glow of the hearthfire flickered softly against the stone walls of Dragonstoneâs dining hall. The quiet hum of dinner conversation was broken by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.
One of the guards entered, his armor clinking softly with every step. He bowed his head respectfully before approaching your mother, Rhaenyra, and placed a sealed letter in her hand. The wax seal bore the mark of House Velaryon â the sigil of the seahorse pressed into deep blue wax.
âFrom Driftmark, my princess,â the guard announced before stepping back into position by the door.
Rhaenyraâs eyes lingered on the seal for a moment longer than usual, her thumb brushing over it slowly. Something about it made her pause. Her brows furrowed slightly as she broke the seal and unfolded the letter, her eyes scanning the words with growing intensity.
The room grew quiet.
You glanced at your mother, watching her face shift from calm focus to something more troubled â her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes hardening. Her fingers tensed on the parchment.
âWhat is it?â Laenor asked from across the table, his gaze narrowing in concern. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes locked on her.
Your mother didnât answer immediately. Her gaze flickered to you, Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Her eyes softened, but there was something in them you didnât quite understand â something distant. She glanced at Laenor and then back at the letter in her hand, as if weighing her words.
Finally, she took a steady breath and folded the letter in her lap. Her gaze remained downcast for a moment longer before she lifted her eyes to meet Laenorâs.
âLeana is dead,â she said softly, her voice steady but burdened with grief.
The silence that followed was absolute. You felt a chill crawl up your spine as the weight of her words settled into the room. Your hands, which had been resting on the table, slowly curled into fists on your lap.
âNo,â Laenor muttered, his face contorting in disbelief. He blinked several times, as if trying to convince himself he had misheard her. His lips parted, his breathing growing unsteady. âNo, that canât be right.â
Rhaenyraâs eyes met his with quiet sorrow. âShe died in childbirth.â Her voice was gentle, but her words cut sharper than any blade. âThe babe did not survive either.â
Laenorâs face crumpled. His hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly his knuckles turned white. He hung his head, his shoulders trembling. His breath came in shallow, uneven huffs as he tried to contain himself, but his grief was too heavy. He closed his eyes, as if doing so might block out the pain.
Your heart ached as you watched him. Leana was his sister. And though you had not known her as well as he had, you knew what family meant.
Jace and Luke looked at each other, both confused and worried. Luke tugged at Jaceâs sleeve, whispering, âWhat does it mean? What happened to Auntie Leana?â
Jace didnât answer. His face was blank, his eyes distant, but you could see the subtle shift in his expression â the quiet understanding that someone was gone, someone important.
Your mother reached for Laenorâs hand, her fingers curling over his knuckles. She squeezed gently. âCorlys and Rhaenys have called for us to attend the funeral tomorrow at Driftmark.â
Driftmark.
The name of the Velaryon seat rang in your mind like a distant bell. It was a place youâd only visited a few times, but you remembered its rocky shores and stormy skies. It wasnât a place of warmth. It was a place of power, of salt and stone.
Laenor said nothing for a long time. His head remained bowed, his breath shallow but steady. His other hand ran down his face, wiping at his eyes. Youâd never seen him like this before â broken.
âIâll be ready,â he muttered at last, his voice strained. He didnât look up.
Your mother gave his hand another squeeze before letting go. Her eyes flickered back to you and your brothers. Her gaze was soft but firm. âYou will all accompany us.â
You nodded, your throat tight. You felt something heavy in your chest â an ache you didnât fully understand. It wasnât your grief, not really. But it was the grief of your family, and you felt its weight all the same.
Luke sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Jaceâs jaw was tight, his hands folded in front of him. You glanced at Joffrey in his cradle, still too young to understand the weight of the world he had been born into.
That night, the warmth of the hearth didnât feel as strong. The food tasted duller. The quietness of the hall felt heavier.
You went to bed early, curling into your blankets, but sleep did not come easily. Images of the sea filled your mind â crashing waves and distant cliffs, the stormy shores of Driftmark. You wondered if Leana had been afraid, if she had known her end was near. You wondered if she had called for her daughters, or for Daemon.
Daemon.
You thought of him too. You had only met him a few times, but he was impossible to forget. Daemon Targaryen was fire wrapped in flesh â dangerous, unpredictable, and wild. He had a look in his eyes like he belonged to no one but himself.
Would he be at Driftmark tomorrow?
The thought of it stirred something uneasy in your heart.
Tomorrow, you would stand on those cold, stormy shores. You would watch the sea claim another soul. And you knew, deep down, that nothing would ever be the same after that.
Driftmark greeted you with an atmosphere as heavy as the waves crashing against its jagged shores. The sea, usually an endless expanse of strength and power, seemed furious today â its waves clawing at the rocks as if mourning alongside the living. The sky was a dull gray, mirroring the somber mood that hung over the island.
You sat in the carriage beside your mother and father, the rhythmic clatter of the horsesâ hooves blending with the distant roar of the sea. The inside of the carriage was silent, save for the faint creak of its wooden frame as it swayed gently with every turn.
Your eyes drifted to your father, who sat across from you, his head leaning back against the cushioned seat. His face was pale, his usually vibrant expression replaced by one of emptiness.
Laenor Velaryon â a man known for his charm and laughter â looked hollow. His eyes were rimmed with red, and his cheeks bore the faint traces of dried tears. You had never seen him like this before. It was unsettling to see someone so full of life now sitting so still, so consumed by grief.
You didnât know what to say. You wanted to comfort him, to reach out and take his hand, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you settled for watching him, hoping your silent presence would be enough.
Your mother, Rhaenyra, sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm. She didnât speak either, but her eyes were filled with quiet concern as they flickered between him and the window. You could tell she wanted to ease his pain, but she, too, seemed unsure of how to reach him.
The carriage jolted slightly as it hit a bump in the road, pulling Laenor from his thoughts. His gaze shifted to the window, where the jagged cliffs of Driftmark loomed closer. The great castle of High Tide was visible in the distance, its dark silhouette standing firm against the restless sea.
âShe loved this place,â Laenor muttered suddenly, his voice hoarse.
Your mother turned to him, her brows furrowing. âWhat?â
âLaena,â he said, his voice cracking as he spoke her name. âShe loved Driftmark. Even when we were children. She would always run to the cliffs, no matter how many times she was told it was dangerous.â He let out a soft, bitter laugh. âShe wasnât afraid of anything.â
Rhaenyraâs expression softened, and she reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. âShe was brave,â she agreed quietly. âA true Velaryon.â
Laenor nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on the window. You could see the grief etched into every line of his face, the weight of loss bearing down on him like a storm.
You glanced back out the window, watching as the sea grew closer. The salty air stung your nostrils, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled your ears. It felt as if the island itself was mourning.
As the carriage slowed to a halt in the courtyard of High Tide, you took a deep breath and looked at your father one last time before stepping out. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes distant, but he managed to rise and follow your mother without a word.
The courtyard was bustling with activity, mourners dressed in black moving solemnly toward the castle. You spotted Corlys Velaryon, your grandfather, standing at the entrance, his face grim and unreadable. Beside him was Rhaenys, your grandmother, her expression a mask of calm composure, though her red-rimmed eyes betrayed her sorrow.
The world felt heavier here, as if Driftmark itself was bowing under the weight of grief. You felt small amidst it all â a child in a world of sorrow and loss.
Your mother reached for your hand, guiding you toward the entrance. The sound of the sea grew louder in your ears, and you couldnât help but glance over your shoulder at the cliffs in the distance. Somewhere out there, the waves would soon claim your auntâs body, taking her back to the sea she had loved so much.
Before the ceremony began, you found yourself wandering through the courtyard of High Tide, the somber atmosphere weighing heavily on your small frame. The salty breeze carried whispers of grief, mingling with the faint murmur of guests gathering for the funeral.
Your eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on two familiar figuresâyour uncles, Aegon and Aemond. They stood near one of the stone archways, their silver hair catching the dim light. But something felt off.
Neither of them looked at you, nor did they greet you. Aegon stared off into the distance, his expression unreadable, while Aemondâs face was stoic, his arms crossed over his chest. They didnât smile, didnât acknowledge your presenceâas if you were invisible to them.
Your heart sank a little, confusion and hurt bubbling inside you. Had you done something wrong?
Before you could muster the courage to approach them, a soft voice called your name. Turning, you saw Alicent, your grandmother, walking toward you. She looked elegant even in her mourning attire, her emerald-green dress a stark contrast to the black-clad mourners around her.
