#cause they are capable of doing so and you are all probably aware of how loud they fucking are I said it enough time đ
On the topic of Sokka and failure and suicide: I think that it is probably rooted in the possibility that his failures, as a hunter and as a protector, COULD (and maybe did???) lead to deaths in his village. If he failed to bring home food or furs then people died, if HE failed to properly train the toddlers or watch over them properly during training then they could also get hurt or die, or themselves fail to bring home food or keep their people safe (which is to him obviously his fault as their trainer) and HE was the one who was meant to lead and protect and keep everyone safe.... It's so easy to see how that could spiral out into his severe deterioration after real failures during ATLA. Like, he is unique among the early Gaang that he is intimately familiar with the link between his actions and death, whether it's of people he cares about, animals, or eventually enemies. He's so painfully aware of it.
And speculatively, those toddlers would've all been born within a year of the men leaving! Which also means Sokka The Protector and Provider would've had no men (BC he wouldn't believe anyone else, they'd just be trying to make him feel better about being a failure) to reassure him that any pregnancies or newborns who didn't make it WEREN'T his fault and that he DID provide enough to keep mother and babe healthy. Or worse, he actually didn't do a good enough job and it did lead to close calls or difficult pregnancies or deaths. Either scenario would've fucked him up So Deeply.
yeah i talked about sokkaâs perfectionist complex recently and also the fact that sokka is very much implied to be a good hunter, so like. yes. the stakes for any kind of failure are very high due to the nature of his responsibilities and what he believes he must excel in. he considers himself a provider and protector above all else. if he fails to provide for others, people starve. if he fails to protect others, people die. to fail to fulfill that role in any way is to be culpable for causing harm. and sokka never once considers whether putting that burden on a 13 year old was kind of unfair, actually, because heâs always been capable of excelling and thus itâs squarely his fault if he falls short in any way. but presumably, he doesnât fail??
like, we really have no way of knowing, because so much of their childhoods and life before finding aang is framed exclusively from kataraâs pov (sheâs the narrator), but even what we do see is sokka holding the lantern for katara, sokka and kanna functioning as a unit when making decisions for the village, kanna trusting sokka more and telling katara to listen to her brother, sokka preparing to die a martyr. even the kind of âgoofierâ stuff, like katara soaking sokka with her âmagic water,â or sokka trying to train a bunch of toddlers, or sokkaâs watchtower getting destroyed, are all indicative of who sokka is and how he sees the world, in really fascinating ways.
obviously sokkaâs reaction to katara waterbending is a complex one that we cannot fully understand when the show begins because we donât actually know why and how waterbenders were targeted, so it reads as simple disrespect for something sokka doesnât understand. and maybe itâs also jealousy, because i think literally anyone would be jealous if their little sibling had magic powers and you didnât. but thereâs definitely also fear there, fear that whoever informed the fire nation of there being one last waterbender left is still out there, that katara is still a target. itâs a fear informed by trauma, by sokkaâs need to protect katara, to âkeep his promise to dad.â itâs never outright spoken (unless youâre live action shein go girl give us nothing katara, of course), but itâs pretty obvious in retrospect.
thereâs also the fact that katara is there with him in the first place. thereâs never any indication one way or another whether katara and sokka going fishing together is a common occurrence, but i tend towards thinking itâs uncommon simply because sokka seems particularly pissed off by her presence, like sheâs disrupting his peace. and i bet kanna is just sitting at home like âmaybe i shouldnât have let katara go fishingâŠâ and then of course she comes home with a ghost and his flying bison, and kannaâs just like âgoddammit. i knew this would happen. âŠ..sort of.â
and sokka trying to train a bunch of toddlers seems funny at first, but is actually incredibly tragic, because sokka never actually questions the idea that the notion of childhood innocence does not exist, that from the moment you are born you must be prepared to die. it looks silly because heâs wrong, but itâs also heartbreaking because itâs all he knows. that scene is very explicitly establishing him as a foil to aang, setting up that deeper tension that underpins their relationship. katara immediately aligns herself with aang, recognizes the value of fun and the value of retaining oneâs childhood, while sokka is positioned in opposition to this values from the get go. and sokka does eventually come around and embraces the value of fun, but he also embodies the burden (both material and psychological) that aang carries, and he functions as a sort of warning to aang to maintain his values, untouched by war, before it is too late. before aang lets his own burden overtake him and becomes what sokka already is.
and his watchtower is something i think about a lot too. itâs literally his only enrichment in his enclosure⊠sokka only lets himself practice what he thinks is useful, despite his love for all different forms of art and knowledge. so he can perfectly apply warpaint without so much as a mirror, and he can build a fucking functioning watchtower out of snow, but only because it serves a practical function. like, katara calls it âplaying soldier,â because there is something sort of aesthetically childish about sokka building a watchtower out of snow like a glorified snowman and thinking that this makes him some kind of hardened general (we all start somewhere i suppose), but also, he is doing the best he has with the tools at his disposal, and he is in a war, and he is right to constantly be preparing for existential threats to his people, even if it does admittedly make him look kinda pathetic simply because his resources are so limited and he lacks the necessary experience to actually be successful in his mission. but also, that fact in itself is deeply tragic. this is what their once flourishing tribe has been reduced to; this child who thinks himself an adult is the first and last line of defense in their tiny, decimated village.
he thinks his purpose on this planet is so protect his people and his sister from a genocidal empire with basically no support and no resources at his disposal, and then he feels actively guilty when that situation is understandably difficult for him. so he probably always has been a proficient hunter (even as a 13 year old?? maybe he had help, but idk) because his reaction to that kind of failure (to protect & to provide) is so catastrophic during the show whenever it happens (most notably in the boiling rock arc) that thereâs no way he has any sort of prior experience with that kind of consequentially devastating failure.
and not for nothing, but i do think the reason katara assumes that heâs fucking around and not doing real work is because unlike katara, he never actually complains about it, doesnât struggle to do it, and in fact takes pride in it, is even a little smug about it. to the point that katara is like âwhy do i have to be stuck here doing tedious domestic labor while sokka gets to have fun hunting and fishing???â even though obviously sokka has never had fun a day in his life and deep down katara also clearly knows that.
but like, he really enjoys hunting because itâs the most literal realization of his role as provider. he loves being âthe meat guyâ because itâs a symbol of how he is able to embody this ideal of manliness through a practice he is actually good at (unlike a lot of other standards of masculinity he otherwise struggles to embody). he likes being the provider, caring for others in concrete, tangible ways, protecting the people he cares about. âoh sokka you really do have a heart,â katara exclaims, meanwhile his heart is and has always been the thing that defines his entire identity at the deepest, most fundamental level: his desire to put other people before himself every time, his need to be needed, the love he has for humanity that is so different from kataraâs but in no way less significant. sokka will care for people, or die trying.
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Round of applause for Alex, Iâm going to bed before 1am đđđđ
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Iâve gotten a WAVE of asks about this AU, so I decided to flesh it out some more and answer some of those questions!
Iâll probably polish this extended summary up at some point and submit it to AO3. But for now, hereâs a rundown of my thoughtsâplease feel free to send more questions! Iâll update this post if I get any more. But if youâre someone who wanted to write fic for it, donât worry, you donât need to take my headcanons as gospel. Itâs a pretty basic AU honestly lol
Summary:
The portal accident results in a violent explosion that wipes out the whole block, and condemns all of Amity Park. Danny haunts the city for 100 years, before Sam and Tucker find him.Â
Setup:
In the 1920âs, 19-year-old Danny went into the incomplete portal on his own, hoping to help out his parents. Ripping the portal open through unnatural means created a huge burst of energy that resulted in a massive explosion. A good portion of the Amity Park population died, many were injured, and the ones on the fringes relocatedâAmity was quickly deemed too dangerous due to the excess ectoplasm in the area that attracted ghosts.Â
While the disaster was in Amity, the fallout was seen around the globe. Before, natural portals were rare, short-lived, and rarely allowed ghosts to fully slip into our realm (the most severe cases being on par with poltergeists that most people didnât believe in). Now, natural portals pop open frequently around the world, large enough to allow the entirety of a ghost into the physical plane. Theyâre more common the closer you get to Amity, but they happen enough elsewhere that this change was something of a small apocalypse before people settled back down and found out how to combat at least some of their new, permanent neighbors.Â
Danny is unaware that heâs only half-dead, believing heâs a full ghost. He ends up sticking around Amity, unintentionally making it his haunt. His grief and guilt over causing the death of his loved ones (and many others) makes him isolate and avoid human contact. Though he has, at times, scared nosy people away from the city in a mix of territorial instinctâand to get them to leave before a less friendly ghost finds them.Â
Ghosts are much more of an uncontested danger in this AU. Lesser ghosts are practically mindless, and while stronger ghosts are capable of reason, their interests are limited. Theyâre highly territorial, possessive, and often destructive. Most worrisome is that they also like to snack on the life force of anything alive. No one is sure what dictates a ghostâs propensity to attack or hunt the living for their life force since ghosts donât exactly experience hunger. At least, not the way we do. If a human is rescued before their life force is fully drained, they can make a full recoveryâthough humanity has still not yet found what this âlife force" is.Â
And since the Fentonsâ research died along with them, there arenât many tools available to the public to protect them from ghosts. Most homes have standard ghost shields and some weapons are available on the market, but certified ghost hunters are required to take care of anything more powerful than your average spook.Â
Sam and Tucker met in high school, and are now rooming together for college very close to the Amity border. Rent is surprisingly cheap when youâre a stoneâs throw away from a condemned area crawling with ghosts. Sam is the one who drags Tucker along with her fascination over finding out more about the city, and its largely mysterious demise. Sam is aware of the danger, but feels ghosts have a place in this world just like everything else, and does exercise cautionâlike one would while foraging in the woods with a known tiger population.Â
What she and Tucker werenât expecting was to run into a ghost that felt almost human. One that hasn't hurt them, not for lack of tryingâwhile being powerful enough to walk past ghost shields without so much as a flinch. The long white hair is familiar in the whispers of the ectobiologist community, but thereâs no way it could be the rumored ghost king Phantom, right?
About Danny:
He has very long hair, claws, and black sclera. His hazmat suit is more torn and ragged, with exposed hands and feet that fade into a burnt black.
His hair tends to float a lot on its own. It can start morphing into fire under duress.Â
He does still technically have gloves and boots, they've just charred and melted into his skin towards the ends. He can't take them off in his ghost form. His hands and feet have a leathery texture that's tougher than the rest of his skin.
The white of his hazmat suit is both supposed to look like flames, and also a battered look representing his more violent, explosive death.
Overall, he appears rather listless and sad, with an unnerving air of danger around himâeven for a ghost.Â
Dannyâs âghost senseâ comes out as white smoke.
He does breathe black smoke at times, usually when agitated.Â
He's already fought and defeated Pariah Dark by the time Sam and Tucker find him, technically making him the Ghost King. This is heavily speculated by ghost experts, despite there being no real proof beyond a massive battle that scarred Illinois. He has not donned the Ring or the Crown, and captured sentient ghosts are hesitant to answer questions surrounding him. Danny basically has the throne but doesnât do anything with it, and finds it meaningless enough to routinely forget he has the title. He only fought Pariah because he knew otherwise, humanity would have perished. A lot of ghosts are scared of him because he's so hard to figure out, and he's strong.Â
Danny is usually very quiet and speaks softly, because his lungs were damaged in the blaze that half-killed him. He's technically healed since becoming a ghost, so it's more of a compulsion due to the traumatic memory. That, and heâs just⊠very forlorn and distant, shy around humans who donât seem to understand how dangerous it is to keep hanging around him.
His memories pre-accident are extremely fuzzy. He knows the very basics of who he was, but specifics have been muffled due to trauma and isolation. He routinely forgets human habits, etiquette, etc. and tends to act more like a full ghost with some odd quirks.Â
He does try to scare Sam and Tucker off numerous times. Unfortunately for him, they realized they shouldn't have been able to escape a ghost that strongâbut they did, because he let them.Â
Sam and Tucker think he's mute at first! He doesn't speak a word to them until several encounters later, when he fumbles his whole scary act and saves them from another ghost.Â
Heâs still half-ghost, though he doesnât figure this out until Sam and Tucker come along trying to unravel the mysteries behind the Amity catastrophe. Physically and emotionally, heâs been stuck for 100 yearsâso his human form is still 19. Itâs unclear at this point if he can age normally like a human as long as he stays in human form, or if heâs immortal.Â
Danny's family did not turn into ghosts, though he sometimes worries he'll find them in the afterlife as shells of their former selves. He doesn't know if it's better or worse that he's not sure he'd recognize them.Â
(Danny also still has some living family. Take a guess.)
Yes, he knows how to Wail. Understandably, he very rarely uses it. You do not want to witness this.
Danny :) is not immune :) from the allure of eating a human's life force :)))
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You Are My Sunshine | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
*GIF isn't mine*
Summary: Being pregnant was a challenge, and being pregnant in an apocalypse came with a whole set of challenges on its own. Luckily, you had Daryl to take care of you, even if he was sometimes a little bit overprotective.
Genre: Fluff
Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.
Warnings: Swearing, probably other things I can't think of right now.
A/n: My requests are open for any TWD character if y'all wanna send any! Also, I don't really know if pregnant ladies not being allowed to lift heavy things is factual or not. I just remembered someone telling me once that it could be harmful for the unborn child, and I've seen it being mentioned in movies and shows before, so I went based off of that. If it isn't true, please pretend that it is for my sake lol đ„Č. (This is so rushed. I'm sorry for the bad writing đ)
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âDaryl, I'm perfectly capable of carrying it myself, you know.â
âI know ya can, but it dun' mean ya have to. Ya need to take it easy.â
You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile spreading over your face. âDar, I have to do something. I can't let everyone else do everything while I sit on my ass all day.â
âYer pregnant, I ain't lettin' ya overwork yerself. Anyone have a problem with tha', let me know and I'll handle 'em. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to our baby jus' 'cause some people can't pick up the slack and ya have to do their work for 'em.â
âI highly doubt carrying one crate is gonna do anything,â you stated matter-of-factly, walking at a steady pace beside the archer while he was carrying the crate in question back to the pantry.
âAin't riskin' it,â Daryl retorted with a sense of finality, pushing the crate onto one of the shelves before turning to you. He took a step towards you and placed a gentle hand on your growing bump, looking at you with a soft expression. âYa and this baby, our baby, are the most important people in the world to me. I ain't lettin' anythin' happen to the two of ya. If tha' means carryin' a crate so tha' ya can rest or fightin' off a herd of walkers so tha' yer safe, so be it. I'd do anythin' for ya and our little one.â
You smiled softly at the archer you've grown to love above everything else. You leaned forward to press a quick, gentle peck on his cheek before leaning back, giggling at the bashful look and blush that coated Daryl's face from the small action. âSorry,â you said with a light laugh, aware of his feelings of public displays of affection. âYou're just too adorable sometimes, you know that?â
That elicited a scoff from Daryl. He withdrew his hand from your bump and stepped back, ducking his head down to let his hair hide the growing blush on his face. âI ain't adorable,â he retorted quietly.
âYou are,â you responded with a light laugh. âThere's nothing you can say that'll change my mind about that. You, Daryl Dixon, are adorable, sweet, caring and so much more. There honestly aren't enough adjectives in the dictionary to describe how perfect you are to me.â
Daryl scoffed again. He shook his head at you, but you could see his mouth twitch up into a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. âNah,â he started, glancing at you through the hair that hung in front of his eyes. âYer the perfect one. âM lucky to call ya mine.â
âDon't start with me, Dixon. We can go back and forth about who's more perfect all day,â you joked, successfully gaining a small chuckle from him in response.
âAlrighâ,â he started, taking a step forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. âI ain't about to start an argument with the pregnant lady.â
âIf that's the case, does that mean I can help out with the tasks around here?â you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.
