#Idk if i'll be even able to post on the day though since I might be in the mountains

[swampybogg]

[azzibueckers5]

i want you to need me (need to want something more)

part 2: in which paige is so up. like so fucking up.

(ao3 link) (part 1) (wc: ~ 8k) (read iwkpa before this series)

cw: sexual content

AN: i hope this fixes the heartache adequately? if not don't let me know I'll cry <3 ummm I wrote the majority of the smut having been up for like 36 hours straight and then edited it after three glasses of wine? so uh good luck— ill go through and edit again in a couple days lmfao but im warningggg you i got really lazy towards the end like. i’m sorry <3333333 also pls suspend your disbelief about the wings theoretically making the playoffs in 2026 cause... whewwwww not looking likely. also this is literally twice as plotless as the last chapter of iwkpa... and three times as nonesensical and ridiculous so just like. keep that in mind. also it wasn't supposed to be this smutty man idk it got away from me. happy day!

+1 october 2026, dallas, texas

paige’s phone finally rings with the familiar ringtone she’s been waiting on for what feels like hours, just as she’s ushering her straggling teammates out of her apartment. she’d hosted a watch party after practice for the final game of the liberty–mystics semifinals, and though she loves her teammates, she’s been subtly (and then entirely unsubtly) trying to kick them out since the final buzzer in dc’s overtime loss. 

nai and lyss had tried valiantly to cheer her up, but not being able to be there for azzi and having to watch her expression crumple through the television screen had been entirely awful and she’d just wanted to sit on the alone couch in silence until her girlfriend called. 

the silver lining of their loss meant that azzi might be able to make it to her semi game tomorrow night, but she puts that thought on the backburner when she answers the facetime, jumping straight into sympathetic girlfriend mode. 

azzi’s already talking on the other side of the line, hammering on angrily about “the fucking shit ass refs” and how it was a “rigged ass fucking game,” and paige fights to keep her smile at just seeing azzi’s face on her screen a secret. post-loss azzi is a force to be reckoned with and she won’t jeopardize putting herself as the target by showing positive emotion.

it seems azzi has skipped being sad about it entirely and jumped straight into being pissed, which is precisely paige’s post game specialty, and she lets her ramble, chiming in here and there with indignant comments on how bad the refs were and agreements with how poor their screens had been. 

azzi had, surprise surprise, played spectacularly, and had unofficially locked in rookie of the year with a 27 point effort, but paige knows the competitive nature of her girlfriend is cut from the same cloth as her own, and her main goal is to try and keep azzi’s anger directed away from her very few mistakes and make sure she doesn’t veer into self-deprecation. 

she’s mostly successful, and by the time azzi leaves the facilities, she’s calmed down enough to let the loss sink in a bit more. when she finally climbs onto the bus that will take them back to the hotel, she seems to relax even further, and lets out a quiet “i miss you.” 

paige’s face softens immediately. “miss you too, az. so bad.”

“booked a flight already for tomorrow morning, but i might not get in early enough to see you before the game.” she says it apologetically, like she’s sorry she can’t charter a flight there herself, and paige smiles a little bit at how in sync they are, how much she can tell they both just want a hug. 

seeing each other four times over a four month span wasn’t exactly conducive to a honeymoon phase, and though they were putting up a valiant effort anyways, she craved azzi’s physical presence more than anything. paige doesn’t think she’d ever been on facetime this much, and that’s including the month before she’d quarantined with the fudds and had been stuck inside all day, on the phone with azzi every millisecond. 

it still isn’t enough, though, and her heart rate speeds up at just the thought of having azzi within arms reach in only a day’s time. 

“s’okay, i’ll play better even just knowing you’re in the stands,” she says, and means it. azzi has always been the best motivator.

“you better. one of us has got to wi-”

“shhhh,” she cuts azzi off, “don’t jinx me.”

“yeah, yeah.” she pauses for a second, just looking at paige through the screen, and then there’s commotion on the other end and she gets distracted for a bit, clearly trying to negotiate seating arrangements. when she turns back, she sighs, “listen, baby, i’m gonna hang up so no one kills me for being on the phone on the bus, but i’ll text you when i get to the hotel.”

paige pouts. “how about you call me when you get to the hotel.”

azzi’s face is soft and knowing when she says “you’re gonna be asleep by the time i get there.”

“nuh-uh,” she claims, fighting a yawn. “gonna wait right here, awake, on the couch till you call.”

azzi just laughs. “if you say so. i’ll see you tomorrow, baby. love you.”

paige hangs up with an i love you too and a smile, and is only a little guilty when she thinks about how excited she is that azzi is coming to dallas tomorrow, instead of having to wait longer for their teams to arrange it.

she wedges herself further into her couch cushions, and puts on a random show, determined to stay true to her word and wait up for azzi’s call. 

she must fall asleep like that, though, nestled into the couch, because she wakes what feels like hours later to the gentle sensation of hands in her hair and the murmur of her name. 

she blinks, disoriented and disbelieving, to the sight of azzi standing above her, looking soft and delightful and angelic. 

paige stares. 

“hi,” the vision before her says, bashful, and paige’s brain suddenly registers that she’s not dreaming and that azzi is in fact, standing in front of her. 

in her living room. in dallas.

she shoots up from her position on the couch to sit up and pull azzi down into a hug, and the brunette sinks into her, pressing her face into paige’s neck like she’s needed the contact just as badly. 

“az, wh- what’re you doing here?” 

her words are slurred into azzi’s shoulder, voice thick with sleep and confusion, and she can feel azzi’s laugh at her bewilderment against her chest, because azzi here. in paige’s arms. 

what.  

“changed my flight, couldn’t wait until tomorrow,” she says, and paige’s heart swells. she doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to hearing azzi say things like that and knowing that she means for them to come across exactly as paige’s heart interprets them. “needed a consolatory cuddle.”

paige just hums and burrows closer, relishing in her presence. “what time s’it.”

“little past three. told you you’d fall asleep.”

paige slides her hands up underneath azzi’s sweatshirt just to feel more of her skin and ignores the opportunity to argue with her about how she’d only fallen asleep because azzi took too long to call, and instead leans back to press a gentle kiss to her mouth. “missed you.”