When she reached you, she bent slightly to meet your gaze, her face softening into a warm smile. âMy sweet girl,â she said, her tone gentle. âIâve missed you so much.â
You managed a small smile in return, her familiar presence soothing some of your unease. âIâve missed you too, your grace,â you replied.
Alicent reached out and brushed a strand of hair from your face. âYouâve grown even more beautiful,â she said, her voice tinged with pride. Then, with a glance toward your uncles, her expression turned more serious.
âTheyâll come around,â she said softly, as if sensing your thoughts. âAegon and Aemond⌠theyâre still upset about you leaving for Dragonstone. They donât understand why you had to go.â
Her words made your chest tighten. âI didnât want to leave,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.
âI know,â Alicent said, cupping your cheek. âBut you did what was rightâwhat your mother needed. Theyâll see that in time.â
You nodded, though the ache in your heart didnât fade completely. Alicent gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you into a gentle hug. Her warmth was a small comfort amidst the cold grief that surrounded you.
When she released you, she smoothed down her dress and said, âCome now, let us go inside. The ceremony will begin soon.â
As she guided you toward the hall, you stole one last glance at Aegon and Aemond. Aegon was still distant, his gaze unfocused, while Aemondâs jaw was tight, his expression unreadable. They didnât look your way as you passed, but you held onto Alicentâs words, hoping that one day, things would be as they once were.
The funeral ceremony had concluded, leaving the air heavy with sorrow and the salty tang of the sea. You found yourself seated on a stone bench near the gardens of High Tide, the faint crash of waves providing a somber backdrop.
Beside you sat Baela and Rhaena, their faces still streaked with tears as they clung to one another. You placed a comforting hand on Baelaâs, your voice gentle as you spoke.
âEverything will be alright,â you said, though a part of you wasnât entirely sure. The weight of grief hung thick in the air, and you could feel the tension between the gathered family members. Still, you wanted to provide some comfort for the two girls who had just lost their mother.
Baela gave you a small, grateful smile, though her eyes betrayed her heartbreak. Rhaena leaned against her twin, her silence speaking volumes.
As you turned your gaze away from them to let them grieve in peace, a strange sensation washed over youâa feeling of being watched.
You shifted uneasily, your hands fidgeting in your lap, and slowly turned your head to search for the source of the sensation. Your eyes scanned the gathered mourners, the stone walls, and the shadows of the hall⌠until they landed on Daemon Targaryen.
He stood apart from the others, his arms crossed over his chest, his silver hair catching the dim light of the torches. His piercing gaze was fixed on you, his expression unreadable.
There was nothing harsh or threatening in his eyes, but the intensity of his stare made your heartbeat quicken. He wasnât looking at anyone elseâjust you.
You quickly looked away, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Why was he watching you? What did he see?
Baela noticed your shift in demeanor and placed a hand on your arm. âWhatâs wrong?â she asked softly, her voice filled with concern.
âNothing,â you replied quickly, forcing a small smile. âJust tired.â
Baela nodded, accepting your answer, but as the night wore on, you couldnât shake the feeling of Daemonâs eyes following you. Even as the mourners began to disperse and the hall grew quieter, his presence lingered in your thoughts.
You returned to the chamber your grandfather had arranged for you, the weight of the day still heavy on your shoulders. When you opened the door, a wave of relief washed over you as you spotted Helaena sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked up at you with her usual soft, dreamlike smile, and you couldnât help but smile back.
âHelaena!â you exclaimed, running over to her. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
âI missed you,â she said quietly, resting her chin on your shoulder.
âI missed you too,â you replied, pulling back slightly to look at her. âIt feels like itâs been so long.â
Helaena nodded, her violet eyes shimmering with a mixture of joy and melancholy. âThe Red Keep feels different without you. Itâs quieter.â
You both sat down on the bed, the dayâs exhaustion momentarily forgotten as you caught up with her. Helaena talked about her days in the Keep, how she spent her time wandering the gardens, chasing butterflies, and reading in her favorite hidden corners. You told her about the journey to Dragonstone and how much you missed having her by your side.
The hours seemed to melt away as the two of you laughed and shared secrets, just as you always did. There was a sense of comfort in being with Helaenaâa feeling that, no matter what happened in the world outside, you would always have each other.
When the moon hung high in the sky and the candles burned low, Helaena glanced at you hesitantly. âDo you mind if I stay here tonight?â she asked softly. âI donât really want to be alone.â
You smiled warmly and nodded. âIâd like that. I donât want to be alone either.â
Helaenaâs face lit up at your response, and she quickly moved to lie down beside you. You both snuggled under the thick blankets, the chill of Driftmarkâs sea air forgotten in the warmth of your shared companionship.
As you lay there, you felt her hand brush against yours, and you turned to see her staring up at the ceiling. âDo you think things will ever go back to how they were before?â she whispered, her voice barely audible.
You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. âMaybe not,â you admitted softly. âBut as long as we have each other, itâll be alright.â
Helaena turned her head to look at you, her lips curving into a small smile. âYouâre right,â she said, her voice filled with quiet determination.
With that, the two of you closed your eyes, the bond between you stronger than ever. The world outside might have been chaotic and uncertain, but here, in this small room, you found peace.
The sharp knock on your door stirred you from your sleep. The darkness outside the window told you it was still deep in the night. Confused and slightly disoriented, you got up and opened the door to find Ser Criston Cole standing there, his expression grim and urgent.
âPrincesses you must come to the grand hall at once,â he said, his voice low but commanding.
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked, a knot forming in your stomach.
âPrince Aemond has been injured. Gravely,â he replied, refusing to elaborate further.
Your breath hitched as you quickly woke Helaena, explaining as best as you could before the two of you hurried down the dimly lit corridors of Driftmark. The tension in the air seemed to grow heavier with every step, and your heart pounded with dread.
When you entered the grand hall, the sight before you made you stop in your tracks. The room was a whirlwind of chaos and emotions. Your mother, Rhaenyra, stood protectively in front of Luke, who looked shaken but defiant. Blood smeared his face, his small hands trembling at his sides. Across the room, Alicent knelt beside Aemond, whose face was partially obscured by a bloodied cloth. Even from the distance, you could see the raw wound where his left eye had been.
Your heart sank. The sight of Aemondâproud, cold Aemondâreduced to this state sent a pang of guilt and sadness through you. But then Alicentâs voice broke through, sharp and accusatory.
âYour son,â she hissed, pointing at Luke, âhas maimed mine. He has taken his eye!â
Your motherâs voice was equally sharp as she retorted, âYour son provoked him! He called my sons bastards! He stole Vhagar from Baela and Rhaena without a thought!â
The words hit you like a blow, and your gaze instinctively turned to Aemond. His remaining eye burned with fury, but beneath it, you could see something elseâpain and anger, yes, but also a sense of defiance.
âIs it a lie?â Aemondâs voice, though pained, was clear and strong. âThey are bastards.â
The words made your chest tighten painfully, and you looked toward Aegon, who stood beside his brother. His face was stony, but he didnât deny the accusation.
The air grew thick with tension as you stood there, caught between your loyalty to your family and the ache in your heart for your uncles. Your hands trembled slightly as you tried to keep your emotions in check.
âWhy would you say that?â you finally managed, your voice quiet but filled with hurt as you looked at Aemond and then at Aegon. âWhy would you say something so cruel?â
Neither of them answered, but Aemondâs eye met yours, and for a brief moment, you saw something flicker thereâregret, perhaps? Or maybe it was just the pain from his injury.
âEnough!â came the voice of King Viserys, who had entered the hall, his face pale and his expression furious. âThis family has bled enough tonight! I will have no more accusations, no more fighting!â
But even as the King demanded peace, the damage was done. The rift between the two sides of your family deepened that night, and though you tried to hide it, the pain lingered in your chest. The words they had spoken echoed in your mind long after the hall had fallen silent.
The salty sea breeze brushed against your face as you stood on the edge of the Driftmark dock, watching the sails of the departing ships grow smaller in the distance. Above them, the silhouettes of three dragons glided across the skies, the mighty beasts casting long shadows on the waves below. Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena were leaving, and with them, any fragile semblance of unity that once existed in your family.
You stood beside your mother, her face stoic but her eyes betraying the turmoil within. Blood had been spilled, bonds had been broken, and the rift between your family and the Greens seemed irreparable now.
