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If itâs okay, not necessarily BuckTommy but -
This season feels SO weird. Itâs even weirder because for the first time they had a long time to plan it - they knew they were renewed for a Season 8 early into Season 7. So much so that, for the first time, they let the season end with a cliffhanger. Multiple, even.
And they they dropped all of them in a rushed and unsatisfactory way. If they didnât want S7âs plots to continue on to 8, they couldâve ended them in S7. Never bring Ortiz or Gerard back. But instead, they went with the oddest choice and created a nice cliffhanger, only to disappoint pretty much everyone.
But for me itâs more than that. Itâs also the way the characters donât always feel like them. Youâre telling me Buck never went into a deep dive about queer history or rights when he discovered heâs bi?? that Maddie would make the making men gay comment?? that Chimney wouldnât talk to Hen about the possible second pregnancy?? I could go on and on.
And the dynamics also feel⊠broken. We barely have friendship moments, at all. Buddie this season feels weird, like Eddie doesnât really want to be bothered by Buck. Hen and Chim are barely communicating. The firefam doesnât have moments outside of emergencies (save that montage of them asking Bobby for help).
It feels like the writers have stopped knowing how to write these characters and their dynamics. And for me the found family that I fell in love with at first watch feels gone, you know?
iâve been saying this since s6!
like arenât they tried of keep writing buck the same all the time??? he doesnât get promoted on his job that heâs fucking good at it, they had a kind of story about it when buck wanted to be captain in s6 and then bridge fall happened and buck was a fucking powerhouse in it and i thought they finally gonna show buck more that just a young goofy firefighter that thinks on his feet, show them heâs a leader but then they dropped it.
he doesnât get into lasting relationship and is always chasing one and apparently now heâs gonna forget his characterâs growth and gonna be right back in s1. itâs like buckâs always gonna be the boyish bratt they made in s1 when he was 25/6 not a 33yo man!
eddie canât fucking move on for 6/7 years and tries constantly to make a mom out of everything woman he dates but now a confession and a random priest apparently healed him like he was possessed not fucking mentally traumatized!
madney are most of the times are dealing with doug that comes out like random jump scares. maddie had 2 stories last season both was about her trauma with him. yes you canât heal from something like that for a long time or possibly never but for godâs sake that woman raised his brother as his own child when she was still a child herself and what did 911 do with this part of her? NOTHING
and you donât need me talk about hemrenâs endless suffering
and where is athenaâs children???
itâs been a mess since s6 but now itâs wors cuz tim starts writing 5 minutes before they start shooting. i said it 100 times the only thing good about s7 was buckâs bi arc. they make a big deal out of problems and solve them in most childish ways in the same episode!
i know itâs basically a soap opera but ffs itâs not a fantasy. they pulled dead wife no.2 cuz itâs a soap but in what word a child can land a plane?
honestly after i reed that tim rewatched the whole thing before writing for bi buck i was sure the show gonna back to its root where chim and hen are besties and hen and athena spend time together etc etc, but apparently all he got from that is abby had a boyfriend named tommy
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Maeveâs storyline but right!
I have always though the Maeve plot line didnât made sense and recently I read a fic (spencer reid x reader) where reader was a serial killer of serial rword and I thought how much better that couldâve been.
Maeveâs plot line was weak in many ways. My biggest pet peeve is that it was that aggressive from the start and Spencer did nothing, which I donât find in character. That meaning her stalker (Diane).
Letâs assume his first consult with Maeve was pretty normal, how could he imagine she had a stalker? But in order to keep talking to her they went through using letters first. And maybe Spencer thought it was romantic and interesting, but pseudonyms? Thatâs a bit much.
Spencer knew all along about her stalker, he tells Hotch that much after she goes missing. So you are telling me Spencer found out this girl he likes isnât leaving her house, she is hot using her phone and is using letters to communicate with pseudonyms to protect herself and didnât do something? I agree he mightâve been respecting her wishes, but by this time Spencer has been working with the FBI 9 years, he is not naive as he was, he is a social protector, it just doesnât makes sense he let it go that far.
Again, from the beginning is crucial here because I donât think he wouldâve let it slide just like that. If it had grown progressively while they were together, yes maybe their attachment wouldâve clouded his reasoning, but by the time they started talking Diane had made Maeve quit her job and broke up with her fiancĂ© so??? It just doesnât make sense for HIS character. I believe that at leasttt he wouldâve investigated by himself.
But non of that happened so the plot just doesnât cut it. Instead, if it wouldâve been a serial killer? Thatâs interesting.
Point 1. A serial killer who kills men that are serial rapist is in many ways human. Itâs imposible to not like as audience. And Spencer is often the one who empathizes with the criminals (lol beautiful baby đ„ș).
Point 2. Her story couldâve been a great episode, we couldâve seen how smart she was (something from Meaveâs character) but at the same time how traumatized she was, her story, how evil are the men she kills. She couldâve been the same age as Spence, he couldâve done the interview, connect, blah, blah, blah.
Point 3. I think they couldâve find a way were they didnât have anything to really hold the case, victims (of the men) not pressing charges and friends who offer alibis for her. So she makes a deal with Spencer because she is also tired and she knows she cannot stop. A letter once a month because she likes his big brain.
Point 4. She is arrested but gets her letter and Spencer gets his, where she is smart and interesting and whatever. Out of nowhere they are writing themselves not just once a month. And they talk every sunday. (Again part of Maeve storyline, everything was there!!!!) (Also I think she couldâve been an assistant for a geneticist and help him with his migraines)
Point 5. And everything is good and they form a bond but Spencer would never admit he likes her and maybe even feels something more, because he is a good guy. But in this time he starts to read every philosopher that has written about good and bad (also talk it with Blake!! best part of the Maeve plot).
Point 6. After this we are only missing her dying and I wish I remember the name of the fic but something similar could happen. In the fic she scapes prison with help and goes to find Spencer because she knows of a human trafficking organization and she wants to liberate them, so she kinda kidnaps Spencer and they go there. Because she wanted to do it, deep down Spencer knows this a suicidal mission for her.
Point 7. They get there, she gets kill by local police but she saves women and children and got to spend her last day or two with Spencer, the only person that made her wished everything she did never happened and maybe she couldâve have a great life.
And ta-da! we traumatized Spencer with an interesting plot that makes sense (at least for me). And far more complex I think, something that maybe even MGG wouldâve like. But who knows, is this against copaganda???
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am I being delusional and over dramatic
#for Valentineâs Day this year I decided to celebrate with my bf#since we usually donât do anything I wanted to be the one to change that habit because it was starting to bother me and upset me#so I spend money on waxing myself buying lingerie making chocolate peanut butter heart shaped cups I bought a giant heart shaped steak#bought some nice oil for us to use#cook him dinner#we have a good time most of the day#when I originally got to his house he had a balloon tied to some chocolates#and I was like wow he actually did get me something#but turns out his sister bought it for him to give to me#and when he told me that it really kinda upset me a little#I immediately started spiraling mentally because my feelings were hurt#and itâs so silly how quick my mood changes#because I donât know if Iâm over reacting#I just felt hurt because he couldnât do something pretty basic#he makes a lot of money#and this isnât about money but I spent over half my paycheck on these items just because I wanted to show appreciation to him#I wanted this year to be different#we have been together for 7 years pretty much#I want to celebrate our love especially on a day where you have an excuse to do that#I know we donât have a traditional relationship like most couples#but sometimes I want to do cheesy shit#I have expressed this to him#he shows love in other ways but ultimately I feel very unloved#am I being dramatic#am I being crazy I also have very low self esteem#he does like me#anyway we got into an arguement towards the end of the night and it just ruinned everything#I spent the whole day today depressed thinking about maybe if I didnât say anything we would be fine#đŠ·
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stuck a reference sketch on my wall yesterday and noe i am overcome with how much i want to have my wals plastered eith art and things i like and how much i chaffed with my mothers hatred for things on the walls for years and how ive forgotten at this point and i dont have any posters or anything but id like to out up pictures of my friends, and i wouldve like to print out some of the friends i dont really tlak to anymore as well and
and i cant because i still live here and those arent my walls and i cant decide what to do with them because the only thing allowed is nothing
#at leatd they are a blue green#i may have never been allowed to decorate my walls in any way but ive alwyas picked the colour they are#when i was tiny my room was pink. like im not saying i cant customise my room at all#it just has to adhere to some pretty strick guidelines and every decission i make is a battle to this day#i keep my lile beautysih products in my wardrobe becaus rit has a slidding mirror and a shelf on a good height#its the best place for it and it has been a 7 year long on and off battle about it with my mother#she doesnt use that space#she has nothing to do with it i put my own clothes back and frankly#i would rather do my own laundry any day but i dont because half of the black laundry is my clothes#and when i try and just deal with my own clothes for a few weeks she starts complaining that she doesnt have underwear#anyway#i personally would much rather she never touch my clothes with a 15 ft pole#because id rather keep some of them unwashed for months untill i get to handwash them#then have her put them in the high heat fucking asshole cycle she uses and thne the fucking dryer#we recently got the dryer like 2- 3 years back#and she loves it and i absolutely despise that thing#and its just#id rather my clothes stay usable for a few mroe yers then save myself the trouble of drying it on the rack#which its super annoying u get that i dislike doing it as well#but for someone that complained for years that i apparently take shit care of my clothes#im actually the person who keeps their clothes together for longer
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It Was Obvious - LN4
Lando Norris x Fewtrell Twin reader
Summary: Lando and Y/N Fewtrell have been seeing each other since just before the season started, what happens when they all go on vacation for summer break and are forced to continue and try to hide their relationship.
TW - NOT EDITED, lowkey mad cheesy, some fluff, talks of slight anxiety, secret relationship
WC 1200+
Y/N POV
"Lando, he's going to kill us if he catches you in here," I whisper to my boyfriend of 6 months, who is currently in my room pulling me in for another kiss.
"I'm willing to fight," Lando whispers again before kissing me again. It was a rushed make out session knowing we didn't have much time making me feel like I was back in year 10 hiding my boyfriend from my parents. But instead of my parents not knowing it's my twin brother who just so happens to be Lando's best friend.
"I love you," I whisper when he pulls away. I see the light blush crawl up his neck before settling on his cheek showing that regardless of how long we have been together we still get the giddy feelings.
"I love you too," he whispers back before slipping out of my room presumably going to his or Max's.
It's not even ten minutes later before another knock rings out through my room making me think Lando is coming back in already..
"Come in," I call out not moving from my bad. When the door opens to reveal Pietra I relax slightly knowing I don't have to worry about my twin coming in and finding out the truth had it been Lando.
"I wanna talk to you," P tells me softly making me sit up and start to feel some anxiety sink in, not knowing what she wants to talk about.
"Im not picking sides in the divorce," I joke softly making her laugh and shake her head.
"I'm not breaking up with your brother," P tells me softly making me laugh cause I knew damn well she wasn't trying to talk to me about that.
"So you and Lando?" She asks with a smirk on her face. I instantly feel all the air in the room leave making it increasingly more difficult to breathe.
"Hey, hey, hey, calm down! I'm not here to get anyone in trouble. I just wanna know more information," P tells me softly when she notices the panic starting to take over my body.
"Please don't tell anyone," I whisper out not knowing how to to trust anyone right now.
"I won't tell anyone. I think it's something you and Lando will need to do on your own time," she tells me with a smile making me relax a little bit more.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks me with a smile. I nod my head with a smile knowing I haven't been able to talk about my relationship with anyone but my mom.
"We started dating in February shortly after Max dragged you and I to that stupid golf thing. We had been talking before that but after Lando got wasted and couldn't take care of himself I went back home with him and pretty much babysat him until he went to sleep. The next morning he woke up and he set up a really cute brunch where he asked me out," I tell her with a smile making her smile with me.
"How did you figure it out?" I ask making her laugh out loud.
"Girl I love you to death but you guys are terrible at sneaking around. We've been here for for two days and everytime I can't find you, Lando just so happens to be missing as well, so I decided to spy on yall. Well kind of, I just so happened to be coming out of the bathroom when he was leaving your room and I truly wouldn't have thought anything of it but I was already suspecting you guys," she tells me making me nod.
"I think Lando and I are gonna make Max to lunch and tell him. I'm tired of lying to him and hiding my relationship," I tell her making her nod and smile.
"I think it's about time 'cause that was almost 7 months ago," she laughs out. I laughed with her happy to know she was happy for me and supported my relationship.
We're nearing the end of our trip and I have decided it was time. Keegan was already making jokes about us being together and thankfully Max was brushing them off as a joke but I'm sure he's going to start realizing the truth.
"Hey Max, I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch later?" I ask softly not wanting to give too much information and try to pass it off as twin bonding.
"Ya, we could go to that one restaurant you've been begging to since we arrived," Max says with a laugh.
"I saw it on TikTok and it looked amazing," I reply back showing my excitement.
I make sure to text Lando the plan and while I plan to tell Max just us I want Lando nearby incase he wants to talk to both of us.
We're halfway through our meal when I finally drop my fork and clear my throat.
"I have to tell you something," I tell him making him drop his fork and roll his eyes jokingly.
"I knew you didn't just want to hang out with me," he jokes making both of us laugh.
"Ya, um but you have to promise to hear me out before getting upset," I tell him suttering in stress a little making him focus on me completely.
"So, please don't be upset but, landoandiareseeingeachother," I breath out in one breath talking too fast for anyone to understand.
"Try again and breathe this time," Max says trying to stay calm at the situation.
"Lando and I are dating," I tell him refusing to look at him. When I meet his eyes I he is giving me the most disbelief look possible.
"Are you kidding me?" Max asks in pure disbelief making me grow increasingly more nervous.
"I promise he's a good one," I quickly come to defend my partner.
"You thought I didn't know?" Max rephrases his statement making it clear he already knows.
"You knew!" I announce being quite a bit louder than I had hoped.
"I've known since Miami. I mean that confirmed it but I definitely caught on before that," Max tells me slightly stunned that I didn't realize.
"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. Besides its been funny watching you and Lando try to sneak around all this time," Max tells me laughing slightly.
"So you don't care?" I ask him trying to get clarification. He just shook his head no.
"What about P?" I asked just getting curious to the situation now.
"What about her?" Max asks, clearly confused now.
"She came into my room earlier in the trip and asked me about it," I tell him, giving him some more detail about the conversation.
"Oh, no I didn't tell anyone I knew. Meaning she also caught on to your guy's terrible sneaking," Max laughs before adding, "Hell, even Keegan caught on."
I just laughed at that before sending Lando a quick text to let him know he could come in if he wanted. When he met us at the table Max explained to both of us how he caught on and when he realized we both had feelings for each other, which had been long before we started talking.
"Hey but if you break her heart I will pay Verstappen to take you out," Max tells Lando as we are walking back to the beach house we rented for the week.
That just made Lando laugh before telling him he wouldn't dare hurt me.
It was nice being able to spend the last few days of break not having to hide my relationship.
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welcome home <3
heâs unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i havenât been writing any of the additions to this series in âorderâ and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah
as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3
content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)
âjust step through here andâyep,â the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.
youâd done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriendânow fiancĂ©.
toji told you he didnât have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago.Â
the man had known heâd wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.
you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first âi love you,â said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if heâd be coming home or not.
you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers youâd bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.
there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk.Â
metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.
he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.
âtoji!â you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.
warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.
youâre lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder.Â
actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his.Â
toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper.Â
other days heâd smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.
once in a while, youâd catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. âpennies,â heâd tell you, âthatâs all we fucking get in here.â
today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face.Â
you almost think heâs laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt.Â
strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight heâs holding you against his chest.
âi love you,â the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.
âpretty girlâmâ sorryâ missed you,â his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.
youâd seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night heâd opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.
the second was well, the day he went away.
to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. youâre sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the cityâs biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallwayÂ
âitâs okay baby,â you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.
to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasnât your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.
this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear.Â
you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really.Â
youâd come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before youâd found each other, a cycle he couldnât break.
prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. thatâs just how it was.
you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view.Â
âfor me?â he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes.Â
âwho else?â you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.
you share a look briefly, yours saying youâre safe with me. his saying i know.
the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.
âyou guys ready to get started?â she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.
toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as youâre carried back to the group.