“mmhm.” azzi knocks their foreheads together in agreement, kisses her again, short and sweet, and then climbs off paige’s lap, ignoring her grumbling protests.

she holds her hand out, waiting, and says “c’mon. more of that after but in your bed.”

and well. paige would be crazy to refuse. 

she latches sleepily onto azzi’s back as they stumble down the hallway, and paige knows azzi has missed her because she doesn’t complain when she stays tucked up against her side throughout their entire nighttime routine– even while they brush their teeth at the same time, knocking elbows– and making the process of getting ready for bed highly inefficient. 

they shed their day clothes simultaneously, and paige bats a t-shirt out of azzi’s hands when she goes to put one on, pressing her now naked front up against azzi’s bare back and running her hands down from her ribs to her hips, grunting in protest at the idea of azzi covering any skin. azzi glares, entirely non-threateningly, over her shoulder.

“s’too late for that. sleep only. save it for tomorrow.”

“yes, ma’am.” she presses a kiss to her shoulder, “just like to feel you.”

azzi melts immediately– score– and when they climb into bed, paige instantly pulls azzi into her arms, relishing in the skin on skin contact and burrowing them under the covers.

she curls closer, trying to crawl inside azzi’s skin, and presses a contented sigh into her shoulder as their legs tangle. “goodnight, rookie of the year azzi fudd.”

her responding giggle is soft and just for paige, and she wants to bottle up the sound and keep it for a day when she’s desperately missing this. “night, p. love you.”

they drift off in seconds, and paige sleeps better than she has in weeks. 

…

when she wakes, a second time, it’s to little rays of sunlight slipping through the cracks in her blinds and the vision of azzi sleeping peacefully next to her, head pillowed on paige’s bicep and face relaxed. 

her heart clenches in her chest at the view and she takes a second to imprint the sight to memory, eyes tracing the slope of azzi’s nose and the birthmark on her jawline and the dark smudge of her lashes. it feels peaceful in a way that waking up first in their dorms in storrs and watching azzi sleep had never been.

aside from the fact that she’s only gotten to wake up next to her a measly four times since july, she also relishes in the security of an azzi that was entirely hers in her arms. 

she’d spent years stirring to the same sight, but never for the reasons paige had so desperately dreamed of, and it was surreal, in a way, to know that she could gently shake azzi awake and kiss her as much as she pleased. 

she’d done just that their first night together, in this very bed. paige had jerked awake before dawn with wet eyes and the crippling fear that she’d dreamed up the entirety of the prior day's events, and even the sight of azzi sleeping steadily beside her hadn’t been enough to stop the racing of her heart. she’d coaxed azzi awake, gently, just to kiss her, to cement it as real, and azzi had caught on immediately to her insecurity, whispering reassurances and apologies into paige’s skin until they’d both drifted off again, appeased. 

paige loves her so much. 

she’d almost forgotten, in the year they’d started referring to as the between, how well they could read each other's thoughts, and she’d missed the intimacy and comfort of just being so wholly understood by someone else. 

they’d slotted right back together as if they’d never been separated, except this time with awesome things like blatant flirting and sex and transparent feelings, and after spending so many years pining after azzi and thinking hopelessly that she’d never have her in the way that she truly wanted, whenever she’s reminded that she does have her, she gets a little bit breathless.

her attention is pulled from her nauseatingly sappy thoughts when azzi begins to stir, blinking awake slowly, and paige watches, enraptured, trying to catalogue every flutter of her eyelashes, every shift of her brow. she opens her eyes briefly, and glances at the way paige is unashamedly observing her, before closing them again and nestling closer, smile growing on her face. 

paige curls the arm azzi’s been using as a pillow tighter around her side, wanting her even closer, and is delightfully reminded by the bare skin of azzi’s lower back that they opted out of clothes the night before. beautiful. past paige was so thoughtful. 

“s’rude to stare, y’know,” azzi mumbles into the skin of her shoulder, eyes still shut. 

paige debates if she wants to be sentimental or annoying in response. being strictly sentimental might have quicker morning sex odds, but why choose one path when you can have both? 

“can’t help it, you’re too beautiful.” her voice comes out raspy in the way she knows azzi loves, and she fights to keep her smirk internal when the brunette’s cheeks flush. incredible. she’s so in there.

azzi pokes her gently in the stomach, yawns (extremely cutely), and says “corny this morning.” 

“s’not corny if it’s true.”

“that just made it doubly as corny.”

“whatever. missed you while we were sleeping.” paige’s grin is wide and pleased, and azzi fights a smile, nose scrunching. paige wants to bite her nose. mornings apparently give her cuteness aggression. 

“how’s that possible when you told me on facetime last week that you dream about me every night.” 

paige brushes a thumb over the smooth skin of azzi’s cheekbone, soft and fond. “s’not the same as the real-life thing.”

azzi rolls her eyes, disbelieving. “alright prince charming.” 

paige flicks her forehead affectionately, and they lapse into a comfortable silence for a minute.

and then azzi makes a point to be a pest and drags her frigid toes up paige’s calf, nudging at the back of her knees, and it’s extremely annoying, and entirely unsexy. 

in an completely unrelated turn of events, heat pools like lava in paige’s core, and her abs clench on instinct. 

azzi laughs, disbelieving and gleeful, and pushes up on her arm a little bit to look down at paige. “there is no way that turned you on.” 

paige has been more or less half turned on since the second azzi got here last night. 

“bruh,” paige turns her face away from azzi in defiance and grunts, “it didn’t.”

“really,” the brunette’s fingers tease down paige’s stomach, and she grins, taunting, when goosebumps erupt across paige’s abdomen. “so you’re saying if i move my hand down-” she drags knuckles lower and ghosts a touch over the apex of her thighs “-here, i won't find you wet?” 

her voice comes out low and intentional, and paige doesn’t know how the mood switched so fast but she’s absolutely not complaining one bit. 

it’s too early to come up with a quick response, so instead paige just surges up to kiss her, tongue slipping in almost immediately, and she shifts azzi fully on top of her when she returns the kiss with the same fervor. 

it’s languid and heated all in one, and paige lets herself bask in the feeling of having azzi on top of her for the first time in weeks, dragging her hands across her back and down to grip her ass, swallowing her moan at the contact. 