For a moment, you turned your gaze to Daemon, who stood not far from you and your mother. He leaned casually against a pillar, his expression unreadable, but his presence was a reminder of the man who had always been on the edges of your life, observing but rarely intervening.
Looking back at the horizon, you let out a quiet sigh. âMay I go check on Luke?â you asked, turning to your mother.
Rhaenyra tore her gaze away from the sea to look at you. Her lips curved into a small, strained smile as she nodded. âOf course, my sweet girl. Make sure he knows heâs safe.â
You curtsied lightly before stepping away, your steps echoing softly against the stone dock as you made your way back toward the castle. Your heart ached for Luke, who must be feeling the weight of everything that had transpired. Aemondâs eye was gone, and Lukeâs actionsâthough unintentionalâhad caused it.
As you entered the castle, the cool, dim corridors wrapped around you like a protective shield. You found Luke sitting in a small alcove near one of the windows, his knees pulled to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. His face was buried, but his quiet sniffles reached your ears.
âLuke,â you called softly, your voice gentle as you approached him.
He lifted his head slightly, his tear-streaked face turning toward you. âItâs all my fault,â he whispered, his voice trembling. âI didnât mean to⌠I didnât mean to hurt him.â
You knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. âI know you didnât,â you said, your voice soothing. âBut it wasnât just your fault. Aemond made his choices too. What happened was a tragedy, but it doesnât make you a bad person, Luke.â
He looked at you, his wide, innocent eyes searching for reassurance. âDo you think heâll hate me forever?â
You hesitated, knowing the truth was more complicated than a simple yes or no. âI donât know what Aemond will feel in the future,â you admitted honestly. âBut what matters now is that weâre a family, and we stand by each other. Youâre not alone, Luke. None of us are.â
He leaned into you, seeking comfort, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. In the aftermath of chaos, all you could do was offer him your strength and hope that, in time, the wounds within your family might begin to heal.
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I love waking up and reading your Richonne posts. You pretty much hit on every scene and I am so thankful for that.
Could you go over maybe a 2 part take of what you think had happened during the months of them getting to know each other during the prison times. Also, the months they got close together in Alexandria before they became official. Since, the show robbed of us seeing those scenes. I would love to hear your detailed theory on it because you know these two characters so well!
A 2-parter? Youâre speaking my language, anon. đ Thank you for this message. đđ˝ And for some reason my mind read this ask and added in âa detailed play-by-playâ of what I think happened and so thatâs pretty much what I ended up writing. Starting with Part One - the time in between Seasons 3 and 4 at the prison that led to Rick and Michonne being like this in the season 4 premiere âŹď¸đ:
I always like to think about what specific context from the actual show could most inform these type of unseen scenarios and then shape what I envision from there. So I first started thinking about where Rick and Michonne landed in the season 3 finale.Â
If I remember correctly they both rode in the car together after saying their goodbyes to Andrea, and Daryl drove the bus. I feel like that car ride might have laid another small stepping stone toward growing Rick and Michonneâs fondness for each other. I donât imagine that they even talked much in the car because it was a somber vibe after losing Andrea. But I can picture Rick seeing Michonne quietly emotional in the car, and for reasons heâs not fully aware of yet seeing her upset affects him and his want to comfort her is stronger than heâd expect.
I can picture something like when they pull up to the prison after Woodbury, Rick just lets her know that Andrea isnât the only one who thinks itâs good that Michonne found them. And the silence after is so clearly his âIâm glad too.â But you know how back then Rick tended to say something that felt like it was almost going to be a profession about his fondness for her but then heâd sorta retreat - I think heâd do that and just add that they all are glad sheâs with them. And Michonne would just give an appreciative smile and walk away because sheâd still be pretty heartbroken over losing yet another person she cared about.Â
Then I think going forward, that loss, on top of the loss of her boyfriend and baby, makes Michonne maintain a friendly distance from everyone in team family for a while. Like sheâs always keeping herself busy by independently tending to tasks that help around the prison, going on runs, and trying to track down The Governor. But Rick still keeps an eye on her from afar.
And if I remember correctly, because itâs been a minute since Iâve watched these seasons, Rick and Michonne both werenât members of that new committee that was formed. So I can imagine that maybe there were times when some of the other people closest to them were in meetings or away which may have prompted Rick and Michonne to chat a bit more - but still keeping it light and brief, not having extended conversations yet. Perhaps both would find themselves observing each other at times - Michonne seeing Rick out farming, Rick seeing Michonne out taking down walkers around the prisonâs perimeter. Except maybe not watching her with binoculars this time lol.
Then, going off of info from s4, I think during these months that we didnât see something that mightâve slowly but surely made Michonne lessen some of her lone wolf ways is when Daryl asks her to join him on runs. She agrees to go with him and they build a friendship.
And then whenever Michonne is back at the prison she starts getting closer to Carl too because they bond over things like books and comics. And perhaps Michonne and Carl especially bond when she brings back a bag of candy for him after one of her runs. They share some together and learn Michonne doesnât mind the stale M&M's, and that becomes a running joke between them. đ
So with Michonne getting closer to two of the people closest to Rick - Carl and Daryl - that starts bringing Rick and Michonne around each other more often too in a more social context. And this is where that crush we saw had clearly formed by the s4 premiere really starts taking root.
Like Michonne and Carl build this really natural, lighthearted, playful rapport and then it leads to Michonne lightly joking with Rick too. I picture that Rick is a bit bashful around her but they still occasionally have that flirty subtle-but-not-subtle âmustâve been something else thenâ/âyou want to driveâ type exchanges.
And Daryl definitely peeps these moments at times and knows you donât even have to be an observant tracker to pick up on the stuff between Rick and Michonne. But he keeps those observations to himself...for the most part lol.
Michonne has playful banter with Daryl too but subconsciously she can feel that her exchanges with Rick feel different. And Rick loves it whenever Michonne spends time with them around the prison. It feels like family.Â
Other TWD scenes that I think give a glimpse into what that time between s3 and s4 might've looked like are when Rick asks if sheâs okay after she hurts her ankle, and when Rick washes up and asks if Michonne needs help with cleaning up those walker bodies. Lots of exchanges like that going on. Showing they care and like each other but are moving slowly toward really getting close.
And through these exchanges - of which itâs rarely ever just the two of them in private because Carl or people are usually always around - Rick and Michonne start to pick up on more and more things they like about each other.
I like to imagine that perhaps whenever the community had some downtime in the evenings or nights, itâd so often end up being Michonne, Carl, and Rick hanging around each other. With Judith there too sometimes, who Michonne seems to keep this subtle distance from as the baby triggers too painful a wound.Â
But when Michonne starts to really care for them and feels herself getting closer to them - finding herself thinking about Rick and Carl while on runs and looking forward to their little exchanges - she starts going out further and further to look for the Governor - and subconsciously, part of that is to distance herself.
Rick isnât crazy about her going off alone to find a certified madman but only really shows his disagreement in facial expression and maybe an occasional remark to Daryl about how he wants her to be safe. (And Daryl knows Rick wants that and more when it comes to Michonne, ijs.).
Maybe one time Rick does mention to Michonne that she doesnât have to go out so much or so far but sheâs adamant that it is something she has to do - hence why she makes that âItâs worth a shot" comment when sheâs talking to Rick and Daryl in the s4 premiere.
She might already know Rick feels a type of way about her going on these missions cuz he briefly mentioned it before (and because he can't help but wear his emotions right on his face lol), but her subconscious also knows that staying around Rick too long is too vulnerable and wakes up too much within her that she thought died a while ago.Â
Finally, I picture that thereâs one night when Rick, Michonne, and Carl are just enjoying some downtime chatting together as usual but then either Carl falls asleep or somehow he leaves to talk with one of the kids around the prison and itâs a rare moment where itâs just Rick and Michonne together.
And that night they start talking on a more personal level. They donât divulge their life stories or anything because I donât think they really deep-dived into getting to know each other like that until the second half of season 4. But in this conversation, they do open up just a bit more and give more insight into how they think and operate, which they refreshingly find to be quite similar. And in the areas they learn that theyâre different - they find that refreshing too.