Â Ë â§ âââââââââââ
half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. thatâs what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity.Â
the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.
âfeels like a hospital in here,â he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.
the cuffs are gone, thank god. though youâre more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesnât seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.
the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change.Â
the inmateâno, ex-inmate you remind yourselfâ hands you the bag with a disinterested look.Â
he doesnât want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside.Â
âalways prepared huh?â toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. âhavenât changed a bit.â
you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.
to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.
tojiâs shirt doesnât just ânot fitâ, itâs bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight.Â
seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.
the black garment is so tight against his body that itâs practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later.Â
you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasnât with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.
a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.
âyou focused?â your fiancĂ© teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.
âi think that thingâs gonna explode if you move,â you swat his hand away.Â
âwould you rather i take it off to be safe?â he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.
the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.
ânoâ god keep it on,â you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.
âyou and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?â an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.
âwife,â he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.
the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.
waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt âgo fuck yourselvesâ to the officers whoâd wished him good luck on his way out the door.
youâre proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel whoâd kept him locked up for the better half of a decade.Â
the world flips right side up again as youâre gently placed on your feet in front of the car.Â
toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
âsâ nice,â he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. âfelt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.â
you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles.Â
âget ready to experience a lot more sun then,â you giggle. âwanna have a look at the car?â the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering heâs already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.
âhavenât seen this baby in a while,â he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancĂ© doesnât have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.
he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years.Â
âalright,â toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. âfuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.â
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you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.
the fourth time it happens, you speak up.
âwhat are you doing?â you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat
âgetting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,â he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isnât aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.
oh.. oh.
the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? youâd be worried if he wasnât hard.
you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.
the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, youâre not even sure where it came from but you donât have it in you to care.Â
you know this road, youâve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long youâd been driving youâd say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.
âwhen did your license expire?â you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.
â3 years ago,â he laughs, âwhy?â
fuck it, you think.
âyou still remember how to steer?âÂ
âcourse i dâ oh.â
it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says âwant to?â
youâre sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.
âoh fuck,â he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base.Â
your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.
your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.
âfuck, perfect girlâ my girl,â he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.
âgonna cum, gonnaâ shit,â
fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.
âfucks gotten into you, pretty girl?â he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him.Â
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you barely make it up the steps of the house before youâre shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.
âkeys,â he says against your lips, âkeysâfuck, now,â his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.
you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.
youâre being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as youâre pressed into squeaky leather.Â
âwonât be gentle,â toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.â canât right now.â
âdonât be.â you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. âwouldnât want you to.â
you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldnât feel where his body and yours ended.
when it came down to it, you supposeÂ
he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.
âfilthy,â he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.
the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. youâre surprised at how easily he slams in, though youâre embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were.Â
toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it.Â
he hasnât changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.
this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure.Â
toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.
âmissed this,â he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. âmissed you, missed having you every day.â
âyouâll have me forever,â you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.
thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.
and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.
the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.
your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. tojiâs thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.
âoh my gâ holy shit,â he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.
âkeep going,â you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. âjust keep fucking me please donât stop please plââ
âyeah? keep going?â he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. âgreedy huh?â
you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but youâd be damned if he didnât keep giving it to you.
brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldnât anymore.
âgonna come,â your fiancĂ© pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine
âinside, fuckâplease,â youâre practically shaking.
âinside?â he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. âyou want my seed? huh?âÂ
you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.
hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.
you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.
âwe should probably..â toji trails off, completely out of breath. âshould probably head upstairs.â he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.
âor we could go another round?â you mumble, throwing the question out there.Â
âshit, yeah.. probably should right?â he chuckles
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so highschool
pairing: charles leclerc x australian! reader
summary: y/n yln is in love, or in which the famous singer decides to hard launch a relationship
warning: age gap relationship, hate
a/n: i aged up charles so its not pedophelia guyssss (8 years gap)
pt 2 is here!!! pt 3 is here!!!
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yourusername life recently ft kika and gomez
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francisca.cgomes no because i missed you so much
â yourusername just ditch pierre and come stay with me two problems solved
â pierregasly yourusername uncalled for
â yourusername pierregasly you exist so is it really uncalled for
â user1đ
sabrinacarpenter ur so perf omg
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â oliviarodrigo no fr fr
user2 y/n really just woke up and chose violence today
â yourusername if pierres involved always
user3 shes so fine tbh
user4 why is she hanging out with kika
â user5 they've been friends for ages babes
user6 so no ones gonna talk about charles camping out in the likes
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yourusername: insert dry ass caption here
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francisca.cgomes marry me đ
â yourusername bet
pierregasly the girl on the fifth slide đ
â yourusername back off shes my wife đ€ș
â pierregasly shes literally my girlfriend
â yourusername and?
â francisca.cgomes and?
â pierregasly i give up
â user1 LOL
user2 pierre be fighting for his life in y/ns comments
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â yourusername as he should tbh
user2 charles camping out in the likes AGAIN i seeđ
yourusername has posted two stories
caption1: where am i off to???
caption2: Monza <3
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charlesleclerc how far away are you?
charlesleclerc i miss you
yourusername not that far my love
yourusername i'll see you soon
yourusername love you
charlesleclerc i love you more
francisca.cgomes YAYYY
francisca.cgomes I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU
yourusername ME TOOO
user1 where are you off too đ
user2 literally back the fuck off babes
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yourusername monza gp ps not the way i wanted to hard launch but very proud of my baby
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francisca.cgomes cant believe i have to share now
â yourusername lets just runaway together
â francisca.cgomes yourusername packing my things as we speak
â charlesleclerc yourusername excuse me???
â yourusername charlesleclerc hehe sorry??
â pierregasly you get used to it after a while
â user1 this dynamic>>
user2 hard launch of the CENTURY
user3 I KNEW IT OMG
user4 "not the way i wanted to hard launch" can she just be grateful omfg
user5 goldigger
user6 shes way to young for him
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yourusername two new singles "so highschool" and "so american" out now guysss
charlesleclerc I HEARD THESE FIRST GUYS
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francisca.cgomes streaming nonstop
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pierregasly even i'm admitting their good
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landonorris charlesleclerc never playing gta with you again
â charlesleclerc have you seen my gf mate
sabrinacarpenter MY TALENTED BESTIE
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oliviarodrigo MARRY ME
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user1 he says i'm pretty wearing his clothes
user2 still don't like her
â user3 then why are you stalking
â user4 user3 no fr
â user3 gtfo then
yourusername has posted two stories
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caption 1: mr so highschool and so australian â€ïž
caption 2: back in monaco for a while
caption 3: the best view
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yourusername đđ
landonorris maybe he might shut up about you now
yourusername it can't be bad
landonorris sure...
user1 wonder whos money that was
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yourusername well deserved time off
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charlesleclerc still can't believe your mine â€ïž
â yourusername i could say the same mon amor
â user1 đ€șđ€ș
francisca.cgomes shes everything hes there
â charlesleclerc hey!!
â yourusername sorry baby
â charlesleclerc yourusername its alright my love
user2 what well deserved time off you haven't done anything
â user3 go touch grass shes obviously talking about her boyfriend
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user4 really does like older men huh
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charlesleclerc i need you more than the moon needs the sun
â yourusername đđ
charlesleclerc shocked that you said yes
â pierregasly same tbh
â yourusername francisca.cgomes come get your man
â francisca.cgomes yourusername yes maam đ«Ą
francisca.cgomes I HELPED PICK THAT RING OUT
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francisca.cgomes IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU OMG
â yourusername your the sweetest omg
pierregasly yeah congrats i guess
â francisca.cgomes pierregasly be so real you sobbed like a baby
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charlesleclerc she said yes
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yourusername mon amor
yourusername how did i get so lucky
â charlesleclerc im the lucky one
francisca.cgomes creds for helping with the ring
francisca.cgomes AND THE PHOTOS
â charlesleclerc right yes credit to you
â pierregasly charlesleclerc "right yes credit to you" npc frfr
â francisca.cgomes pierregasly leave him alone he just got engaged
landonorris congrats đŸ
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maxverstapen1 happy engagement!!!
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ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight
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Holy chips! It's an exciting time to be a Foodfight! fan, because ROTTEN: Behind The Foodfight is finally out! This really is THE definitive documentary on the insanity behind the movie, and it finally answers the question of just what was going on behind the scenes during production. Since I helped out with research (and I even get a short line of dialogue at 45:19) I've already seen everything that was shown off, but had to keep quiet until all the interviews were conducted and the documentary was finished. But now it's out and everything has been made public, the cat's out of the bag (the Fat Cat Burglar?) and I can talk about all the production material that's been shared.
Before I get into any of that though, I'd highly recommend you watch the documentary for yourself. It's insanely well researched and put together, and having worked together with Ziggy Cashmere (the documentary's creator) I know how hard he dedicated himself towards making this all possible. If it weren't for him, the most interesting Foodfight! discovery would've been finding the novelization, and we would have never gotten any real insight into how this movie came to be. It's also a documentary that really speaks for itself- I don't want to say too much about what it reveals since it's all expressed far better through its narrative and the interviews with people who actually worked on the project. My favorite is the interview with texture artist Mona Weiss- she tells such horrifying stories about how she was treated by Larry and other crewmembers, yet does it all with a sense of humor that makes it clear she's enjoying getting to talk about her crazy experiences. It's clear Foodfight! was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish, and there's nobody to blame for that but Larry Kasanoff himself. The movie was rotten from the top down and despite the countless talented animators and artists working on it, nothing could fix the fact that it was fundamentally mismanaged in the worst way possible. I think the quote from producer George Johnsen summarizes it best: "Foodfight! was a good idea that unfortunately lost its way during production. The technology, the art, and the direction were not in sync. Many very talented people gave their all to make the picture, but more understanding of process from the top was needed for it to succeed."
But if you saw the documentary, you already know all that, right? So instead, let's talk about the behind-the-scenes material that's finally been shared! You can find everything I'll talking about HERE on archive.org-
It's worth following the link and checking it out for yourself- there's so much it'd impossible to discuss everything. Artwork, storyboards, bloopers, models, a nude render of Lady X, an interview with Larry Kasanoff, the list goes on and it's still being updated! Despite the documentary already being out, people who worked on the movie are continuing to share new material! It's pretty incredible- for the past year I've ran this blog all I've really had to discuss are two tie-in books, and now there's so much Foodfight! material I can't even keep up with it.
I mean LOOK at all this, isn't it fantastic? The character art by Jim George showing off just how much better these designs originally were, the countless environments showing off just how stunning Marketropolis could've looked as well as the strength of the core idea "what if a supermarket came to life at night", and insanely detailed storyboards for a 7-minute pitch reel that was used to sell the movie to investors. Normally, I'd be ALL OVER this because it's all just incredible, but there's something far, FAR more fascinating than any of it.
There are even multiple drafts of the script (one from 2005 and one from 2007 respectively) and normally I'd be insanely fascinated by those too, making extremely detailed posts explaining the differences between the drafts and how they compare to the novelization, but there's something else that was found that blows ALL of this out of the water and is easily one of the most monumental lost media discoveries of ALL TIME.
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That's right, a rough cut of the ENTIRE movie from 2005 has been found, containing nearly ALL the completed animation from earlier on in production. I mean, that's mindblowing right? We first got sent this around a month ago, a little while before the documentary came out, and I literally stopped everything I was doing at work to just sit and watch this. This is the closest we're ever going to get to the "original" version of Foodfight! after all- only 7 minutes of footage was ever actually made before they switched to mocap, made solely for the aforementioned pitch reel, and this workprint contains practically all of it! On top of that there are some great storyboards in here, as well as some truly hilarious ones cobbled together from 3D renders, and the plot is far better than what we ended up with, a lot of the more inappropriate jokes being absent. This rough cut is actually pretty similar to the novelization in that regard, and it also contains scenes that we'd previously only read about in there.
For example, in the novelization there's a snowmobile chase through the mountains, with Brand X soldiers on snowmobiles and a heavy avalanche close behind. This scene was completely left out of the movie itself, but in this workprint it's here! ALL the previously novelization-exclusive scenes are included, and this rough cut is seemingly based on an even earlier draft of the script than that- here Brand X are still defeated by a flood, whereas by the time of the novelization it'd been changed to a lightning storm. There are SO many exciting differences in this workprint, the snippets of original animation we get to see are SO good, and it's SO much better than the movie itself that I think it by far deserves the crown as the DEFINITIVE version of Foodfight! There's so much in it I want to discuss, that there's no way I can fit it all into this one post...so stay tuned, because in the next few days I'll be doing a FULL analysis of the 2005 workprint, pointing out all the extra brand mascots not in the finished film, and generally just gushing about how amazing it is.
I mean, this is it. Just take it all in for a second- the original footage was considered lost media for over a decade, and now it's practically been found in its entirety, embedded in an early cut of the whole movie...isn't that just phenomenal? All the mysteries have been unraveled, all the questions have been answered, and now we can relax, take a deep breath, and watch Foodfight!...the REAL Foodfight! Make sure to enjoy it, and join me next time for my analysis!
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Iâm just now getting into and learning about the odyssey but likeâŠwas all the adultery with Circe and Calypso by choice or did Odysseus get manipulated into that since he does genuinely love Penelope more than he did either of them so like what happened there?
Well you read the text haha you tell me
There's too much surrounding Circe's to ever know the level of consent imo. She gets like a paragraph or two and we know they definitely slept together at least once. Hermes tells him to but their meeting was also supposedly prophesied. She is a goddess and he's a mortal. His men were trapped with her but they also stayed a year after. We don't even really know if they had sex after that but I can't say they didn't. The whole thing is very vague, but you can't quite say it was by choice. I think a friend described it by saying the closest word for it is dubcon
With Calypso it's clearer the level of consent. Though, maybe it could have been willing at first, with the line "she no longer pleased him". Which could be interpreted a different number of ways so I'm not gonna get into it. The bit I'm going to point to is the line after, "an unwilling lover beside a lover all too willing". That's rape. Regardless of any past proclivities, at some point his consent was revoked. He had been trapped on her island the entire time for 7 years, so already the power imbalance (along with her being a goddess) is pretty skewed. He wept on her shores every day. He says himself that he longs to go home. Athena says he longs to die
#wolfy tedtalks#anyways cheating in itself is already a pretty loaded term#i never like discussing it cause the attitude to it at the time was already so different#rape tw
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (LANDO NORRIS X Reader)
I did a poll yesterday and I had asked which driver I should write an smau with Sabrina Carpenter's Please please please. Lando won, so here is the smau. I hope you guys enjoy it more than I enjoyed making it!! (I used Sabrina Carpenter mostly, except a few places where I got the pictures from pinterest)
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Liked by McLaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 4,657,982 others Y/N.Y/L/N So Y/BFF/user loves watching cars go fast, I on the contrary had my heart stop when I found out the speed they drove at. Thank you to McLaren for having us. It was the nicest experience, let's do this again some time. The drivers were so much fun, especially oscarpiastri, same sense of humour as Y/BFF/N.
user 1 I knew loving y/n was a queen move, she's so pretty. user 2 the crossover I didn't know I neededđđ user 3 I was at the race and when I said I was a fan she gave me and the others an autograph and we even took pictures!! the sweetest!!â€ïžâ€ïž user 4 I was also at the race and I saw her and Lando literally throwing themselves at each other and laughing at god knows what. user 5 user4 me too, I saw them whispering to each other and I think I saw them exchange numbersđ user 6 both of them follow each other now, idk what that means?? are we getting a new dad?!đ€
Y/N was greeted by McLaren staff at the entrance and given paddock passes to enter. Y/BFF/N was looking around with big round eyes and almost screamed when she saw Lando and Oscar. They shook hands and went along with the engineers on a tour of the paddock. Y/N didn't understand most of it but she was happy for Y/BFF/N. Lando seemed to have noticed that Y/N was zoned out, so he tapped her shoulder, "You don't have to listen if you don't want to." Y/N apologised and tried to pay attention, alas Lando had other plans and decided to end her misery. He took her along to the drivers room, let her sit down and even got her an iced americano, her favourite!! Y/N thanked him with the conversation flowing like butter with the sprinkling of some flirting here and there. As Lando finished P3, he made sure to get Y/N number before she left for the night; a triumphant look on Lando's face.