“g’morning,” azzi says when they break apart to breathe, smile radiant and achingly beautiful, and paige can feel her own answering grin splitting across her face. 

“excellent, fantastic morning.”

azzi giggles– paige wants to wake up to that sound for the rest of her life– before dragging her mouth down to paige’s neck and trailing kisses down her throat to her collarbone, careful not to leave any marks. this cautiousness must fly out the window when she gets to paige’s tit, however, because she immediately sucks a bruise into the soft skin of her flesh, before continuing on a warpath down across paige’s abdomen. 

she starts at her navel, biting a mark into the muscle of her stomach and pausing to admire, before repeating the process twice more, moving down. by the time she gets to paige’s pelvis, she’s downright dripping, hips twitching against azzi’s arms and begging for contact. 

“azzi, baby, you’re killin’ me,” she slurs, when the younger girl sucks a particularly deep bruise into the meat of her inner thigh, so close to where paige needs her. 

“i’ll get there, be patient,” she says, voice unfairly clear in comparison to paige, eyes dark and teasing. paige has never been particularly patient to begin with, and if she expects her to start now, she’s sorely mistaken.

“need it now, please,” she keens. it seems she’s not above begging this morning, and she’d be embarrassed if it weren’t for how hot the brunettes gaze is, how affected she looks from between paige’s legs.

“need what?” she simpers, the bitch, breath blowing across paige’s cunt in a way that must be intentional. 

paige nearly cries at the ghost of sensation, arching her back in search of more, and whines out “your mouth, please azzi, need it,” hands coming down to tangle in her hair.

it seems azzi is feeling accommodating this morning, because she smiles, bites at the mark she’s just left high on paige’s quad, and then dives in, flattening her tongue immediately and lapping at paige’s dripping center like she’s starving for it. 

and jesus christ, paige is so super not gonna last if she keeps this up. because paige is worked up from the teasing, and from azzi’s general presence, and from the fact that she just slept naked next to her after almost a month of not seeing her. and also the fact that azzi has decided to fucking devour her, hands pressing into paige’s thighs to keep her steady, tongue dragging down to her hole and circling before tracing back up to suck at her clit. 

she repeats that motion several times, before moving down to focus at paige’s cunt, thrusting her tongue inside and letting her nose brush the bundle of nerves above, and. 

and usually, under normal circumstances, paige takes a minimum of ten minutes to come. usually, also, however, paige is not being given the most attentive head of her life, and isn’t coming off a month of being touch starved.

thus, it only takes a few minutes before she’s slurring out  “fuck, azzi m’gonna come fuck,” hips trying to grind up into the younger girls tongue. 

azzi nods, the movement nudging paige’s clit, and breathes out “want you to, please.”

she sounds almost as desperate for it as paige is, like she needs her to come this instant, and this thought combined with another purposeful lick at paige's entrance has her coming with a cry, the world falling away beneath her. 

her vision goes white, hips twitching as her orgasm crashes down onto her, and her legs tighten around azzi’s head. 

but azzi keeps going, flicking her tongue around to trace at paige’s entrance as she spasms, and she whines when paige tugs her off, like she’s actually upset. 

jesus fuck.

if paige hadn’t come literally seconds prior, the sound alone would’ve pushed her off the ledge. 

her whole body is buzzing, limbs lax against the sheets, and she grins lazily down at azzi when her body begins to resume normal functioning. 

“be honest, are you cheating on me?”

“baby, what,” azzi laughs, full and surprised, as she crawls up paige’s stomach and returns to prime kissing range. 

this means that paige has to kiss her for a second, slow and intimate, and she gets distracted by the taste of herself on azzi’s lips and how hot it is to have her in her lap again, nerves still buzzing with her release. 

and then they part for a second, and paige remembers her question. she elaborates,“how did you get better at that. gonna make a girl suspicious.” she pairs this thought with an exaggerated pout for good measure. 

“you’re ridiculous,” azzi says, smiling, trying to lean back down and slot their lips back together, but paige holds her still, stubborn.

“you didn’t deny it.” 

“oh my god. there’s only you, p.” 

“swear?”

“swear,” she says firmly, indulgently, and pairs it with another lingering kiss. 

and then azzi shifts on top of her, but she’s too distracted by her mouth to notice the new placement of azzi’s legs until she grinds down, and paige’s brain shuts off when she realizes that azzi has maneuvered their hips so that their cores are aligned, clits grinding together whenever she rocks down. 

it should be too much sensation– and it is, she’s just come– but she chases the feeling anyways with a strangled cry, feeling her entire body shudder when she realizes what azzi’s goal is.

she wrenches their mouths apart when azzi grinds down again and her head drops back against the pillows. “azzi, fuck,” she moans, and her hips move away from the feeling on instinct, still reeling from her first orgasm. 

“s’it too much?” azzi breathes, and. isn’t that a great question. 

because it is– she’s so sensitive that the pressure of azzi’s hips on her own hurts a little bit– but she doesn’t really want azzi to stop, despite that, so she just chokes out a groan and holds the brunette’s hips above hers for a second, giving herself time to breathe.  

azzi’s kneeling, a little awkwardly, above, and it would be an uncomfortable position to hold steady if it weren’t for the strong muscle of her thighs, flexing a little bit as she hovers, looking like a fucking godess-sex-demon-angel-creature. or something. 

she’s looking down with half-lidded, knowing eyes, and she keeps eye contact as she drags two fingers through the slick at her own core and then grazes paige’s, hips twitching, before mixing their wetness together on her fingers. 

paige watches, in a trance, and her blood gets so hot at the vision that she has to look away for a second to contain herself. 

“fuck, azzi.” 

she doesn’t think she’s said anything but those two words for the past ten minutes. 

“you wanna taste?” she asks, and before paige answers, she’s moving her fingers up to paige’s mouth and asking for entrance and jesus fucking christ. 

paige’s body might ascend to a higher plane

she opens, immediately, and the taste of them mixing together on the pads of azzi’s fingers has her moaning, desperately and without restraint, hips moving up to find azzi’s again despite the sensitivity. she licks at azzi’s two fingers, sucking them further into her mouth and watching the azzi’s expression, her eyes stay transfixed on paige’s mouth. distantly, she appreciates how turned on and wild the other girl looks too, her composure slipping with every movement of paige’s tongue, every meeting of their hips.