And I like to think that their talk on this one night was one of those things where -Â you know how people say they were conversing with their person in the early stages of getting to know them and they just never wanted the moment to end and they could have stayed talking to that person forever and damn near do talk to them for more hours than they realized? It was like that.Â
Rick and Michonne both know in the deeper parts of their psyche that spending that time together just felt right. Falling for each other is still something they're doing subconsciously rather than cognizantly at this point, but what they are aware of is that they do enjoy each other a lot. And how right it feels to spend time with each other also subconsciously scares them a bit. Almost like itâs too right too fast. So those walls go right back up after that conversation ends and they donât really get a chance to talk on that personal of a level again until the prison falls.
Even though deep down both of them really would like to have that time together again, and low-key Rick is so eager for another chance to just be around her like that, that just hearing her riding back from one of her outings has him springing up from his farming session with Hershel in order to run and greet her and ask if sheâs going to stay a little while.Â
And thatâs my take on what I think happened between Richonne in the time between season 3 and season 4. đđ˝đ
And Anon, you know youâve tempted me with a good time by asking to have a part two about the time between No Way Out and Richonneâs canon episode The Next World. So I'll try and have a (possibly less lengthy đ
) Part Two on the way soon. đ
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"If you had to be given two set of wish what would you do with them?"
She asked her voice calm and soft.Like a instrument playing it melody in the warm air.The pink haired boy,puzzled at her question,As his eyes kept staring at the beautiful clouds.The sky filled with it rich colors.
As both of them were laying down on the grass field,hearing the sound of nature pass through them, and watching the sky pass time in peace.
"Hmm?. . ." She hums again to regain his thought about her question.
He shrugs,his red orbs glances at your figure next to him,Completely recognize how your face look at the moment. . .
So memorizing,and full of light; you had a vibe that even the littlest bird was attached to,even he was too.Someone like him the total contrast to you was attached to your glow. Your voice breaks his thought and made him retreat his glaze up to the cloud again.
A little bit of redness colored his cheeks.
"One of my wishes is that No matter how far one could be,they would have a red strings that connect them to their lover or their future lover-but a different color for Other important people" She hums, agreeing with her own words,sukuna ponder a bit on what you said.A huff out.
'What a dumb thing to waste a wish on' he thinks.
" the other one is that Everyone gets Lives happily,because that to me is one of the best things of all." She said with a confident smile,as you bring up your arm in the air-opening your palm like your going to grab the cloud just by looking at it. Sukuna couldn't help but rolls his eyes. He and you were obviously different in every sort of aspect,like just how you think.
As he look at you and you make eye contact,he couldnt make but be admire for how you think positive in a fucked up world. The way you smile at him,made him completely weak. . You blinded him with your pureness.You make him want to protect that part of you from the horrors he had to go through.
He remove his stare and lend up his position,Now into a siding position,his blood like eyes,staring into the grass,it vibrant color fitted the color of the sun rays.
"I'll wish for . . . to rule the world and for you" He paused his word,his heart beating faster than it was normally.It was always happens when ever he thought about you,As his hand clenches his chest,to stop this feeling,his action his body was feeling.
'Was this your doing?. ."
He sense your eyes on him and your body motion to be closer to him.As you sit close to him,hearing him. "Hmm? For me to. . ?" He quickly answer to not look like a fool.
"For you to be by my side when I do" He says,as he coughs up to regain his confediance. You stayed quiet for a few seconds before a huge smile appears on your beautiful face. Your lips slips the blissful sound giggles.And he couldn't help but get annoyed at himself for not saying anything to you. Was he that weak to your touch. Your head leans on his shoulder, wiping the fake tears.
"What is so funny to you brat" He spoke out,his words not filled with a harsh tone.You shake your head,letting out a huff of a laugh. "I just thought of how weird it would be calling you-" You pause, adjusting your tone first. "Your highness Sukuna ryoman, at your service" You said with a playful mockery. He bluffs out in annoyances.
"whatever brat,but that is something your gonna have to get used to if I rule the world" He says with a casual tone.A sly smirk forming in his face as he imagine those rotten of villagers that treated like he was monster,begging for mercy.
You both enjoyed the comfort of each other.The sounds of the wind breezing,the bird chirping to each other. After a moment or two you cut the silence.
She hums in agreement. If you had look at his ears, you wouldve have seen the redness of them.He was very in fact still, stiff.Because your body warmth was very much spreading it warmth onto him, he could hear how gentlely your breathing was, how calm your heart beat against your chest.
"So what would be your second wish???" Your voice filled with curiosity,and with colors.
"I- I don't know. . . " He whisper, confused of himself, What would he use the second for. But if he had already has the world in his hands what was would he want. This was the first he had to think hard.
"You don't know?!" Your shocked lanced your voice. "You, Sukuna, the smartest man I know doesn't know what he will use his second wish on???"
He scoff out before pushing him off his shoulder,and that action of his made you laugh out loud. "shut it Punk" he murmur loudly.
Laughing out loud,you didn't hear him.Nor see his expressions.But right that moment he had a small smile on his usual stern face.
'one day I'll know it, and tell you punk' he thinks.
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"That one day,finally came. . . " Sukuna four blood like eyes staring at the moon, the glow of the moon; showers him. As the blood on his body wasnt impossible to miss,it made his monsterous body appear more terrorifiy to any creature.
He stares a little more longer,before closely his eyes. But all he could see was your blood seeping into his clothes and staining his arms.
Oh how he loathes that day,he loathes how weak he was that day.That very day when you saved him, The day where it shoulve been him that his blood touch those moon light room.
Clenching his fist so hard,creating new wounds,letting his warm liquid of blood drip down his knuckles.As he turns around frustrated with himself.
He was able to rule the world,but at what cost was this for?.. He wasnt even able to protect your light against his darkness.
As he reach his estate,not giving a fuck about the servants,killing some of them that annoys him.His body taking him to whatever place it desires. The next thing he was in front of the pound in the garden.The moon reflect the beautiful reflection of two koi fishes dancing around each other.
A flash of a memory pops up. âËâĄ
"Oh come on,Donât be like that!! I promise that once you learned how to move your old man body that it-" You spoke with a playful smile.Your voice having a bit of a teasing tone ,when he interpret you.
The town was having their traditional festive dance.The moon night shining it rays. But sukuna had already plan to not go to those stupid events.But already guessing that he couldnt get you away from him,you had drag him in a section where it was just the two of you. But the music playing by the town folk was more clearly from where was he was.
"Fuck off brat" he mutter as his hands awkwardly put one his hand on your small waist.His eyes avoiding your eyes,his ears were particularly glowing red like his eyes.But it wouldn't take anyone else to see that with how the torches light up this section was.
You couldn't help but smirk, sensing his resistance crumbling. "Oh, come on, old man!" you teased, your voice filled with playful confidence. His face curled into a annoyance,as he grunts at your comment about how his old.He hand on your waist was slipping out of your touch.As you gently grabbed it from him,putting ut back where it supposed to be at.Looking at him with a plea.
"Just one dance won't kill you. It's not like you have anything better to do, anyway." You leaned closer to him, your body subtly swaying to the rhythm of the distant music.He got silent and let you control his movements.
His body matches your movements in such a flow of that of a water flow;his stern expression staring at your eyes.Making eye contact the moon light shining against your face making you seem like a angel in his presence.
Your breath felt mingle with his; your mind felt hypnotize with his red orbs staring at you. Those eyes were placing a spell on you,your heart skipping a beat. He really was as terrifying as he was beautiful; it was scary how he was able to take your breath away just like this. The villagers were right he was a devil, but a beautiful one at best.
His calloused hand felt firm yet gentle on your back, guiding you through the dance. His heart racing; warmth spreading through out his body.
The music played on, its gentle cadence intertwining with the rhythm of his movements. The villagers saw a ruthless warrior, but you witnessed the subtle fragility held within the depths of his intense eyes.
His movements, though initially hesitant, became more fluid and confident. He twirled you like a princess, a sly smile gracing his lips.
You couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a mix of joy and anticipation. As he bent you backward, your hair danced freely in the gentle breeze, and your heart skipped a beat. His arms held you securely, as if he was willing to catch you forever.
Sukuna held you there,his face close against yours.The world seem to pause for you and for him. The music that was playing barely even noticed.All that could be heard was their hearts beating.There eyes attached onto each other.
âArent you full of tricks,Sukunaâ You say almost breathlessly.pausing to catch your breath. As sukuna eyes gazes down at your soft lips. âI guess . . I amâ he whispers like it was the only way to speak.