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Liked by 34,765 others f1updates Y/N Y/L/N was in attendance at todayâs race at McLaren. P (Max's girlfriend's daughter) was seen taking picture with her. She wasn't the only one happy it seems because a certain driver couldn't get done with press and debrief without blushing every time he looked at her. He even ran back after the race to her in what every is describing as a race to get her number before she leaves. We hope to see more of Y/N now that she might become a wag.
user 7 can celebrities who don't care about the sport not come. đđ user 8 this page is supposed to update about the race not the racers livesđđ user 9 I think they look cute together, I haven't seen Lando blush like this everđ„°đ„°
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Liked by landonorris and 3,657,987 other Y/N.Y/L/N So happy to bring you the collection with Skims I've been working on since last year. You know how much of a big advocate I am of body positivity and control. I hope this collection brings joy to all the people who wear it, I hope you feel just as sexy as I did while doing the photoshoot
user 7 not Lando lurking in the likes user 8 user 7 he's not lurking, he follows her lol. user 9 she betrayed taylorswift for moneyđ€Šââïž. user 10 mother is mothering user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N can you adopt me?? I wanna be hot like you when I grow up Y/N.Y/L/N user 11 sure but you're already hot, I can see from the pfpđđ. user 11 Y/N.Y/L/N didn't just reply to me, i can die happy
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user 10 marry me Norris!!!â€ïžâ€ïžđđ user 11 he's so cute and drivers fast cars, what a package.đ„čđ„č. user 12 its ok mate, better luck next timeđ user 1 not only did Lando like y/n post, y/n liked his back toođđ
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Liked by 15,798 others. y/nupdates Y/N was seen a few days back with a mystery man on the streets of London. Both of them looked very comfortable holding hands or kissing each other any chance they got. Is there romance in the air or is this another one of y/n flings? only time will tell.
user 2 guys, its Lando Norris, Mclaren's driverđł user 3 I can confrim its Lando, I saw them near big ben user 4 she hasn't released any new music in ages, focus on your workđ«đ« user 5 user 4 let her have fun, you mood killerđ€Ź
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liked by 3,490 others f1wagsupdates Lando Norris was seen getting up close and comfortable with a new girl on the beaches of Hawaii. Is a new grid couple on the rise??
user 6 you did not just call y/n a new girl?? đ€Šââïžđ€ user 7 i think they are so cute!! I want what they haveđ©đ user 8 Lando needs to focus on the race now that Mclaren is doing so goodđ€đ€
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liked by Y/BFF/user and others popnews Y/N Y/L/N, singer and Lando Norris, McLaren's F1 driver were seen walking around the streets of Paris. This seems to be the third city the pair has been spotted being in love. Speculations say that they started dating after Y/N went to the race in March. Only time will tell what is going on between the two since they've kept their personal lives private since neither have been seen attending a race or a concert. We've tried contacting both their PR team but have gotten no response.
user 9 y/n best friend liked this, must be trueđ€Ż!! user 10 both of them are so cute together!! can't wait for all the love songs y/n will writeđđ user 11 i hate it when bitches get with hot guysđĄ user 12 you can tell they both are in love. can't believe popnews reported, must be realđ
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Liked by lando.jpg, Y/BFF/user and others. babygirlcore that's why they say you should date an athlete, they got good stamina lando.jpg damn, i feel objectified babygirlcore I'm only with you for the looks, sorry you had to find out like this Y/BFF/N can't believe my bestie is dating my fav driver and I find out from the tabloid babygirlcore I'm sorry Y/BFF/N I would've told you but Lando wouldn't let me. lando.jpg don't drag me in this I'm innocent
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Liked by landonorris,maxverstappen1 and 1,452,647 others. Y/N.Y/L/N It was so much fun performing at coachella. Thank you for having me. I've been touring for the past year, but this never gets old. I hope I get to see you guys at my concerts, tickets available in the bio.
user 1 seeing her live was a dream come trueđ user 2 the only reason I went to coachellaâ€ïžâ€ïž user 3 is it just me or was she winking and giggling at someone in the crowd??đ€đ€ user 4 user3 I saw it too, it's prolly Landođ„Čđ„Č user 5 user4 it was definitely Lando someone posted pictures of them after the coachella user 6 can't believe this witch took my Landođ€đ€
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Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, McLaren, f1 and 5,278,934 others. landonorris that first win feeling!! So thankful to McLaren for always believing in me!!
user 7 the most deserved winđđđ!! user 8 not Lando running to y/n as soon as he wonđđđ!! user 9 so rude, y/n won't even comment congratulating her boyfriendđ·đ· carlossainz55 congratulations cabron oscarpiastri congratulations mate
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liked by lando.jpg and others babygirlcore the winner of Miami gp and my heart!! give it up for Lando Norris!! so proud of you baby, I knew you could do it!! can't wait to share more wins and watch you become the WDC!!
lando.jpg you're making me blush, love you baby!! Y/BFF/user can't believe I missed this historic moment Congratulations Lando!! Gonna have to take the year off so I can process these emotionsđđ±đ€Ż lando.jpg thank you Y/BFF/N
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Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 3,765,983 others. Y/N.Y/L/N I've been working at the studio for a while now, can't wait for you guys to hear the new stuff I've coming for you. It's been so long since a new album. So, I'm happy to announce the release of my new album in a couple months. Can't wait to share it with the best people in my life!!
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user 7 let her cookđđ„č user 8 can't believe Lando is her muse, the song is so Lando codedđ„čđ„č user 9 oh to be y/n and dating Lando, she hit the jack potđđ user 10 I'm so happy she's finally getting the love she deservesâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžđđđ. user 11 can they just come out and say that they are datingđđ. user 12 i'm working late cuz I'm a singer, the line of the century, play this at my funeralđ Y/BFF/user is this song about me babygirl Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/ user always, you're my soulmateâ€ïžâ€ïžđ„°đ„°đđ
Lando couldn't help but gloat to his friends and fellow drivers. How many people can say that their girlfriend wrote a song about them. The song made him soft and mushy so when Y/N walked through the door he tackled her into a hug. "you wrote a song about me" Lando whispered in her ear. "I did" y/n replied, "all my songs are about you darling" Lando's neck felt hot and his cheeks started to hurt from smiling to hard. Y/N looked at his face and smirked, "aww!! is little norris blushing??" Lando quickly moved away and turn his head towards the window. Y/N couldn't help but tease him and call him a sap in love. Honestly the biggest sap was Y/N since she was the one writing songs about her boyfriend.
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Liked by landonorris, charles_leclerc and 2,769,654 others Y/N.Y/L/N Heart break is one thing, my ego's another.
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user 1 mom said dad's not allowed to look anywhere else.đđđđ. user 2 what a power move y/n casting her boyfriend in the song about not fucking up the relationshipđđ. user 3 if that stupid vroom vroom guy fucks up, it's on sightđ€đ€ user 4 i don't get the hype, she aint even that prettyđ. user 6 i hope they break up, Lando is meant to end up with me đ€Šââïž landonorris Thanks for having me on the music video, if you need help in the future lemme knowđđ Liked by the author user 5 Lando trying to be low key in the comments when we know he's being loved by the best girl Y/BFF/user I'm sending this to my boyfriend Y/N.Y/L/N Y/BFF/user I thought I was your boyfriend, am I the other one???? Y/BFF/user Y/N.Y/L/N sorry babygirl, it do be like that sometimes
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Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N, maxverstappen1 and 1,256,783 others. landonorris I'm not as good with words as she is. I never knew what love felt like before she walked into my life. So grateful to be the boyfriend of the most beautiful, kind, caring, loving and gorgeous girl. You're my forever person. I love you Y/N Y/L/Nâ€ïžâ€ïž
user 1 if someone saw this. they'd think this was a y/n fan acc. user 2 y/n is barbie and Lando is just ken and he's happy if barbie isđ«đ«. user 3 eww, she ugly, Lando could do so much better. carlossainz55 congratulations cabron!! happy for you charles_leclerc Alex want's to know if we can get tickets to her concert?? Y/N.Y/L/N charles_leclerc yessss!! tell Alex she can come to all my concerts oscarpiastri you would've thought he would shut up after getting with her but he has become insufferable. Y/N.Y/L/N take him away. He cries whenever you're not around. Liked by Y/N.Y/L/N Y/N.Y/L/N I love you too baby boy. You're my forever person too!! landonorris I'm so lucky to have you, love you mommyđđ.
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Liked by landonorris, Y/BFF/user and 1,426,783 others Y/N.Y/L/N People keep asking why are all my songs about love, I look at them and say Iâve finally found my muse. He makes me so happy, Iâve never felt this way with anyone. So grateful for meeting him cuz I donât think I knew what being loved was like. Thank you Lando Norris for being the light in my dark times. I just wish my heart didnât give up every time you looked at me or got into that damn F1 car. But I think Iâll live. Love youâ€ïžđ
landonorris love you too. Liked by author user 4 what dry ass reply was that Lando, look at y/n comment's on his post Y/BFF/user landonorris does this mean free passes to the races forever?? landonorris Y/BFF/user obviously!! user 5 Lando is so blind, she's only using you user 6 they are so cute, they'd have the cutest babiesđ„șđ„ș user 7 he's too good for her, i wish he was still with Luisinha user 8 y/n prolly watching every race to make sure her man is alive đ€Łđ€Ł
After hitting the post button on their respective accounts, Y/N found herself in Lando's arms with her head against his chest and his on top of hers. She wrapped her arms around his torso and took a deep breathe; "I love you so much, you know that, right?" Lando chuckled, âYou don't let me forget it, with being your muse and allâ She let out a sign of content and mumbled, "Just like the driver's championship you are P3 in my heart" Lando's face dropped, unwrapping his arms and pulling her to eye level, "what do you mean?" Y/N just laughed and said, "my parents and Y/BFF/N are P1 and P2 but am sure you'll become P2 if I write any more songs about you." Lando leaned in and kissed her, she pulled him closer as she deepend the kiss. Both of them happy where they were in each other's arms.
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Part 9: These Moments Of Ours
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 10 - Part 11
Just crash, it's our time now (to make this work second time around)
(In which a people-pleasing author gives the people what they've been begging for)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Fluff with a little bit Angst
Words: 7.2K Words
TW: Explicit Sexual Content, Swearing
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 Thank you for being oh so patient with me because I know I really made y'all wait and hopefully it'll be worth the wait. I'm gonna keep this pretty short and sweet today so onto the usual. Please keep sending me your thoughts and theories; they're the best motivation a girl could ask for. I did edit but feel free to point out the inevitable typos/mistakes. As always, let me know what you liked, what you disliked and what you'd like to see going forward. Have a lovely rest of your week my loves :)
April 2030Â
UConn 84 Â Notre Dame 82Â
The blue and white section of the Moda Center crowd erupts in cheers as the final buzzer rings through the stadium. Confetti rains down on the court as the UConn Huskies are crowned national champions once again. Paigeâs scream is drowned out by KKâs louder whoop as the two of them excitedly wrap their arms around each other, jumping up and down like theyâre college students all over again.Â
âOh okay, love the inclusion,â Ice rolls her eyes but it morphs into a grin as her former teammates pull her into their group hug, all three of them making a ruckus thatâs drowned out by the crowd around them roaring in excitement.Â
âCan yâall be a little quieter. Iâm tryna mourn my Irish in peace,â Sonia says lousily, glaring at them in irritation as she fiddles with her clover bracelet.Â
âOh cheer up Citron,â Paige teases her Wings teammate, âat least yâall finally made it back to the Final Four.â
âFuck all the way off Bueckers-â
âGO HUSKIES,â a loud voice interrupts Soniaâs grumbling as Jana rushes into their section, the Valkyries center smiling vibrantly as she crashes into her old friends, âBLEED BLUE BABY!â
âBleed blue!â the three UConn faithful chorus back as Sonia glumly saunters over to Maddy Westbeld who had come over with Jana, the two Fighting Irish alum sharing a commiserating hug.Â
âThis is why everyone finds you Huskies insufferable,â Maddy says with disgust.Â
âBecause we just keep winning? There, there little leprechauns,â Ice taunts, light-heartedly patting Maddy and Soniaâs heads as both of them bristle and flash the Wings forward with a synchronized middle finger, âIâm sure youâll catch up to us never.â
Paige is about to join in on the ribbing when KK turns to Jana with a frown, âwhereâs Azzi? I thought all of yâall came together.â
She shouldnât care this much anymore. Itâs been five years and Paige thinks itâs a little ridiculous how quickly her ears perks up at the mention of her girlfriend, thinks itâs a little pathetic how she leans in closer to Jana, embarrassingly eager to hear the answer to KKâs question.Â
âWe did. She wanted to go call her parents to check on Stephie,â Jana explains.Â
KK rolls her eyes, her face as disappointed as Paige feels, âof course she did.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean,â Jana narrows her eyes at the shorter woman, a protective edge to her tone. Â
âIt means that this avoidance bullshit Azziâs on is pretty fucking tired,â KK sneers.Â
âKK bro chill,â Ice steps in immediately, looking worriedly between her two friends as Janaâs eyes flash with fire.Â
âSheâs checking on her daughter KK. Sheâs not trying to avoid anything,â Janaâs quietness is in stark contrast with the loud cheers around them and Paige swallows the guilt clawing at her throat. This is their fault. Her and Azziâs. Theyâd caused an earthquake in their own lives and the aftershocks had rippled throughout their friends and families, creating rubble where there had once been solid foundations.Â
KK laughs bitterly, âshe had to check on her daughter right now? The game ended like three fucking seconds ago and she couldnât just wait?â
âYouâre being unfair.â
âWhy are you always defending her?â
âBecause sheâs my teammate and itâs not all her fault,â Jana spits out, eyes briefly darting towards Paige who digs her fingernails into her palm, âitâs not her fault that she doesnât always feel welcome around certain people.â
âAnd how about the rest of us people whoâd really like to see her once in a while?â hurt tinges in KKâs words, âshe canât put the other shit aside for one fucking second?â
Jana opens her mouth, ready to defend her Azzi again but before she can speak, a calm voice cuts in, âhi guys.â
Goosebumps rush up Paigeâs arms as she takes in the sight of the ex-girlfriend. Thereâs nothing extravagant to Azziâs outfit, a simple UConn sweatshirt paired with black ripped jeans and minimal jewelry but she looks as radiant as always. Thereâs an awkward tension in the air as Azzi warily takes in the way KK and Jana are still glaring at each other. Her eyes accidentally lock with Paige and the blonde can see the same guilt of this is our collateral damage reflected back in those dark brown orbs.Â
âHi Azzi,â Ice is the first one to break the silence, wrapping the Valkyries shooting guard in a hug, âhowâs Stephanie?â
Paige watches as Azziâs eyes light up at the mention of her daughter's name, all of her previous apprehension gone as she begins to gush about the little girl, âsheâs good. Somehow manipulated my dad into letting her stay up past her bedtime but good. Sheâs only two years old but already such a damn menace,â the brunetteâs gaze wanders over to KK, âI guess that was to be expected huh? Any child of mine was bound to be one.â
KK cracks a half smile, bumping her shoulder against Janaâs as a truce sign, âyou call it being menace, we call it being smart as hell right El Alfy?â
âDude thatâs what I tell her every time,â Jana immediately accepts the white flag, slinging an arm around the shorter woman, âAzzi just has genius children. Me, you, NĂ©s and now Stephie.â
Ice gawks at the two of them, âseriously?â
âWell you see Ice, statistically she canât have all genius children. Someone needed to be average,â KK mocks, high-fiving a giggling Jana.Â
âAre yâall seeing this bullying?â Ice rounds on Paige and Azzi, hands on her hips with dramatically wide eyes, âare yâall really gonna let them bully your favorite child like this?â
âWe donât have favorites,â Paige and Azzi say at the same, pausing abruptly at the resurgence of familiar synchronicity between them. They glance briefly at each other, shuffling nervously, before immediately looking away.Â
âI hate all of yâall,â Ice pouts, petulantly folding her arms against her chest.Â
âAw cheer up Icey,â Jana pats the top of Iceâs head, âhow about a round of shots at the hotel bar to cheer you up?â she turns to Maddy and Sonia, whoâd been having their own conversation, with a devilish grin, âlosing teamâs paying.â
âYâall are sore winners,â Maddy huffs.Â
Paigeâs eyes dart towards Azzi, waiting for the younger woman to come up with a shallow excuse like she usually does to get out of having to spend more time with the blonde than necessary. And she knows that itâs unfair of her, knows that itâs only natural for someone to actively avoid being stuck in the same place as their past -thinks only a fool like her could want to be in their exâs presence- but every time Azzi escapes being around her, Paige canât help the disappointment that curls in her stomach.Â
âYâall coming,â KK asks, a slight edge to her voice as she twists to look at Paige and Azzi.Â
âOf course,â Paige grins, locking arms with Sonia who immediately groans, âIâm not passing up free drinks. Especially not when the Irish are paying.â
âAz?â KKâs eyes are hopeful.Â
Azzi bites her lip and Paige can almost see the cogs turning in her brain before she schools her features into a soft smile, âyeah. Iâll come.â
***Â
Paige isnât sure how it happens. Well actually, thatâs not quite right. She definitely has an idea of how it happened. Sheâs not quite sure when KK, Ice and Jana had had time to devise the plan but sheâs certain thatâs how it happened. Because really, thereâs no other reasonable explanation for how she and Azzi have ended up being the only two people, from their previous party of seven, that are still sitting at the bar. Maddy and Sonia had left first, muttering under their breaths about not wanting to be around insufferable winners. Ice had been the next to leave, making up an excuse about how she wanted to call her boyfriend. Then Jana had apparently needed the bathroom. When she hadnât returned in a solid 15 minutes, it was KKâs turn. A barely disguised grin and a hard-to-believe lie ofïżœïżœ I think Jana got lost, I should go help her on her lips as sheâd excused herself to the sound of Paige and Azziâs protests.Â
The two of them sit in awkward silence for a bit until Azzi suddenly bursts out laughing, the corner of her eyes crinkling. Paige regards her with amusement, trying to ignore the way the sound of the younger woman laughing feels like hearing her favorite song come on in the car on a warm summer road trip.Â
âYouâre a little young to be going crazy,â she remarks.Â
âShut up,â Azzi rolls her eyes, lightly punching Paigeâs shoulder, âitâs just- theyâre still all really shitty liars.â
Paige laughs, âand they still come up with the dumbest plans.â
âDo you remember when they locked us in the Werth changing rooms when we had that stupid fight-â
âHey,â Paige interrupts indignantly, âit wasnât stupid-â
âIt was definitely stupid-â
âYou asked Carol to drive you to rehab instead of me.â
âBecause you had practice at the same time.â
âI wouldnât have minded being five minutes late to practice.â
Azzi snorts, âmore like half an hour and you sure as shit wouldnât have been fine when coach would have yelled at you and made you run suicides after.â
âI wouldnât have cared,â Paige shrugs, ârunning suicides would have been worth it for an extra hour with you.â
Azzi stares at her, mouth opening and closing several times before she finally looks away, a soft sigh falling from her lips, âyouâre doing it again.â
âIâm not doing anything,â Paige says, unable to keep the defensiveness from creeping into her words.Â
âYou are,â Azzi slips off the barstool, âyou are and you donât even know it.â
âAzzi,â Paige curls her hand around the other womanâs bicep, pulling her in to stop her from leaving and itâs a bad idea because now theyâre too close and her heartbeat quickens immediately at the fact that if she leaned in just a little bit more, there would be no more space left between them, âwhat am I doing?â
âYouâre- you-â Azzi stutters, gulping as her eyes briefly flicker down to Paigeâs lips, âyouâre making me feel.â
âMaking you feel what?â Paige presses.Â
For a second, Paige thinks Azzi might just give in to her heart, might just tell the truth but then something hardens in her face, and the next word that slips out of her mouth has both of them going rigid, âhowâs your wife Paige?â
âAz-â
âI should go to bed,â Azzi says firmly, trying to wriggle out of Paigeâs tightening grip.Â
âAzzi-â
âI have an early flight and I should probably wake up a little earlier than I normally would cause you know Janaâs gonna need me to wake her up,â Azzi rambles still trying to twist her arm out of Paigeâs hold.Â
âHold on-â
âCan you just let go of me-â
âIâm trying to tell-â
âI really need to get to bed-â
âAz-â
âI have to go-â
âAzzi Iâm getting a divorce,â Paige bursts out; the admission feels light a heavy weight off her chest.