“we taste good together?” she asks, voice low, before removing her finger from paige’s mouth to allow her to answer. 

paige can only nod vigorously, though, not sure that she’s capable of words right now considering azzi is trying to kill her. 

the brunette grins wickedly. “wanna taste it.”

she repeats the process from before, dragging her fingers– still damp from paige’s tongue– through her own slick, before sliding them briefly into paige’s entrance. the intentional stroke leaves paige gasping, but she doesn’t get a chance to catch her breath because instead of bringing her fingers to her own mouth, azzi returns to paige’s, pressing them down on her tongue and ensuring their mixed wetness coats her mouth before she’s dipping down to kiss her, hungry and desperate. 

holy fucking shit. 

the action has paige already close to the edge of another orgasm like it’s nothing, hips grinding together and mouths moving messily. she doesn’t know where azzi learned this, doesn’t even want to know, but she just counts her lucky fucking stars that she gets to experience the hottest thing in the universe. 

in an ideal world, paige would wait for azzi to work herself up in tandem with her, would be able to stave off her own orgasm until they could come together. this simply is not possible, however, with how keyed up she already is from getting eaten out, and how hot it is to have azzi moving above her, just as desperate, and the vision of her, fucked out expression and curls bouncing as she grinds their cores together with reckless abandon. 

she grips azzi’s hips to assist her, adding more force to her thrusts, and azzi must be able to tell that she’s close from the noises she’s making– paige has long since stopped paying attention to the string of needy whines coming out of her mouth, too pleasure drunk to care– because she asks, voice desperate, “you gonna come for me again, paige?”

paige keens an affirmative “yeah, gonna come, fuck,” and azzi makes an approving noise in the back of her throat, reaching down to tug at one of paige’s nipples. 

the new sensation, combined with a particularly delicious grind of their hips and the view of azzi’s concentrated, pleasure-ridden expression has paige arching off the bed and coming with a scream, azzi’s name tearing from her throat. 

blood rushes to her ears, muscles spasming, and she tugs azzi off immediately, pulling her up to straddle her abs as paige’s body tries to catch up to the earthquake that just tore through her. 

she’s sure she takes a minute to come down, and when she blinks her eyes open, she’s met with the sight of azzi hovering over her, looking like she’s desperately trying not to grind too hard into paige’s stomach, biting her lip, and the view almost makes her come again on the spot. 

she looks angelic— in a demonic, sinner sort of way? if that’s possible?— curls framing her face, lips bitten raw, a flush spreading down from her cheekbones to her chest. 

“you back with us?” she asks, self satisfied and teasing. which is like. fair, because she’s just absolutely ruined paige, twice, but also. paige needs to even the playing field a little bit. can’t have her getting too big a head. 

there’s a reason paige usually gets her off first– more than just for her own enjoyment of seeing azzi fall apart. because if she doesn’t fuck an orgasm out of the younger, coax out the needy side, she gets an ego like this. paige is determined to fix that. 

she raises an eyebrow and tightens her hold on azzi’s hips in response, before pulling her down so her cunt grinds hard, on the taught skin of paige’s abdomen. 

immediately, she keens, head thrown back, and her hands fly up to her chest to play with her own nipples, fingers tracing the skin of her areola and squeezing. she’s dripping, slick pooling on paige’s stomach, and the feeling of it makes paige dizzy with the desire to get her off.

she keeps her hands rocking azzi down into her stomach and back up, watching the arousal echo across her face and down the rest of her body, and when azzi moans particularly loudly at the feeling of her clit pressing down, paige smirks. “you wanna come, baby?”

azzi keens. “yeah. please.”

paige just hums, and stops the movement entirely, holding her still and relishing in the broken whine that she releases when paige prevents her from grinding down again to get friction. 

she curls her hands behind azzi’s thighs and tugs, almost moaning at the feeling of the strength of her quads and the drag of azzi’s wetness up her navel and in between the valley of her breasts. she looks confused for all of two seconds before realization crashes over her face, and she keens, even before paige tugs her over her mouth. 

she pulls azzi fully over her, gazing at her fluttering cunt, the soft pink just begging for her mouth, and when azzi whines again, waiting, paige listens, settling her over her mouth and immediately getting to work. 

she drags her tongue through her soaked folds, and she feels like a dying man in a desert who’s just found an oasis, moaning at the taste of azzi on her tongue and relishing in the answering moans she can hear above her. 

she sucks at her clit for a few seconds, and smirks into her when azzi’s thighs twitch, before switching to her entrance, tracing slowly and then thrusting in, slick dripping down her chin. 

“please, paige– i need it please– love your mouth so much–” azzi sounds absolutely wrecked above her, and paige thinks that if she could pick the way she dies this would be her choice in a heartbeat: azzi, needy and pliant above her, blissed out expression on her face and moans of paige’s name tumbling from her lips, the muscle of her thighs caging paige in and the taste of her, sharp and sweet, flooding her senses. 

she knows she’s close, can feel it in the tremor of her legs and the grind of her hips and the clench of her walls around her tongue, and when azzi breathes out “so close, please,” and throws her head back, paige drags one of the hands that’s been holding azzi’s thigh to her entrance, curling two fingers immediately into her cunt to press down on her g-spot and sucking at her clit, hard. 

and azzi positively sobs above her, clamping her legs down firmly and cutting off paige’s ability to breathe as she comes, wetness flooding out of her. paige keeps at it, licking her through it, watching as she keeps her head tipped back, fingers still clutching her breast. she looks positively sinful. 

azzi slumps backwards when the last of her orgasm washes away, and paige reaches up to maneuver them into her desired post-sex cuddle position– fronts pressed together and legs tangled. 

it’s a little sweaty, and there’s slick all over paige stomach and thighs, and more on azzi, but they curl into each other anyways, contentment settling deep in their bones. 