Your lips form a full heart felt smile, âBut being a Old man isntâ. You whispers right back to him; getting a laugh from sukuna. He smirking at you, replying back to. âBut an immortalâ. He says with proud smile. You were quiet for a few seconds before bursting into laughter, the force making him lose his grip and dropping you onto the ground.That obviously didnt make you stop laughing.
Mocking him with the stupid words he just said. He grumbled at that,Crossing his arms.
âËâĄ
His red orbs glaring down at the koi fishes.They body swam apart, and going their separate ways. He sighed tiredly.
âMy second wishes would've been for us to have immortality togetherâ
have a great day.
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#Im so not very sorry but the WRITER VOICES SAID TO#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna x reader#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna#gojo satoru#random thoughts#sukuna ryomen#sukuna angst#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna#jjk sukuna#sukuna jjk#jjk fluff#jjk angst#jjk#jjk au
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First, let me say that Bird is phenomenal. Exceptionally kind and professional, she made this art something that I will treasure (and that my players) will treasure for years to come. I have spoken to my partner and we want to get a framed print of this for our home. This exquisite piece captures the essence of the Blood Countess campaign - dark, with threads of amber warmth and striking beauty. It's perfect. I have had so much trouble expressing to Bird how perfect it is, in part because the holiday season is upon us and I have been pulled in a thousand directions and in part because there is nothing more to say than this is perfection. Bird, thank you for your hard work, artistic vision, and warmth throughout this process. I imagine it was no small feat to create this. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Top Right: Sister Theodora "Theo" Abotchers Petrovna is one of the Abbot's many, nearly identical "children", but she was imbued with the spark of a soul upon her creation... and a strange, strengthening connection to the Morning Lord. Theo fled the Abbey of St. Markovia after two years and was adopted in the town of Vallaki by Father Lucian Petrovich. She thrived there, but when her father sent her on a mission to the village of Barovia, she underwent a trial by fire. Theo had once thought her only purposes were to serve the Morning Lord and marry the Countess, but now she knows there is more out there and her eager, curious nature wishes to pursue it. (Celestial Warlock)
Bottom Right: Ismark and Ireena Kolyanovich have lost everything except each other in the last year. Their home, their village, their childhood dreams... But they remain strong and kind in a world that is almost unfailingly cruel, if only to keep the other one's belief in something better alive.
Bottom Left: Tam Mantiegri is a simple hunter and a Vallaki native, who would swear there was nothing all that special about him. However, Tam has always been a little more alive than his neighbors and he's had a longer memory than most. His soul is old and twined with the history of the valley. He recently learned that he is the reincarnation of Sergei von Zarovich, fallen prince of Barovia, son of the Lady of Shadows, and brother to Countess Strahd von Zarovich. Tam has strange dreams of a life as Sergei and of countless deaths at his "sister's" hand. Upon Theo's return to Vallaki, he met her strange new friends, including the Kolyanoviches and despite his better judgment, he agreed to help them out. Now, he and Ireena Kolyana share a bond they couldn't sever if they tried and their fate is inextricably linked to that of Strahd's and the whole valley. (Monster Slayer Ranger)
Center: Alistor Gwilym is a soldier, not a priest. He has always known war, always known how to fight, and can scarcely recall a time before his life was marred by loss. As a child, Alistor and his twin brother, Godfrey, were raised by their grandfather, Lord Argynvost after their father's mysterious disappearance and the isolation of Barovia. However, as a teenager, Alistor escaped the Mists and has only just returned. Four hundred years have passed and everyone and everything Alistor loved and knew is dead or forever changed. (Grave Domain Cleric)
Top Left: The Countess Strahd von Zarovich is cursed to relive the greatest failures of her life. This time will be different, she is certain. This time, her brother's spirit, her lover's champion, and her youngest son have banded together to protect Ireena Kolyana, the reincarnation of the woman that she loved. This time will be different as they quest to bring light back to Barovia and end Strahd's reign one way or another.
Let's take a break from one horrible man (Douglas) and talk about another horrible man (Strahd), this time - the female version of him. SheStrahd campaign poster for @curseofthebloodcountess's and @troubledtimeinravenloft's campaign, starring Her Grace herself, three party members, and Kolyan siblings. Boi, this one almost cost me my sanity.
More info about commissions here, more details in close-ups under the cut
You can only guess how long it took us to set up the whole flower thing.
#g: blood countess#ch: strahd von zarovich#ch: theodora#ch: alistor gwilym#ch: tam mantigieri#ch: ireena kolyana#ch: ismark kolyanavich#I am in such awe of this art#it's beautifu#we literally just sat around on game night fawning over it
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HIIIIIII!!! Just wanted to say I love your art and comics! And I also have two questions:
If Swap lunar met laia and sun met cerise(sorry if I spelled it wrong) how would they react?
What was everyone's reaction to eclipse dating the laia from that dimension?
Again love the art and comicsâ¤ď¸ have a good day/night
Hi! Thank you! Hm, I guess I can write a short story.
Laia keeps an eye on the daycare while Sun is with Dazzle and Lunar and Earth with the kids at the theater.
"SHEEP!"
"Gumdrop! What are you doing in the ball pit? Moon said it's dangerous!"
"Oh uh, hi? I'm not your Lunar. Eclipse wanted me to check this dimension for him." Mumble "He could have done himself!" mumble.
"Oh! Then welcome different Gumdrop! I'm Laia Cotton, which you obviously know. Can I offer you anything? I have some cookies with me."
"I can't say no to cookies. Uh, I don't know a Laia though. But you kinda remind me of my girlfriend. Her name is Cerise Roots"
"Hm, I don't know a Cerise. What kind of dimension-"
Moon enters the daycare.
Laia! Did something come through the port-
AAAH!
???
Uhh..
Laia calms Lunar down, Lunar explains who he is and Moon remembers the Swap dimension. They talk a bit about their world and Lunar about Cerise. And they come to the conclusion that Cerise is the Swap version of Laia. And Laia gushes about how cute it is that a Lunar has a partner. And offers to hang out sometime, maybe a double date dinner with her and Sun. Lunar can't say no to free food.
After a few weeks, Sawp Lunar and Cerise do agree to come to the double date. They go to a restaurant that also has vegetarian dishes.
Wow, I never thought that Laia's swap version would be a completely different person.
Pepper said something about how we are the same person just...built different? I guess if my market was also a candy shop we would look and act the same. I try not to think about it or my head hurts.
I feel you, Sweetheart!
Pepper?
She means Eclipse, she gives everyone fruit or vegetable related nicknames.
Oh! So does Laia but everything is sweet or sugary food related.
I can't help it! It's in my program.
Same!
Oh, by the way, our Eclipse, uh who is a clone and lives in a different dimension now, has a Laia too. He doesn't admit it but Puppet said they are dating.
Gasp! No! Eclipse and dating?! What?!
I can't imagine that Pepper would date at all. What is this Laia like?
We haven't met her yet. But we heard that her story is...not that great. But I'm glad that she has someone now who is good to her.
And there is that murderous version.
Please Sugarplum, not now, we're eating.
Sorry!
Wa?
Believe me, you want to hear this story after dinner.
After dinner, they talk about their meeting with the horror version and they are wondering if there is a dimension with horror Swap Lunar and Cerise. But they shudder and don't want to think about this further. When the date was over, they agreed that the date was nice and wanted to do that again sometime. And Laia wants to do a girl's night with Cerise someday and EAPS Laia could join too, Cerise agrees.
There, I hope this writing is alright. I'm used to writing scripts and not fanfiction/novels.
#answered ask#Cerise Roots#Laia Cotton#sun and moon show#eclipse and puppet show#swap universe#swap au#swap lunar#swap#horror universe#five nights at freddy's#lunar and earth show#story
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Series: Unexpected
Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)
Word Count:Â 1.1k
Warnings: Matt jelly
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Today Dani was having a guest on her channel that wasn't any of the boys. Honestly, Matt didn't like who her guest was because he knew how some of her fans were. They shipped her with almost every dude she talked to and knew.
"Did it have to be him?" Matt watches Dani play on her phone as they hung out in her room.
"Do you prefer your brother? You know, the one that everyone at the moment says we would've been a cute couple?" She looks up from her phone to look at him.
"That's stupid because you told him he missed his chance." Matt rolls onto his back, "So they need to stop staying they want it to happen." He adds then says in a mocking tone while making a face, "They would be such a good match for each other. Why can't she just agree to be his?"