Azzi stops fighting against the blondeâs grip, âoh.â
âWeâve- um-â Paigeâs throat feels dry as Azziâs eyes continue to bore into her, âweâve been separated for a while and I finally-uh- finally filed the papers a little while ago. So um- to your question- I uh- I donât know how she is because I- I donât- there uh- there isnât- there isnât a wife.â
Thereâs silence for a bit as Azziâs head bops up and down as she processes Paigeâs revelation, âIâm um-â she clears her throat, âIâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. Itâs not like itâs your fault,â and thatâs not completely true -not when Olivia had repeatedly thrown the past back in Paigeâs face- but she doesnât think Azzi needs to know that, doesnât want the younger woman to feel guilty for things beyond her control. Sheâs confused when Azzi flinches, like a memory has just pinched her nerves.Â
âRight,â Azzi bites, âI really should- I really should be going to bed.â
Something gloomy settles across Paigeâs heart as she nods at the brunetteâs words, slipping out of her own chair as they start walking towards the elevator in the lobby. She feels antsy, like sheâs leaving something incomplete. The silence rings loud between them as they wait for the elevator doors to open, keeping as much distance as they can from each other. It feels like ages before the familiar ding! finally rings out around them. Despite the abundance of room inside, the doorway into the elevator is rather condensed and their shoulders brush against each other as they make their way inside. Audible sighs involuntarily roll off of their tongues at the brief second of contact as they both shiver from each otherâs familiar touch. Thereâs enough space now that they could easily move away -they probably should move away- but instead they stay pressed together. The sound of their uneven breathing fills the elevator as the doors close in front of them.
âIâm uh- Iâm on the third floor,â Azzi says as she presses the #3 button, âyou?â
âFifth,â Paige breathes out, eyes fixated on the goosebumps that appear on the back of Azziâs neck as her hands shake while pushing the #5 button.Â
The elevator jolts up and Paige immediately reaches for Azziâs hips to steady her, eliciting a small gasp from the other woman. She waits for Azzi to move away but the brunette stays put and Paige doesnât move her hands.Â
The doors open on the third floor. Both of them suck in a sharp breath.Â
Azzi doesnât get out.Â
***Â
Paige wakes up to the dreadful sound of her alarm clock blaring around her room. It takes a second before the memories of last night start pounding against her skull. Her body aches in the best way possible. The room is still dark -just like it had been last night- and she closes her eyes, trying to revisit the feeling of Azziâs lips pressed against her forehead, right before the younger woman -with her hair disheveled and bitemarks littered across her jawline-Â had left Paigeâs room.Â
Paige hadnât asked Azzi to stay. She wonders if she should have; wonders if Azzi would have agreed if sheâd asked. But she hadnât asked and Azzi hadnât stayed. She regrets it a little bit. She wonders if Azzi does too. And Paige thinks that maybe thatâs just the melancholic truth about their tragic story.Â
Maybe theyâre destined to always regret.Â
***Â
April 2033
Paige thinks Azziâs guest room air conditioning must be broken or something. Thereâs no other explanation for why, despite having kicked off every single blanket, she feels like sheâs tossing and turning in red hot lava. She feels restless, like she has a purpose that sheâs leaving unfulfilled. All the different scenes from tonight are rushing through her head, but her heart keeps stuttering on the last one; an image of the way Azzi had looked at her before theyâd kissed good night.Â
Azzi had asked her to stay even if sheâd hidden it under a lame disguise of it being too late and Paige being too angry to drive home alone. And itâs not completely false that her blood is still boiling, their little encounter with fucking asshole still dangerously lingering in her mind as she thinks of the 101 ways she would have liked to murder him. But they both know that the minute Azzi had run her hand down Paigeâs back, the moment sheâd called her baby, the moment sheâd given her the reassurance she was too scared to ask for but needed desperately, Paige had felt all the anger in her body replaced by that familiar sense of calm only Azzi had ever been able to provide.Â
And after that had been decided, theyâd both hesitated in the hallway, looking back and forth between Azziâs master bedroom and the guestroom. Paige doesnât know what had possessed her, why sheâd decided tonight of all nights to play this false chivalrous rule-abiding good girl persona when it was the last thing she wanted to do. Because the last couple of weeks had been hell. The stupid rules had been hell. Going slow had been hell. Having to pull away from Azzi and walk out the door every night when all she wanted to was to lose herself in the brunetteâs arms had been hell. But sheâd done it for Azzi. Sheâd done it because there isnât a thing in the world that she wouldnât do for Azzi. Except tonight had been different. There had been that look on Azziâs face -the way the younger woman had bitten her lips, the way her eyes had been hooded over, the way her cheeks had been flushed as her gaze roamed over Paigeâs body- and it had morphed into one of pure disappointment when Paige had said sheâd take the guestroom.Â
Youâre a fucking idiot Paige Bueckers, she thinks to herself as she bolts right up, the image finally burning a little too bright behind her eyelids to continue this façade of trying to sleep. Perhaps itâs pointless. Itâs late and Azzi loves her sleep; thereâs no way sheâs awake. But Paige slides out of bed anyways, breathing unevenly as she turns on the nightlight and walks towards her door. She doesnât have a plan, doesnât have any idea what sheâd even say if Azzi is, by some miracle of god, even awake. But fuck it, Paige needs to see this through. She pauses at the door, hands wrapping around the cold handle as she gives herself one more chance to back out. Really, she doesnât even know why sheâs so nervous. Itâs Azzi. Her Azzi.Â
Paige twists the handle to tug the door open.Â
Azziâs eyes widen in surprise, her fisted hand -that had clearly been raised to knock on the mahogany door- freezing in place as she swallows and Paige is mesmerized by the way it highlights the veins in her neck. Her eyes move downwards, fixating on where Azziâs oversized t-shirt hangs looser on one-side, leaving her right shoulder and collarbone on display. The shirt right above her thighs, giving Paige the perfect display of Azziâs toned long legs looming beneath and the blonde gulps at the sight.Â
âHi,â Azzi speaks first, the low graveliness in her tone causing a coil of want to wrap itself around Paigeâs stomach.Â
âHey,â Paige whispers back, âcouldnât sleep?â
Azzi bites her lip, âno- I just uh-, people always say- like when Jana sleeps over or something- she always says that- that the guest room is um- itâs too cold so I just- I wanted to make sure- wanted to ask-â she clears her throat, taking a step forward as she look earnestly at Paige, âare you cold?â
âSo cold,â Paige confirms, moving closer to Azzi so their chests are almost touching.Â
âYou could um-â Azzi licks her teeth, âyou could stay in Stephieâs room-âÂ
âI could?â Paige asks, pressing herself flush against the younger woman, hands wrapping around her waist. Thereâs barely space for air between them but she wants to get closer, wants to stitch herself into Azziâs skin and keep them intertwined forever.Â
âYou could but,â Azziâs hand trails Paigeâs biceps, causing the blonde to shiver, before finally interlocking around her neck, âI think- I think her bed might be a little small for you.â
âWay too small,â Paige breathes against Azziâs skin as she nips at the brunetteâs jawline, before ghosting her lips against her neck, leaving a trail of mine mine mine down her throat.
âPaige,â Azziâs voice is breathless as she tilts her head, hissing when Paige bites harshly right above her collarbone, immediately soothing it with her tongue, âI think- I think-fuckâ she cuts herself with a moan as Paige turns them around, maneuvering them back towards the bed that suddenly looks far more inviting then it had before, âI just think-â
âYou think too much,â Paige says softly, finally removing her lips from Azziâs skin -she misses the taste of it immediately- so she can smile teasingly at the brunette.Â
âDo I?â Azzi grins dopily.Â
Paige rolls her eyes, continuing to walk them backwards, âway, way too much.â
Theyâre forced to a halt when the back of Azziâs thighs collide against the backframe of the bed. It feels like a turning point, like they could unlock a new chapter or keep themselves on the one theyâre already on. And while Paige would really to skip forward, sheâll be okay with whatever happens next as long as the story being written is still theirs, still about her and Azzi.Â
âPaige,â Azzi whispers again -and Paige loves the way Azziâs lips curl around the syllable of her name- as she bunches the blondeâs shirt in her hands, âmake me stop thinking.â
âWhatever you want baby,â Paige promises before they both go tumbling into the mattress, their lips colliding in a heated kiss. It feels like theyâre trying to meld themselves into each other, like their bodies are carving out an indent of you and i just always feel right against the bedsheets.Â
âI want this off,â Azzi breathes out between kisses, hands lifting the edge of Paigeâs shirt, âoff, off, off.â
âSo bossy,â Paige smirks, leaning up off of Azzi to take off her shirt in a tantalizingly slow manner, enjoying the way the brunetteâs eyes darken as they glide across her abs first and then her breasts, âenjoying the sho- fuck Az.â
The words are stolen from her mouth as Azzi swirls her tongue around one erect nipple, her hands cupping Paigeâs ass to balance the blonde on top of her. Sheâs always known exactly how to get Paige to shut the fuck up. Paige groans as Azzi flips them over, shifting herself to press her thigh in between Paigeâs legs and the blonde canât help but grind up against it, desperate for some much needed friction, as Azzi sucks a possessive bruise against her jaw.Â
âMissed this,â Azzi whispers, as she kisses down Paigeâs neck, âand this,â a kiss pressed against her collarbone, âand these,â Azzi presses her lips softly to each breast, âand this,â against Paigeâs stomach, âand these,â two featherlight kisses are peppered against her hip bones, âand I really missed these.â
âAzzi,â Paige moans as the brunetteâs lips glide across the inside of her thighs, taking her sweet time marking only i could ever make you feel like this against every inch of Paigeâs skin.Â
Azzi stops right above the edge of Paigeâs boxers before slowly peeling them off as sparkling brown eyes staring up at her with a myriad of unspoken emotions that Paige could spend a lifetime trying to memorize, âmissed all of this. Missed everything about you. Missed you so much baby.â
Vulnerability echoes in Azziâs voice as she slowly moves herself back up, hands coming to cup Paigeâs face as they press their foreheads together. And itâs not like she hadnât known that Azzi must have missed her in these last couple of years. But thereâs a part of Paige that had thought that there was no way Azzi could have missed her as much as she missed Azzi. Because missing Azzi had felt all consuming, like there was a constant noose around her neck that got tighter and tighter with every day that passed by. But thereâs something about the way the words reverberate around the room, something about the way Azzi looks like she can finally breathe again after saying it out loud that it hits Paige; it hits her that theyâve both been suffocating without each other.Â
âI missed you too,â she breathes out, tears pooling at the edge of her eyes, âmissed you so fucking much Azzi.â
âYeah?â Azzi whispers, lips catching the lone tear that falls from Paigeâs eyes, âhow much?â
Paige shudders as Azziâs fingers teasingly ghost over her wet folds, âs-so much. Azzi please. Need it so bad. Need you so bad.â
âWhatever you want baby,â Azzi repeats Paigeâs own words back to her before she finally gives her what sheâs desperately been craving, two fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of her pussy as her thumb rubs circles against Paigeâs clit.Â
âFuck, fuck, just like that-â a litany of curses waterfall from Paigeâs lips as she bucks her hips up against Azziâs hand, âfuck please.â
âPlease what?â Azzi asks coyly, fingers moving at a faster face as she hides a grin against Paigeâs neck, âgotta tell me what you want baby.â
âW-want your mouth please- please Azzi-baby please,â Paige begs, writhing underneath her when Azzi immediately complies, lips attaching to her clit as she adds another finger, âfuck Azzi- Iâm so close.â
âI know baby,â the words vibrate against Paigeâs core, sending another bout of ecstasy shooting up her spine as she feels that familiar buildup in her stomach.