Daryl scoffed and shook his head. âNah, tha' I ain't lettin' happen. I was talkin' 'bout petty arguments. Ya need to take it easy and rest. Leave the work to the people who ain't got unborn babies in their bellies they have to worry 'bout.â
âDarylââ you started, about to voice your protest, but the archer cut you off.
âNone of tha',â he said with a shake of his head, his tone stern. âYa remember the times ya wouldn't let me do much to help out when I was hurt? I could help jus' fine too, but ya were worried 'bout me and takin' care of me. Let me take care of ya now, alrigh'? Ya have more at stake here than tearin' a few stitches.â
You pondered over his words for a few moments, hesitantly nodding after a few seconds. âAlright,â you finally agreed with a small sigh. âI haven't really been getting much sleep these past few days. I guess I can go take a nap or something if that'll make you feel better.â
âHey,â Daryl started, taking one of your hands in his. âThis ain't because I think yer incapable to help out or somethin'. I know ya can, but I would feel better knowin' yer not accidentally overworking yerself. I've seen it happen before. Ya'd get so focused on a task and would overwork yerself without even knowin' it. I don't want tha' to happen to ya righ' now.â
âOkay,â you nodded, willing the feelings of being useless away at the archer's reassuring words, knowing he spoke nothing but the truth. âBut the moment you guys desperately need an extra pair of hands, promise me you'll come get me?â
Daryl nodded half-heartedly, and you could tell that even if he promised he would, he probably wouldn't come get you. He'd put yours and your baby's safety above everything else, even at the cost of a few extra hours of work for him and the other Alexandrians.
You leaned up on your toes to press a feathery light kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You gave him a smile before turning to walk out of the pantry towards the home you shared with him. As soon as you reached the front door of your home and pushed inside, you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, discarding them by the table next to the entrance. You looked at the expanse of the quiet house and sighed, knowing you'd be alone until the sun started to set.
Well, you thought to yourself, I might as well make the best of my time alone. You went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water before descending up the stairs towards your room. You changed into something more comfortable before settling down on the bed, grabbing the book you were busy reading and flipping to the page you were busy with. You absentmindedly placed one hand over your stomach, the other holding the book as your eyes started to trail over the words on the page.
After a while, the words on the page started to blur together. You blinked repeatedly, hoping to clear your vision, but to no avail. Your eyes fell closed on their own accord, and within a few moments, you were asleep.
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The feeling of the bed dipping beside you awoke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes and brought one of your hands up to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. When your vision cleared, you locked eyes with Daryl, the man having a faint, soft smile on his face.
âSorry. I didn't mean to wake ya,â he apologized, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hair back and away from your eyes.
âIt's okay,â you reassured him, bringing yourself up to a sitting position. You grabbed the book that you had read before falling asleep and placed it on your bedside table, before shifting your attention back to the archer.
Daryl was seated on the edge of the bed, busy pulling his boots off of his feet. When he was done, he layed back against the headboard, bringing his legs up to rest on the bed. His shoulders were slightly slumped, his posture giving away how tired he was. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. The workload hadn't been that much that day, and as soon as the people were done they could return to their homes, so you couldn't understand why Daryl looked so tired. Unless...
âDaryl,â you said softly, instantly catching the archer's attention. âDid more work come in while I was here at home?â Daryl's silence was enough of an answer. âDarylââ
ââS fine, nothin' we couldn't handle. Just some buildin' materials Maggie and the King sent us from their communities to fix up more houses. Rick wanted to get started on the repairs today, so Aaron and I got some people together to start.â
âDaryl,â you started, shaking your head. âI told you that if you needed an extra pair of hands to come and get me.â
âNah, we were fine. Ya clearly needed the rest.â
âButââ you started to retort, but Daryl cut you off instantly.
âMichonne told me tha' really heavy liftin' ain't good fer a pregnant lady. Said it can hurt the baby, so I didn't want ya carryin' logs and other heavy materials around. The rest of us can handle tha'.â
âWhen did you talk to Michonne?â you asked skeptically, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.
A sheepish look graced Daryl's features. He avoided your gaze and instead focused his eyes on the bedsheets. âAbout a week after we found out tha' ya were pregnant,â he admitted, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. âI was askin' her and Carol wha' I could do to help make yer pregnancy easier, what would help with yer mornin' sickness and what ya should avoid doin', and she told me tha' ya needed to refrain from liftin' heavy things. Said it could harm the baby.â
âSo that's why you've been so against me helping out around here?â you asked, earning a nod of confirmation from Daryl.
âYeah. Most of the work we gotta do 'round here involves heavy liftin', and I didn't want ya accidentally hurtin' yourself or our little one because of it. Tha's why I've been so adamant about ya takin' it easy,â he confirmed, ducking his head in embarrassment. âI didn't wanna be overbearin', but ya really wanted to help out with everythin' and the thought of somethin' goin' wrong because of all the hard work we have to do was too much fer me to handle. âM sorry.â
You gently grabbed Daryl's hand, bringing it up to softly kiss his knuckles. âWhy are you sorry? For not wanting anything to happen to me or our baby? You don't have anything to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing.â
âFer wha'?â Daryl asked confusedly, intertwining your fingers with his.
âFor being so adamant about working. I just... I didn't want to feel useless. I didn't want to feel like a burden because I couldn't help out.â
Daryl's eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressing together tightly. âYer not a burden. Dun' ever think tha'. Yer carryin' a life in yer belly, and tha's takin' up most of yer energy and time. If anybody has a problem with the fact tha' ya can't work as hard as ya used to fer the next few months because yer pregnant, let me know and I'll beat their ass.â
You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you could feel tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl noticed it and frowned, concern lacing his voice.
âWha's wrong?â he asked frantically, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks gently. He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumb.
âHormones,â you said simply, laughing through your tears. âI don't even really know why I'm crying.â
âC'mere,â Daryl said, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to lay your head down on his chest. You shifted your body until your were comfortable, wrapping your arms around him as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Daryl's arms wrapped around you, one of his hands venturing down to your baby bump. He gently started to caress your stomach, his hand's soft movements making you sleepy almost instantly.
ââM sorry fer bein' so overprotective,â Daryl said after a few moments of silence, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
âAnd I'm sorry for being so stubborn. I promise I'll be more careful and take it easier from now on,â you promised, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest.
âThank god,â he sighed in relief. âAny more of yer stubbornness and I would've been forced to lock ya in the house whenever their was work to do.â
You laughed and lightly hit one of his arms that were wrapped around you, eliciting a chuckle from the archer. âI love you,â you mumbled into his chest.
âI love ya too,â he responded, placing another kiss on your head. "Now get some more rest. I'll be righ' here when ya wake up.â
You nodded against his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, your own personal lullaby. As your eyes drifted closed for the second time that day, you swore you could hear Daryl start to hum a song. A song you've been singing to your baby in your stomach since you found out you were pregnant.
You are my sunshine.
A smile formed on your face as Daryl lowly continued to hum the song, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. With the gentle caress of his hand, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the song he was humming, you soon drifted into slumber, safe in your archer's arms.
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Bagi and Richas talk about Jaiden (28/02/2024)
"B: Richinhas, we have one problem only... How many months has it been since that explosion on purgatory?
B: When you went to get your dad Cellbit, your aunt Baghera, what was the situation there in purgatory?
R: Explosion? 0_0 OOOHHH THAT ONE, YES
B: There on egg island
B: For me it was a purgatory, you know how it is
R: So, they were all fucked, mom kkkkkkkkkk
B: It's because, for many months now Empanada has been wating for one of her moms to come back from there
B: And I thought that she would at least come back with Cellbit and Baghera
R: Made me think I should have gone there sooner
R: OHH
R: Who? 0_0
B: Come here Richinhas
B: Did you maybe (points at a sign with Jaiden's name) saw this person there, when you went... you know?
B: Richinhas
R: Mom 0_0 hmmm
B: Oh Richinhas... Oh noo I made you sad too, come here son (open arms for a hug) Come here, come here (hugs)
B: Didn't want to make you sad, I... I just brought up this subject because it has been a very long time that Empanada has been waiting for her and I don't know if she survived
R: kkkkkkkk Not exactly sad, mom
B: I don't know if she survived son!
B: How will I tell this story to Empanada, she has been waiting for months
R: It's just
R: How do I explain kkkkkk
R: Hmmm also you made remembered me that I need to do something mom
R: Anyway, aunt Jaiden, you met her right mom?
B: I did met her, Richinhas, I did
B: I liked her wings, even though I thought she was too friendly with Cucurucho
B: That's why I thought it was weird for her to not come back with Cucurucho or something if she had gotten stuck there
R: I think if it was ON PURGATORY kkkkkk
R: Considering the state dad Cellbit was in, you maybe didn't get to met THE aunt Jaiden
B: No, I met her before all this, I met her before all the tragedy
B: I met her at the time she was friendly with Cucurucho and led a kind of normal life, she lived at that village, the girl village where Jaiden, Tina and Mouse lived, I think
R: And even I, only saw aunt Jaiden once
R: And I say that... let's say there were 2 aunt Jaidens
R: The aunt Jaiden that lost Bobby and the aunt Jaiden that left grief behind just a little bit
R: That aunt Jaiden, I only saw her once
R: And... I will miss her, you know mom? kkkkkkk
R: You know when the things that made you remember what was important for you, they look like they go away little by little
R: And you just forget
R: It's very scary
B: Ah, son
B: I know it's scary
B: The time passage everyday is scary
B: Getting older is scary
B: To see time pass and watch some people not coming back is scary
R: But aunt Jaiden won't come back
B: None of them right?
R: One of them I think died some time ago
R: And then, those 2 were left
R: But those 2 too... I guess they went away then
R: I won't do that, neither will Pom, or dad Cellbit, or aunt Baghera, but if you need to tell Empanada, promise me that all the dreams she had of one day being loved like Bobby by aunt Jaiden, keep them alive, alright? >:D kkkkkk
B: Oh go Richarlyson, everytime you break your mom by making me cry
R: Cause I have an impression that would be... I mean, that wouldn't be true kkkkkk but love is kind of unconditional
R: Like a friend would say, and well, pa Roier kkkkkk
B: Yeah
B: I'm aware their love is unconditional
R: Em will probably get very lost
R: No mom, not that 0_0
B: Oh okay! I was thinking of other side
R: But, pa Roier loves Pepito too right?
B: Of course, of course, I get what you meant
B: It's a thing I had to explain a lot to Empanada that just because Jaiden had an egg before, she wouldn't be capable of loving her
B: Because each person lives on a different place of our heart
R: Maybe she will never understand mom kkkkkk
B: I know
R: Everyday I see Pepito and I feel Pepito also thinks that sometimes, you know? But that's what pa Roier is there for, to smile and to assure Pepito that Pepito is important too
R: Then on Em's and aunt Jaiden's case... It looks like it was all a evil thing from the federation
R: But she is already gone 0_0 has been for a long time
B: Wow son, so young and you already deal with so many complex feelings so well
B: Better than me
R: Nahh
R: I don't talk, but I'm here to tell you mom 0_0
R: Above everything, just keep Em happy, ok? >:D kkkkkkkkk
B: Of course
R: Your love counts for 7 loves kkkkk
B: Hey and you, occupy the other half of my heart alright? You too
B: I take care of her and I take care of you too
B: I know you have a lot of dads but you have your mom too"
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Various HH characters x autistic!reader
Prize 1/5 for @coldsushisworld ! I hope you enjoy!
This post includes: charlie, vaggie, alastor, Lucifer, adam, and lute
CHARLIE
Honestly I can see Charlie herself being somewhere on the spectrum! So she can relate to you in some way when you're having some struggles. Shes so so accommodating when it comes to your needs, quite literally bending over backwards to make sure the hotel is a safe space for you. Theres likely a sensory room somewhere in the hotel, where you (or really anyone!) Can go to unwind and just vibe. Protective of you, as she is with everyone else she cares about. You.. may have to get her to cool it if things get a little too heated. Warm and smells like apple pie, and I dont know about you guys but that's possibly one of the most pleasing and calming combos
VAGGIE
Very quick to shut things down if someone tries to get on your case for your needs for whatever reason, same goes for anyone who does it without intending to be harmful/doing it unknowingly. Shes your guard dog, and shes going to make sure you're safe mentally and physically. Likely stands trying to choose between different fidgets to pack for an outing trying to determine which one might come more in handy. Packs both. Actually she definitely has a pack somewhere for you that has a bunch of items to carry on you to help you out (water, headphones, ect ect). Despite that she does think you're capable and will step back if her worries cause her to overstep and make you feel bad. Vaggie does tend to have trouble gauging how much effort and feeling into things
ALASTOR
In the nicest way possible, he does not care. Obviously he doesn't care in the "I dont care that you're ND and I'm not going to avoid doing things that trigger you", it's a "I dont care because it is what it is", and besides hes got manners! Sometimes the static ambience around him can be comforting, like white noise.. sometimes he hums or softly plays music if you need something to focus on during an overwhelming moment. However if it makes things worse it's getting cut the second you say something. You're the only person allowed into his radio tower, if you need an escape
LUCIFER
As stated above I headcanon that Charlie is somewhere in the spectrum so he already has an idea of what to do to make things easier and more welcoming for you! Thankfully his home isnt too chaotic and he doesnt usually switch up his routine so if routines mean a lot for you Lucifer is your man! Puts his crafting skills to good use and makes you personalized fidget toys! He loves talking to you but if you need him to be quiet for a while he'll be understanding and work quietly on his ducks. Similarly to his daughter he doesnt let anyone try to make you feel bad for trying to tend to your needs. Though hes less of a pushover/holds his temper a little easier than charlie, but hes still quick to shut anything down
ADAM
In the beginning he can be a little.... how does one say this nicely? Not the best.. hes not at all educated so you're probably going to have to sit him down and find a way to get him to listen. Hes a little misguided when it comes to helping you moving forward but there is a new added effort in there. Takes you away from environments that are too overwhelming for you, or tells everyone to shut the hell up.. which might make things worse thanks to his shouting. He's got the spirit but his methods are not the best. His wings are soft and as long as you dont pluck anything out, he let's you run your fingers through his feathers. Would get sucked into those sensory and/or asmr videos with you
LUTE
I can see her being on the spectrum too tbh but I dont think shes aware, so anytime you try to bring up the possibility of her being ND she kind of just dismisses it. "Everyone does that," mindset. While she doesnt totally understand all of your habits and needs, she still does her best to make sure you're satisfied. She can be callous with others, often causing conflict to those who choose not to listen to an exterminator.. though to heavens citizens what status to exterminators have..? Shrugs. Shes a little.. tense? Harsh? No harsh sounds mean. Shes not used to being tender for someone else, so this is all a learning process for her.. its going to take a while before she grows accustomed to you autism or not.. but shes trying, because she does love you even if shes not used to these feelings!
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Omg I've just caught up on the Colle tion of Overlords and I gotta say, it's fantastic!
I'm so sorry if you're getting overwhelmed with ideas/requests but the brainrot will not stop, so here goes-
Regarding the Collector's relationship with Lucifer, and how he's technically just a bit more powerful than them, I had the thought of what would happen if Charlie, being Lucifer and Lilith's daughter, had a huge outburst (maybe over Angel's contract or smth to do with Heaven? Idk) and, completely by accident, hurt the Collector
It wouldn't be because she's a lot more powerful or something, but mainly because the Collector wasn't paying attention/had been so caught up with other affairs that they hadn't noticed Charlie getting more powerful, if only slightly
The Collector wouldn't be hurt in any way, shape or form that would cause permanent damage, probably the equivalent to getting a slightly scraped knee to them, but everyone else is completely shocked and doesn't know how to react (with the exception of Charlie who is just immediately and profusely apologizing) cause they didn't know it was even possible for them to get hurt
With how you've portrayed them so far, I'm wondering how the Collector would react, maybe overplaying it and disappearing for a time (while being completely fine) so Charlie gets a bit more respect, or simply brushing it off and treating the Princess like a niece who just made a mistake and offering to help her train along with her dad (very jealous overlords incoming), or smth else entirely
Sorry for this being so long, I've only just discovered your work and have already fallen in love! Drink water, eat food, and take care of yourself first and foremost â€ïž
This is for {Collection of Overlords} , check MASTERLIST for the work
Welcome to this series~! Thanks for staying and having an interest!! No worries~ Taking care of myself~~ (I've stopped request cause of an incident, but I'm getting to the ones from before. Most likely it'll be open in May)
Anyways~ Your ideas.