"If they only knew I was yours." Dani leans over smiling before giving him a kiss.
"That's the only damn reason I want people to know." He sits up, "You're mine. Not his or anyone else." Dani giggles as he pulls her closer so he can hold her, "If guys wanted to they could try making a move on you because to them you're single."
"They could try but my answer would always be the same. No." She grabs his face to kiss him, "Now, stop pouting about me filming with Carrington." She moves away from him.
When he arrives they get into her car parked in front of the house, "Hi." Dani starts her car video, "I'm sure y'all know Carrington." She adds, "He's my first guest that's not my roommates or brother." She says as he smiles.
"I'm very honored."
"And this is only happening because Jake and Tara talked us into this. This is our first time hanging out alone." She laughs.
"That's why I'm nervous. It's new and I'm never like this." He laughs now, "But it's exciting."
Dani agrees nodding her head going for her phone but she didn't have it with her, "Oh, I forgot something inside." She motions towards the house.
"It's okay." He lets her know.
"I'll be quick." She opens the car door.
"Again, it's okay." He chuckles as she rushes inside. "Yeah, so we're doing this because our friends wanted us to." He starts to talk to the camera by himself, "We said okay. Okay guys. But today... We're here to gossip. What a great way to get to know each other. From what I see and know Dani seems amazing."
"Was I quick?" Dani rejoins Carrington in the car.
"Yeah, I've just been ranting to the viewers." He lets her know.
"Again, I'm sorry. I don't know how I forgot my phone inside."
"It didn't bug me." He says before changing the topic, "You know people said you have a type? Have you seen that?" He asks her.
"What?" She was confused never seeing such a thing.
"Yeah like..."
"How?" She laughs.
"Because when we had that group get together last week at Jake's. We were chatting in the background of a video Jake posted so people say you have a type." He explains to her then sees one on the guys leaving, "Oh look, a triplet is leaving."
"Matt." She waves at him so he waves back.
"But because we talked people think your type is brunettes with blue eyes." Carrington goes back to what they were talking about, "I feel like that is such a reach." He laughs, "Just because you're close to three others that fit that. What do you think?" He asks her.
"Actually, they aren't wrong for once." She giggles.
"So that's actually your type when it comes to looks? Is it the eyes that do it for you?" He gives her a look and she smiles since that was the main thing.
"Some blue eyes are just so beautiful." She tells him, "You, the triplets, Colby's and Sam's. I have dark blue but light ones..." She smiles more as Carrington looks at her.
"I love yours." He lets her know.
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's a deep blue." He nods his head.
"But yeah, my ex and everyone I've even had a crush on had light blue eyes." She tells him.
"Now people are gonna assume." He gives her a look and she nods her head rolling her eyes a bit.
"You and the other two."
"Just because someone fits that look doesn't automatically mean you like them. You can find them attractive but you aren't attracted to their personality." He goes on to add what he believes in.
"You completely get it. You and the triplets are good looking but I don't automatically have feelings for y'all."
"That would be odd." He laughs, "It's... Can you imagine just having feelings for someone based on how they look?"
"Good looking but is the biggest red flag." She adds.
"Like it's fine to be attracted to someone but you can't just go off of that. Don't do that guys." Carrington looks right into the camera, "Be smart."
"Be attracted to their personality." Dani does the same, "That's way better than looks."
"Looks are a bonus, guys, trust me." Carrington tells the viewers.
"Personality, looks." Dani makes a top three list, "What's third?" She asks him.
"I don't know." He thinks, "I don't know, you gotta be funny as well." He starts to laugh.
After about another like 20 minutes they finish up then he leaves while Dani goes back inside. Matt was still out and about so Dani got to rest by getting some time alone. With it being quiet Dani decided to take a nap because she woke up at 5:30am for some reason.Â
When Matt gets back home, after buying stuff for around the house and food, he goes to Dani's room to see her sleeping. Not having anything to do and bored out of his mind he slides into her bed next to her.
Immediately, his arms slip around her from behind, slotting himself right up against her back. The gentle press of her spine against his chest makes him smile to himself because he can never get enough of how fucking perfectly she fit there. Leaning forward he press his mouth to the soft skin of her shoulder, peppering a few soft kisses there.
Dani hums keeping her eyes shut, "What?" She quietly mumbles still super tired.
"I wanna nap too." He whispers to her as he nudges his nose against the side of her neck. Dani hums in response moving her hand to rest over the one Matt has pressed against her stomach.
Matt grins against her skin. "Love you." His breath warm against her neck. He made sure not to say I this time because he didn't want to scare her again like last time.
Both of them succumb to the comfort of being with one another, "I love you too." She whispers so quietly Matt almost didn't hear her. He stays silent with a smile across his face as his fingers intertwine with hers before allowing himself to fall asleep as well.
#sam golbach#colby brock#sam and colby#sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo#chris sturniolo#nick sturniolo#oc#sibilings#matt sturniolo imagine#chris sturniolo imagine#ff#fanifiction#fanfic#sturniolo fanfic#best friends#friends to lovers#chris sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo fanfic
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Ok so I saw sonic the hedgehog 3 last night and I want spill my thoughts
SPOILERS BELOW
I really liked that Shadow was explicitly described and portrayed as a kidâheâs Sonicâs age (minus the 50 years in stasis, where he clearly didnât age physically or mentally)⌠he was manipulated by Peepaw Robotnik, he was a hurt child that was used by the govt and later someone he considered something akin to familyâŚâŚâŚ
Anyway that scene of sonic and shadow sitting on the moon⌠ahh damn it makes me tear up to think about
Also I like that sonic isnât perfectâI like that he decides he needs the use the master emerald, he goes back on his promise with knuckles and tails and is ready to actively fight his friends to get to it, both to stop the evildoers and to get revenge for his/their father⌠he leaves his team after promising they would always work together, and he realizes that what heâs doing is wrong, realized that killing shadow wouldnât make Tom better, it wouldnât reverse what happened, and it would only make him regret taking a life
And seeing that compassion, that ability to make a difficult choice, even in emotional turmoil, has such a profound effect on shadow, because suddenly heâs seeing someone going through something similar to him, who begins responding like him before⌠not. He sees an option, a path, that previously wasnât even consideredâforgiveness, moving on⌠etc
I also like that knuckles calls sonic out when they square up over the master emerald. He explicitly tells Sonic that heâs in no mental state to make such a drastic decision, but he trusts Sonic enough that he lets him get the emerald anyway, and despite not agreeing with his choice he still turns up with tails to help out at the end.
I really hope that shadow is not just dead now, though, because clearly they plan to continue this film series (metal Sonic and Amy seem to be coming next, based on the after credits scene)⌠Iâd like to see shadow pulled into Sonicâs funky little family with two parent humans, a dog, and a handful of mutant alien animalsâŚ
Let shadow learn how to have a family again, to move on, to honor and remember Maria but live a fulfilling life because it wouldâve made her happy to see him happy
Also let him get some mfing therapy
Oh, also, I really appreciate that they used the super shadow coloring from sonic adventure 2, where shadow is more of a silver-gold rather than the bright yellow-gold of sonic (shadowâs coloring is way more like Sonicâs in the shadow the hedgehog game, and I kind of hate it)
Really my only complaint: about the film, besides them not hinting at or showing shadow surviving (please donât kill my blorbo) {Edit; I have since seen a second end credit scene that I missedâthank you to everyone for sharing!! My boy lives!!!), is the fact that Rouge is just not around⌠which like, she absolutely wasnât necessary, plenty of characters are/were omitted but I feel like with the pattern of introducing characters in pairs (Tails and Knuckles in 2, Metal Sonic and Amy in presumably 4), itâs weird that Shadow didnât have some other character introduced in the same movie⌠Rouge could have helped with the infiltration of G.U.N., for example⌠but again sheâs not necessary and it doesnât really take away from the movie.
Final complaint is the G.U.N. lady, her name escapes me⌠the one who acted as essentially a secondary antagonist and was trying to secure the weapon keys. Tom gets the key from her by impersonating the other G.U.N. guy who died, and thatâs the last we see of her!! Feels unresolved imo (though I wouldnât be surprised if we see her again in 4, perhaps accusing Sonic of crimes committed by metal, maybe leading to a similar city escape-framed by lookalike situation that happens in adventure 2 with Sonic and shadow)âŚ
Oh and last thing: I do think the movie spent a bit too much time on the Robotnikâs⌠it couldâve used a bit more shadow screen time imoâŚ
And those are my unorganized thoughts fkejjdjndidkejs fun movie def recommend watching it
#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedgehog#Sonic the hedgehog 3#sonic movie 3#Sonic movie#sonic movie universe
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An Explanation:
Bill blinked rapidly, still in shock.