“missed that,” she says, pressing a messy kiss to azzi’s forehead, “solid elven out of ten.”

she mumbles “fourteen,” in response and bats at paige’s shoulder lazily, somehow pressing even closer, and paige laughs softly at how needy azzi always gets after sex, wanting to be practically inside paige’s skin. she’s never once minded, knows with certainty she never will. 

she wonders if there will ever be a time when she gets used to the sex– both how good it is, always, and just how unreal it feels to have azzi like that, under her or above her but always wholly paige’s. 

she doubts it. 

she thinks that if she had to pick a moment to hold on to forever it would be this one, them tangled together, skin on skin, just basking in the warmth of each other, and the intimacy of it makes her feel light headed in the best way possible.

they doze for a bit, sun casting shadows through the blinds over azzi’s back and making her look holy in the morning light. 

azzi starts drawing lines, softly, over her stomach at one point, and paige glances down at where her fingers are tracing the marks she’d left on paige’s abdomen and then back to azzi’s self satisfied face. “possessive, hmm?’

“yeah,” she breathes, and then presses down on the biggest one. “mine.” 

and. well. paige is wet again. 

she rolls her eyes a little bit at azzi’s conviction, like she has the need to scare everyone else off, which is absurd. “been yours since we were, like, sixteen.”

“yeah.” azzi smiles and nips paige’s shoulder. “been yours too, y’know. even if i didn’t know the depth of it.” she laughs a little before continuing, “used to get so fucking jealous when you would flirt with girls in front of me, but i convinced myself it was cause they didn’t deserve you.” 

“yeah?” paige grins, wide and happy, something settling in her stomach at the idea that azzi had been just as possessive as her in college even if she didn’t know why. 

azzi nods in paige’s shoulder. “mmhm. i was so stupid. teenage paige was much smarter, should’ve just listened to her.”

“maybe, maybe not. she was a little overeager,” paige says, wistfully. her sixteen year old self had thought they’d be locked in by the time they were twenty, probably would’ve, like, proposed by twenty-two. she’d definitely be a little disbelieving at how long it took them to get here, but she’d think it was all worth it if paige gave her the details. especially if she emphasized how pretty azzi sounds sitting on paige’s face. 

azzi breathes out a laugh, seemingly agreeing. “true. it’s probably a little soon to be married with like, seven kids which is i’m guessing what we’d be according to her life plans.” 

she says it so casually, like the thought of marrying paige, having kids with her, isn’t some ridiculous idea but instead a given. as if it was obviously part of their future one way or another. paige’s heart flutters sickeningly in her chest. 

her grin is a little soft on her face when she asks “yeah? gonna let me put a ring on you?”  and it’s supposed to be teasing but she just sounds entirely soft and hopeful. whatever. 

“yeah,” azzi smiles radiantly right back. “if the ring’s big enough, probably,” she adds airly. 

paige laughs, bright and disbelieving. “liar. you wanna marry me so bad.” she basks in the thoughts of their future, giddy. “an’ imma put at least seven kids in you, mama. prolly more.”

azzi hums happily in agreement. “i’m maxing you out at ten.” 

“so we can run five on fives?”

“exactly.” 

they sit in contented silence for a minute, and paige lets herself revel in the future that azzi is laying in front of them as the other girl curls closer, hiding her face from the blonde. 

“speaking of like- putting a baby in me,” azzi starts, and paige’s ears perk up. this promises to be a delightful sentence. 

she fiddles with paige’s fingers and stays buried in her shoulder, shy. “could we maybe- if you like- if you like wanted- maybewecouldgetastrap.”

the last part comes out jumbled together, and it takes a second for paige to process. and then.

her brain whites out. 

wow her life was awesome. like so, so awesome. 

despite the fact she just came, twice mind you, heat pools immediately in her core, and she feels a little lightheaded from the idea. her imagination is having one of its best days in a while. oscar worthy film productions are being written. 

they are so having sex again before they get up. 

a slow, obscene grin drifts across her face. “azzi fudd, you’re filthy.”

“whatever. your hips just twitched.” she burrows further into paige’s neck.

“i’m ordering one as soon as we get out of bed,” paige agrees, and then, just to be annoying, “gonna get a neon green one for the wings.” 

“absolutely not,” comes azzi’s indignant response, though paige can feel the smile against her skin.

she gasps in mock offense and rolls them over so she can look down at azzi’s wonderful, flushed face beneath her. she pouts.  “you sayin’ you won’t love our children if they turn out a little green? i can’t help what i am.”

it says something about how sickeningly in love she is, probably, that they’re discussing sex toys and she’s focussed on the thought of how endearing it would be to have imaginary little green alien kids of theirs running around. whatever.

azzi rolls her eyes, affection seeping out of her pores. “i’m saying that if you come anywhere near me with a chartreuse dick i’m calling the police.”

paige is sure her grin is enormous. “yeah, baby? what’re you gonna tell ‘em– that your incredibly hot girlfriend wants to fu-”

azzi cuts her off with a kiss. “shut the fuck up.”

they absolutely have sex again before they get up. 

…

paige has to be at the practice facilities at one, so they eventually drag themselves out of bed around eleven, the blonde grumbling the entire time about leaving the warmth of her comforter. 

they bicker in the shower over where they should go on vacation during the offseason (they settle on azzi’s idea, hawaii, because paige relents immediately when she mentions the word bikini), argue about how many vegetables azzi puts in paige’s omelet while they’re cooking (“you need nutrients, paige, they’ll make your muscles stronger.” “you seemed to think my muscles were plenty impressive earlier, given the bite marks on my abs.” “just shut the fuck up and eat your eggs.”), and fight over who has to sit on the rickety bar stool while they eat (they compromise with azzi on paige’s lap on the good stool, and only feel half as ridiculous as they should.)

it's the best morning paige has had in quite some time. 

and then azzi drops her at the facilities, driving paige's car, with a lingering kiss over the console and a “love you, baby, gonna kill it,” before promising to go grocery shopping and stock up on even more vegetables to torment paige with, and she could cry at the domesticity. 

she doesn’t, but. it's a near thing. 

she walks into their shoot around with the most lovesick smile on her face, feeling like she’s floating on air.

the aces won’t know what hit ‘em. 