Charlie can't harm Reader/you in any way. She may be Lucifer's daughter, but (as of season 1) she doesn't have angelic powers. That is your one weakness and possible method of harm and death. Otherwise, you can't be harmed or killed under any other power or circumstance.
You'll understand when Part 7 comes out.
As for your relationship with Charlie. Yeah, you see her as a niece of sorts. You did consider being her mentor like you did with Lucifer, but you don't see her as mature enough or needing your guidance that strongly.
Remember in Rosie and Alastor's bit in "Ready for This"?
They're dancing along
They're singing her song
Surprised? Why, I knew she could do it all along
She's bound to pass the test as princess of Hell
Like her daddy, she is madly power-fell
She's filled with potential that I could guide
I concur! Stick with her, you'll be on the winning side
Now notice the part where Alastor and Rosie smile together. "Pass the test", what test? In the show, it could be dismissed, but in this series, no no, there's meaning. Rosie and Alastor, as well as other Overlords, will see a lot of challenges or tricky situations as tests set by you to prove worthiness and capability. Overlords are aware that you raised Lucifer to where he is now, so they step back when it comes to matters of the Morningstar family. Vox stating that he has to avoid Alastor making a deal with Charlie and Zestial asking why Alastor is with Charlie is a sign that they are being cautious so as not to interfer with any possible plans of yours.
No doubt, Charlie is powerful. But to you, she is nothing because she doesn't have angelic powers to counter you. Overlord acknowledges that Charlie is the next in line, but they observe to see if you'll be bring her to the throne or by her own powers. So far, it's all on her own without any interference or help from you. Alastor and Rosie sticking to Charlie to be on the winning side implies your favour and attention. If they were to support Charlie who is from royalty, you are bound to praise them. Part 4 proves it when Carmilla, Rosie, and Alastor were all rewarded, while the Vees that watched it all was punished, and Zestial and Zeezi the neutral parties were left untouched.
Say, Charlie or someone else did accidentially or purposely attacked you. It's like ants walking on your arm to you. You just brush it off.
"Oh, I felt an itch."
You'd be confused as to why Charlie is apologizing cause nothing harmed you, and your clothes were slowly reforming under Alastor's coat that he immediately dapped on your shoulders. Alastor explained and you laughed, patting Charlie's head, you'll tell her to train more and hope to give you a massage.
Ah, the bit about you disappearing. You have little to no public image or presence to the sinners in Hell. Only the Hellborns know of you and they keep themselves because of it. You don't appear much to your Overlords as well. So when you say 'disappear', you'd be implying that you are gone for like 15+ years to cause something to happen.
If that happens, Charlie isn't getting respect, she's getting a full-out war from all the Overlords and their army directed at her without mercy. The other Rings would have heard of it as well, and the Sins are aware of your affiliation with the Overlords, they were your personal army (in a way). So, to see them move against the heir to the throne like that and hear that Charlie's the reason for your disappearance? The Sins will join in on the fight. There'd be a rebellion on hand and the Morningstars will be dethroned to nothing.
After that, your presence will be announced to all of Hell, and you will be back on the throne. No one will take your place again. Before, the Sins agreed to let Lucifer rule because you told them you'd rule from the shadows like a mastermind. But the moment one of them (Lucifer, Lilith, or Charlie) bites the hand that fed them accidentally or on purpose, then no way will the Sins let this slide.
No matter how docile the Overlords and Sins are to the King, Queen, and Princess of Hell right now, their allegiance is to you, the true Ruler of Hell, first and foremost. Nothing changes that.
Wait till Part 7 comes out. You'll see what I mean when I say you're quite OP.
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Touch | Part Five
You struggle to re-establish a purpose in Jackson. But the Miller brothers will always keep you on your toes.
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Part Three | Series Masterlist | Part Four
Warnings: smutty smut smut, oral (m receiving), kind of subby Joel maybe?, like shades of subby, whimpers and groans, carpentry
Minors DNI
You envied people who didnât remember their dreams. Yours lingered with you, so much accumulated horror for your brain to draw upon. The crunching of dried-out fungus under boot. The squelch of blood running over clenched fist. The screams of your sister, reverberating with the screams of your dad, of your mum, of yourself. Formless and vacant of hope, a belligerent and unrelenting slideshow.
You woke with a start in your own bed, alone and trying to piece together how you got there. After Joel had taken care of you on the coffee table you had slumped towards him, head on his shoulder, and took in all the air your lungs could get. The exhaustion was overwhelming and you had felt yourself go limp in his arms, dimly aware of him lifting you, carrying you up the stairs. Youâd had enough presence of mind to worry he was going to hurt his shoulder before he had you wrapped up in your blanket. You didnât hear him leave.
You supposed you should be happy, but you had long started to suspect that it wasnât really an emotion you were capable of. Even before outbreak day youâd had too much to worry about. You had already come to terms with the fact that happiness just wasnât something your mind could do. Terror, though. That was your speciality.
At the bottom of the stairs, you peered through the front window at the rest of Jackson going about their day. Ordinarily, you would have been setting up for your first client, but youâd already cancelled them. You couldnât bring yourself to look into the treatment room, hadnât been in there since your table collapsed. The excitement of Maria delivering, the thrill of being somewhat useful, had allowed you to forget for a second that your vocation, the one thing that had got you into Jackson and probably saved your life in the process, was over. Without the table you were limited to straddling grumpy men in your kitchen, and that was a whole different job.
You glanced in at the living room, eyeing the coffee table suspiciously. You were running out of safe rooms in your house.
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You kept your eyes down at the mess hall, only glancing up once or twice to ensure that the coast was clear. You werenât surprised to see that Ray wasnât there, assuming that he was manning the radio with Simon trying to scout any danger for Marla and the crew. The expedition was expected to take several days, longer if the weather turned. There was no cause for alarm, no reason to assume anything was amiss. But you knew Ray, and that that wouldnât stop him.
Halfway through your porridge a tray dropped onto the table in front of you, and you startled, snapping your head up. You felt your stomach flip, the rolled oats no longer sitting comfortably beside the acid and bile in your stomach.
âMind if I sit?â Ellie asked, already settling into the chair. You shook your head, swallowing heavily.
âNo, course,â you said.
âYou looked lonely, you always look lonely.â
âYouâre very observant,â you said, not sure if this was truly a compliment.
âWe just got back to Jackson,â Ellie said, undeterred.
âSo I hear.â
âI think weâre staying for a while,â she went on largely without you. Her eyes had drifted to the middle distance, and you could see that she was thinking.
âAnd how do you feel about that?â you prompted. Her gaze shifted back to you, and she shook her head as if the thoughts were clinging to her clothes.
âIâve seen you around,â she said, and you got the feeling she was starting the conversation over again, to see if she could improve it a second time. You let her.
âYup,â you said.
âYou touch people,â she said simply, and you blinked, had no idea what to make of it.
âUmmâŠâ you started, and she interrupted you.
âDina says it helps people feel good,â Ellie continued, as did your concerns.
âWhat exactly did she day I do?â you desperately tried to clarify.
âYou rub people and they feel good.â
Nope. Not better.
âMassage,â you spat out abruptly, âitâs a kind of therapy, physical therapyâŠbut not like, itâs notâŠitâs good for your muscles, for your spine.â
âRight,â Ellie said, as if this was obvious, and you were very relieved to have got that sorted out at least.
âYou massaged Joel,â she went on, and you wondered how hard it would be to jam your butter knife into your eye socket and remove yourself from the conversation, if not the planet, completely. âHe told me it helped. Well he didnât tell me, but he was all angry and soreâŠmore than normalâŠthen Tommy made him see you and he was better after that. He was his normal grumpy self, not his sore grumpy self.â
âIâm happy to have helped,â you said. You had given up trying to predict where the conversation was going, and now you were just tagging along behind her.
âYou did help,â she said, leaning forward on her chair, up on her elbows on the table. âI want to help, too.â
âYouâŠdo?â
âYeah I thought I couldâŠI thought I was going to but, it didnâtâŠâ She looked around the room, flustered, and dipped her head lower to murmur underneath the sounds of the other tables. âI thought that I could help people one way, but it didnât work out, and I just want to see if thereâs anotherâŠfuck it actually, this is stupid.â
âNo, itâs not stupid,â you said, and you reached out to put your hand on her arm, but she pulled it back like you had burned her.
âYou probably think Iâm too young,â she said, rolling her eyes but also really seeming to mean it.
âI was your age who I started learning,â you said, and watched as her eyes lit up, finally rising back to meet yours.
âYou were?â she asked, and you nodded, grinning at her.
âI think so, yeah. I mean, how old are you, Ellie?â
Like a shot her smile dropped, and she slunk backwards and away from you, receding into the chair and appearing to you to deflate to half her size. âWhat, what did IâŠâ and then you realised, cursed yourself and your remaining three brain cells. She hadnât told you her name.
âWhoâs been talking about me?â she asked, so quietly you only just heard. You swallowed. You remembered what it was like to be a teenager, to be relentlessly comparing yourself to your peers, to the women in magazines and on tv, to be relentlessly self-conscious, to be convinced everyone is talking about you and also worse, that no one is.
âI asked Maria who you both were who you arrived,â you said, deciding it was safer to talk about Maria then it was to talk about Joel. âI saw how Tommy reacted to Joel, and to you, and I didnât understand what was happening so I asked.â
Ellie nodded, considering this, and you could see she had already worked out that it wasnât the whole truth, but you hoped it was enough truth that she didnât disappear on you.
âWhat did she say?â she asked, and you thought very hard and very fast to think of a good answer. You would have preferred a minefield.
âJust that you were Joelâs kind of adopted daughter and that youâd been out of town for a whileâŠand that she was super happy to have you back.â You prayed the last part would ring true in some way, that it would be enough to reassure her. âMaria cares about you a lot.â
âMaria doesnât know me,â Ellie replied. I donât trust that heâs not keeping her in the dark.
âShe doesnât need to, she just cares anyway,â you said, and you meant it.
A loud group of teenagers, slightly older than Ellie if you had to guess, pushed into the mess hall and you watched as she pulled away from you even further, taking up residence about three centimetres back from her own skin. Her eyes were hard, vacant. You had seen the same look on Joel, and you knew then that she was a quick learner.
âEllie-â you started, but she was pushing her chair back.
âNever mind,â she said over her shoulder as she hurried away.
â
The mood in the town shifted over the next few days. Neither Marla nor any of the other crew had radioed in since reaching the third checkpoint, and there had been heavy, low-hanging clouds threatening the mountains. You had wondered about going in to see Ray, but you werenât sure what you could say that would be any consolation. You worried, perhaps unfairly but also perhaps not, that you would say the wrong thing, that in your haphazard if well-intentioned way you would lose him, too. Instead, you stayed away.
You also avoided Joel. You felt the urge to keep a respectful distance, to try and pretend like it had never happened, like you hadnât grasped his shoulders and come harder than you had in literal decades. You werenât sure if you remembered ever having felt the way he had made you feel in an embarrassingly short period of time, but also you werenât sure what it meant, if anything. If this was just something that Joel did, how he kept himself busy at the end of the world. You didnât want to be his distraction, and you didnât want him to distract you, especially when you had so much to pointlessly worry about. Â
Youâd had boyfriends, one before outbreak day and two and a half in the years after. A lot of the time it was convenience, sometimes protection, but never passion. Youâd read that during times of national crisis birth rates skyrocket and youâd never been able to understand why. Nothing about a brain-obliterating fungus was all that attractive to you. You wondered if what had happened with Joel was just about you finally feeling safe. If it was less Joel and more Jackson. You felt better about things, if that were true. You hoped it was.
You took the short walk to Mariaâs, a tray of lasagne in your hands that youâd begged and borrowed at the mess to be able to make. There wasnât any oregano or basil, so you just got generous with the salt and hoped for the best. You thought about your mumâs cooking, which wasnât really all that great either. Her method was throwing Italian herb mix in to any pasta sauce in the hope that it would make it taste better than the sum of its parts. It rarely worked, but you couldnât blame a girl for trying.
You stood on Mariaâs porch, not sure if you should knock. You were worried about waking the baby, or waking Maria, or that the wrong Miller brother would be home. You worried that you wouldnât be welcome, that youâd done too much at the birth, that you had overstepped in some way that you werenât aware of but that would make it impossible for Maria to now be your friend.
Just as you were about to leave the lasagne on the front porch and make a break for it, the door swung open, and you were met with Tommyâs surprised face.
âUmm, hi,â you said, taking a step away from the doorstep without even noting. Tommy looked down at your hands, took the lasagne from you and put it gently on the console inside the door, then wrapped his arms tight around you and pushed all the air out of your lungs. You couldnât even gasp in surprise.
âYouâŠâ he said, and he trailed off, and you felt the warmth and the comfort of his arms, and you suddenly thought you might cry. You pulled away, fast.
âHow are they?â you asked, and Tommy beamed. Looking at him now, you realised he was absolutely exhausted, dark circles under his eyes.
âCome see,â he said, pulling you in and shutting the door behind you. You could hear humming, contented gurgling, and followed it into the lounge room. Maria was sitting up on the couch, son at her breast. She smiled when she saw you, and you looked down at the baby in her arms, and felt love physically enter your body.
âOh Maria,â you whispered, and she grinned back at you.
âI am so fucking tired,â she stage-whispered, and you had to try hard not to laugh too loud. His little fist was balled up and resting on her chest, and you could see the tiny thumbnail, purple and deep red, and it was too small and too precious for the world around it.
âI have to goâŠrun an errand,â Tommy said quietly from the doorway. âWill you two be OK?â
Maria waved him off.
âI ran off the other night before I asked you his name,â you said, coming to sit beside Maria so that she didnât have to turn her head to talk to you. She leant into your shoulder, and it was peaceful and warm and the kind of thing you do with a good friend, and you wondered if sheâd object to adopting you.
âWe were going to go with Joel Junior,â she said, and you wrinkled your nose.
âToo alliterative,â you said, and she nodded.
âAlso still not convinced about him,â she said, and you felt something shift in your belly.
âHe was good the other night, with Tommy.â
âHe saw a lot of me I never intended him to,â Maria said, and your heart sank. Should you have got rid of him? He was there for Tommy, you realised, not Maria. Should you have objected, said something? Had Maria been trying to telepathically tell you to do something, and you missed it? âItâs OK,â Maria said, sensing the way your body had tensed. âI wasnât really paying much attention to him, in fairness.â
âYou were kind of busy,â you agreed. You listened to the baby suckling quietly, little contented grunts coming from his throat. âSo, itâs not Joel Junior,â you prompted.
âRobin,â Maria said. âThere are so many here in Spring, and I love their little songs.â
You reached a hand out to cup his head in your palm. âThatâs perfect,â you said. For a long moment you just watched him, the peace of him, so wrapped up and warm and safe in the arms of his mother. You ached for your own for a second, before you pushed the thought away, told yourself this wasnât the time.
âIt feels different out there,â Maria said. âI can even tell, and I havenât left the house in days.â
âVibes arenât great,â you agreed.
âTommyâs worried, but he wonât tell me.â
âThe expedition is just taking longer than it should,â you said. âIf there was anything to tell Iâm sure he would.â
Maria regarded you for a long moment, and you realised she wanted more answers, but you had none to give her.
âHeâs like Joel, like his big brother,â Maria said eventually, and you felt heat up the back of your spine. âProtective,â she added. âTo the point of locking you out in the cold to save you from the monster under the bed.â
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You kind of wished Maria would stop dropping truth bombs on you, then leave you to work through the rubble on your own. You walked the long way back to your place, down behind the hall and past the lake, just to see if you could push her words out of your body through your feet.