Fleur didnât look too surprised.
âYou knew,â Harry accused.
âMaman and Papa,â Fleur spoke quietly, âthey informed me that we would host someone from a powerful family. They did not say how powerful, or what power, but they impressed upon Gabrielle and myself that our new foster-siblings were important.â
âI told your parents myself,â Danny explained, shifting back to human, âand I know Harry told Madam Maxime when we set up for the Fenton-Chengsâ education.â
âBill, you alright?â Harry questioned the Weasley.
Bill shook his head to clear it and nodded, âYeah, so youâre a Princeââ
âOnly technically. Uncle Danny is just that, Uncle Danny. Heâs claimed my mum as his cousinâthatâs the cover story on why me and Nev disappeared for a year. We went to Mumâs cousin in America, and his muggle wife. Uncle Dannyâs labelled himself a squib in their papers for this world.â
âAnd that Sam kid your family fostered, that Paige girl?â
âAlso my wards,â Danny explained smoothly, âmy children by soul-selling and legal adoption. Theyâre both magical and we already had an in at Hogwarts. So, the Potters agreed to foster them during the school year. Story is we needed someone with more knowledge of magic than a squib living muggle and we wanted them near family. Lily did it as a returned favor for taking Harry and Neville during the Voldemort War. They did technically qualify for Salem and Iivermorny, as well as a few other American schools, like the one in Illinois.â
âBut you had family at Hogwarts,â Fleur nodded, âwhy Beauxbatons forâŚ?â
âMainly? For the language,â Harry explained, âwe looked into a lot of Francophone schools for them. Hogwarts was an option, of course; Dumbledore already was prepping for them just in case. But, although their English was already fluent, we thought that they might learn better in French andâŚâ Harry looked distinctly uncomfortable, âthe Delacours owed us, Fleur. For saving Gabrielleâs life. It was a shared life-debt between me, Nev, and Gabrielle. Your parents were delighted to help even without the debt, but we already had an in in magical France as wellâŚâ
Fleur nodded, âIf I allow you to father my children, Harry, is there anything we need to know? About thisâŚsoul situation?â
âWell,â Harry exhaled, âIâmâthereâs this class of beings we call Liminalâit means someone exposed to a lot, and I do mean a lot, of ecto-energy, or death-energy, basically. It causesâŚmutationsâŚnothing bad!â Harry assured when Fleur gasped, before admitting, âyet. The town I spent a year in is ground zero for a sortaâŚexplosion of this special energyâŚa riftâŚa portal was ripped open nearly in the center of it. For years now, everyone living there, born there, is considered Liminal. Not ghostly, not even halfas but more ghostly than the average human. They were all muggles, guysâŚMe and Nev are the first wizards to become LiminalâŚâ
âWhat about those other kids?â Bill asked intently, âSam and PaigeâŚâ
âTheyâre not completely human,â Danny admitted, âeven without being Liminal. Samâs part demon, a tiny, tiny part. Something happened to him before we took custodyâbut heâs not evilâPaige is halfâŚwell, in laypeopleâs terms, angel. Mother was a witch, father was her guardian angel colleague.â
âDo you have a mutation, Harry?â Fleur asked gently, âBecause you are Liminal?â
Harry beamed, nodding, âBut because weâre already empoweredânot muggles or squibsâour Liminality just boosts our inborn powers. Same with my half-demon and Force-Sensitive cousins. The Liminality heightens whatever powers a person already possesses.â
âSo our childâŚ?â
âWould likely be extremely powerful, and not just because she has powerful genetic sources,â Harry nodded, âmight be more in touch with her Veela side and abilities. And thatâs without any contact with ecto-energy herself, though every Liminal gives off a tinyâŚaura of the stuff. We do know Liminality can be passed down like hair or eye color; gets into the very DNA of any living thing.â
Fleur and Bill nodded, excused themselves, and had a quiet but quick debate in another room before returning.
âWe still wish for you to father our child, Harry,â Fleur smiled softly.
Harry nodded, smiling back, âAlright.â
Wished Away 9
Tylers meet Phantoms:
âChrist, Mum,â Rose said as she took in how Jackie, Pete, and Tony were dressed, âweâre just meetinâââ
âRoyalty!â Jackie squeaked. They were all done up like they were meeting the Queen at Buckingham Palace itself!
âHonestly, Mum, they donât care,â Rose rolled her eyes, grabbing her motherâs wrist and tugging her through the console room and to the wardrobe room, âI told ya ta dress casually. Letâs just hope the Olâ Girl has clothes fer ya.â
It took about an hour to get everyone redressed, in things much more casual but still nice, before Rose led them back to the console room.
Jackie was clearly anxious, âAre yaââ
ââm sure, Mum. Danny anâ Sam donât do formal unless they have ta. Unless youâre an annoying subject or someone threateninâ war, ya donât even have ta call âem by their titles. Theyâre just Danny anâ Sam ta family.â
âLookie what I found,â Jenny bounded from the innards of the TARDIS, holding a tiny bike helmet.
She went to her toddler uncle and put it on him, making sure it fit right, âLandings in the Realms are worse than normal ones. The TARDIS does Her best but the Realms give herâŚnausea? A headache? She just doesnât do good.â
âOh, goody,â Jackie said lowly, hugging a strut for dear life already.
âLet me protect Anthony,â Bad Wolf came out, holding out her arms; without hesitation, Pete handed his son over.
Bad Wolf settled Tony in her arms, against her chest and shoulder, and then spread her feet and crouched slightly, clearly bracing for impact; she stayed steady even as the TARDIS began Her flight.
Everyone else was thrown about the console room, the Doctor and Jenny barely holding on to work the console, but Bad Wolf and Tony did not move an inch.
The landing was rough, just as Jenny said it would be, throwing even the Time Lords to the grated floor before the TARDIS stopped quaking.
Jenny recovered first and stood up, rubbing her shoulder, to peek out the doors, âWeâre in the Palace. Uncle Danny and Aunt Sam are waitingâŚâ
Slowly, everyone picked themselves up and Rose reemerged, straightening with some popping from her knees.
Jenny led the procession out, racing to hug a man and a woman, âUncle Danny, Aunt Sam! Howâre you?â
Danny and Sam chuckled and hugged her as one, âGood, doing good. You?â
âPerfect!â
She let go of them to drag Jackie, who was hesitant, forward, âThisâs my Gran, Jackie. Mumâs side, duh. Completely human. Heâs my step-granddad, Pete, and Mumâs holding my uncle, Tony.â
âYer Majesties,â Jackie tried to curtsy even though she was in trousers, âan honor taââ
âOh, enough,â Sam chuckled, âdidnât they tell you? We donât do formalities with family.â
âFamily?â Jackieâs eyes were wide, âI know Rose saidâbutââ
âWe count Clockwork as family,â Danny explained, âand heâs claimed the Doctor as family. The Doctor and Jenny. Roseâs basically married in by this point. Common-law, you understand. That makes her family our family. Welcome to the Palace, your home in the Infinite Realms.â
âMy god,â Pete muttered, somewhat disbelieving.
âNot a god, not yet anyways,â Danny winked.
âWhereâs Dani?â Jenny burst out, âIs she still in school?â
Sam grinned, âWith Anakin, in the nursery. We let her stay home today.â
âOh, Gran! Can I introduce Tony to Anakin? Please!â Jenny nearly begged.
âAnakinâs our youngest,â Danny explained kindly, âaround Tonyâs age, actually. We also have a nanny looking after them, Nanny Clara. Heâd be perfectly safe.â
âWellâŚâ Jackie looked to her husband, who nodded, âif youâre sure.â
Jenny cheered and took Tony from Rose, dashing off with him deeper into the Palace.
âJenny knows the Palace as well as anyone,â Sam assured, âand if she gets lost, she can flag down a servant for help. Sheâs heading directly for the nursery. Itâs the most defensible part of the Palace.
Danny stood up, helping Sam, âCâmon, we can talk over food; stay close, Tylers. Doctor?â
âRose and I can bring up the rear,â the Doctor agreed, taking Roseâs hand as they began walking.