âAzz Iâm gonna-â
âI know. Let go baby. Iâve got you. Iâm gonna catch you I promise,â Azzi whispers.Â
And itâs those words, that promise, that sends Paige over the edge, a cry of Azziâs name falling from her lips. Because she knows Azzi means them for a lot more than just this moment, that those words -the promise- are born out of something deeper than lust. And maybe neither of them are quite ready to acknowledge that yet, not ready to make vows that teeter dangerously close to the ones they watched themselves break in the past, but it lingers between them, like a string made of weâve always been inevitable connecting their hearts to each other.Â
Azzi slowly eases her fingers out of Paige, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the older womanâs stomach as she recovers from her high, before looking up at her with a smirk. Never breaking eye contact, Azzi slips her fingers into her own mouth, leisurely sucking at them as she watches Paigeâs face contort with desire.Â
âWas I good?â she asks teasingly and Paige growls.Â
âHow have you gotten better at that? Actually you know what never mind,â Paige shakes her head, âI donât want to know that.â
Azzi laughs, hiding her face against Paigeâs neck, âonly that good for you.â
âGood,â Paige tightens her arms around the woman on top of her and then scrunches her face as she feels the material of Azziâs shirt itch against her wrists, âwell this is unfair.â
âWhat is?â Azzi hum backs.Â
âIâm fully fucking naked and you havenât taken a single thing off,â Paige grumbles as she coaxes Azziâs face out of her neck, hands gripping the edge of her shit, âtake this off.â
Azzi stills, her previous serene expression replaced by something more nervous, as she lifts herself up so sheâs straddling the older womanâs hips, âPaige-â
âWhatâs wrong?â Paigeâs senses are on high alert immediately as she rises up herself, maneuvering them so Azziâs fully on her lap.Â
âI just-,â Azzi draws in a deep breath, looking downwards as she chews her lips.
âHey,â Paige whispers, lifting the younger womanâs chin back up before pressing their foreheads together, âtalk to me baby.â
âCan we just-â Azzi plays with the end of Paigeâs hair, âcan we maybe just-â she cocks her head towards the nightlight on the desk, âdo you think we could turn the light off?â
âWhat?â Paige asks confusedly, âAzzi Iâve seen you naked-â
âNot since- not since I had Stephie,â Azzi interrupts, cowering under Paigeâs intense stare, âthe lights- the lights were off that one time and the other time I don't think- I donât think we were sober enough for me to care or for you to remember so can we just-â
âAzzi,â Paige cups the younger womanâs face, âbaby there is no amount of alcohol in the world that could make me forget you. Trust me Iâve tried,â she slips her hand under Azziâs shirt, caressing the skin underneath, âbut every time I see you baby, I memorize every little part of you,â she dances her fingertips across where she remembers those stretch marks -the ones Azzi is so afraid of her seeing again- are littered across her stomach, âand whether Iâm sober or drunk or something in between, I always think every little bit of you is perfect.â
âPaige,â Azzi says softly, something akin to awe coating her voice.Â
âJust wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel baby. Please,â Paige wraps her fingers around the edge of Azziâs shirt again, âcan I?â
âOkay,â Azzi concedes quietly, lifting her arms so Paige can finally tug the offending shirt off.Â
Paige gives herself a moment to look at the woman in front of her, the woman whose body sheâs seen countless times yet she swears that it feels like a different adventure every time. And then she lets herself have a taste, running her tongue lazily across Azziâs skin, as she slowly maneuvers them so she can hover above the younger woman. A soft smile flitter across her face as she rubs her fingers over the tattoo printed across Azziâs ribcage. Itâs a purple S tattoo, with butterfly wings fanning out on either side. For Stephie.Â
Keeping her eyes trained on the darker-skinned , she brushes her lips across the stretch marks on the darker-skinned womanâs abdomen and she hopes that Azzi can read the all of your imperfections are still made for me that Paige is spelling out against her skin. She uses her teeth to pull down Azziâs panties, smirking to herself when she hears the younger woman's breath hitch above her. Eyes still interlocked with Azziâs, Paige is purposefully slow as she licks a stripe up Azziâs folds, relishing the way the other womanâs eyes roll back into her head.Â
âSo fucking wet,â she hums, âall for me?â
âYou know-â Azzi shudders when Paigeâs lips brush against her clit, still teasing, âyou know it is.â
Paige smirks, âonly for me.â
âPlease,â Azzi begs as Paige continues to lazily lap at her pussy, giving her something but not quite enough.Â
âSay it,â Paige demands, harshly biting against Azziâs inner thigh as she brings up a hand to rub infinity signs around Azziâs clit, âsay itâs only for me.â
âItâs only for you-â Azzi cuts herself off with a scream as Paige plunges her tongue deep inside her, setting a tempo she knows will have Azzi seeing stars.Â
âDoing so good for me baby,â Paige coos as she adds two fingers with her tongue, âalways so good for me.â
âFuck,â Azzi fists the bedsheets, trying to gain some semblance of control as she writhes under Paigeâs touch, âfeels so good. Paige please.â
âI know,â Paige whispers, âI know what you need baby.â
And thatâs the thing about them. Thatâs why itâs good every single time. Because Paige knows every little crevice of Azziâs body like itâs her own, knows exactly where to touch and how to touch to elicit those little gasps of pleasure that she wishes she could record and listen to on loop. And it doesnât matter how long they go without each other in between, coming back always feels like home. But as much as she loves the feeling of coming back, Paige never wants to feel it again. Because this time, she hopes there is no in between without each other. She hopes that this time, they both stay.Â
âPaige,â Azzi moans again, her name falling from her mouth like a prayer.Â
âIâve got you,â Paige whispers, capturing Azziâs lips with her own as she continues her ministrations with her hand, âfall apart for me baby. I swear Iâll put you back together.â
Thereâs nothing quite like watching Azzi come undone and Paige drinks in the sight of the other woman quivering as she grabs the blondeâs bicep so tight that itâs bound to leave a victory mark. Paige coaxes her through it, nibbling at Azziâs jawline as the younger woman slowly climbs down from her peak, going limp in Paigeâs arms.Â
Theyâre quiet for a while, languorously pressing delicate kisses against each other's skin, soft hands exploring all over each otherâs familiar bodies as they tangle their legs together; close not being close enough.Â
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Paige whines when Azzi starts to move out of her grasp.Â
âI got what I came for,â Azzi teases, âso Iâm going back to my own bed.â
âShut the fuck up,â Paige scowls, pulling the younger woman back into her chest.Â
Azzi laughs, kissing away Paigeâs pout as she wriggles out of her grip and slips out of the bed, ârelax. Iâm just getting something to clean us up with.â
âWell hurry up. Iâm already cold,â Paige mewls before letting out a wolf-whistle as her eyes drift over Azziâs naked retreating form, appreciating the tautness of the brunetteâs back muscles down to her perfectly curved ass.Â
âYouâre 31 years old Paige Bueckers,â Azzi chides as she walks into the ensuite bathroom but Paige can hear the blush in her voice.Â
âAnd youâre hot as fuck Azzi Fudd,â Paige calls out with a smirk, keeping the and youâre all mine as a secret in her own thoughts.Â
âYouâre not bad yourself Bueckers,â Azzi returns from the bathroom with a smile and a damp cloth as she hops back onto the bed, gently dabbing it between Paigeâs thighs.Â
Itâs a simple act but Paige feels tears prickle at the corner of the eyes. Because it signifies so much more than just this moment. For most of her life, Paige had grown accustomed to the idea that no one would take care of her unless she took care of them first. She didn't know it was possible that someone could reach out first, that they could hold her first without any expectation of anything else in return. Until Azzi.Â
âBaby?â Azziâs voice is wrapped in concern as she takes notice of Paigeâs tears, immediately rising up to brush them away, âwhatâs wrong?â
âNothing I just-â Paige loops her arms around Azziâs neck, shuddering slightly at how earnest the younger womanâs face is, âI really fucking missed you.â
Azziâs eyes soften as she caresses Paigeâs cheek before pressing her lips against her forehead, âI really fucking missed you too.â
***
Paigeâs eyes flutter awake to sunlight peeking through the blue curtains of Azziâs guest bedroom. She groans, shifting to bury her face further into the brunetteâs stomach, pinching it when Azzi laughs above her. Lifting her head slightly, Paige canât help but smile at the woman above her. Azziâs got her glasses on, a book in her hands as she peers down at Paige with nothing but pure fondness. Something aches in Paigeâs chest as countless visions of mornings just like this fill her head. Sheâd resigned herself to believing that sheâd never get this back again, that sheâd have to rely on memories of the past to fill the empty void that rattled hollowly against her chest every time sheâd woken up without Azzi by her side.Â
âMorning sleepy head,â Azzi says softly, putting her book down to brush her fingers through Paigeâs hair, âassuming you slept well considering you didnât even notice when I left to grab my glasses and a book from my room.â
Paige frowns, âyou left me?â
âI was bored,â Azzi defends herself, âyou were fast asleep and I had nothing to occupy myself with.â
âI can believe you left me,â Paige petulantly accuses again.Â
âI didnât leave-â
âYou left me!â
âOkay fine,â Azzi concedes with an eyeroll, âbut I came back.â
âYeah you did,â a soft smile takes over Paigeâs features as she leans up to brush her lips against Azziâs, âyou came back.â
âI did,â Azzi whispers against Paigeâs mouth, cupping the older womanâs face with her hands.Â
Paige is about to deepen the kiss, her hands beginning to slip lower, when the sound of a doorbell ruins any chances of putting in motion any of the uncordial ideas that had taken birth in her mind. She groans as Azzi immediately pulls away.
âShit, I didnât realize theyâd be here so early.â the younger woman curses, hurriedly tossing Paigeâs discarded clothes at her, âhere, put your clothes on. Iâll go down first while you change.â
âI- I can come down?â Paige asks slowly.Â
Azzi crinkles her eyes in confusion, âwhat do you mean? What else would you do?â
âI just. I dunno-â Paige shrugs, âI just assumed you uh- you wouldnât want Stephie to know I stayed the night. I figured Iâd sneak out of the window or something.â
âPaige,â Azzi whispers, walking over to grip the older girlâs hands, âyouâre not- youâre not my dirty little secret or anything. Iâm not- Iâm not quite ready to tell Stephie about us- hell Iâm not even really sure what we are yet but I know- I know that I donât want to hide you from her. Besides,â she nudges Paige humorously, âweâre on the 2nd floor babe. I donât need you trying to climb out the window and breaking your knee before the season even starts.â
Paige watches quietly as Azzi walks out the door. She doesnât think the younger woman quite understands how much she had needed to hear those words, how much she had needed to not feel like a secret again. It fills Paige with a sense of hope, hope that maybe things would be different this time. Maybe things would be better this time.Â
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âMiss Buecks,â Stephie squeals from Azziâs arms as she spots Paige descending down the stairs, âyouâre already here!â
Paige smiles at the little girl, tapping her nose over Azziâs shoulder, âI promised you Iâd be here bright and early didnât I?â
âVery bright and early,â Katie cocks an eyebrow as she smirks at Paige and Azzi, âhow did you get here so early Paige?â
âDonât be silly Nanna. She drove of course,â Stephie says matter-of-factly before scrunching up her nose, âbut Miss Buecks. How come your car isnât outside then?â
âThatâs a great question Stephie,â Katie says and Paige thinks the womanâs a little bit too peppy for a grandmother, âwhy isnât your car outside Paige?â
âBecause-â Azzi gives her mother an exasperated look before fixing her eyes on her daughter, âbecause Paige slept over last night.â
âMiss Buecks slept over last night?â Stephie repeats.Â
âI did,â Paige confirms, glaring at Katie as she snickers in the corner.Â
âMama can you please put me down,â Stephie says finally.Â
The little girl looks upset and Paige feels her heart constrict with fear. In general, she doesnât really do well with people being mad at her. But she definitely doesn't think she can take Stephie of all people being mad at her. The little girl has chiseled herself into Paigeâs heart and if she ever left, Paige thinks sheâd leave a hole so big, her entire heart would cease working.Â
Azzi shares a nervous look with Paige as she sets her daughter down before crouching down to Stephieâs level, âwhatâs wrong Stephie-bean?â
Stephieâs bottom lip trembles as she looks between her mother and Paige, âyou let Miss Buecks sleepover.â
âI-â Azzi looks helplessly between her own mother and Paige, both of whom look just as tense, âI did but sweetheart why is that upsetting you? You like Miss Buecks.â
âI love Miss Buecks,â Stephie wails and Paige lets out a sigh of relief, the little girl's words wrapping themselves around her like a warm blanket.Â
Azzi blanches for a second, âI donât understand then whatâs the problem-â
 âYOU GUYS HAD A SLEEPOVER WITHOUT ME,â Stephie yells, stomping her tiny feet. Â
Oh.Â
âStephie-â Azzi says softly, unable to keep the smile off of her face.Â
âI canât believe youâd do this to me Mama,â Stephie sniffs as she turns to Paige with a betrayed expression, âand you Miss Buecks. How could you guys have a sleepover without me?â
âOh sweetheart,â Paige falls to her knees beside Azzi, trying not to smile when Stephie dramatically turns her face away from them, âwe didnât mean to. It was just really late when we got back from the party-â
âThe party,â Stephie cries out, âfirst you went to a party without me and then you had a sleepover without me. I canât bel-ieve you guys would do that to me. Donât you guys love me at all?â
âWeâre really sorry Stephie,â Paige says as seriously as she can, reaching out to fold Stephieâs tiny hands into her much larger one.Â
âVery, very, sorry,â Azzi echoes.Â
âI donât know,â Katie supplies unhelpfully from where sheâs watching the whole situation with pure amusement, âthey donât seem that sorry Stephie.â
âMom!â âKatie!â
Katie raises her hands in mock surrender as both Paige and Azzi glare at her, âjust looking out for my granddaughterâs best interest.â
âStephie-bean,â Paige says again, maneuvering the little girlâs body to face her, âyour Mama and I are very, very, sorry for having a sleepover without you. Please forgive us.â
Stephie looks at the adults kneeling in front of her with a contemplative expression, âyou promise youâll never do it again?â
âNever,â Azzi promises as Paige nods along.
âAnd when we go to the park today I can get three scoops of ice cream?â the little girl asks, the hint of a smile starting to breakthrough her lips.Â
âI donât know about that one sweetheart. Thatâs a lot of ice-â
âOf course you can!â
âPaige!â Azzi hisses.Â
âAnd youâll push me on the swing at the park for twenty minutes?â
âIâll even push you for thirty minutes if you want,â Paige says and Azzi rolls her eyes.Â
âJust had to one-up it didnât you Bueckers,â she mutters under her breath.Â
âAnd even though Miss Buecks said sheâd get me fries at the park, I can get In-N-Out for dinner too?â
âYouâre pushing it Stephie-bean-â
âIn-N-Out for dinner sounds perfect,â Paige winks at Stephie as a full smile finally overtakes the little girlâs face.Â
âYouâre hopeless,â Azzi chides the blonde, throwing her hands up exasperatedly but thereâs no denying the grin on her face as she looks back at Stephie, âis that all your highness? Are we finally forgiven or did you want to ask us for more unhealthy things?â
âJust one more thing,â Stephieâs eyes twinkle with mischief, âMiss Buecks has to sleepover tonight too.â
Paige and Azzi share a toothy smile with each other before turning to the little girl.Â
âI think that could be arranged.â
The words are barely out of Paigeâs mouth before Stephie goes tumbling into her and Azzi, tiny arms somehow wrapping around both of their necks as she pulls them into a group hug. The two adults laugh, cocooning the little girl in between them as she rambles on about how excited she is. And Paige thinks that when all is said and done, when she looks back on her life, sheâll remember this moment as the one where everything started to finally come together. Right now, with Stephie's arms wrapped around her neck and Azziâs hands curling around the little girlâs back to intertwine their fingers together, this moment here feels perfect. This moment feels like it belongs to Paige.