It meant that you arrived back on your front step just as the sun was setting, and you were surprised to see the lights in your house on. You were sure you wouldnât have left them on in the daylight. You pushed the door open, trying to remember if youâd locked it. No one did in Jackson, but you liked to when you were going to bed, partly to believe that you could do anything that might prevent some kind of harm.
âHello?â you called down your hallway, thereby alerting any potential attackers to your exact whereabouts. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Jackson had definitely made you soft.
There were no weapons in your entry way. You considered whether taking your boots off and throwing them would cause enough of a head injury to get away, but it would be harder in your socks. In Chicago youâd kept a baseball bat beside the door, and used it only once.
âThat you?â you heard a voice call, and you paused. Were you âyouâ?
âMaybe?â you called back, and you heard two sets of laughs. One deep and huffy. Youâd recognise it anywhere. Your feet moved all by themselves.
Joel and Tommy were standing in your treatment room. The broken table was gone, and in its place a brand new, clearly custom made, massage table stood. Thin enough so that you didnât need to climb on top of it to rearrange the towels, and just the right shape to give a body a warm and safe place to rest.
Your hand flew to your mouth, and you felt tears pushing hot onto your cheeks. Tommy grinned at you while Joel watched, careful and reserved. You didnât have words, could barely wrap your head around what you were seeing.
âYou helped so well with Maria, kept her going when anyone else would have quit,â Tommy said, while you were trying hard to breathe. âYou did so good, so we wanted to say thank you.â
You let out a gasping, gulping, tearful laugh, nodding your head at him. âThatâs OK, youâre welcome,â you said, but you were laughing and crying simultaneously, so it was hard to know if youâd made any sense.
âIt was Joelâs idea,â Tommy said, smiling at his older brother, who promptly blushed and looked ready to murder him. âCome look,â Tommy said, extending a hand towards you and pulling you by the arm further into the room.
The massage table had built-in padding under a leather cover, that was attached to the wood with studs along the edges. The leather had clearly been something else in a past life, the stitching haphazard and criss-crossing over the base, but you would cover it with towels anyway. You pushed a hand out and pressed down on it, finding it delightfully spongey, and soft. You wanted to lean down and put your nose to it, inhale the leather, the warm sunshine on swatches of yellow and green fields. Inhale a different life, an older one long passed.
âAnd here, this is the headrest,â Tommy said, continuing his tour. âIt sits in its own little track carved in here, see? So you can remove it or slot it back into place. Maria said thatâs what the proper tables used to have, so you could lie face down.â
You nodded, confirming that this was indeed true. You reached out and put your hands on it, let your fingers reach underneath to feel the joins in the wood. They were smooth, carefully crafted. You knew they were Joelâs, carried his strong but gentle touch, his precision, his care.
You gazed at him, completely blindsided by the craftmanship and the generosity. The moment hung in the air, the two of you watching each other. You wanted to tuck your head under his chin and cry into his chest, wanted to rip his shirt off him and shred it with your teeth so he could never wear anything ever again, wanted to hold his face in your hands and keep it, not let the moment pass, let your hands on his skin secure the warmth there, hold the look on his face, for eternity.
âI should head back,â Tommy said, and you pivoted immediately towards him and threw your arms around his neck. He laughed, wrapping his arms around you. âNow weâre square,â he said, and you gurgled your acceptance.
After he left, you worried Joel would go, too. Worried that all of this had been obligation, had been at Tommyâs insistence, had been a way of winning Maria over. Worried at how badly you wanted him to stay, worried that it wasnât just Jackson but that it was him, that it was always going to be him, and that right now every nerve ending was on fucking fire just because he was looking at you. You waited for him to grunt or nod at you and turn his back, but he stayed standing, his brows knitted together, one hand on his hip.
âItâs beautiful,â you said, because the tension was starting to mount now that Tommy had gone, and if he kept looking at you like that you were going to combust. Your voice wobbled, and you swallowed glue and razor blades to try and steady it. âWhere did you get the leather?â
âFound an old couch lying around, no bother,â he said. His voice was low, like he thought you were going to run from the room, but in that moment you didnât trust your legs. You nodded your head because words were failing you, but then suddenly you had too many of them, and they were all going to come out right now, all at once.
âIts just that the massage table, I know itâs sillyâŠbut it was what I used to do before outbreak day, and it was kind of who I am or maybe I just think of it as that, but I just worry that if I donât have anything to offer no one will keep me.â
Jackson. Youâd meant to say you were worried they wouldnât let you stay in Jackson. But that wasnât at all what youâd said.
Joel took two steps forward, grabbing your face and rubbing at the tracks of tears on your cheek with one hand, the other snaking behind you to hold your back. You gasped, staring up into his brown eyes, the salt and pepper of his beard, the lower lip you wanted to nip with your teeth. You waited for him to say something, anything, but holding you was also enough. Under his patient gaze your breath slowed, you stopped feeling your heart thundering in your chest, felt your shoulders drop.
âJoelâŠâ you whispered, and he was on you then, head dipping down to bite at the skin behind your ear, hand roaming over your hips to cup your bottom, grind you into him, where you felt him hard and heavy against your core.
âLet me-â he started, but you stopped him, gripping him by the shoulder and pulling away.
âNo, let me,â you said, suddenly bold under his wanting touch. âTableâs fixed now, so thereâs no excuses.â
He cocked and eyebrow, blinking at you. âYou want me on that?â
âWhatâs the matter, donât trust your craftmanship?â
âBaby, a massage isnât exactly what I-â
âDown to your boxers and face in the hole,â you said, grabbing a towel from a nearby stack and putting it down on the leather.
âYou could at least help,â he said, grumpy again, and you grinned happily at him.
âIâll step out and let you get ready,â you said, in full-blown professional mode, just to fuck with him. He sighed, but he did as he was told, and you really fucking liked it, actually.
Once he was on the table you draped him, making sure he was comfortable. You rubbed your hands together to make them warm, then poured some cooking oil â the best substitute youâd found so far even if it did make the residents of Jackson smell like fried chicken â into your hands.
âThis might be cold, Iâm sorry,â you warned, and Joel grunted. You were glad he was face down so you didnât have to see the expression on his face.
You started with his left leg, draping the towel over his hip and tucking it between his thighs. Straight away you could feel the tension there, the tightness of the calf, the hamstring ready to snap. You ran your hands in a vee-shape, thumbs tucked one over the other, up the back of his leg, stopping just below his glute, which you briefly considered leaning over and sinking your teeth into.
Joelâs skin was soft, and unbelievably hot to the touch, and you had to try hard to focus on what your hands were doing so that you could ignore the little whimpers, the little gasps, as you found and massaged away a knot. You ran your hands up the outside of his thighs, felt the muscles jump and tremor under you, dug your fingers into his hip flexors and heard him exhale, an almost sigh, as they released.
You got into trouble when you got to his back. You were aware of the fact that you were soaking your panties, worried that he would smell your arousal, worried that if he kept making noises like that you were going to drown yourself. You worked hard to keep your breath steady, remembered your lessons and imagined dousing yourself in freezing cold water, jumping from your back porch into the frozen lake below Jackson, hoping that might give you some relief.
The wide planes of his skin were marred by scars, by shadows of pain and hurt and memory. He carried a scar, an old one, on his right side, a graze that looked like a bullet, that you decided to ignore. As you pushed hard along his spine he grunted, the muscle seizing under your touch, and you worked against it, kneading at them like dough, lifting the fascia and breaking it down, working the adhesions, until it was buttery and smooth. You focused on Joelâs breath, saw the way his chest expanded as he inhaled, felt the enormous man, so scary and so gruff, so mean and so soft on the inside, gradually give in to you. You felt him relax, the tension leaving his shoulders as you worked them, careful to release the deltoid, to ease off the trapezius now that you could finally get at it properly.
You were tempted to leave him there, relaxed for maybe the first time in years, but you roused him, rolled him onto his back, put a folded-up towel under his head and another over his eyes to protect them from the light. With his face covered you could take your inventory of him. The scar on his right side, jagged and angry and new, the reason heâd been favouring it finally clear to you. The soft smattering of chest hair leading down to a light trail on his pelvis. The towel covering him, but not enough to hide the fact that he was hard, that he had tried to tuck his cock into the waistband of his underwear but that it was too thick, too long to stay fully hidden.
You moved up to his head, to his salt and pepper hair, and carded your hands through it, lifting his head and holding it in your fingertips. You watched as his eyebrows knitted together again, unsure, but then releasing, his mouth dropping open, as you heard his breath, ragged, escaping through his teeth.
âLet me take care of you, baby,â you whispered to him, right above his ear, mimicking what he had said to you on the coffee table, what had made you instantly wet and aching. You gazed down his body at the way his cock jumped. âLet me take care of this body.â
You let your fingers dig in a little to his scalp, a quiet little moan escaping him, the covering over his eyes giving him a sense of privacy as you unravelled him. You wanted to lean down and suck his bottom lip into yours, wanted to climb on top of him and sink your pussy onto his Roman nose. Wanted to come on his face and his fingers, wanted him to splash his come onto your chest.
âThis body that protects us,â you whispered, leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead, on his cheek beneath the towel. Putting his head back down and moving to massage his left arm, lifting it by the wrist and rubbing your hands over his bicep and onto his chest. He glistened, the oil mixing with his sweat under the overhead light, and you couldnât stop yourself, then, couldnât help but to bend and place a kiss on his clavicle, licking up to nip at his neck. You felt him shiver, a soft whimper escaping with his breath. You moved your hand from his wrist to his palm, held his hand with yours.
âThis body that serves us all so well,â you said. âLet me take care of this body.â
He gasped when you kissed his belly button, licking and nipping down his happy trail to where his cock was now straining hard against the towel. You pushed it away, taking his cock out of his underwear and pulling them down on his hips, so that you got your first proper look at him.
As you expected he was thick, the veins on the underside pulsing, straining against his want for you. The head was so red it was almost purple, and you wondered how long it had been since a woman touched him like this, since heâd been touched at all. His hand grasped yours, the other fisting the towel underneath him.
When you slipped him into your mouth, inviting him into you, he groaned, grunted obscenities flowing from him. His cock was hot on your tongue, salty as he dripped pre-come into your throat. You kept your eyes on his face, his still covered, as his stomach rippled and his body tremored underneath you. With your other hand you steadied him, reaching up and holding the shaft while you bobbed, sucking hard on the head. You took a second to breathe, leaving little kitten licks on his frenulum, feeling his free hand let go of the towel and grip you by the hair.
âFuck, babyâ he grunted, his hips thrusting, pumping up into the air.
âSo strong, Joel,â you said, before reattaching your mouth to him. He threw his head back, and you considered the irony of him breaking the brand-new table heâd built just for you by coming so hard he splintered the wood beneath him. His body was quaking, his hips bucking up into your wet, warm mouth and it was everything you had dared imagine it would be, right down to his gasping encouragement, down to his needy little whimpers that turned into moans of outright pleasure, of the feeling hot and electric right down to his toes.
âJesus, youâre gonna make meâŠâ he gasped, and you looked up at him, the towel having fallen from his eyes and him staring down at you between his legs, his hand on the back of your neck gentle and guiding, supporting the muscles as you worked him. You kept your eyes on his and your mouth on his cock as he shook, hips rolling, rutting against your pumping hand.
You slipped him from your mouth. âJust let go, baby. I got you,â you said, covering him again as he did just that, shooting ropes of hot salt and desire across your tongue, holding your hand, groaning at the relief of it, at the release, and in that moment you had him, in that moment he was yours, gasping for breath and so soft and languid, looking down his body at you in awe and in wanting, sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat.
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âMissy to spymaster doesnât make senseâ
âMissy was good, spymaster is bad, it doesnât make sense , how did that happen? â
Oh letâs delve into this
-missyâs redemption was never to do with being good or evil, she decided it was time to stand with the doctor, for the fun,for the chaos, to battle the loneliness of being a pretty much immortal being. Her previous selves did not get that cause they were younger. Thereâs also an entanglement of âif Iâm like doctor,heâll like me againâ, years in that box waiting for the day theyâll be friends again.
-the lumiat is all the good in Missy magnified but thereâs still the obsession, the manipulative nature , all surrounding the doctor. âBeing on the ârightâ side, the good I did canât count for nothing or I wasted my timeâ. The lumiat is probably the most aware the master is ever gonna get about being in love with the doctor.
-the lumiat has a painful regeneration into the spymaster , spymaster canât trust himself but still feels a loyalty to the doctor, where does he go ? Home of course. Then he finds out , the person that he thought he knew better than himself has had entires lives without him. The master is known as the doctors friend, ex and enemy but the truth is there might be people out there that knows the doctor better than he does. How dare the timelords lie? How dare the doctor be so much âmoreâ than him? The millennia of inferiority, jealousy and attachment implodes. Spydocs dynamic is typical thoschei at their core âI fucking hate ur soul but Iâm obsessed with you at the same timeâ.
-missyâs âredemptionâ isnât pointless tho, it shows the master is capable of siding with the doctor but after finding out they donât truly know the doctor as intimately as they previously thought , they fall back into whatâs comfortable , hating the fuck out of the doctor.
-spymaster also views morality as a disease (power of the doctor scripts I love you) âyour afflicted by morality yaz, i blame herâ the master viewing morality as disease speaks to how they view their 2 last regens (missy, lumiat) and the self hatred that ultimately leads them to wanting to become the doctor. [chibnall Iâm in ur walls for the stuff you cut out of POTD].
-why didnât the master just regen into 13s image or pretend they are the doctor. BABES THEY ARE A DELUSIONAL OBSESSED EX. Thereâs no logic , they want to be as close to the doctor as they can. Also do you sincerely think the doctor would have stayed dead? The loser (affectionate) would have brought her back after 3 months.
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I saw in a panel one time that when Dick revealed his identity to the other Fab Five, Batman happened to catch him right in the middle of it and confronted him about it
Though of course Dick stood his ground verbally, stating his trust in them after what theyâve been through.
You think that mightâve played into the long arc of Bruce and Dick having differences between them emerge as Dick grew older and more distant from being that chipper partner Bruce could have by his side?
The Titans (1999) Issue #42
The Titans love Dick's independence but Bruce hates it.
I think you're mostly right but I think it's not so much of differences as it is freedom and self-governing.
Nightwing (1996) Issue #134
The thing about Dick's robin, Dick has always been a little too good to just be Batman's sidekick. Too good at fighting, too good at detectiving, too good at being an equal, a partner.
Batman/Scarecrow Issue #1
He can read Bruce's mind like he's eating candy. He's used to Bruce letting him do whatever he wants, but now all of a sudden, Bruce is telling him what to do and what he can't do. It's getting on Dick's nerves that one second he had all the freedom in the world and now Bruce thinks he can't do what he's so used to.
Dick think Bruce's sudden distrust in him is because he thinks Dick can't keep up or that he's doubting his skills somehow. So he starts acting out. What he doesn't understand is Bruce isn't doubting his competence, he's being protective. After a decade Bruce has finally realized that it's too dangerous for a child to be going around doing the things he has been doing, so it's not a reflection of Dick's abilities, but increased self-awareness and responsibility that Bruce has gained.
And this is what causes the friction.
The resolution of Dick's earlier conflict is this-
Nightwing (1996) Issue #135
Dick is fully capable of holding his own, of solving his own mysteries, and fighting his own cases. But Bruce believes that because he's too young to be at that level. So Dick sets an ultimatum. While Dick was looking forward to it like a kid waiting for his 18th birthday, Bruce was counting down the days like Doomsday Clock, dreading the moment. At finally when it was time, he made his move first because it's easier to fault the other person always.
It's not their differences really that caused them to fall apart. Their difference is what caused Bruce to love him. He loved that Dick was such a joyful, energetic, and eager child. It fear that turned into protectiveness that turned into control which soured their later relationships.