The Palace was a gothic masterpiece, in a very literal sense, though even Sam had wearied of all the gloom and had sought artists and artwork to fill the halls, soft, plush carpets and tapestries to keep the warmth, glassworks to fill the once barred windows. Statues and busts dotted the hallways, some classical, some avant garde
Masters had given their masterpieces, their magnum opuses; they were paid handsomely of course, in either coin or material.
Oils, watercolors, acrylics, textiles, glass, all created for Her Majesty the Ghost Queen. For His Majesty the Ghost King.
It wasnât yet a riot of color, nor would it ever be, but it was more alive.
Jackie gasped and the group stopped, turning as one to see what had captured her attention.
âWhen they said the family was hugeâŚâ
Ah, it was the most recent family portrait; all the children were gathered around Danny and Sam, all in formal wear.
âWeâŚsometimes people sell the souls of children to me,â Danny started, causing her and Pete to whip around to him in horror, âI know, itâs horrible, isnât it? But anyways, we adopt the kids. Only DaniâDanielleâisnât adopted.â
He pointed out each child and gave their backstory.
âGood Lord, you were young!â Pete said at Damianâs story.
âOld enough to be king,â Danny shrugged helplessly, âitâŚit wasnât easy, we had help, so much help, and we made mistakesâŚâ
âAll parents do,â Jackie told him softly.
âSo weâve been told,â Sam smiled just as softly, âand weâve learned and made new ones with each kid.â
Danny coughed and continued to point out kids and tell stories, until all had been covered and then they moved on.
As they neared the dining room, Danielle and Jenny joined them with each holding a toddler.
âOh my,â Jackie said, taking in the Anakin Skywalker; she knew who he grew up to be, or would have if he had not been adopted.
âWeâre hungry, Dad,â Danielle said.
Danny waved them into the dining room where the smaller table was already set for a meal; there were two chairs with booster seats and Jenny and Danielle put Tony and Anakin in them before sitting beside them and helping them get food.
The group chatted over the meal, Jackie and Pete slowly relaxing at how easy going the Royals were, and generally had good cheer.
After the meal was done, Jenny asked, âDo we put their photo up on the family wall now? I know youâve got me, Dad, and MumâŚâ
Danny chuckled, âWe can, if theyâre okay with it.â
âFamily wall?â Pete questioned.
âWe keep walls of pictures of the extended family,â Sam explained easily, âyou know, like Rose, the Doctor, and Jenny. Harryâs and Nevilleâs parents. Damianâs paternal birth-family. The Royal Portrait is just the immediate royal family. The walls are for everyone and everything else.â
Danny and Sam led the group out of the dining room and down another hallway; the walls were plastered with photographs. Some were professional, most were candid and amateur.
A common camera sat on a small round table; a high-end camera but nothing too expensive or professional.
Danny picked it up, saying, âIf Jackie, Pete, and Tony donât mindââ
Jackie decided it would be a family photograph and dragged the Doctor in; Rose and Jenny came without complaint.
Danny took a set of pictures.
After that was done, it was decided it was time for the Tylers to leave, taking pity on the still disgruntled TARDIS.
They were, however, invited to the next family gathering.
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Hello, what is your opinion about Adam, Lute and Heaven in general (in terms of writing)?
I have been following your posts for the last week and would like to know your opinion on this topic (if it is not too much trouble).
Adam (in terms of writing): As much as I enjoy his presence, the man is a terrible villain and is way too similar to other characters like Angel Dust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, and Alastor in terms of personality. He swears a lot, acts smug, sex jokes, egotistical, sarcastic, and acts like a man-child.
The worst part about Adam is that he has so much potential and you can do so much for him especially the way Vivziepop wrote him along with Adamâs connections to Eden, Charlie, Lilith, Eve, and Lucifer. He couldâve been an all righteous person who preaches the Bible and Word of the Lord. Adam couldâve also been this nice, chill guy but actually masks his true unhinged personality, leading Charlie and everyone on.
But sadly, Adam is cursed with the written by âVivziepop memeâ˘ď¸â I wish Adam was more calculating and subtle about his intentions. Because straight out of episode 1, Vivziepop doesnât even try to write a subtle villian. Itâs annoyingly and painfully in your face that Adam is the villian/antagonist Charlie and Hazbin squad has to face first.
Adam doesnât have a proper motivation regarding the extermination that the audience can at least understand. Heâs like extermination equals entertainment. And itâs like thatâs it? You do this for fun? Out and in context, Adam looks like a sadist. Thatâs like the equivalent of him saying I like kicking puppies for fun.
Adam easily couldâve had a much better motivation for why he does exterminations. For example: Adam does exterminations because of what happened in Eden. Lucifer ruined his eternal paradise and both of his relationships with Lilith and Eve. Or as another potential motivation for exterminations, it can involve Cain. Adam witnessing Cainâs punishment and believes it was Lucifer who did it, so he wants to make Lucifer suffer by killing his people permanently.
It also doesnât help how dumbed Adam is. His way of thinking is also black and white despite me agreeing with him. I love the man and he has so much unlimited potential that is untapped.
Lute (in terms of writing): I like Lute, she also has major potential. Vivziepop can easily do a parallel between Vaggie and Lute. But, overall Lute is basically the heaven version of Vaggie and Millie. Their whole goal and personality orbits around the person they are close too. Donât get me wrong, it could be an amazing and interesting story arc if Vivziepop wants to do that but I doubt she will do it.
And, it is sad to watch sometimes because I want to see them do something else that doesnât involve orbiting the person they are closest to and being their bootlickers 96% of the time. Season 1, Lute is just there and I get the feeling she most likely be a static character.
Heaven (in terms of writing): I donât like what Vivziepop did with Heaven. She dumbed down them and itâs annoying especially if you are Catholic or Christian.
What do you mean Heaven doesnât know their own rules or what gets a soul to Heaven. Thatâs not morally gray, you are just making Hell look ten times better than Heaven. Even worse, Heaven has a good argument to counter against Charlie of why they do exterminations yearly and not to allow sinners in Heaven.
Hell is full of rapists, pedophiles, groomers, etc. Someone is Hell can easily fake their progress to get into Heaven. The fact that seraphim(s) more specifically Emily is calling sinners innocent is crazy. Does the Ten Commandments and the beatitudes not exist? Because they would be amazing rules for Heaven! Vivziepop doesnât even have to chose one specifically, she can easily combine the Ten Commandments and Beatitudes together as an official rule for Heaven. Then can use the Seven Heavenly Virtues as respected higher ups in Heaven.
The fact that Heaven doesnât have any hard days is weird in my opinion. You would think Heaven would be a nice community where they work hard and spread love too.
Oh wait, this is the same person who wrote this in her spin off show.
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You ever think about how we're never going to see Jackie ever again? Like. The real Jackie, not everyone else's versions of her. Every time we see her in season two and beyond (if she even shows up after season two) it is/is going to be Shauna's version of her, who is so intrinsically not Jackie. Even if she's just talked about, it's not going to be Jackie. Nobody knew or remembers her, not really. Not her own parents, not the other Yellowjackets, certainly not Shauna.
Y'know that saying about how you die twice: once when you physically die and once when you're mentioned for the last time?
You ever think about how Jackie died both deaths at the same time?
#even immediately after her death nobody remembers who she really was#something about 'she would want us to' and everyone agreeing#no she fucking WOULDN'T!!#idk man I just have a lot of feelings :(#Jackie tag#Yellowjackets tag#og fandom post tag#yellowjackets#jackie taylor
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Oh yeah my boss says the receptionist ad will go up on the 3rd February. Isn't that lovely
#I'm so scared though because she's so hellbent on getting a 'school leaver'#to pay them less???? is that why?????#i mean she doesn't mention these things to me#i glean all the information from reading her emails#it's stupid though i dread having to train a newbie#i don't want to train a child in the ASIC stuff i barely trust myself with all of that#get a hot boy receptionist wait no my boss would hate that#oh yeah so sophia told me that tony wanted to move upstairs and get away from hieu#so i kept saying today that Tony wanted to move upstairs to get away from us because we're all annoying him#and Tony's like 'no no no that's not it at all' because he's so nice and diplomatic and#but the only thing he'd really tell us about his conversation with Sophia was she said he needs to focus more?? by moving upstairs away from#she walked in the room and caught us talking instead of working on Monday and i bet that had something to do with it#it's my fault#it's me I'm the problem it's me at tea break everyone agrees
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