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sol gets... pretty sick. ingrid and mapi try to help. basically. a sol sickfic :) so warnings for sickfic things
It didnât even really occur to you to tell anyone that you werenât feeling well. You were sick, you had an exam today in one of your classes, and there was no thought in your mind that considered not going to school. Now it was probably your fault that you were sick, honestly.Â
This exam had been keeping you up for a week. It was the first big test youâd had since everything had happened. And you were determined, more than determined, to prove that you were better, that progress was being made. You hadnât cared much for your grades since arriving in Spain, but you wanted that to change.Â
It was this motivation, to give your sister and Mapi something tangible to prove that you really were trying to be better, that had you studying hour after hour, night after night. It was just⊠you wanted to be worth all the trouble that Ingrid and Mapi had gone through with you recently. And you really believed that if you did better, were better, youâd be worth it.Â
So, your health was the least of your concerns. Youâd run yourself down, you knew it, and there was nothing else to do but push through. It was around 7:30 am and you were going through your flashcards, once again. Your exam was in your chemistry class, and it was expected to be the hardest exam of the year. Your eyes were closing, and your head ached, but you pushed through, moving through unit card after card, whispering the answers to yourself.Â
A soft knock on your door interrupted you, and you glanced up, making an almost identical movement to Scout, who was sprawled out on the edge of your bed.Â
âCome in,â you replied, clearing your throat as your voice came out raspy.Â
Mapi pushed the door open, a wrinkle of concern etched into her forehead. âAre you okay? You sound weird.âÂ
âFine.â You said confidently, shaking off her concern. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âThe training schedule got changed, we have to leave in 5. Is that okay?âÂ
You nodded, having already been dressed. âYeah, Iâll go to the library and study more before class.â
âMake sure you eat something before we leave, SolstrĂ„le, itâs important.â Mapi reminded, and you nodded, agreeing easily, though you werenât quite sure you could swallow anything at the moment; your throat felt like it was on fire.Â
You got all your stuff together, shedding the sweatshirt you had on as you were rather warm, before heading downstairs. You accepted the coffee Ingrid handed you gratefully, stopping in the kitchen to grab a granola bar and an apple that you were sure you wouldnât be eating.Â
âYou look pale.â Ingrid said, stepping closer to study your face. âDo you feel alright?âÂ
âYep, fine. Just nervous about the exam.â You lied, mustering a half smile that you were sure was not believable. Ingrid reached her hand out, about to feel your forehead for a fever, when Mapiâs voice echoed through the house.Â
âÂĄVamos chicas!â She shouted. You slipped past your sister, heading for the door, and though she followed close behind you, Mapi asked her a question about training that successfully distracted her. Your slightly odd behavior slipped her mind as she contemplated the long training session ahead, even as you got out of the car at school, and both her and Mapi wished you luck on your exam.Â
You walked into the building, ignoring the dizziness that was making walking in a straight line difficult, determined to make it to your 3rd class of the day, determined to ace your exam.Â
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An all encompassing anxiety flooded Ingridâs body when the assistant coaches pulled her aside, and handed her phone to her. It wasnât the action that scared her, more the words that accompanied it. âYour phone was ringing like crazy in the locker room, Mapiâs too. Itâs your sisterâs school.âÂ
Making sure to thank the coach, Ingrid took the phone and stepped away from the pitch, a shaky hand bringing the phone to her ear as she called your school back. Were you hurt? Sick? Had something horrible happened? Were you having a panic attack? Did you get into another fight? The possibilities of why the school could be calling her so insistently swirled around chaotically in her head, until someone finally answered.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHi, this is Ingrid Engen, I am returning your call about-â
âYes, Ms. Engen. Your sister was brought to the nurse's office a half hour ago. She seems to have the flu, as her fever and other symptoms indicate. We have to send her home, but she cannot leave without your permission. Can you give us the go ahead to let her leave?â
Ingrid breathed a sigh of relief. You were sick, and that was something she could deal with, though the nurseâs words confused her. âLet her leave? By herself? Can you put her on the phone?âÂ
âOf course.âÂ
There was some shuffling, before your raspy voice came over the line, sounding horribly guilty, and horribly unwell. âHi.â You sniffed, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back on the wall behind you. Youâd barely made it through your first class before everything had caught up to you, and you passed right out at your desk. From exhaustion, or just because of your fever, you werenât sure. You were cooling off now, though, an ice pack on the back of your neck, a fan blowing cool air on you, and you had the mind to feel sorry for interrupting an important training session.Â
âHey, solstrĂ„le. Youâre sick? Ingrid said softly.Â
âYeah. Can you just tell them I can uber home?â You asked, not quite sure what she wanted to talk to you about.Â
You were met with a scoff. âNo, I cannot. Iâll leave right now and come pick you up. 10 minutes, max.â Ingrid promised, thinking the suggestion that you uber to be a bad joke.Â
âYou have training, Ingrid,â you sighed. âI can get home by myself, itâs fine.â
Ingrid rolled her eyes, beginning to walk over to Jona to update him on the situation. âI am sure that you can get home by yourself, but you donât need to. Iâll come get you.âÂ
âI donât- okay.â You replied finally, too exhausted and too ill to argue that hard.Â
âSee you soon.â Ingrid said, before hanging up. She told Jona what was going on, and he told her that, of course, she could leave early. Your sister practically sprinted to the locker room, fully colliding with Mapi in the hall.Â
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â Mapi said, her hands on Ingridâs shoulders the only thing keeping her girlfriend upright.Â
âSolstrĂ„le is sick, I have to go get her.â Ingrid rushed out, moving around Mapi and into the locker room to grab her stuff.Â
âI knew she didnât seem right this morning. Letâs go.âÂ
âMarĂa, you donât have to-â
âI am coming. I am done in the gym for the day anyway. Vamos, vamos,â Mapi said, rolling her eyes. Ingrid managed to give her a small smile, before they were heading out of the building, and on the way to you.Â
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It seemed a little ridiculous that Ingrid was leaving training for this for you. It felt more ridiculous when both her and Mapi came rushing into the front office, making a beeline for you.Â
âMi sol, how are you feeling?â Mapi asked kindly. You cracked your eyes open to see both your sister and her girlfriend crouched in front of the chair you were sitting in, looking like they had literally come right from training.Â
âIâm fine, you guys didnât have to come.â You mumbled, although you unconsciously leaned into the hand Ingrid placed on your cheek, checking your temperature.Â
âShe passed out at her desk during her first class, and she has a fever of 38.9°.â The nurse chimed in.Â
You resisted the urge to glare at the woman, who had actually been very kind, and very helpful.Â
â38.9°?âÂ
âPassed out?âÂ
Both Ingrid and Mapi spoke at the same time, frowning at you as you were clearly downplaying this for some reason.Â
âIâm fine,â you emphasized. The two women exchanged glances, before deciding to focus on getting you home, rather than calling out your obvious rejection of their help. âIf you tell them Iâm fine, I can go back to class and take my exam.âÂ
You looked at them hopefully, shrinking a little when they both returned your gaze, looking astonished.Â
âAbsolutely not.â Ingrid said. âWeâre going home.âÂ
âBut-â
âNo. Letâs go.â Mapi cut in, silencing your argument with her uncharacteristically harsh tone. If one thing really got to her, it was when you showed little regard for your own health or wellbeing.Â
You frowned at them, but went quiet anyway, knowing the argument was lost. You stood, stumbling a little as you were dizzy and a bit unsteady on your feet. Ingrid steadied you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders, before guiding you out of the building.Â
âJesus, SolstrĂ„le, youâre like a furnace.â She said, wincing at how hot your skin burned against hers.Â
âItâs warm in the school, Iâm fine, really,â you began, weakly fighting Ingridâs grip. They were making you go home, yes, but youâd rather have them run you over with their car than admit how awful you really felt.
âStop it. Youâre sick, weâre going home. No arguments.â Ingrid replied firmly, giving you a look that dared you to argue again with her. You didnât.Â
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Upon arriving home, you stubbornly refused to sit on the couch while Ingrid and Mapi questioned you about your symptoms. You told them that you couldnât really breathe through your nose, your throat hurt, your head hurt, and you were exhausted. Of course, you played all this down, not that either of them believed you.Â
âOpen your mouth.â Ingrid instructed. âLet me look at your tonsils, you might have strep.âÂ
âWhat, are you a doctor and I didnât know?â You asked grumpily, shrugging out from her grasp, and trying to head up to your room. The last thing you wanted was to get them sick.Â
âStop, you arenât going anywhere. Get on the couch.â Ingrid snapped, her impatience and worry getting the better of her. She softened, slightly, when she saw your expression waver, a bit of insecurity bleeding through the passive look youâd been sporting all day.Â
âNo, I'll go to my room. I donât want to get you sick.âÂ
âWe donât care about that, we want to keep an eye on you. Especially because you seem pretty committed to pretending youâre fine.â Mapi said, handing you some pills and a glass of water. They both looked tired and worried, and you hated it. Both of them were still in their training kits. Theyâd left training, probably not gotten properly stretched afterwards, and rushed to you. And here they stood, not worried about any of that. Only focused on you.Â
You could handle the flu yourself, youâd done so up until this point. âIâm fine, Iâve got it.â You croaked, feeling weirdly emotional. You blinked hard, looking away from both of them.Â
Ingrid sighed. âGo put on comfy clothes, and then come back downstairs.â She said softly. Resigned, you nodded, wiping haphazardly at your eyes, before you headed for the stairs. You heard Ingrid and Mapi conversing in hushed tones behind you, but you were honestly too sick to listen very hard.Â
You shuffled back downstairs a few minutes later, clad in one of Mapiâs Barcelona sweatshirts, a pair of shorts Ingrid thought sheâd lost, and wrapped in one of the blankets from your bed. You looked miserable, your nose all red from using tissues on it all day, face flushed with fever. Ingrid smiled at you sympathetically, nodding towards the living room.Â
âGo lay down.. Iâll be there in a second.â She instructed, happy when you did as she asked this time.Â
You flopped onto the couch, accepting Scoutâs offered snuggles as you were shaking, cold beyond belief even though you were covered by a fuzzy blanket. Mapi came in a minute later, freshly showered, and handed you the remotes to the TV.Â
Mapi never let you pick what to watch, always insisting that you and Ingrid needed to watch Spanish shows with her to work on your mastery of the language. Really, you both knew her Norwegian was far worse than your Spanish, and she couldnât keep up with the rapid dialogue in the shows you and Ingrid watched. Wordlessly, you put on a rerun of an old sitcom youâd grown up watching, curling up under the blanket, and next to Scout, until only your eyes were visible.Â
Mapi snorted at the sight, settling in the opposite corner of the couch. âComfy?â She asked.Â
You gave her a thumbs up.Â
âNeed anything?â
You shook your head.Â
âIs there a reason you arenât speaking or is it just for fun?â Mapi asked casually.Â
You huffed, sitting up a bit. âThroat hurts.âÂ
The Spaniard looked at you with concern. âOh, nena.â She said sympathetically. You squirmed uncomfortably at her sympathy, looking away. Your sister walked in, then, her hands full of about 8 different things, which she dumped on the coffee table, taking a seat right next to you on the couch.Â
âOkay. Temperature first. Sit up.â She instructed.Â
Grumbling slightly, you did so, in the process dislodging Scout, who sighed dramatically and snuggled closer to your legs. Ingrid ran the thermometer over your forehead, frowning at the little screen when it beeped. She turned her phone flashlight on, instructing you to open your mouth. She ignored your eye roll, looking critically at your tonsils.Â
âThey look swollen.â She said to herself. âWe should take you to the doctor.âÂ
Both Ingrid and Mapi watched in alarm as you sat completely upright, the color draining from your face. âNo doctor.â You said through gritted teeth.Â
âHoney,â Ingrid began, but you cut her off.Â
âNo doctor, Ingrid, please.â You looked near tears, and it was such a departure from your composed nature just seconds before, that Ingrid found herself nodding.Â
âOkay, no doctor today.â You noticed the added today but decided not to comment, relaxing back into the couch cushions. Your sister settled down next to you, offering you a bag of cough drops, which you took, giving her a small thanks.Â
You must have fallen asleep only minutes later, because the next thing you knew, a soft touch on your forehead and the smell of something delicious cooking wafting into the room were waking you up.Â
âWake up, nena. You need to eat.âÂ
You blinked open your eyes to find Mapi hovering over you, her hand softly pushing some hair off your forehead. You struggled to sit up, allowing the Spaniard to help you, before you spoke.Â
âLunch?â You asked not quite awake enough for full sentences, but very aware that when youâd fallen asleep, it was just before 11am, but you felt like youâd been asleep for hours.Â
Mapi shook her head. âNo, itâs 3, but we let you sleep. Ingrid finished the soup, though, and itâs time for more medicine.âÂ
Soup. Soup sounded good. You nodded slowly, chugging the water bottle that Mapi handed you. Your head felt all cloudy, your throat agonizingly painful, and you were unable to breathe through your nose. You could only lay limp on the couch, teeth chattering.Â
âHow do you feel?â She wondered.Â
You shrugged in response, frowning. âTired.âÂ
Mapi cracked a smile. âYou can go back to sleep after you eat.âÂ
Ingrid entered the room then, carrying a steaming bowl in her hands, a large sports drink tucked under her arm. She looked undeniably a bit frazzled, and you wondered if it was from making soup from scratch, or from worrying about you. It was just a cold, honestly. Everyone was being dramatic.Â
Ingrid handed you the bowl of soup, and you noticed that she gave you a little spoon. You hated using big spoons, even for the foods you were supposed to use them for, but you didnât really recall telling your sister that. She must have just⊠noticed. It was a nice gesture, and it shouldnât have made you want to cry as much as it did.
âThank you, Ingrid,â you said, voice barely there, but the sentiment was clear all the same. Ingrid smiled down at you, gently pinching your cheek.Â
âOf course. Anything for you.â Ingrid murmured, sitting down on the couch next to her girlfriend.Â
You ate a spoonful of the soup, blinking in amazement. You knew Ingrid was a good cook, but this was one of the best things youâd ever eaten, even with your taste slightly dulled from your illness.Â
âGood?â Ingrid asked.Â
âSo good. What is this, and why havenât you made it before now?âÂ
Ingrid furrowed her eyebrows at you. âWhat? Itâs the chicken soup with dumplings, donât you recognize it?âÂ
You returned her look of confusion. âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâd remember eating this.âÂ
âYouâve had this before.â Ingrid said incredulously. âBack in Norway.âÂ
Your expression changed, growing guarded and slightly angry. âNo, I havenât.â You said back, a bit sharply. You saw where this was going, and it was not the turn you wanted the conversation to take today.Â
âMom used to make this for us when we would get sick!â Ingrid continued, freezing after the words left her mouth, realization dawning across her face, as well as guilt.Â
âNot for me.â You replied in a monotone, sipping slowly at the soup, trying not to seem too eager. You were annoyed with Ingrid now, angry with your mother, as you always were, and you didnât want to seem too excited about the soup. Even if it felt like it was bringing you back from the dead, spoonful by spoonful.Â
âOh.â Ingrid said, ignoring the look sent her way by her girlfriend. âWell, Iâll make it for you whenever you want. Do you need anything else?âÂ
You shook your head, keeping your gaze fixed on the ceramic bowl in front of you. At that, Ingrid left the room, mumbling something about putting the leftovers away. Once she was gone, Mapi turned back towards you, and you knew before she spoke that her voice would be that soft one she used, that always made you feel like crying.Â
âShe didnât know, mi sol.â Mapi murmured, watching your expression carefully. Her concern was for you but also for her girlfriend, who took every misstep with you like the worldâs biggest failure.Â
âI know.â You said.
âShe thinks youâre upset with her, but you arenât, are you?âÂ
âNo. It's not her fault.âÂ
âMaybe tell her that next time? Ingrid is really sensitive, nena. And you have every right to react and feel how you need to, but try to be a bit easier on your sister. Sheâs trying really hard.âÂ
You bit your lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. You knew she was trying hard. Why did you have to make it so difficult for her? You didnât say anything else, sitting completely silently as you finished your soup. Once you were done, you stood up from the couch, ignoring the way the room swirled around you, and the way your stomach turned at the movement.Â
âIâm going to lay in my bed.â You said quietly, avoiding eye contact with Mapi.Â
You thought Mapi was going to argue, make you stay downstairs, but she just nodded hesitantly, her gaze searching. âOkay. Shout or text if you need anything.â
You agreed, before you crept upstairs, avoiding the kitchen and your sister. She didnât need to deal with you anymore than she already had today. No one did.