While Dick may have been excited and ready about becoming his own hero, Bruce ruined the moment because he didn't want to let go. That's partly why I think their later years were so tumultuous. They both knew what was coming, they just had different ideas of it.
He was mad that Dick ran away the first time, so how do you think he's going to react with the knowledge that Dick is going to officially leave him? Hence the firing.
You know in hindsight, this is probably another reason why Bruce will forever hate the Titans. He probably thinks they're the reason Dick's turned away from him and he hates that.
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Payback
Kinktober 2023 Temperature Play
âShit.â You cursed nearly crawling backwards up the bed.Â
Gale chuckled even as he clamped his knees around your hips to keep you in place. He kept up his work, trailing a rapidly melting chunk of ice around one of your nipples. Slowly, he worked it towards the other nipple, a cool rivet of water trailing down your stomach. You squirmed, not really to get away but rather an unconscious reaction.Â
Gale was sitting across your hips and thighs, knees pressed into your hips to keep you in place. Your hands were gripping his thighs so tightly you knew heâd probably bruise, but Gale wasnât complaining. He swirled the chunk around your other nipple, already hard, not touching it just yet. Then, feather-light, it skated across the tip. Same reaction: you swore, and your back arched, causing the rivulet of water to trail off your side.Â
This time, almost immediately, Gale ducked down his head, pulling your taut nipple into his mouth. You whimpered, the warmth of his mouth feeling positively burning against your frozen skin. The burning sensation was just this side of painful, as was the feeling of the ice trailing back the way it had come.Â
His tongue flicked over your nipple drawing another moan out of you, one that transformed into a cry as he wasted no time in drawing the ice across the other one. Your body wasnât sure what it wanted to do: draw yourself up into the heat of Galeâs mouth or shy away from the ice. So instead you were left squirming beneath him finding no relief.Â
âHaving fun yet?â Gale teased as he pulled off of you with a pop.Â
You didnât have time to answer before he turned his attention back to the other side, repeating the same motions. This was payback, a punishment, torture⊠something. It was winter and maybe your hands were often cold. And maybe you took great delight in worming your frigid fingers beneath the collars or up the backs of Galeâs shirts. When he was focused on something, he startled, often yelping in a less than dignified manner.Â
And maybe you spent a little too long laughing about it that you hadnât noticed the promise of retaliation. After all, Gale was capable of easily conjuring up ice even in the warmth of your bedroom.Â
Which was how you found yourself pinned beneath your wizard as he trailed ice across your skin.Â
He was switching back and forth more quickly now, your moans drawn out into constant whimpers as he did. Perhaps worse than the constant temperature fluctuations against your nipples was how Gale was restraining you. In this position, you couldnât find any relief against your aching core. Even your thighs were pinned together making you ever aware of growing wetness between them.Â
You kept your fingers digging into the tops of his thighs.Â
You hadnât realized your eyes had fallen shut until he placed a kiss against your lids, lips slightly chilled from chasing after the ice. You blinked them open to see Gale watching you carefully, the entire ice chunk had melted.Â
âGood?â He asked.Â
You nodded, âIâd be better if someone were between my legs,â you said after a beat.Â
Gale laughed, loudly, his head thrown back. You couldnât help but smile.Â
âI live to serve,â he said with a smirked. You shivered again.Â
He readjusted himself so he was kneeling between your spread legs. Softly he pressed a kiss to your sternum before trailing several more kisses down to your naval. You gasped when he swirled his tongue into it, not having realized some of the melted water had pooled there. After a second he continued his trail downwards.Â
You almost didnât hear the incantation. Whining you tried to pull your legs together but Gale moved quicker, laying his forearms across your thighs, trapping them open. Even though you could feel the warm puff of air on your skin, it was a new ice chunk that pressed between your folds first.Â
âFuck,â you swore, hands flying down to thread through Galeâs hair.Â
You cursed again when you realized he was holding the ice in his mouth. He rubbed it gently up and down, tracing a cold path from your entrance to your clit. He held it against your clit even as you cried out and writhed against him. The melt was running down and pooling onto the sheets beneath you but really you werenât sure anymore what was water and what was arousal.Â
The ice chunk was dropped from Galeâs mouth after a few more passes but when he pressed his mouth against you his tongue was still frigid. You whimpered louder, tugging at his hair, once against being denied the relief of warmth.Â
You felt Gale huff, amused, against your core.Â
He set to work licking and sucking at your clit, the temperature gradually rising. You tried tilting your hips up to encourage his movements, except every time you did the melt water would run down to your lower back. Unconsciously, you began rocking against him, fingers gripped in Galeâs hair, keeping him there.Â
If anything his moans encouraged you.Â
Unexpectedly, the (much smaller) ice chunk reappeared, one of Gale's hands guiding it into your entrance. You came without warning, violently. Thighs clamping unable to keep from riding against his tongue and fingers which continued pressing the ice further into you.Â
Once your legs relaxed enough for Gale to move again, he sat up and leaned back over you. Fingers still tangled in his hair, you pulled him to you for a kiss. He returned the kiss happily, tongue stroking its way into your mouth much the way it had just been between your legs.Â
Gale pressed his cock into you then, a low hiss spilling from his mouth. The ice was likely all gone, but the near frigid water that was pooling inside you hadnât warmed completely yet. He wasnât deterred. With the first thrust, you felt the water rush back out of you, displaced.Â
Finally, you untangled your hands from his hair, moving them to grip his arms as he began thrusting into you. Your breasts bounced, nipples still hard ghosting against the warmth of Galeâs chest. Overwhelmed you whimpered, trying to pull him flush against you, but he wouldnât allow it. You tried not to squirm, but eventually you did, body both trying to flee the sensation and pull it closer.Â
Gale pulled out of you completely and sat back onto his knees. âYouâre making this difficult,â he said.Â
Before you could answer, before you could apologize, he grabbed your hips and flipped you. Before you could even think to do it yourself, Gale pulled your hips up until you were kneeling. Immediately, he was pressing back inside you. This new position was a relief, finally able to press most of your body against the mattress.Â
âGood girl,â Gale rewarded as he was finally able to find a rhythm with his hips.Â
Reaching down beneath you, your fingers found your clit. You almost cried at your luck, they were cold again. You couldnât care now though, you could feel another orgasm building. Galeâs thrusts became sloppy, and his grip on your hips grew tighter.Â
He got there first, spilling into you with a moan. You followed not far behind, cunt fluttering around his cock.Â
âI have a warm bath ready,â Gale whispered a few minutes later as he laid over your bath, gently stroking your hair.Â
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More Than Enough
(Tommy Shelby One Shot)
As some of you will know if youâve seen any of my posts, Iâve not had any motivation to write and have really felt my inspiration dwindling on a daily basis. I had a little bit of that motivation come back to me this evening so I thought Iâd use it to write this short one shot. It was quite hard to write as I feel like my self belief is at a low right now so I was questioning myself a lot when writing it but fuck it, Iâve finally completed a WIP after weeks of not writing, I hope you enjoy!
Day had slowly turned into night in what had felt like only a matter of minutes in your bedroom, the only light now coming from the fireplace and a lamp that was lit on your desk. The comfort of the fire warmed you as the air grew cold.
Piles of invitations were laid upon the wooden surface with various addresses to the wealthiest people within England and Scotland. This charity ball had better get you a lot of fucking money after all the time youâd put into it, not to mention the cramp that was now very apparent in your fingers.
âCome to bed love, itâs getting lateâ, Tommy whispered against your shoulder before moving the strap of your nightie to the side and gently laying a kiss on your bare skin.
âI will my love, Iâve just got a fewâŠâ, you began, getting cut off swiftly by an exasperated sigh from your husband that caught you off guard.
âY/N, youâve been at this for hours, you need to get some rest. I would also like to spend some time with my wife. Please, come to bedâ
You turned to look at him standing there in just his boxer shorts, a look of pleading in his expression. Those eyes of blue almost boring right through you, making you melt like they had the first day youâd made contact with them.
You sighed feeling guilty, âI know, Tom. But if I donât do it then who the fuck will? Theyâre meant to be delivered to everyone tomorrow and I feel like if theyâre not perfect then Iâll be judged even more than I already amâ
A wave of insecurity swept over you unexpectedly. Fuck you hated that feeling, never feeling like the life youâd married into was something you deserved. The money, the big house, the handsome gangster husband. None of it.
âWho do you think is judging you, the people invited?â, his eyebrow raised as he took a step toward you, kneeling at your side, âdonât take any notice of what they say, theyâre all twats in expensive suitsâ
You nodded your head and averted his gaze, instead choosing to pick a spot on the floor to focus on.
âI know what they say, Tom. âWhatâs a girl like that doing with a man like him? A former peasant girl who used to have to beg for scraps on the street? Sheâs probably only with him for the money! Oh, and the maids too, they do everything for herââ
âWho have you heard say that? You tell me and Iâll send Arthur round to have a chat with them, no one talks about my wife like that!â
He stood with his fists balled at his sides, his knuckles white from the tension. Grabbing his arm you pulled yourself up and squeezed him gently, his muscles tight under your grip.
âNo! Please donât, itâs not a big dealâ, you used your free hand to bring his face towards yours, âAll Iâm saying is Iâm well aware that they donât think highly of me. I just want to show them Iâm no longer that peasant girl who had to beg for food and money, that Iâm capable of organising a charity event and doing as much for it on my own as I can without the help of staff or other influences. I want them to know I work hard, Tomâ
He hadnât taken his eyes off you the whole time youâd been speaking, too fixated on every word you were saying. He brought his hands up to either side of your face and cupped your cheeks.
âYou work harder than any of those fuckers that are invited, the only reason theyâre on the guest list is cause they have money, and lots of it. They donât have a clue what shit you went through to end up on the streets or how we met, which if I remember rightly wasnât when you were still having to sleep in the gutters. They donât know fuck all about anything, none of them doâ, he said, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.
Bringing your hands up you held onto either one of his wrists, your thumb on the back of his hand.
âI know love, I just want to show Iâm enough. Enough to be deserving of this life weâve built. Enough to be with you when there are so many other beautiful women out there who would drop their knickers for you with just a snap of your fingersâ
He chuckled then before his expression turned soft, moving his face closer to yours, hands still cupping your cheeks.
âDarling, youâre more than enough. You always have beenâ
His lips connected with yours in a soft swoop, holding themselves there for a while before curving up into a smile.
You smiled back feeling a rush of warmth in your chest, the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach making themselves known.
âNow câmon, bedâ
This time you didnât have a choice in the matter as he swiftly swept you up into his arms and carried you towards the bed. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours, the signature smell of whiskey and cigarettes moving to your nose.
Placing you down onto the bed he knelt over you and kissed you again, this time with more passion.
âI think itâs time I show you just how wrong those people are, how itâs really me who is unworthy to be with you, Mrs. Shelbyâ
The firelight continued to flicker, casting shadows around the room, the plans of finishing the invitations now well and truly gone.
Right here in this very moment, in your big expensive house, on the expensive Egyptian cotton bedding beneath you on your expensive four poster bed, the only thing that mattered was that the love of your life truly believed that you had always been enough, no matter what.
ââââ
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Pegging - GeorgeNotFound X Reader
MDNI || KINKTOBER
Word Count: 830
Pairing: George x fem!Reader
Summary: George wants to change up your bedroom routine, and you can't say it's a horrible idea...
Warnings: NSFW, Pegging (obviously)
Authorâs Note: Kinktober continues to go strong!
Requests are open! || masterlist || kinktober m.list
It was a bit of a surprise to you when he brought it up honestly. You and your boyfriend had been going out for some time now, so the topic of sex was not something new. However, when George mentioned he'd like to try something new, you would have never guessed it would result in going sex toy shopping for a strap on.
Not to say you weren't absolutely excited, but you were still just kind of taken aback by the request, and who were you to deny it when he seemed like it was on his mind for a while now. Honestly, you were probably just as excited as he was.
You let him pick out the strap on and everything, just to give him more control over the situation, which he did so happily.
It started the way most of your intimate moments started, the only difference being who was "in charge."
You straddled his lap as you pushed him back against the bed.
It started the same way most of your intimate moments started, lots of kissing and small touches to each other. Clinging to each other and wanting to be in each other's space. Honestly you adored it.
Clothes had been discarded to the floor forever ago, without a care in the world. As you kissed his lips, your hand found it's way down, your finger beginning to tease his hole, causing him to whine a little at the sudden attention.
His hips jerked a little as your other hand grabbed his thigh while your finger continued to press against him. You grabbed the lube from beside the bed and used a generous amount of it, your finger starting to slide into him easily. You went slow, allowing him plenty of time to adjust.
You started to fuck him with just a single finger, loving the way it got him riled up already, and you'd barely done anything to him.
When you introduced a second finger, you thought he was gonna cum right then and there. Your fingers scissored him open, hardly reaching where he wanted it most.
By the time you entered a third finger, thrusting them in and out of him, he was already a babbling mess.
You pulled your hand away from him, causing him to whine loudly at the loss of pleasure.
"Calm down, baby, I've got something so much better for you," You reminded him.
You got off the bed momentarily to put on the strap-on.
It looked a lot bigger when it was actually on you, George thought so, anyway.
"Mm, please, fuck me," He begged at just the mere sight of you. You smirked as you lubed up the toy, lining yourself up with him.
"You're gonna be so good for me, hm?" You asked him, as you began to push into him slowly.
His noises became much higher pitched as you entered him.
"Ngh- Gonna be so good for you..." He whimpered.
You stopped to let him adjust when you finally bottomed out, waiting for him to give you an okay.
When he nodded his head at you, you began to rock your hips into him. Every small movement tore a noise from his throat. Some of them, you weren't even aware he was capable of making.
You mumbled out praises as you started to speed up, telling him how good of a job he's doing, taking all of you in.
"Faster, please, fuck, need it so bad," He begged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
If only you could take a picture of him like this, to remember this moment for forever.
You gave in to what he begged of you, how could you not?
You sped up, eventually finding his prostate.
"Fuck- Ah, there! Ohmygod-" He cried, being so overwhelmed and over taken by his pleasure. You could tell he was getting close.
His hand moved to his dick, beginning to stroke himself at the same pace as your thrusts. His head tilted back into the mattress as his eyes were squeezed shut. He had become so entirely lost in his pleasure and you loved being able to watch it overtake his body.
"Come on, baby, come for me," You tell him, continuing to fuck into him at that same fast pace.
Any words that attempted to leave his mouth never came out correctly. They were just strewn out words and sentences, never making any sense.
He finally came when you hit that spot inside of him just right. Spurts of cum fell over his hand and onto his stomach. You slowed down, fucking him through his high before pulling out of him.
His breathing slowly returned to normal as you took the strap-on off, getting comfortable enough to cuddle into him.
"So?" You asked him.
"So, I wish we would have done that sooner," He said, offering a tired laugh.
You smiled and kissed his cheek, watching as he drifted off to sleep.
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FANTOCCIO FACTS POST (from screenshots i found in my own interests server)
- His name is italian for puppet, but he pronounces it incorrectly and insists itâs the correct way to say his name if anyone else points it out and says heâs wrong.
- Heâs not from Italy, obviously. Goes to show. But Ash imagines he knows a bit of italian. (âNot enough Italian to say his name right.â - Katie.)
- Fantoccio has a pet shark named Sharkspeare! Mentioned in the song at the line ââCause Sharkspeareâs looking mean!â
- Fantoccio has to make all his own props, set pieces, clothes, etc in the theatre.
- Would never smoke, and would hate being around it/people whoâre doing it actively.
- Fantoccio was made by Ash as a fan OC for the game, and this (as far as Iâm aware) is what got them hired onto the game, cause Katie loved their ideas so much.
- Fantoccio is not very good with kids.
- Fantoccioâs favorite food is churros. This came from the fact Ash once had a dream about him infodumping about them cause he loved them so much, so they made it canon.
- Donât worry, he can indeed taste things normally. No traditional taste buds, but some, nonetheless. Same goes for touch!