…

the game is physical in the way only the knockout game of a playoff series can be– elbows jabbing with a little more force than usual and boxing out more aggressively than strictly necessary. paige is expecting this, is prepared for this, and even knocks in her own unusually rough shoulder bump when an aces player throws too much weight behind a screen. 

it’s a close but winnable game by the time the fourth quarter rolls around, and paige can taste the championship finals. she’s proud of her efforts, 21 points overall and 12 from the three. (she always shoots threes a little better when azzi is near, like her impeccable form rubs off on paige).

the wings start really trailing away after a three from maddy puts them up by 9 with four minutes remaining, and las vegas goes from physical to downright reckless, trying to do anything to get a block, a steal, some points. 

young gets the ball to start the aces next play, and paige narrows in to guard her, aware that there’s a screen incoming. it still catches her off guard, however, when a player– she can’t even tell who it happens so fast– collides with her back and gets tangled with paige’s already moving body, somehow catching on her jersey and sending them both tumbling, hard, to the ground. 

paige lands smack on her back, head thumping against the floor, and she takes a second to evaluate the damage. her head is throbbing, dull ache already spreading through her skull, but her limbs seem to be relatively fine, and her jersey is rucked up high on her chest somehow from how the aces player– whose identity is still a mystery to paige and who is lying in a heap a foot away. she covers her face with her hands in an attempt to block out the noise of the crowd and decipher if this feels like a minor annoyance type of injury or a big fuck up. 

nothing seems broken, which is good. 

a little deliriously, she wonders if maybe this clip will go viral, what with her abs being out and her head tipped back in pain. is that weird to be thinking about? she doesn’t really care. 

when she establishes that she’s pretty sure she doesn’t have a concussion, she widens the fingers over her eyes and peeks up at the circle of teammates around her. 

she’s expecting to see some concerned looks, considering she just fell pretty hard and might have hit her head, which is why she’s bewildered by their smirks of amusement, and only a few concerned comments.

“you okay there, lil’ paigey?” says nai, who’s squatting to her left, positively gleeful, and instead of gesturing at her head, like a good, concerned teammate, pokes paige in the stomach, laughing. 

“bruh, what the fuck,” she grits out, and covers her eyes fully with her hands again. maybe if she acts more injured, dijonai will stop being so annoying. 

but even maddy, usually a little more motherly in that regard, looks at paige a little funny when she asks sympathetically, “how bad does your head hurt?”

before she can respond, jj piles on immediately with shit eating grin on her face, saying “her head or her stomach,” and paige finally sits up enough to glance down in confusion. 

distantly, she hears nai say “we should ask azzi,” but she’s too busy looking at the unmistakable trail of marks starting from her navel and sensually trailing down past her waistband from where azzi had been focussed this morning. 

and ohmygod. 

paige now understands why everyone is trying not to laugh at her. 

she jerks her head back up in panic, frantically shoving her jersey back down across her stomach, and generally contemplates how bad it would be to try and hang herself from the basketball hoop. 

jesus fuck she is going to kill herself. 

the hickies were, like, so extremely visible. to everyone. for at least fifteen seconds.

to like. the entire arena probably. and the millions of people watching on tv–

“i don’t- um. it’s not,” she stutters, hands trying to shove her jersey back into the waistband of her shorts while still sitting, eyes wide and cheeks burning. 

this might be the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to her. probably. 

azzi is going to murder her. 

the medical staff crowd in just as arike whistles out a low “she claimed yo ass reallll nice huh, paigey. gotchu all marked up.” fucking bitch. 

and paige has no response, couldn’t even give one if she wanted to anyways because their trainer is helping her onto her feet, and grilling her about her fall. 

she actually thinks she might collapse from the humiliation. 

her ears and cheeks are probably redder than a tomato. 

as the medical staff usher her over the bench to get her evaluated, she glances involuntarily over to where her family and friends are sitting courtside. nika and kk are on either side of azzi absolutely cracking up, and surely saying something exceedingly inappropriate, while azzi stands in the middle, hands over her face. 

awesome awesome awesome. 

it's not like they’d been trying to hide their relationship– it’d be kind of hard to come up with excuses as to why they’d been spotted flying to random cities just to get less than 24 hours together and posting random funny anecdotes from their time together on social media– but this is a level of out there that was sort of undeniable if you were paying attention. it was quite clear that someone had given paige those marks– she supposed a cupping excuse wasn’t going to cut it– and it wouldn’t be hard to put the pieces together on who that had been, especially given the fact that azzi had been spotted in the dallas airport the night before. the plausible deniability of the nature of their relationship had sort of just crumbled into nothing.

cool cool cool cool cool. 

like azzi can feel her eyes from across the court, she lifts her hands for a second and makes eye contact with paige. her cheeks are crimson, concern and embarrassment warring across her face and eyes wide like she can’t believe that's just happened, and yet. 

she looks like the prettiest girl in the arena, prettiest girl in the world. 

and paige can’t help the lopsided, guilty grin that spreads across her face. she’s sure this will be clipped a million times, but she doesn’t even care because the embarrassment is sort of fading away. 

because everyone with half a brain cell now knows that paige definitely belongs to azzi fudd. and that’s the best thing she’s ever accomplished– certainly not something to be ashamed of– and. whatever. let people talk. 

paige can see azzi roll her eyes from all the way in her spot on the sidelines, and her smile only grows, pleased and unabashed, and then turns to give the poor trainer her full attention. 

the short rest of the game involves paige enduring a litany of comments from the bench while trying to convince the training staff and coach to let her back in, insisting that she’s not concussed. she’s unsuccessful, but the wings pull off the win anyways, and then she gets to bask in the glory of a trip to the league championship, which is fucking awesome.

she breezes through the post game handshakes and celebration with her head held high, humoring the comments about making sure she ices her head and her stomach, and simply sits with the euphoria of winning the series. 

when her friends and family are finally allowed onto the court, she’s still sweating, confetti sticking to her jersey and grin wide across her face as she catches drew when he leaps into her arms. 

“you and azzi are nasty,” he says, instead of congratulating her. of course. brotherly love in all its wonderful glory.

“bruh shut up,” she says, shoving him off with a hand to his forehead. “fuck outta here.” 

he just cackles maniacally, and runs off, surely going to find dijonai, his favorite. 

and then azzi herself is in front of paige, smiling small and proud, a little sheepish. 

paige’s grin turns impossibly fond, a little cocky. “hey there, baby.”

“hi,” she says, eyes furtively looking around to see who’s paying attention to them. she must either not realize that the answer to that is everyone or decide she doesn’t care, because she brings a hand up to paige’s cheek and asks earnestly, “you okay? it's not a concussion, right?”

paige smiles at the concern- it's ridiculous how a simple gesture like that can make her cheeks flush– and shakes her head. “nah, we chillin’. you can still kiss it better though.”

azzi just groans, and pulls the older girl in for a hug. “bro. imma kill myself. or you. haven’t decided which yet.”