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Your goal of being as little trouble as possible after upsetting your sister turned out to be a lot harder to accomplish than youâd expected. Especially when the nausea caught up to you, and you found yourself stumbling towards the bathroom, trying to be as quiet as possible. You made it to the toilet, hoping that the sound your knees made when they dropped to the ground wasnât as loud as it sounded to you. You were sick a few times, pausing briefly to catch your breath when you heard the door open behind you.Â
âHoney,â Ingrid sighed, moving closer to you, intending to take your hair from your hands and tie it back. You recoiled, though, sending her a harsh glare. It was like a switch had been flipped. You didnât need this, this comfort. Youâd gone your whole life without it, and you definitely didnât need it now. You didnât need it, didnât want it, didnât deserve it.
âGet out,â you managed, not too distracted by how sick you felt to miss the hurt look on Ingridâs face.Â
âSolstrĂ„le,âÂ
âOut, Ingrid,â you snapped, before you were overcome with nausea again. You leaned back over the toilet, this time too preoccupied to push Ingrid away when she kneeled next to you. Gently, she took your hair out of your hand, tying it back for you. Her hand found your back, then, rubbing soft circles over your tshirt.Â
âYouâre okay, kjĂŠre, Iâve got you,â she murmured. She stayed with you until you were done, allowing you to collapse back into her, completely drained of energy.Â
âBetter?â She asked quietly. You nodded slowly in response, limp against your sister.Â
âSorry.âÂ
âYou donât need to be sorry, youâre sick.â Ingrid told you firmly. The door creaked open once more, and Mapi appeared, a wet washcloth in her hand. She gave it to your sister, who in turn put it on your forehead. You sighed in relief at the chill, but still, you hadnât gotten your point across, and you couldnât relax fully. Mapi stepped back out of the bathroom, giving you both some space. Â
âSorry I snapped.âÂ
You felt Ingrid sigh. âYou donât need to be sorry for that either. This is an adjustment for you, still, and you donât feel well. I understand that youâre overwhelmed. Itâs okay.âÂ
There she was again, being so understanding and kind, when youâd been nothing but hostile and difficult to her. âItâs not okay. Youâre being too nice.âÂ
Your sister pulled you closer, resting her chin on the top of your head. âYou deserve nice. You deserve to have people worry about you, and you deserve to have people that love you and want you to be okay.âÂ
You werenât really sure what to say to that.Â
A teardrop hit your hand where it was resting in your lap, and you realized you were crying.Â
You werenât really sure what to say about that, either.
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Falling asleep after that probably would have been hard, if not for how tired you were. And if it werenât for how your sister sat on your bed next to you, holding an ice pack to the back of your neck, running her nails up and down your back. It was like a tranquilizer, and you were out before you knew it.Â
Ingrid kept outdoing herself on the worried scale. Just when she thought sheâd reach the peak of how much a person could worry about another person, something would happen with you, and it would get even worse. You looked younger as you slept next to her, your face devoid of the usual defensive mask you kept up. It made her sad, that you couldnât just be a kid. You constantly felt like you had to protect yourself. She couldnât blame you, not really. The issues you had werenât issues that could just be fixed by a few kind words and promises. It was a process, one that wasnât linear. This situation was clearly a step backwards; you hadnât been this hostile with her since before. She hated it, hated seeing you sad or in pain. But right now, you were both.Â
Mapi had to practically drag her to bed. Ingrid didnât want to leave you, but Mapi insisted that she would be no help to you if she didnât sleep, and that they would leave both doors open, so theyâd know if you needed them, though they hoped you wouldnât.Â
It was only a few hours later, almost 2am, when loud coughing woke Mapi. It startled her from a light sleep, and she sat upright in the bed, shaking Ingrid awake next to her.Â
In your room, you felt like you were potentially suffocating, gasping for breath in between rounds of coughs. It barely registered when Ingrid and Mapi ran into your room, frantically turning on the lights. You could only look at them, completely panicked, as you fought to get enough air in.Â
It only took a second of listening to you for Ingrid to understand what was happening. âAsthma, sheâs having an asthma attack. It must be worse because sheâs sick.âÂ
You hadnât known Ingrid knew you had asthma. Youâd only found out about it after sheâd moved out, and you were sure your parents had forgotten as soon as theyâd given you the inhaler the doctor had prescribed. You hadnât had an asthma attack in a while, definitely not since youâd been in Spain. Ingrid was right, the illness must have triggered it. The issue was, though, that you were suddenly very unsure as to the location of your puffer.Â
Mapi was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, more panicked than youâd ever seen her. âWhat does she need? Water? Medicine? Tell me, Iâll get it,âÂ
Ingrid shook her head, moving closer to grab your hand in hers, and press it to her chest. âRelax, youâre okay, everything is going to be fine. Where is your puffer?âÂ
You wheezed in a big breath, trying to follow Ingridâs chest rising and falling under your hand. âDonât-Donât know.â You gasped out. Tears were springing to your eyes, from panic or the violent coughing, you werenât sure, and you reached out to grip onto Ingridâs free hand, trying to convey your distress.Â
âItâs okay, Iâve got one. Mapi, the medicine cabinet. Top shelf, in a little box.â Ingrid instructed over her shoulder. The Spaniard took off out of the room, Scout barking at her from where he was pacing on the floor. You didnât really process your words, another round of coughing wracking your chest.Â
âIngrid, help,â you choked out.Â
Her expression was one of calmness and confidence, and it was the only thing keeping you from being convinced that you were about to pass out.Â
âMapiâs getting it, solstrĂ„le, youâre okay.â She soothed, hearing her girlfriendâs footsteps thundering back down the hall. Mapi entered the room, almost falling in her haste to get to Ingrid. Once your sister had the box in hand, she whipped out the inhaler, batting your hands away when you tried to grab it. Instead, she held it to your mouth, instructing you to breathe in while she dispensed the medication. You took a few big inhales, relief filling your body as the drugs worked, and your lungs began to expand correctly again.Â
Your body untensed, and you collapsed back into the bed, chest still heaving slightly. Ingrid didnât let go of your hand.Â
Mapi sagged onto the bed, the stress of the situation clearly getting to her.Â
âOkay, mi sol?âÂ
âGood.â You told her, managing a thumbs up and a half smile. Ingrid brought her hand to your forehead, then, frowning.Â
âYou need more cold medicine.â She decided, moving to rise from the bed. You clung to her, though, gripping her shirt in your hand. She looked down at it, then up at you, before slowly sitting back on the bed. âMarĂa?âÂ
âOn it.â Mapi said, rushing back out of the room, though significantly less frantically than she had before.Â
âIngrid?âÂ
âHmm?â She replied, squeezing your hand once.Â
âHow do you have one of my inhalers? I didnât even know you knew I had asthma.âÂ
Ingrid blinked at you. âI got one when you moved here, just in case. I knew because I talked to your doctor back home before you came, and he sent in the prescription so I could get an extra.âÂ
âYou⊠you talked to my doctor back home? Before I moved here?â
âOf course. Iâd been gone awhile, and mom and dad told me nothing. I needed to know your medical history.â Ingrid said, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. She was looking at you almost earnestly, like every word out of her mouth was true, and still a testament to how much she cared for you. How much she always had cared for you.
You were, once again, at a loss for words. Ingrid didn't seem like she wanted to push you into talking, though. She just helped you sit up as Mapi entered the room again, handing you your water and the pills sheâd brought.Â
They both watched on, anxiously, as you took the pills. You studied them as you did so. They both looked exhausted and stressed, but for once, it didnât make you feel bad.Â
All this time, theyâd been telling you they cared, and you hadnât been quite sure you believed it. Especially when you pushed away their attempts to show you that they cared. If you let them show you, though, it was something that could never be in doubt. They cared, and they loved you, and they clearly thought you were worth all of the trouble. Even when you were sick and grumpy and stubborn and hostile. They werenât ever deterred.Â
You didnât like to think of yourself as someone worth fighting for, someone worth the difficulty. And though it was still relatively incomprehensible that Ingrid and Mapi felt very much the opposite, it was something you were beginning to accept as fact.Â
And when your eyes began to close again, of their own accord, [or likely due to the nighttime cold medicine Mapi had brought you], you didnât fight it. You knew theyâd be there when you woke up, if you needed them. And even if you didnât.Â
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yard work - chapter 11 (regina george x reader)
fandom: Mean Girls (all media)
pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader
summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.
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Making the scrapbook was cathartic. Remembering the good times, the innocence of your childhood, was as much of a joy as it was painful. The pictures were all quite good quality since Abuela had had a film camera. Some photos had been taken with a digital camera, which had probably originally belonged to the Georges and ended up in your possession somewhere along the way.
Regina and yourself playing in the Georges' backyard and swimming in their pool, beaming smiles directed at the camera. You could almost hear the laughter. I miss when we used to be able to just have fun together like this. I guess it's a part of growing up.
Regina in a white frilly dress, carrying a small basket of flower petals, donning a crown of roses on her head. She was pouting, clearly unimpressed by the whole thing. You hadn't been at the wedding since it was a George event, but Regina's mom had been so elated her daughter had gotten to be the flower girl. I remember I was so jealous you got to go to a wedding and I couldn't. You hated it, though, which was funny. You used to leave the room whenever your mom insisted we watch the tape. I wonder if she still has it.
You sitting with Regina, hip to hip, on plastic chairs while a newlyborn Kylie slept in your laps. Regina, eyes stuck on her baby sister and a thoughtful look on her face, while you looked at the camera with a smile. She's growing up so fast. Don't think I don't know you care about her. There's gonna be a time you'll regret not spending time with her. I already feel it.
Mrs George, Abuela, Regina, Kylie in her mom's arms, and you grouped together at a parking lot. You and Regina had on little graduation gowns and had scrolls in your hands. Elementary school graduation. The summer before middle school. End of an era. I love your mom's clothes, they're so nineties. Does she still have those jeans? You should get ahold of them before somebody else does...
Remember when I sliced my hand open when we were peeling apples? That was a time for sure. I still have the scar!
You taped pictures onto the pages, wrote little things here and there, hoping the labour of your love wouldn't end up in the garbage. Or if it did, Regina would read skim through it first.
I think this album was the first time we agreed on music. Britney Spears really brought us together, huh? We even learned the choreography of Baby One More Time. Mrs George loved it. I bet there's a video of that somewhere.
Mostly the scrapbook was filled with anecdotes about your childhoods together. You did write a letter of sorts on the first page, regarding your intentions with the whole thing.
I made this for you to commemorate the good times we had. You know me regrettably well, so I think you know how I tend to hold onto things. I still have that gaudy pink Build-A-Bear you made me for Valentine's Day that one time. It's one of my most important possessions, only second to the memories we have together. You'll always be a friend to me, Reggie. If not forever, or from now on, then back then. I love you. Yours, Jorts.
You'd pretty much finished the whole thing by the end of the weekend. You spent Monday and Tuesday decorating the front cover, mostly because you purposefully put it off. You cut out letters from magazines and glued them there, painstakingly forming the words Reggie & Jorts. You'd tried to come up with something clever, but making a pun or a dumb joke felt like cheapening the whole album. A simple name made up for with fabulous decorations!
You weren't much of a painter, but you figured it'd be fitting if the album reflected its contents. It was fine if the roses you painted looked like a five-year-old did them. A good majority of the pictures featured you and Regina huddled around a crafts table, similar projects scattered all around you, young with clumsy hands but filled with artistic passion.
The album in itself was an earthy green colour, something Regina undoubtedly found ugly. The flowers brightened it up somewhat, but there was only so much ages-old acrylic paints could do. You outlined some with Sharpies. If you didn't know better, one could assume it looked like that on purpose.
You took it with you to school on Wednesday. You had it weighing your backpack down the whole day. You sweated under all your layers, and by the end of it, you were sure you were sporting some epic pit stains. Gross, but you were so nervous. You hadn't broken into anyone's locker in so long. And it was Regina George's locker.
You loitered around the hallways as they emptied out steadily, people heading home or off to extracurriculars. As you approached Regina's locker, you swallowed down your nervousness and got to work.
It wasn't hard. The combination locks were all old and weak, more of a formality than an actual barrier between one's stuff and a burglar. The lock clicked open easily and you wasted no time in stuffing your album inside.
"Hey!" Just as the resounding click of the lock going back into place came, a voice called out to you. "What are you doing with Regina's locker?"
"Uhh..." Gretchen Wieners stood at the intersection of hallways, hands on her hips and accusatory eyes burning holes in you. You made the swift decision that you did not have time for this. You booked it.
"Hey! Get back here!" Gretchen, surprisingly considering her heels, started after you. "What did you put in it? You cannot prank Regina, or- or, oh, was it a bomb?"
"It's not a bomb!" You shouted over your shoulder, sprinting towards the exit. The aggressive clacking of Gretchen's heels on the floors as she ran after you would surely haunt your nightmares. How could she even keep up with you?
"If it's not a bomb then what!" How was she closing in on you? It seemed like she was not even fazed by your little race, meanwhile, you were already winded. The exit was not that far away, but it felt like miles.
"It's Regina's business now! Ask her tomorrow at school or something!" The doors to freedom approached. "Stop chasing me!"
"Stop running!"
"No!"
You burst out and quickly hopped down the stairs, two at a time. Gretchen was still on your tail, but once she got to the top of the stairs shouted: "Karen! Tackle her!"
You hadn't even noticed Karen fucking Shetty. There was no not noticing her when the girl sprinted at you with perfect athletic form and squashed you like a linebacker.
You collided and flew into the snow. Better than the concrete of the footpath but it still hurt like a bitch.
"Get off of me!" You tried to get out from under her, but Karen was surprisingly dense. She was small but it was as if there were stones in her body instead of organs. "Fuck!"
"Keep her there, Karen, very good."
"Thanks!" Karen beamed, which was a much more common expression on her than the bloodlust she'd shown earlier.
"This has nothing to do with you." You snarled, still wriggling. "This is between Regina and me."
"Whatever's between Regina is between us," Gretchen said, all hoity-toity. "Now, tell me exactly what you put in her locker."
"A fucking photo album." You hissed, closing your eyes and clenching your jaw. What lie could you come up with? "Our families used to know each other. It's mostly pictures of her, so I just thought to... Return it."
"Oh, that's so nice!" Karen's hold loosened and you went to escape.
"Nuh-uh, not good enough." Just like that, Karen's weight slammed back down onto you. Your breath wooshed out of your lungs.
"What more do you want?" You wheezed out, getting sick and tired of this.
"Why was it in your possession?"
"I don't fucking know! It just was!"
"Hmm. And why couldn't you just give it to her?"
"You think that would've gone well, Gretchen? Seriously?" You turned your head with great effort, staring up at the girl. "Please, just let me go."
"I don't think I believe you." Gretchen squatted next to your head. "We're going back and checking it's what you say it is. And then you might be free to go."
"Fuck you." You hissed but made no move to book it when Karen hauled you up.
"That's not very nice." Karen pointed out.
"I don't want to be nice to Gretchen right now." You had no real issue with Karen, even if she had just tackled you.
"Oh, okay." You couldn't see her when she was holding your wrists behind your back, but you could imagine she was bobbing her head up and down like she was known to do.
You were walked back into the building, going mostly without a fight. Gretchen strutted along proudly as if capturing you was some great victory. Regina had trained her well. You weren't sure if that was impressive or just sad.
"Open it." Gretchen gestured once you were back at Regina's locker.
"I need my hands to do that." You helped out, smiling at Gretchen like she was stupid. Sputtering and offended, she instructed Karen to let go.
Instead of running like you should've, taking the chance you could get out if Karen didn't get a one-up on you, you obediently cracked the code again. Was it selfish that you kind of wanted others to know about you and Regina? Was it totally horrible of you to want to know it was real and have proof of that? Well, if it was, there was no helping it.
Gretchen snatched the album from the locker before you could even think to touch it. Karen sidled up to her, peering over her shoulder as she opened it.
You stood by, waiting for their judgement and looking at the ceiling. There'd been a water leak right there, based on the discolouration. Gross.
"You... You're J. J is for Jorts." Gretchen said. She sounded weird, like hollow or something. "J is for Jorts." She said again, breathy and disbelieving.
"What?" What the fuck was going on?
Karen spoke then. "She talks about J a lot. Like, a lot a lot. A whole lot." You nodded slowly as Karen went on. "J's like, her true love. It's so cute."
"J is not her true love, Karen! They are both girls." Gretchen pointed out. You had to agree. "Are they?" She looked you up and down judgementally.