- Fantoccio is canonically autistic, having many traits of himself heavily projected from Ash, themself.
- When asked what his meltdown triggers could be, Ash thought that some might be: too much touching, being without his hat, or one of his props breaking.
- Fantoccio likes wearing dresses! Wears them if he feels like it or if the role calls for it, during a play.
- Ash thinks heâd ADORE snow.
- Fantoccio would 100% love spicy italian from subway.
- Fantoccio plays violin!
- Fantoccio would chant âIâm sleepingâ when struggling to fall asleep, like his own version of counting sheep.
- He would NEVER say the Earth is flat.
- Heâd be the âHow do you do thatâ of that one keysmash meme, if paired with Barnaby.
- Ash once said that Fantoccio is like Duck from Donât Hug Me Iâm Scared.
- When doing a personality type test (and actually answering truthfully instead of in character) for Fantoccio, he ended up with ENTJ-T, Commander. Fanto would answer untruthfully on some questions, like if he ever gets insecure (âPFFFT NO THE ANSWERS NOâ).
- He can go uwu in the bbu lore, but heâll hate it. (âTHIS IS STUPID!!!â)
- Fantoccio would apparently be a âmac and cheese FIEND.â
- Heâd hate pranks (specifically a hand zapper in this case), because theyâre unexpected. (âNEVER DO THAT AGAINâ)
- This also means heâd never troll anyone, cause he feels above that.
- Fanto would HATE hearing people crack their knuckles, like Ash does.
- Fantoccio loves to carve wood. Specifically only by hand, thatâs how much he loves it! He carved the two giant wooden hands used in his battle, but his favorite thing to carve is ducks.
- Fantoccio is very intent on ONLY eating the few foods he knows he likes.
- If he were an ice cream, heâd be coffee flavor! Which is ironic, because Ash has also said that itâd probably be terrible to give Fantoccio caffeine.
- Fantoccio would LOVE chicken nuggets.
- Hates pizza, though. Too greasy and messy.
- Would enjoy having an ipad âa little too much. He would be super confused at first but once he learns how to use it DO NOT TAKE IT AWAYâ. (kinda like Peridot from Steven Universe)
- He would like spruce wood in Minecraft, but also acacia âjust to look at.â
- Ash adores pirates, so so does Fantoccio!
- He has no nose, so no sneezes!
- Appreciates detail as much as Barnaby does.
- Fanto would love birds!
- Fanto is not capable of curse words. Sad.
- Fantoccio would COLLAPSE trying to lift someone without his powers.
- He stims by patting his face and spinning around. Fidgets with his hands in concepts for his standing idle animations, because heâs uncomfortable with standing and prefers floating.
- Heâd favor Murder Mystery!
- His wood is alive and can grow like a real boy! (if youâve seen my post being reblogged around, lol)
- He lives in the lost city of magic, which is abandoned and overrun my magical zombies who used to be magic users, now with a terrible curse. So he lives mainly in his theatre. Heâs not trapped, anymore, like his old story!
- Fantoccioâs powers are based around telekinesis and teleportation. Itâs how he moves his body around!
- He used to have a plush toy rabbit he carried around, when he was younger, seemingly. Itâs unclear where that went, when he got older.
- Fantoccioâs been locked up in this city for 15 years, since he was 8. Completely isolated (save for those zombies, I suppose)! When Billie comes along, though, heâs so excited to have something new to play with!
- Fantoâs song is inspired by Weird Al. Like 90% of this game is, of course /lh. He was also inspired by the pied piper!
- Heâd dislike the idea of seafood. (âHeâd be like âWhy would anyone want to eat a fish?!â And cover Sharkspeareâs nonexistent ears like âDonât listen to them!ââ)
- The red feather in his hat is also used as a pen!
- Fantoccio is a being of pure magic, having an entire magic gem be his whole life source. This means he can use magic endlessly without getting tired (I believe)!
- Fantoccio is 23, he/him, and pansexual.
- His face is made using magic. It disappears when/if heâs magic-less.
- Fantoccio can absolutely feel pain.
- When it comes to nature, Ash said heâd kinda be like Rarity from MLP:FiM, but certain kinds of nature heâd still really love. Heâd really dislike walking through the wild or camping in general, but loves things like snow or flower fields. Just depends!
- Fantoccio would main Bowser in Mario Kart.
-In terms of favorite Halloween treats, Fantoccio would like anything chewy and fruity (no chocolate)!
- Canonically wears eyeliner.
- Magic sparks from his fingertips when heâs very excited!
- If Fantoccio was an animal, Ash says heâd be a cat.
- No traditional gross human stuff inside him like others, just wood and sap. âWhatever trees do.â
- His original concept by Ash was him having a purple phantom head, being a ghost in a puppetâs body. This was changed by Katie, I believe.
(feel free to add on if I missed anything! iâll edit this post if i randomly remember something)
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Okay letâs talk about Murder Drones.
SPOILERS FOR EP 7 LIKE A LOT LIKE ALL OF IT. MURDER DRONES SPOILERS HERE
Letâs start with the stuff I was right about.
Damn you tumblr and your limited image count
Tessa is Cyn/Absolute Solver:
I should not have been as happy about that scene as I was but I felt vindicated. Amongst my friend group everyone was thinking Tessa was the last human or working with Cyn/AS. Not me! I knew that little freak was in there and Iâm so happy I was right. I also noticed that when Tessa is scanned she is never registered as a human.
(In order: Doll, Uzi, The Sentinel)
Also she is just dismissive and rude to her supposed âfriendsâ. She tells Uzi not to date âher robotâ, blindly thought V and N would just follow her despite the âcompanyâ stranding them and of course orders J to mind her ship. Not to mention telling Uzi to wait in the box while her and N take care of everything else.
Someone else mentioned that Tessa despite being way older now should be as tall as her mother was but yet she is still the same height as N and can lift him. Disassembly Bots are a lot heavier than Worker Drones.
Edit: Tessa also understands Doll. It makes sense of the Drones too but Tessa (possibly American with a British accent cause her parents are posh posers) Elliot probably doesnât know Russian.
Cyn made the Disassembly Drones:
Nori straight up confirms this so not surprised. Ep5 showed Cyn/AS was capable of resetting them in the mansion. Also in the first episode when N is restarted first by Uzi and then J, it showed that the system admin is Cyn and not JCJensen. We see it briefly in Ep5 before Uzi becomes the System Admin. This is also shown when Cyn/AS tries to reboot N by bringing back his memories but canât.
This also leads me to think that their memories are erased from planet to planet. We know that there are plenty of disassembly bots but only J, N and V remain. I do think it would be a stretch to say that every bot is just a clone of these three. My point is, they have destroyed other planets. J and N may not be as aware as V is but this has taken a toll on all of them. My main reasoning behind this is that in Nâs flashback we see a world about to be destroyed. Drones and humans are being slaughtered. I think Cyn/AS sends bots to the world and when the world implodes she just reboots them to a new server body. We know that âeffective drones were cloned moreâ. Makes V statement more accurate, Cyn/AS will keep doing the same horrors in as many bodies as she needs to get what she wants.
Onto the other stuff now.
Absolute Solver = Vampirism
The disassembly drones have always had the allusion to vampires (N sleeps upside down, canât be in the sun, need for oil, etc). I didnt think it would take a somewhat literal aspect. So we know that Absolute Solver program can create organic material but we didnât question the how. When I posted yesterday about the oil vs ânot oilâ, after rewatching it on my TV I can confidently say, Itâs not oil. Itâs blood.
So Solver needs blood to make organic material which is why Solver infected bots can bleed. Something we kinda knew when N regrew his head and Alice dissecting Disassembly Drones. And you know, Solver straight up saying âLetâs eat!â.
Which explains why Cyn/AS took over Tessa. A self sufficient, self-feeding, suit that would keep her safe on Cooper 9. Also to access the database to get the list of infected drones.
Edit: I forgot to mention that Cyn/AS literally eats Dollâs core. Her HEART.
I also meant that AS infected Drones and Disassembly Drones donât ONLY need Oil. They (Uzi, N, V, J, Doll, Cyn/AS) need and/or consum both.
There is no saving Cyn
Yeah sheâs gone. At this point the only thing keeping Cyn alive would be the Solver, if she she is alive. The fact that all of Solverâs admin goes in between absolutesolver_ and _cyn means that they are one and the same by now. Not really a theory just something Iâve been thinking on.
Uzi and N
He is so lame your honor I love him. I truly believe theyâve been âdatingâ since post-prom. Dating in a way that neither of them realized was dating. EP6 would have been the most definitive showing of that. I also believe V knew and said nothing.
These fucking losers I love them so much:
Thanks to Khan saying Uziâs interest include âcannibalism and Nightcoreâ, itâs fair to assume Nori was still eating people/oil before she got âkilledâ.
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Part 4: The Art of Letting Go
Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5
Only know you love her when (she lets you) go
(In which a still very sadistic writer make things a lot worse but only so they can get a little bit better)
Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd
Themes: Angst, Pining, Hurt with very little comfort
Words: 7.9K
TW: Car Accidents, Panic Attacks, Swearing
A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 I know I'm very, very late with this and I love you all for being so patient. I don't really know how I feel about this chapter but it is what it is. Logistical details are probably a little off but I need things to work for the plot, so try and ignore that. Per usual I did edit (very loosely and I'll probably go back over it later), there are probably typos anyways. And as always, let me know what you liked, what you didn't, and what you'd like to see in the future. Happy reading lovelies and let's get a W this weekend. <3
December 2023
A week or so after they get back from the Cayman Islands, Azzi feels like sheâs been sleep-walking through life, everything around her hazy and dull. She religiously sticks to a routine of eat-study-practice-sleep. Except well, sleep isnât really sleeping. Itâs her brain conjuring images of blonde hair and blue eyes and Azzi forcing herself to wake-up from a nightmare that used to be her favourite dream.Â
She doesnât tell anyone what happened, lying to herself itâs because it would be embarrassing and not because it would mean having to face the truth. Still, it doesnât mean that her teammates canât piece together little bits. There must be something quite sinister about the air around her, because none of her normally nosy and eager-to-help sisters try to weasel any information out of Azzi. They act like they always have, only sharing worried looks behind her back when the façade of iâm doing fine slips momentarily when she thinks no oneâs watching.Â
And then that façade goes to hell over the span of a couple of hours.Â
It starts with the inevitable breakup with Zoe. At first Azzi avoids it, making up excuses as to why she canât see her girlfriend. Selfishly, thereâs a part of her that wants to keep Zoe, keep a girl who would never leave, never make her feel anything less than (or more than) just content. But itâs not fair, Azzi knows that, and itâs why she practises her itâs not you, itâs me speech to perfection in front of the mirror. When she goes to message Zoe that she's coming over, the text chain causes a pinch of guilt in her heart at the contrast between her girlfriendâs hopeful tone versus her own nonchalant one. And Azzi thinks that Zoe will never really understand just how similar the two of them are, stuck at wanting someone who would always let them down. Only, Azzi will let Zoe free but when it comes to her herself, sheâs pretty sure sheâs destined to be trapped forever.Â
Itâs embarrassing to admit that Azzi remembers the apartment in Storrs that sheâd visited barely a handful of times a lot more than she remembers the apartment sheâs currently in, the one that belongs to her girlfriend. Zoe sits rigidly on the couch with the same reserved, guarded expression sheâs had since sheâd opened the door, clearly aware of what was about to happen. Her foot taps incessantly as the silence between them drags on.
âYou deserve better,â Azzi says finally, keeping her eyes firmly locked on the floor.Â
âNo,â Zoeâs voice is cold, âdonât say shit like that. Itâs a cop out. Itâs the shit people say to make themselves feel better-â
âZoe-â
âDonât be a fucking coward Azzi. Look me in the eye and say it, say exactly what youâre here to.â
Azzi doesnât want to do any of that. She wants to crumble to the ground and let it swallow her until sheâs buried so far away from the mess sheâs created. But she owes Zoe this. When she does look at Zoe, thereâs this look in the other girlâs eyes that Azzi had never thought herself capable of evoking in anyone and she has to swallow away the bile that rises in her throat, disgusted by her own self.Â
âIâm breaking up with you,â Azzi whispers. Her words linger in the air, like shrapnel after an explosion. Zoe flinches, a single tear trickling down her face.Â
âThere it is,â the Californian says quietly, the ghost of an ironic smile playing on her lips, âI knew it was coming but damn- there it is.â
âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
âFor what-â Zoe cuts herself, âno actually donât- donât answer that. I think I know.â
Azzi draws in a deep breath, ready to confess, âI need to tell-â
âPlease-â
âZ-â
âPlease,â Zoe sobs, âplease donât tell me. I donât wanna hear it okay? I donât- I donât want to hate you Azzi. Itâs too much and I donât- I just- Iâm so tired of feeling so much for you when you donât- when you feel so little for me.â
âThatâs not true,â Azzi counters helplessly, her words ringing hollow to her own ears.Â
âFucking hell you just ended it Azzi, you donât have to pretend anymore. And itâs okay because I get it. You canât feel any more than what little you do for me because- because youâve already given the rest of it away. And itâs not- itâs not like I didnât know you know? I only ever met you because you were crying over her. You only let me into your life because you missed her. And now you have her,â Zoe says wistfully.Â
Itâs terrible the way everything else becomes white noise as Azziâs ear latches on the last sentence, a sentence that couldnât be any further away from the truth. She was prepared for the accusations, for Zoe to hurl every curse word in the book at her, but this, the unintended reminder that she was giving up on soft, sweet, gentle Zoe for something that she didnât have, hurts far more than any words could.Â
âThis isnât about-âÂ
Zoeâs quick to cut Azzi off, pushing herself off the couch they had been sharing, trying to put even more space in between them, âplease do not insult my intelligence by finishing that sentence. I deserve that much at least.â
âIâm sorry.â
âI know you are because I know- I know who you are Azzi and I know youâre a good person and thatâs why- thatâs why I donât wanna know okay? Whatever you did- whatever happened- just let me- just let me have this. Let me remember you as someone good- someone great,â Zoe pleads.
âIf thatâs what you want Zo,â Azzi answers weakly, the guilty clawing at her heart. She doesnât think she deserves to be remembered like that, doesnât think sheâs worthy of being thought of with fondness, not anymore.Â
Zoe doesnât make any acknowledgement of Azzi having spoken as she starts to pace, âI should have known. You know the day I met her this summer, I got it- the appeal- I got it immediately. She has this aura, this charm. She just- she just fucking glows you know? And sheâs just- sheâs this huge entity and so are you and Iâm just,â she lets out a hollow laugh as she shrugs, âIâm just a girl from Stockton, California.â
âAnd youâre amazing,â Azzi puts up a hand when Zoe tries to cut her off again, âyou are. I donât think Iâll ever be able to thank you for what you did for me last year. You could have walked away that day and maybe- maybe one day youâll think you should have. And Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry Zoe. You do deserve better. Itâs not a cop out. Itâs the truth.â
Since she was younger, Azziâs always hated endings. This time is no different. The bitter truth is that she probably wonât miss her girlfriend, but she will miss the friend that had gotten her through one of the toughest years of her life. Slowly, Azzi picks herself off of the couch and walks over to a still Zoe, squeezing her left hand once before heading towards the door.Â
âAzzi,â Zoe calls out, just as Azzi has one foot out the door, âI hope it works out for the two of you. You and Paige always did just seem inevitable.â
***
She blames the fact sheâs currently stuck in the terrible LA traffic, with the word inevitable ringing in her ears, for the way her fingers continuously flicker over the green call button under Paigeâs name. Zoe saying her name had been the first time in a week that Azzi had even let herself, in consciousness at least, think of the blonde properly. And now that it had been unleashed, whispers of Paige, Paige, Paige echo through every crevice of skull. The pain and anger that sheâd been trying to shield herself from, come barraging into her heart as sheâs held captive once again by thoughts of her best friend.Â
It would be a lie to say that Azzi hadnât been hoping for a call or a text to come through. Sheâd waited two days with bated breath for a friendly quip that would lead them back to their safe haven of just pretend. Instead it was as if they were back to being who they had been before summer of 2022 all over again. Back to being nothing. But this time Azzi had been adamant that if Paige was going to cut her off again, she wouldnât fight it, not this time. Apparently that resolve was never meant to last and Azzi feels a little pathetic with how desperately she needs to hear Paigeâs voice, how desperately she wants to try again.Â
The traffic clears just as she presses call and maybe that should have been a sign. Azziâs not a bad driver per say, but as her dad always said, no oneâs a good driver when theyâre distracted. The phone rings for too long and she should take that as her next sign and accept it as Paige not wanting to talk, but she lets it continue to ring anyway, as she turns onto a more secluded road. And then-
âHello,â the voice is unfamiliar and Azzi doesnât really know Paigeâs teammates, beyond Caroline, that well but sheâs pretty certain this one doesnât belong to any of them.Â
âHi uh- who is this?â she manages to get out as her grip tightens on the steering wheel.