“nooooo,” she drags out, wrapping her arms tighter around azzi’s back and pulling her closer. “don’t do that, i like you possessive. gotta make sure everyone knows i won jus’ for you.”

azzi huffs, sending goosebumps skittering across the skin of paige’s shoulder, and pokes paige’s side. “makin’ it real hard to want to congratulate you.”

paige grins into her shoulder. “you gonna let me kiss you as a prize since everybody knows i’m yours now?”

“no,” azzi whines, emphatically, and then hums like she’s reconsidering, smile pressed into her skin, and paige knows she doesn’t really care that everyone will be in their business now either, can feel the humiliation in azzi falling away. “beat the liberty for me and i’ll think about it.”

as motivators go, it’s a fairly good one. 

(the wings do not win the championship, and it’s a heartbreaking, well fought loss, but azzi kisses her anyways– wet cheeks and cameras around them be damned– and as consolation prizes go, it’s pretty up there. paige promises sweetly that they’ll win it the following year against the mystics and gets an elbow in the stomach as retaliation.)

(a clip of that interaction goes almost as viral as the tv clip of paige’s fall in the semis: her, getting dragged to the floor by her jersey and immediately covering her face in pain, the hickies ridiculously visible to the camera, and carrying an undeniable insinuation. the broadcast must desperately want to change the stream to a less graphic display because they immediately switch it to the camera view of paige’s family and friends, who begin to realize what’s on paige’s abdomen and who immediately turn to azzi in amused disbelief. the announcers stumble through a comical explanation of the people in frame, and one laughs when the other says and that is azzi fudd, probable rookie of the year for the mystics and paige bueckers’ uh. close friend.)(it's not the worst thing that’s ever been part of paige’s digital footprint, even if her mother disagrees.)

AN: badda bing badda boom. such concludes this journey fr fr fr this time. this was ridiculous I'm. deeply sorry if you wanted plot. if you give me a comment/ask/anything I will personally kiss you on the mouth I'm so serious they make me so happy and motivate me so much. ily for reading <333333 ok bye

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Hey guys. Guess who caved and bought the Bass.EXE kotobukiya model kit.

Me.

IT'S OK I PROMISE IN AM IN A FINANCIALLY STABLE POSITION TO BE SPENDING MONEY My old man said he'd defend my honor (aka back me up on ny impulsive purchasing decision) as long as I put 20% of every paycheck I get into my savings account so I've been doing that. Pretty good financial advice if you have the luxury of getting to save good chunks of your paychecks. I'm very fortunate to be able to do so, and I'm trying my best to save as much money as I can... even if me buying this kit doesn't look like it LMAO. I am impulsive but I'm very conscious of that, and every purchase I make has a lot of deliberation involved in it (30 minutes minimum, usually, of internal debate), so when I do make big purchases like this, it's the result of days of thinking and extensive use of a calculator. So even though he is a bit pricey (and to be honest, I did NOT buy him from Kotobukiya's site itself, instead from a rather trusted distributor where I ended up paying less than I would have on the official site), I feel rather comfortable in my decision knowing that I calculated my spending and everything to be accomodating of the purchase and know where my finances stand for the next month or so. Let me be a showcase that you can spend impulsively... responsibly LMAO.

ANYWAY it is officially being shipped to me (YAY) and once I get it I'm actually going to live update yall on the building process like I originally said I was gonna do with nightmare zero. Maybe I can get up a recording to show the building in a timelapse? Idk. I know he's gonna take me some time to build tho because... my boy looks complicated as HELL. But hes cool soooooo WORTH IT!!

Ok yap session over I gotta go walk a dog BYE FOR NOW NETTO.EXE OUT-

i just found out that kotobukiya is releasing a Bass.EXE model kit LITERALLY NEXT MONTH HOW DID I NOT KNOW- he looks sooo good but on kotobukiya and US selling sites he is $96.99 and, while i do currently have a job and make money, i dont make THAT much money.... but he looks so coool..... fdgjdasfgha

eternally cursed to be sad i guess LOLLLL im not letting myself make any drastic financial decisions right now because it's late but man if i had more expendable cash god knows I'd be preordering his ass right this damn second. I'm having a bit too much fun with model kits right now and that dude has a poseable cloak. I need him but I also need to save money.

anyway IF ANY OF YALL WANT HIM NOWS THE TIME TO PREORDER HIM I GUESS. IT'S A KOTOBUKIYA MODEL JUST LOOK IT UP ONLINE HE WILL SHOW UP AND HE'S BEAUTIFUL since I can't get him one of you all has to. Bring that boy to life.

Anyway it's late so-

Netto.EXE signing off for the night!

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Remmick NSFW Alphabet

This is pretty self explanatory. I haven't really formatted this or proof read it, I'll do that tomorrow. Right now I'm tired and need to sleep lol but I wanna get this posted since it just came to me. Wrote this in my notes app bc I couldn't be bothered opening docs, thats how quick this came to me lol so theres not even spell check really.

I do personally prefer sub remmick but I've tried to have a mix in here of both because I think it's more realistic to him as a character. I might add some more stuff it tomorrow idk.

Warnings: nsfw content, mentions of drinking blood, one section with gore mention that you can skip, idk i can't remember tbh

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn't like to clean you up after sex. Not because he doesn't care but because he likes how you look all dirty and messy. So cleanup is out of the question unless you're willing to wait 30 minutes for him to have his fill, by which point he's usually ready to again lol. He does like to cuddle though, he's quite a physical guy and keeping contact with you is important to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He really likes your hands. I've made a post already about how he likes to have your fingers in his mouth and i stand by that. So i wont say too much about it again here.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's nasty guys. He like to cum on you. His favourite place is probably your stomach but he doesn't really care where as long as he can see it dripping down you. He cums a lot and because he's a vampire he can go again pretty quickly, probably after like 10 minutes, so by the end of the night you're covered. He also likes to spread it around with his fingers cause he's a weirdo.