"Yes. I am a girl." You said. It was true, you were female and around the age that it was acceptable to be referred to as a girl. Even so, it made you distinctly uncomfortable.
"Hmm." Gretchen didn't seem to believe you. Karen was busy cooing at the pictures of small Regina. It was sheer luck they hadn't bothered to read your writings.
"Look, can I go now? I know I'm busted, you're probably gonna confiscate the album, and Regina will never see it. Happy?"
"No. Karen, please put it back in the locker." Gretchen said, not taking her eyes off of you. Karen did as asked with a pout. "What is your relationship with Regina?" The album was back in the locker, but it hadn't been locked again.
"Nothing." And that was true. There was nothing there anymore.
"That's a lie and you know it. If you're J, then you've known each other at least since middle school. Based on the pictures, even longer."
"Who is J?" You asked in exasperation.
"Somebody who she has protected for years now. Somebody who is always better than we could ever be." Gretchen pointed between herself and Karen. "J is important to her."
"Okay, well, good for J, I guess."
"You're so infuriating." Gretchen sighed, pinching the skin between her eyes.
"You aren't the first to tell me that."
"Of course, because Regina has said that to you. Because you've known each other forever. Because you're J."
"Listen, I may look a bit butch, but I have a perfectly ordinary girl name."
"That is not the point!" She spoke fast and high-pitched. "You. It's you. You've been under our noses this entire time! Do you realize how much easier things could've been if you were around?"
"Excuse me?" Now, you were really lost.
"You're excused," Karen said cheerfully. You nodded to her in thanks.
"We could never be as good as you. It was like we were placeholders for the ultimate pretty girl she'd somehow let slip. And it's you. In a flannel and hoodie, ratty jeans, dirty shoes, no fashion sense to speak of. It's you." She said that last part with contempt.
You were reeling. Regina had talked about you to these two. Had compared them to you, cited that you were better. For years she'd done that. She'd never forgotten about you.
"Look, Gretchen, I'm sorry Regina's treated you badly." You'd lost the need to defend her, even still. Then again, even if you hadn't, there was little you could argue about with the two she'd tormented the most. "You can probably tell this is something Regina doesn't want coming out."
"What does that matter?" Gretchen asked, eyes far away and legs beginning to pace. "We could- could finally bring her down. Yes. We have J, we have everything she wants. She'll come grovelling."
You took a deep breath. You didn't feel angry, you were too tired to get angry at mean girls at this point. Besides, nobody could rile you up like Regina.
"You're wrong." You put it plainly. "What Regina's been doing to these people, to everyone around her, is wrong. But what I find despicable is how everybody is the same. I know her reasons, I can sympathise with her, but I can't say the same for you. So tell me." You paused to take a deep breath. "Why?"
"I'm not good at riddles, I'm sorry." Karen said, looking genuinely apologetic.
"It's okay, Karen, Gretchen can answer for you both."
"She deserves it." Gretchen said, steel in her tone.
"You sound just like Cady Heron and Janis 'Imi'ike. She hurt them too. What do you think ruining her life will achieve?"
"I'll be the new Regina George."
"Do you hear yourself? You still idolize her. If you're gonna be the new Regina George, it's always going to be a Regina George world. Don't you want to be Gretchen Wieners?"
"No!" She screeched. "Gretchen Wieners is lame, boring, too eager, a slut, desperate-" She took a deep breath.
"Okay." You said. "Why? Because Regina said so? Why would you believe her? She's just the same as you. Look," You pulled the album back out.
"Here we're in the Georges' pool. She would not go to the deep end. Y'know, she refused to even go in without those arm floaties for the longest time. Eventually, some boy made fun of her for them and that was the last time.
"And in this one we're driving back from summer camp. Regina was already tall enough to go without a booster seat, but I wasn't. She'd just thrown the biggest tantrum 'cause Mrs George didn't allow her to take off her seatbelt to sleep. She went out like a light, anyway.
"We're in Six Flags there. We'd just gotten those ice creams and you can see that Regina's isn't sticking to the cone all that well. Right after the shot, it just slid off. Regina was inconsolable. I offered her mine so we could share, and that seemed to be good enough for her but her dad was not having it. He threatened to take us home if she didn't stop crying right then, that it'd be all her fault that their whole family wasted money and time on this stupid trip. Eventually she calmed down and Mr George didn't have to drive us back."
You sighed. "I already tried this with Janis, in a way. I don't think Regina would appreciate me airing out her personal life like this, but... I don't know..." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I just want people to stop making things worse for her. She's been so wrong for so long, and I know I can't keep defending her, but I just don't think revenge will make her regret anything that she's done."
Karen hummed. "My auntie's been teaching me about karma. So, like, if she feels what she's made others feel, then won't that like... Fix her?"
"I don't want to hurt her." You said, resolute. "Maybe, it could be the most effective way to make her see her shortcomings. But I don't want to. I do not want to hurt her." You looked between the two. "And that's where we differ, I guess."
Gretchen didn't say anything, eyes glued to a picture from the Six Flags trip. Regina had mustard and ketchup smeared all over her face while she was holding a napkin to your lips, in the process of wiping your face.
With that, you snatched the album from her hands, deposited it back into the locker and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. Without a word, you began to talk towards the exit. Neither of them followed you or said anything to you.
You couldn't stop people from taking their revenge. You had done your best to be diplomatic. Evoking sympathy in hormonal teenagers wasn't something easily done, or maybe you were just shitty at it, but there was little else you could do. If you went ahead and retaliated, hurt them for hurting someone you cared about, the lines blurred.
You'd just be another mean girl.
Notes: Sorry for the delay! The next chapter will be the last one, unless I start rambling or something. After that, I'll do a less structured series of epilogues. Loosely related oneshots, that kinda vibe.
Also, my writing assistant stopped working in the middle of this, so if there's stupid typos I'll come fix them later.
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Hello! Now that we've seen all eight episodes and Jimin and JK didn't take a single opportunity to "bro" up their relationship, no "when we get married to women I hope we're still friends" conversation, do you think AYS was a soft launch? Or did it just feel like one because that's the natural by-product of seeing Jimin and JK together without (much) third party interference?
Hi lovely,
Thank you for sending this in.
I havenât done any write ups on my feelings after each episode like many have. Thereâs been much said that I agree with, so Ididnât really have anything new to add.
Tbh Iâve done a Masterlist for all things AYS also including the write ups of 2 bloggers here that I pretty much agreed and enjoyed their write ups. Both @akookminsupporter and @jmdbjk (thank you two again for agreeing to have your posts linkedđ„č)
Do I think the show was a soft launch? Sort answer no. Long answer mmmm no?lolđ
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â ïžLooooonnnnnnngggg essay of an answer incomingâ ïž
I think with this show and all that it has around it has to be looked at through the eyes of Koreans and the type of shows they have in Korea. How the âbromanceâ genre is generally accepted and the types of shows celebs and idols do in Korea.
Did you know many idol groups do RUN BTS! like shows, In The Soop and Bon Voyage like shows, shows where they become parents for a period of time to kids, shows where they get âmarriedâ etc. Koreans see celebs and everything they do as entertainment for them. Two idols from a group of 7 travelling âaloneâ sure, bromance, sure something BTS hasnât done before butâŠ
Tbh itâs not that unique. Itâs not that outlandish.
I posted this previously
Close friends and famous actors going on a trip to Jeju, meeting with other friends and fishing together.
Tbh people may not view the show the same way that jikookers are. Jikookers have the added knowledge of everything in Jikook spaces that have previously been highlighted. So we see the inside jokes and know that this just adds to the long saga of Jikook and inside jokes, we see the hyung/dongsaeng dynamic get flipped on its head and we add it to the years long knowledge we have of Jikook and their unique bond.
I think there was some âbroâ energy. To be honest above anything else theyâre goofballs and dudes. For as much tenderness as there was, there were âbroâ moments too, they are BFFs and young men after all. I think the show served different things for different viewers.
For casual viewers, those who know of BTS and weâre just interested in watching BTS content. Cos letâs be real, this isnât a show you just are channel surfing and happen across. You have to search for this show, know of its existence, be recommended it or have been waiting to watch it. For those casual viewers, maybe or maybe not identifying as army, the show was just a fun, more adult, more slow paced BTS show. With two members that after watching the show, the viewer now realises are close close friends with more of a chingu friendship and would be shocked that itâs actual a hyung and dongsaeng (if they didnât already know).
For these reactors, they kept verbalising âhow closeâ Jikook must be âgood friendsâ âclose friendsâ and âcuteâ. (click here if you want to check out the full thread on twit/x)
For army watching it, again itâs just to them, an opportunity to watch more BTS content. To enjoy the members travelling, eating and having fun, more of the in the Soop/Bon voyage that theyâre familiar with. More of the skinship, playful, one big happy family that army know BTS to be.
A paraphrased collection of what was seen from army on twit/x
Jikookers having the time of our lives with all the tender and also sus af moments.
For Jikook shippers, the show is just a reaffirmation of what they already felt they knew about Jikook. More of an opportunity to see Jikookâs dynamic that they saw in bits and pieces from lives, fan cams, Bangtan bombs, memories and other BTS shows.
The show tbh isnât really earth shattering in unveiling anything about Jikook to any of the demographics mentioned above casual fans, army or jikookers.
Depending on what sub group a viewer fits into, their perception of the show fits that.
I donât think anyone really honestly, apart from exuberant jikookers truly think this show is Jikookâs soft launch.
I think by Korean standards the show isnât outlandishly gay.
Itâs got sus moments here and there like the majority of Bangtan content has had over the years. But on the whole, it is content that other groups have done in one way or another, other celebrities have done, were yes they do tease and flirt and joke about the âhomoeroticâ atmosphere some setting bring, but due to the dominating culture of homophobia, none really honestly mean it or believe it to be gay or involving actual gay people. I donât know if that makes sense what Iâm trying to say?
Iâve written thoughts before on the show, how it made sense for it to happen for Jikook, how itâs not so out there for them to be filming a duo trip etc.
Musings
Thoughts
Pondering
đ€âEverything comes back to GCF with you Jikookerđâ
Me: Yes, Yes it does đ
If youâve got this far in the answer trust me, bare with me Iâm going somewhere with this, itâs not just another opportunity to gush about GCFsđ
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Remember that Jimin loves travelling with Jungkook, he loved being GCFâs main model (no matter how embarrassed JK was at Jimin verbalising it to be the case and his denialsđ)
Jimin made his little vlog of their Tokyo trip before he knew the kind of production Jungkook was making himself with his first ever GCF. Theyâve always like travelling together and always like sharing it with army. They just didnât have much opportunity.
Jungkook tweeting this whilst editing GCF Saipan.
Namjoon tweeting this whilst they were in Saipan.
What is AYS then?!!
I think AYS was just a matured continuation of Jikook jikooking. Their numerous selcas theyâd share on twitter, their joint YouTube logs theyâd do in the beginning, their back and forths theyâd have on weverse every now and again.
This show was to me, I think, is just Jikook reaffirming everything theyâve always shown about themselves to army, thatâs theyâre intertwined, how many times have they said they are âyou are me and I am youâ.
They couldnât do a subunit together, they had no time to do a cover song together, something Iâm sure they would have loved to do in chapter two.
I just feel like they wanted to do something together in chapter two, because since the beginning of their careers, theyâve always made sure they carved out something within that highlighted the two of them. That was for the two of them.
Everyone had their own documentaries, appearances on shows or their own YouTube shows etc. Jikook too had their own docs, but they were the only to have their own show for the two of them.
I donât think the show was a soft launch. I do think the show was another part in the long history of Jikook showing us, rather than telling us, theyâre never to be divided. That the other is their source of joy, happiness and home and wherever they start, theyâll always end it with the other. Like we noticed FACE ended with Letter feat. Jungkook, Jiminâs doc ended with Jungkook, Jungkookâs doc ended with Jimin, they ended their free time travelling with each other before enlistment together and they ended their solo releases with Are You Sure?! capping it all off. Their show playing their solo songs whilst showing the two meeting together after it all.
Thatâs what I got from the show.
If the show was a soft launch, then enlisting together, their portions in their autobiography, their section in their monumentâs documentary, GCF TokyoâŠall those were soft launches too
Ultimately I think Jikook are intent on making one thing clear. Not the romantic state of their relationship. But the importantance of it full stop.
That they are important to each other AND the closest to each other. Anything else they arenât (to me) addressing. But they are with this show and with every stage in their career, making sure itâs known that Jimin is of the utmost importance to Jungkook and Jungkook is of the utmost importance to Jimin.
Since the beginning
Thank you for this ask lovely. I donât know if it was the answer you wanted but itâs what makes sense to me.
Thank you for anyone else that made it through this huge answer in its entirety đ©
Itâd be great if anyone else wanted to give their view on this so weâre can share and discuss
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Brothers on Your Anniversary!
This blog honestly gives me so much life, thank you so much for reading and enjoying it! I hope you'll love this hc as much as I do <3
Lucifer
Lucifer has been planning your anniversary like half a year in advance
Meaning, the guy is C O N F I D E N T
You might think he'd be the type to take you to a fancy restaurant and such but he will actually plan the date according to your specific preferences
Doesn't mean he won't get you a huge-ass bouquet with the rarest Devildom flowers
Is actually pretty nervous since it's his first ever anniversary in a relationship and he is a control freak and want it to be perfect for you
Will kiss your knuckles softly and will then twirl you around, effortlessly spinning you in a smooth dance
Gifts you an intricate and beautiful pendant with his love confession engraved on it
"I'm looking forward to the eternity with you by my side, my love"
Mammon
The day will be 10000000% dedicated to you
Shopping spree, any restaurant you want, any activity you wish to try - just say a word
Holding hands 24/7 everywhere, proudly showing you to literally EVERYONE
"Dat's right, dat's my baby and damn we hit 1 year together!"
Is so proud of you being near him that he almost tears up
Poor boy has never had a relationship and is now determined to keep you forever
At the end of the night, will blush heavily as he wraps his arms around your waist and leans in for a kiss
"I'm s-so happy we are t-together...Thanks for dealing with my dumb ass..."
Levi
Decides to surprise you with a kick-ass 3-course dinner cooked entirely by him, obviously
Is EXTREMELY nervous but tries not to show it
Gets you a matching set of pjs and a super cute necklace
Proposes to watch some anime or movies and secretly hopes you'd say yes, because he doesn't feel like going out and wants to be just the two of you this evening
Holds your hand all the time
Plays with your hair lazily and grins
"Can't believe got a person like you to be my partner"
Satan
Classic romance is his thing
Be sure he'll take you to a small and cozy but ridiculously expensive place
He'll insist you two dress up because "the occasion is so very special"
Out of all brothers, is most likely to propose on your anniversary
After dinner, will probably take you to the nearest park; champagne and blanket ready
(oops, a momentary cat distraction)
Showers you with affection and can't keep his hands and eyes off you
"Kitten, I'm honored to be loved by someone like you"
Asmodeus
Mhmmm an anniversary... so exciting!
Plans out a whole day dedicated just to you two
Spa, fancy dinner, shopping, massage - all included!
It's the first time ever for him to care so much about someone else and he is dedicated to make this day unforgettable
"I have a special something just for you"
RENTS THE WHOLE RESTAURANT TO SLOW-DANCE WITH YOU IN THE CANDLE LIGHT
"Honey, you have immense power over me and I surrender to you now and forever"
Beelzebub
He loves you so much that he actually wants to make it NOT about food
The things is, he has no idea what else to do... like... sports, maybe?
You notice how tensed he is and directly ask what's up
Reluctantly agrees to your offer to just eat somewhere and then cuddle home with snacks
"I tried to think of something unique because you deserve the best"
Wraps his hands around you and won't let go
Offers you head massage and just uses any excuse to touch you
"Y'know... You are my dearest person"
Belphie
Actually MAKES AN EFFORT
An attic, stargazing, a bottle of wine, and amazing fruits and sweets - just how good does it sound?
Presents you with a photo album filled with your mutual photos; a sweet note going with every photo
"You made my life full of memories that I'd cherish forever"
Kisses you softly all the time and braids your hair delicately
Loves this moment of peace and happiness but is a teeny tiny bit worried you might have preferred something more outdoorsy
"Just stay with me always, okay?"
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