âOh um- this is Rose, Paigeâs friendâ comes the reply, the word friend said with a sultry lilt and Azzi feels her skin prickle. Hang up.Â
âWhy are you answering Paigeâs phone?â her tone is far more accusatory than sheâd like it to be.Â
âSheâs in the bathroom but she told me to,â Rose answers defensively.Â
Azzi hesitates, she doesnât need to know more except, âdoes she know who called?â
Because surely if she did, if Paige knew it was Azzi on the other line, she wouldnât let one of her likely random hookups answer the phone, surely Paige would know what it would do, how it would make her feel.Â
âUh yeah- I told her Azzi called and she seemed pretty sure she wanted me to pick up.â
Maybe Paige does know what it would do, does know how it would make Azzi feel, maybe thatâs the whole fucking point. Through the phone she can hear quiet footsteps walking closer, towards Rose. When Paige is close enough that Azzi can make out the sound of her breathing, can almost picture the way her chest is heaving, thatâs when the tears finally fall, blurring her vision.Â
She doesnât see the blinking headlights rushing towards her until itâs too late and then sheâs swerving. The world around her erupts in motion and light and noise, everything spinning and spinning and spinning. For one moment, as she loses complete control of her car, Azzi thinks maybe this is it. And the most terrifying part of it, is that for a second, sheâs not all that opposed to the idea of this being the end. Itâs a singular image of her parents in her brain that has her regaining her senses and hitting the brakes as hard as she can. Her tires screech as her car barrels into a tree and her entire body jerks around in her car, her seatbelt leaving burn scars against her neck. Azzi feels her heartbeat going haywire, as everything comes to a halt.Â
âOh my god, oh my god,â Roseâs panicked voice echoes.Â
âWhat?â and thereâs Paige and even in this wreckage, Azziâs heart stutters at the sound of her best friend.Â
âI think she crashed-â
âWHAT?â thereâs frantic shuffling until, âAzzi? Azzi? Hello? Are you there? Fuck. Azzi are you okay? Please say something. Câmon Az. I know youâre there. Can you hear me? Please be okay. Azzi? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Azzi?â
Azzi opens and closes her mouth, trying to answer to the call of her name, but nothing comes out. She feels hot and cold all over at the same and she swears thereâs a hand curled around her neck because she canât fucking breathe.Â
âAzzi,â Paige says again desperately, âplease say something.â
âP-Paige,â Azzi finally manages to stutter, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. Thereâs blood rushing to her ears and everything around her feels hazy.Â
âAzzi,â and that one syllable is wrapped in so much emotion, âIâm here okay, are you okay?â
No, Azzi thinks, I donât know if Iâll ever be okay.Â
âI c-canât breathe. I thinkâ she grasps at her neck, âI th-think Iâm having a panic attack.â
Paige curses under her breath, âokay, okay alright listen to me breathe okay? And try to match it okay?â
âO-okay,â Azzi whispers, pressing her head to her steering wheel as she tries to mimic Paigeâs exaggerated deep breaths on the other end of the line.Â
âGood girl, youâre doing so well for me Azzi, just keep breathing okay,â Paigeâs voice is far calmer than she probably is in reality, âjust keep breathing with me okay.â
Azzi closes her eyes as she feels her chest slowly start to loosen up and lets herself be immersed by Paigeâs soothing words of comfort. And for a second, it almost feels as if her best friend is right there with her. For a second, Azzi imagines that theyâre on a whole other planet, just them in their little world, like it always should have been, like sheâd once been so sure it would be. Itâs a beautiful dream that reality is quick to gatecrash.Â
âBabe, is she okay?â Rose asks, and Azziâs eyes fly open at the term of endearment. Sheâs not on a different planet. Sheâs alone. And Paige isnât.Â
âIâm fine,â Azzi breathes out and then more firmly, âIâm fine.â
âThank God,â Paige lets out a sigh of relief before her tone turns sour âwhat the actual fuck Azzi?â
Azzi winces at the loudness, pretty sure she might have a concussion from the way her head had crashed back into her headrest as sheâd crashed into the tree in front of her.Â
âIâm fine,â she repeats assertedly, as everything around her slowly starts to make sense again. Itâs not a lie really, at least not physically. Thereâs the potential concussion, and the litany of bruises sheâs starting to feel all over her body but sheâs pretty sure thereâs nothing wrong internally. Well except for her stupid fucking heart but it wasnât the accident that had fucked that organ up.Â
âYou just crashed your fucking car, no youâre not fucking fine,â Paige yells, voice thick with tears.Â
âWhat the fuck do you care?â Azzi bites back, âsorry I interrupted your fucking night Paige. I swear it wonât happen again.â
She hangs up before Paige can say anything else, sitting deathly still for a second. And then she lets herself completely break apart.Â
***
74 missed calls from Paige
did u go to the hospitalÂ
pick up ur fucking phoneÂ
dude
azzi
this is not the time for this stubborn bullshitÂ
PICK UP UR FUCKING PHONEÂ
AZZIÂ
just say ur ok at least
pleaseÂ
called ur momÂ
said u had a concussion and some bruisingÂ
thats not too badÂ
ur so fucking stupidÂ
it could be so much worseÂ
please pick upÂ
AZZI FUCKING FUDD PICK UP UR PHONEÂ
so u can call carol and not me okÂ
thats just fucking perfect
dude i feel like an accident > stupid fightsÂ
so maybe just pick upÂ
or call me back
u wanna play this stupid game fineÂ
ignore me for now
but iâmma be in dc for christmas
ur gonna have to talk to meÂ
i know where u liveÂ
***
The box in Azziâs arm feels freakishly heavy, like sheâs holding the whole world inside of it. In a way, maybe she is. The walk up Paigeâs dadâs driveway feels longer than it ever has and sheâs fighting the urge to turn back with every step. As soon as sheâd seen the vaguely threatening text message, Azzi had decided she would beat Paige to it. The night of the accident had put several things into perspective and Azzi was determined to finally grasp control of her own life.Â
It hasnât been that long since the Cayman Island and so it hasnât been that long since Azziâs seen Paige. But when the door opens and sheâs face to face with her best friend, despite the dread and anxiety thatâs drowning her heart, Azzi still feels that beat of itâs cold but you always make me feel warm flutter in her chest. Paige smiles and Azziâs arms wobble, drawing the blondeâs attention to the box in her arms.Â
âStill a couple of days till Christmas Az, a little early to give me my present,â Paige smirks lightly and Azzi feels a river of hot anger slide around her veins. After everything sheâd put her through in the last couple of weeks, the fact that Paige could act so frivolous, as if they were still fine, makes Azzi see red.Â
Her voice is icier than the sheet of frost on the ground when she replies, âitâs not a Christmas present.â
Paigeâs eyebrows knit together questioningly, âthen-â
âItâs all your stuff I had lying around,â Azzi cuts in, trying to keep her voice confident and stable.Â
The smile disappears from Paigeâs face as she studies Azzi's face, looking for some semblance of emotion beyond the blank stare.Â
âWhat?â
âAll the things youâve left at my house over the years, a couple of t-shirts, a hat, a book and a couple other things, theyâre in this box,â Azzi says pointedly. She tries to hand it over but Paige is quick to move away from it, staring at the offending object as if itâs a ticking time bomb.Â
âWhat the actual fuck is going on Azzi?â
âI might have missed some things. Let me know if I have and Iâll mail them to you in the future,â Azzi recites clinically, keeping her demeanour stoic as possible âand of course I would like my things back as well. Not right now of course. You can mail them to me whenever it suits you.â
âMail back your things? What? What the fuck are you going on about?â Paige asks, a bewildered expression taking on her face. She reaches out as if she wants to shake Azzi but seems to think better of it.Â
Azzi doesnât say anything, as she sidesteps Paige into the house, putting in the utmost effort to make sure no part of herself brushes up against the older girl, knowing the inevitable burst of electricity when they touch would be enough to break her resolve. She places the box of Paigeâs stuff on the coffee table in the living room, before turning back to Paige.Â
âIâm giving you your stuff back,â Azzi repeats, âIâm giving you what you want.â
âWhat I want? When did I ask for my stuff back?â
Azzi draws in a deep breath, fighting desperately against the screams of you donât want this in her own head, âIâm giving you a clean break Paige. Iâm letting you go.â
Saying those words feels a lot like free-falling. Her stomach lurches at the way Paigeâs features scrunch up in pain and sheâd never meant to do that, but Azziâs so tired. Sheâs so tired of this push and pull, the way they seem to hurt each other every fucking time, the way things get so close to going right and then go wrong any way. The bitter truth of life, Azzi has forced herself to admit, is that it doesnât matter how hard you fight, sometimes the darkness wins out anyway.Â
âYou think-,â Paige stutters, clutching at her chest, âyou think this is what I want?â
âWell isnât it?âÂ
âOf course n-â
âIf I hadnât called you that night would you have called me first Paige? If I hadnât gotten into that stupid accident, would you even have texted me ever again?â
Paigeâs silence is an answer in itself . And although Azzi had known it, she canât deny that thereâs a part of her that had posed the question hoping against hope that Paige would have answered it with a resounding yes of course. She thinks maybe she should be used to the singe of disappointment that burns her skin by now but sheâs never been immune to Paigeâs fire.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â Azzi says quietly, âIâm tired of running after you Paige. I thought I was done after the Cayman Islands but then I- I donât know- I donât know why I called you that night when you- you clearly didnât want that.â
âAzzi câmon-â
âItâs my fault really. Because you've always been clear about it and I- for some reason- I just donât listen. You were clear with it when you told me to go to UCLA and get out of your life. You were clear when you didnât want me to come into your air BnB. You were clear when you told me to get out of the bathroom last summer. And when you left that night-,â Azzi pauses as Paigeâs eyes widen, the words catching in her throat, âwhen you were gone that morning- every time you didnât call- every time you didnât text- you were always clear about it Paige and I- Iâm sorry I didnât listen.â
âYouâre being really fucking unfair right now,â Paige accuses, âyouâre mad because I didnât want to be your fucking side whore? Iâm so sorry I had more self-respect than that Azzi.â
Azzi blinks rapidly, her face still completely neutral, âexcuse me?â
âYou wanna blame me for those first two things, fine. But you have a whole ass girlfriend and you wanted me to be what? Just a girl you can fuck occasionally because you feel like it? Who the fuck do you think I am? I deserve so much better than that.â
âI donât-â
âYou wanna know why I left that morning?â Paige asks icily, âI woke up and the first thing I saw is your girlfriendâs fucking i miss you text. All that shit you said to me when I kissed you in LA about not wanting to be one of my groupies or whatever but what did you want me to be Azzi?â
When they were young and naive, the largest fight theyâd ever had was about whether or not one of them had cheated in a game of horse. The allegations of cheater from a 15 year old Paige had seemed massive back then, but they pale in front of the accusations of cheater from a 22 year old Paige. Itâs not that Azzi thinks sheâs some prime example of a good samaritan and she can deal with people thinking sheâs not all that, but itâs different when itâs Paige, itâs different to know that Paige could ever think so low of her.Â
âYou really think Iâd do that you? That Iâd make you my sidepiece or whatever?â
âWhat else am I supposed to think about you fucking me while you have a girlfriend?â Paige asks exasperatedly and Azzi flinches at the repeated use of the profanity.Â
âHad.â
âWhat?â
Azzi grips the hem of her shirt, trying to focus her eyes anywhere but Paige, âI had a girlfriend. Past tense.â
âYou- you broke up with Zoe?â Paigeâs expression morphs from anger to confusion before finally settling on realisation.Â
âI never wanted you to be a side piece. You think I donât know you deserve better than that?â Azzi rubs her temple, as she tries to keep herself steady on her feet, âI know seeing that text hurt you but itâs not like you didnât know I had a girlfriend. But- but if youâd just waited for me to wake up, god if youâd just talked to me once instead of jumping to conclusions then-â
âThen what?â Paige breathes out and Azzi doesnât miss the little spurt of hope thatâs taken birth on the older girl's face.Â
âIt doesnât matter anymore,â Azzi shakes her head, âthatâs also past tense now.â
The thing with Paige is that anger is her protective mechanism. When she gets a little close to losing control of her emotions, or feeling too much, itâs what she falls back on so itâs not surprising that her tone is harsh when she speaks again.Â
âHow the fuck was I supposed to guess you were gonna break up with your girlfriend Az câmon,â Paige takes a step towards her, âIâm not a fucking mind reader.â
âI never asked you to read my mind. I just- all Iâve ever wanted- is for you to just have a little faith in me- in us,â Azziâs voice breaks on the last word.Â
âThatâs not fair. I was really fucking hurt Azzi-â Paige begins, her voice pleading.
âAnd then you tried to hurt me back on purpose,â Azzi spits out as the façade of neutrality completely slips off, âyou knew it was me calling and you had that girl pick up any way knowing exactly how it would make me feel.â
âAzzi,â baby blue eyes sparkle with tears and Azzi has to force herself to look away, because no matter how much sheâs convinced that this is what needs to happen, seeing Paige break, will drown Azzi and sheâs barely floating as it is.Â
âI donât enjoy hurting you Paige,â Azzi says softly, âand I donât think you enjoy hurting me but for the last couple of years, I feel like thatâs all weâve been doing and I- I canât do it anymore.â
Itâs not something sheâd ever admitted out loud, or even to herself, but once upon a time Azzi used to think her and Paige would have one of those stories, one of those soft, sappy fairytale-esque stories that had no chance of an ending that wasnât happily ever after. And she hopes that maybe in another universe, maybe they did have that. Maybe in a universe where she chose UConn and things never went wrong in the first place. Maybe in that universe, theyâre happy. But in this universe, they seem to be destined for misery. And Azzi thinks the saddest tragedy of it all, is that it feels like sheâs ending a story that never even really got the chance to start.Â
âSo thatâs it then, youâre walking away- youâre just- youâre fucking giving up?â Paige says bitterly, crossing her arms protectively over her chest and Azzi feels a flicker of annoyance light up against her ribcage.Â
âIsnât that what you did?â she accuses, âIs that not what you do? You walk away every. single. time. because you canât deal with things getting just a little too fucking hard. And what? Iâm just supposed to wait until you come back? Or chase after you like a pathetic little puppy?â
Paige flinches at the hardness in Azziâs tone, mouth opening and closing but nothing escaping.Â
âIâm so fucking tired of always being the one calling, the one showing up, the one trying. Iâm so fucking tired of fighting for us when it feels like youâre fighting against me,â Azzi pauses,trying to blink away the tears sheâd tried so hard to keep locked behind her eyelids, âif you wanna call that me giving up then okay, but I donât think you realize just how fucking hard I want to hold on.â
Azziâs not sure if itâs the way her voice cracks, or the absolute misery behind every word she says, but Paige's hard and cold expression is gone so fast it gives her whiplash. And then her Paige, the girl with the warm eyes and soft heart is back, looking at Azzi in a way that makes her want to believe in them all over again. Arms outstretched, Paige takes a step forwards and thereâs nothing more Azzi wants then melt into them. It takes everything in her to step away instead. For a moment thereâs nothing but them staring at each other in silence, a moment where Azzi tries to memorise everything about Paige just in case this is the last time. And then-
âWhat if,â Paige begins softly, âwhat if I entered the draft?â
Azzi looks at her in confusion, âwhat does that have to do with anything?â
âThe Sparks have the second pick, itâs where Iâm projected to go,â Paige bites at her lips, peering at Azzi through her eyelashes.Â
The Sparks. The Los Angeles Sparks.Â
âIs that what you want?â Azzi asks quietly, trying to prevent her brain from already coming up with dreams of stupid picnic dates at the park during sunset.Â
Paige hesitates. And itâs enough for those dreams to crumble, because Azzi knows Paige just a little too well, knows exactly what that little bit of hesitation means.Â
âI havenât decided yet but if- if there was a reason that I should-â
âThere isnât,â Azzi says firmly, âitâs not what you want.â
âI donât even fucking know what I want,â Paige argues and that doesnât make it any better.Â
âThen figure it out,â Azzi yells, frustratedly rubbing her hands over her face, âI wonât deal with you fucking resenting me and running away again in a couple of years- hell in a couple of months- because you regret your fucking decision.â
âI wouldnât-â
âPlease just stop. It's done. Iâve made up my mindâ Azzi begs, exhaustion flooding into her body, âjust- just let this go please.â
Paige meets her eyes with a stubborn fire, âI donât fucking want to.â
âWell tough luck because I do.â
âAzzi,â Paige pleads desperately, trying to block Azzi as she beelines for the door, but the younger girl is quick to push past her.Â
âGoodbye Paige.â
***
December 2024Â
azzi please just let me inÂ
ur parent are saying u dont wanna see meÂ
and i get itÂ
but i can fix this i swearÂ
i know u know im here
please fucking let me inÂ
i fucked upÂ
i knowÂ
im so fucking sorry
but dude we can fix this
justÂ
can u just fucking let me in
i really wanna see uÂ
i really wanna talkÂ
can we just fucking talkÂ
pleaseÂ
merry christmas az
u know what fuck u actuallyÂ
didnt mean that sorryÂ
i was just madÂ
u make me really fucking madÂ
christmas breaks almost overÂ
i have to go back soon and ik u do too
we should talk before thatÂ
ur so fucking stubbornÂ
but so am i
im not giving upÂ
i wonâtÂ
January 2024
hiÂ
i miss you
ur really fucking annoying
not texting me back
but its fine
iâll just fucking spamÂ
i had an ok day todayÂ
practice was kinda assÂ
not me tho
i was great
as alwaysÂ
bet i made more threes than you didÂ
bro im watching ur game
and
what the fuck kinda airball did u just throw upÂ
get in the gym az jfcÂ
oh that was a good pullup
not better than mine
but decentÂ
been a fucking month azziÂ
just fucking call me backÂ
or text me idkÂ
i miss uÂ
sooooooooooo
hows ur day
good? good.
hows mine?
oh kinda shitÂ
lets see
we lost in front of all these uconn legends
to their fucking rivalÂ
everyones saying uconn fucking sucksÂ
some people are saying i suck
they might not be completely wrongÂ
now would be a good time to reply azÂ
like maybe make me feel better
fuck u actuallyÂ
what the fuck am i doingÂ
idk if u even read theseÂ
February 2024
idk maybe i should stopÂ
like maybe only fucking psychos do thisÂ
but idk broÂ
i feel like ur gonna text me back eventuallyÂ
well sc was a shit showÂ
i mean we knew it but holy shitÂ
i really wanna talk to you about it
itâd mainly just be me fucking yellingÂ
and u gigglingÂ
fuck i miss ur laugh
i miss you
idk if u just ignore these
so idk if ur gonna even see thisÂ
butÂ
i wanted to tell you firstÂ
before u saw it from somewhere elseÂ
im staying at uconnÂ
u were right
i didnt want to leave yetÂ
i want my 4 years
butÂ
just dont think it means i didnt mean what i said
that i dont wanna be in la with u
i do
its not about that
i just need to do whats best for me
and thats staying hereÂ
fuck
i get what u meant now
u didnt pick ucla over me
fuck fuck fuckÂ
im sorry az
is this how u feltÂ
when i didnât text u backÂ
because itâs actually fucking hellÂ
i miss you so fucking much dude
iâm so sorryÂ
iâm really fucking sorry azziÂ
for all of it
please just call me back
March 2024
last pac-12 tournament mvp!!
dude iâm so proud of you
we also wonÂ
idk if u heardÂ
it wasnt easy eitherÂ
everything just always fucking goes wrongÂ
fucking pisses me offÂ
but oh wellÂ
u know i dont even like textingÂ
idk how many messages ive sent uÂ
its gotta be hundreds atpÂ
insane shit on my partÂ
tf is wrong with meÂ
did u see the bracket
see u in the final 4 azziÂ
April 2024Â
i fucking told uÂ
i told you id see u in the final four
fucking meant it
fuckÂ
gonna kick yalls ass
revenge szn
weâre built different in march
cleveland here we fucking goÂ
but also
cant avoid me anymoreÂ
i cant fucking wait to see you az Â
***
UConn 87 Â Â UCLA 84Â
Thereâs six seconds left to go and UCLA has control of the ball. The game today had been completely different from the on down in the Cayman Islands. That one had featured a UCLA team that had dominated from start to finish versus a UConn team still reeling from multiple injuries. This time around, UCLA seemed to have lost some of their shine and UConn had been on a tear. She would never give Paige the satisfaction of knowing it but her stupid goading, her incessant smirking because UConn seemed poised to win handedly, had gotten in Azziâs head for most of the game. The fourth quarter had seen UConn enter with a 11 point lead that had held study until the last two and a half minutes when something had finally clicked for Azzi.Â
âTold you, you should have fucking come to UConn,â Paige had sneered while casually dribbling the ball and that had been enough to break Azzi out of whatever funk sheâd been in. All of her anger and frustration at Paige seemed to culminate into that one moment as sheâd swiped the ball straight from Paigeâs hands, narrowly avoiding a foul. An easy steal-and-score layup was followed by two signature three pointers, created by her teamâs defence, and suddenly the lead had been cut down to three. On the other side, Muhl had been called for an offensive foul and immediately Coach Close had called for a timeout to advance the ball.Â
When both teams get back on the court, Azzi, with her competitive streak in full control of her emotions, relishes in the way Paigeâs face is contorted up in frustration. But it isnât just this game that has Azzi irritated. Paige had been relentless since both teams had landed in Cleveland in trying to corner Azzi. Sheâd known it was gonna happen since sheâd read the text but still Azzi had hoped that maybe the blonde would just let it go, would understand just how much Azzi didnât want to have to deal with this. Because seeing Paige hurts. All the missing and yearning of the past few months seemed to have blended into this ball of tight hot pain that had burst the minute Paige had smiled at Azzi. She knows Paige means well, and itâs taking everything in her to ignore the part of her thatâs secretly enamoured by how hard the point guard is trying finally, but Azzi just canât do it again. She canât let Paige in again and then spend every other second scared that Paige will run away again.Â
The whistle blows and Charisma gets ready to inbound the ball. The play call had been to just get it to Azzi but itâs clearly one that UConn had anticipated, because she finds herself swarmed with Paige and Muhl both trying to make sure she doesnât get the ball. Instead, itâs Kiki who gets the ball and the countdown starts, as Azzi fights to get herself free, running off of screens, to get herself open on the three point line. It takes too much time and they donât have any more timeouts left. Kiki throws it inside to Lauren who misses the layup but gets her own rebound and somehow the ball finally finds its way into Azziâs hands. And with barely a second left to go, and Paigeâs hand firmly in her face, Azzi throws up a prayer. The arena goes deathly silent as the ball hits the back and then circles every inch of the rim before spilling over the edge and falling straight into Edwardsâ hands.Â
The crowd erupts in deafening cheers as the UConn bench rushes to the court, jubilantly hugging each other with Paige in the middle. Azzi blinks rapidly, refusing to be caught shedding a single tear on camera. Her teammates look distraught and Azzi feels disappointment curling into every crevice of her skin sheâd almost had it. In the grand scheme of things she knows that, that shot would have only guaranteed overtime and not a win but still, it wouldnât have meant a loss. And she knows this one isnât completely on her either but it doesnât mean that she doesnât feel the burden of it on her shoulders any way.Â
But despite it all, seeing Paigeâs bright smile stretch all over her beaming face as she celebrates with her team, soothes the sting of the loss just a little bit. Azzi still remembers late night calls and Paigeâs broken voice too well, her brain imprinted with the misery of a girl who had just wanted to play the sport she loved and couldnât. And even if everything between them resembles the remnants of an earthquake, Azzi canât help but be just a little bit happy for Paige.Â
The handshake line is better this time around with no one being unnecessarily hostile. One team is too happy to care and when Muhl briefly hugs her, Azzi canât help but be a little shocked by the affection. Her team is too despondent to be mad, and Angela briefly nods at Paige when shaking her hand, and gets a reassuring grin in return. Azzi has to force herself not to run away, if only for decorumâs sake, once she and Paige finally get to each other. Trying to keep herself steady, she reaches out her hand to counter Paigeâs outstretched arms. The smile falls a little bit from Paigeâs face as a more resigned expression takes its place.Â
âGood game Bueckers,â Azzi manages to muster out.Â
The last name stings but Paige does her best to not let it show, âgood game Az.â
***
When thereâs a knock on the door to her hotel room a little bit after 10pm, Azzi knows exactly who it is. The look that Charisma gives her as she goes to open it, suggests that she does too.Â
âOh thank fucking god, I thought maybe yâall left already,â and there it is, Paige voice echoing through her room and from where sheâs perched on the edge of bed, her feet dangling over the side, Azzi catches a brief glimpse of the UConn point guard.Â
âHad a little bit of a transportation issue. Weâre not leaving til tomorrow morning,â Charisma explains, âwhat are you doing here Paige?â
Paige shuffles her feet nervously at the doorway, peering over Charismaâs frame in the doorway to catch sight of Azzi, âcan I talk to Azzi?â
âFirst you kick my ass in the final four, and now you wanna kick me out of my own room?â Charisma asks, voice light but thereâs an edge of seriousness to it.Â
âI-uh-âÂ
âAz,â Charisma turns to Azzi with a questioning look, and Azzi sighs at having all the attention on her, âyou wanna talk to her?â
Say no. Say yes. Her head fights with itself. And for the last few months, Azziâs done well with listening to the logical part of her brain, diligently sticking to letting go. But that had only been easy to do because Paige hadnât actually been there. Now that she is, with bright hopeful eyes fixed on Azzi, well, this time the emotional side wins out. She nods her head in yes at Charisma and Paige seems to glow all over.Â
âYouâre lucky itâs me and not Angela or Kiki or any of the other girls,â Charisma warns, âbut I swear to god Bueckers if I come back and thereâs a single tear-â
âThen you have my permission to fucking murder me,â Paige vows, her face a paragon of sincerity.Â
Charisma nods once, stepping aside to let Paige in. The Bruinâs point guard looks at Azzi once more for confirmation and then, satisfied by the small smile Azzi shoots at her, she leaves the room, letting the door shut behind her. And then itâs just Paige and Azzi and the myriad of unspoken thoughts that seem to always linger between them.Â
âHi,â Paige says softly.Â
Azzi stares up at her with tired eyes, âshouldnât you be celebrating or something?â
âStill one more game to go. Gotta lock in for that first.â
âThen go do that. What are you doing here?â
Paige flinches at the harsh tone and Azzi feels a wave of guilt come over her. She doesnât mean to be so hostile but sheâs scared that if she gives in just a little, all of her will go tumbling down.Â
âSunday is the most important game of my life,â Paige says quietly.Â
âI know- I know it means a lot to you.â
âIt does,â Paige nods, as she takes a step forward, hesitating for a second, before she drags a foot stool over, so she can sit right in front of Azzi, âwill you stay for it?â
âThatâs not-,â Azzi sucks in a deep breath, her senses muddle by having Paige so close to her again, âI thought I was clear about- about us.â
âYou were but I thought I was clear with my texts,â Paige counters.Â
âPaige please.â
âI just-,â Paige pauses, leaning forward and staring intently at Azzi, âI donât know how the national championship is gonna go. I donât know if weâre gonna win or lose but I just- I know that no matter what happens, I want you there. Because if Iâm gonna end up fucking crying, then I want it to be on your shoulder. And if Iâm gonna end up celebrating, I want it to be in your arms. I just- I just want you there. With me. Always.â
Everything else floats away and for a moment, all Azzi knows is Paige, and the warmth that reverberates through her body at the earnestness in those words. If she could, sheâd capture that feeling in a bottle and keep it forever. Because moments are fleeting. And when her brain catches up to her heart, and that voice in her head is back to echoing it wonât last, Azzi feels cold all over again.Â
âYou donât believe me,â disappointment echoes in Paigeâs voice; sheâs always been a little too perceptive of Azziâs emotions, âyou think I donât mean it?â
âI think you mean it now. I donât think youâll mean it forever,â Azzi shrugs.Â
Paige is quiet, nerves on full display, as she cautiously reaches for Azziâs hands with both of her own, an audible sigh of relief floating out of her lips when Azzi lets her.Â
âI know I fucked up,â she begins quietly, thumb caressing Azziâs palms, each trace sending jolts of electricy through the younger girlâs body, âlike really fucked up and I get why you think that. I get why- why youâre so scared to believe me. And Iâm so sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry.â
A teardrop rolls down Paigeâs cheek, falling onto their intertwined hands, and Azzi feels herself flinch, her own eyes beginning to glisten.Â
âIf I could go back in time, Iâd change so many fucking things. Iâd go back to the beginning- back to your room the night before you went to LA and- and Iâd tell myself to shut the fuck up. Iâd tell you that I supported you- that I understood that you werenât choosing UCLA over me- and Iâd- Iâd tell you that it didnât matter how many fucking miles away from me you were- weâd survive it. But I canât- I canât change the past. I canât change that we fought. I canât change that- that I was a fucking idiot for ignoring you for a year. I canât change that I was a dumbass for leaving that morning.â
Tears are freely streaming from both of their eyes now as they grip each otherâs hands tightly. Thereâs something cathartic about finally being able to cry, about finally being able to mourn the loss of what could have been together.And it feels a little bit like healing.Â
Paige looks up at Azzi through watery eyelashes as she continues to speak, her voice wrecked with emotion, âand Iâm not gonna make promises about how Iâll never do shit to hurt you again because god knows I can be really fucking stupid.â
They let out simultaneous giggles at that and Azzi can feel something in herself unravelling.Â
âBut what I can promise is that if you let me, every day- every fucking day that I live- I will try. To not hurt you. To make it up to you. To fix this. To fix us. And I can promise, that I will never ever fucking run away from you again. I know- I know itâs gonna be hard but I swear- I fucking swear- that I will stay right here and face it with you.â
âPaige,â Azzi whispers helplessly. Itâs everything sheâs wanted to hear and itâs too much. The voices in her head are too loud again, screams of sheâll hurt you, she always does, let her go colliding with shouts of itâs Paige, itâs your Paige, hold on to her.Â
âYou said- you said you were tired of fighting alone but you never- you never have to do that again because- because Iâm here now. Fuck- Azzi Iâm here. And I know- I know thereâs so much we have to talk about and so much we still have to fucking deal with. But we can do that- we can- we can deal with anything. Because itâs us. Paige and Azzi. We can do anything. Together.â
Paige presses her forehead to Azziâs, pulling their interlocked hands to her chest. Theyâre breathing in sync and Azzi can feel the thrum of Paigeâs heart beat against her fingertips. Azziâs eyes close of their own accord, as Paigeâs lips brush over hers, her next words coming out in a breathless whisper.Â
âBelieve in me- believe in us just one more time, please.â
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