He will absolutely eat his own cum. When he cums in your mouth make sure to kiss him afterwards because he loves it, it gets him hard so quick. Or you can just scoop it up with your fingers and push it into his mouth.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Ok I have two things for this. The first one isn't particularly scandalous but it is something I think he'd be embarrassed by. When he's alone and feeling himself he imagines you and him back in his home town from when he was alive, living a quiet life in his childhood home. He loves to imagine you in the dresses the pretty girls used to wear when he was young. Honestly he creates pretty vivid scenarios, bringing you flowers back after a day working on the farm, putting your children to bed after dinner, undressing you slowly, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. Climbing into bed together and just making gentle love before falling asleep in each other's arms. He keeps this a secret because it goes against his whole philosophy that vampirism is a gift. You two can't have children, atleast not in that way, and he'll never be back in that little house on the farm.

Now for the actually dirty one. I'm not really sure how to explain this but I'm gonna try my best. Basically he likes being told to use parts of you. Like for example, being told he can only use your thighs or your hand to get off. There's something so degrading about it that just really gets him going. It's another one that he wouldn't be able to verbalise, but having to make himself cum while only being able to rut against the sole of your foot or the space between your thighs is humiliating in a hot way. He doesn't have specific body part fetishes, he's not into feet or anything specifically, it's just being told he can only touch that part of you i guess.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very but also not. He's had a lot of sex and he's very good at it, but he doesn't have much experience being vulnerable and having that Intimacy he would have with you if you're in an actual relationship. Remmick is also not very experienced with being cared for by someone and wanted in a way that goes beyond the physical. So yes, he can give you the best night you've ever had, but hold his hand and promise to stay with him forever and he's a bit stumped.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to look at your face so you'll often find yourself in some variation of missionary. Tbh I don't know all the fancy names and neither does remmick, he just wants to look at your eyes. He's quite fond of prone bone though and anything that let's him look up at you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely goes back and forth. I think simply through his nature or being a vampire, sex isn't always serious for him. He's very old and doesn't view sex in the same special way mortals might, especially in the 30s. But that doesn't mean it isn't special when he's with you. He always values your Intimacy together and often will be quite serious, especially if he's in a more melancholic mood. But he's a Goofy guy, he doesn't take things very seriously and he makes jokes in inappropriate situations that don't usually land. Obviously a lot of his silly guy persona was fake, but i think it's also clear from other interactions where he's trying to really connect with people that remmick is quite an odd guy and that does bleed through into sex. Sometimes he just does weird or random stuff. So yeah I think sex with remmick is a real mixed bag when it comes to seriousness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is not groomed at all. He is quite hairy and doesn't see a problem with that. He does trim every so often, but being from a time where shaving body hair just wasn't a thing, he doesn't often think about it. He has a lovely happy trail that leads right from his navel all the way down. He has thick dark curls down there that run wild. If it really bothered you, you could ask him to groom more but I don't think he would. He likes a hairy bush and doesn't get the modern fascination with hairless pussies and balls so he has no interest in it on himself. I just really isn't something he thinks about.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sex with remmick is always very intimate. Even when it isn't serious, the Intimacy is always there. There's a few reasons for this really. The first is that sex with remmick using involves one of you bleeding, and the exchange of blood is something he sees as very meaningful. It's not only his food source, the thing he survives on, but he also still has many old world believes about humours and the transfer of energy through blood. The second reason is that sex is one of the few times remmick will be vulnerable. You can really break down those walls and see another side of him, especially if you've been at it for a while. And the last is that if you're also a vampire, you and remmick have a mental link that connects all of your feelings, sensations and thoughts. There's really nothing more intimate than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it a lot lol. Being in a relationship does nothing to slow him down. Whether you're away from each other, in another room or sat right in front of him, it doesn't matter, he loves to feel himself up. He actually is quite a voyeur and loves to Jack off while you watch, especially if you give him instructions on how to do it. He also loves to have your smell around him while feeling himself, whether it's by just straight up sniffing you or from something of yours he has with him. He always takes something of yours with him when he goes on trips away, usually underwear or a scarf since those have the strongest scent but he'll even take a handkerchief if you offer it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Honestly, it's probably easier to list things he isn't into. But I'm gonna touch on one isn't haven't really seen or talked about before. Remmick is a masochist. He's also a sadist but there's plenty of fics about that. He loves being hurt. Honestly sometimes he goes too far with it, and he really needs a partner who cares about him enough to draw that line. He talks a big game but he has a lot of self hatred he refuses to acknowledge and pain is a good way for him to ignore that. So its good to put him in a control environment where you can make sure he doesn't go too far. Slap him, choke him, bite him, scratch him. He loves it all.

He also likes to be treated like a dog. I've mentioned this a few times on my blog now haha so hopefully I don't become that girl, but he is really into that. Make him crawl on his hands and knees, tell him to pick your hands, let him hump your leg, he loves it. He likes to lick your face a lot which can be a bit icky but indulge him. He like to be punished and rewarded, it's a good way to keep him in check. And he likes this dynamic outside of the bedroom as well. Send out on errands and call him a good boy when he does well. Give him head pats when hes good and smack him when he's bad. Ah I can't get carried away here.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. I've already talked about this but he will fuck you on the side of the road or in the middle of a bar he doesn't give a shit. He likes for people to watch and he likes to be dirty. But there is something special to him about a private bed, it's somewhat nostalgic and makes his old man brain feel good or something I guess.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Again, anything and everything. This man is so horny, he is ready to go 24/7. But simple things like the wind blowing through your hair, watching you walk barefoot through a field or the smell of you as you walk past, are often the ones that do it the most him. Oh and watching you perform, if you're some kind of artist. That really drives him wild.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't thing he likes the thought of really degrading someone he's actually in love with much. Don't get me wrong, he can be a mean dom when he wants, but I don't think he would ever do something that would actually make you feel bad. His whole world revolves around his partner, they're his god in a weird, possessive way, and he wouldn't do something like brand you or insult your physical appearance. He would also never make you feel bad about your personality. While he might call you a slut or pathetic, things like insulting you for being needy he just wouldn't do. I think he also would be interested in others degrading you. So while he enjoys bringing others into your sex life, it's purely for them to service you. He'll never tolerate someone insulting you in anyway.

He also won't let any of the fresh vampires near you because he doesn't think it's a good idea. Even if you're also a vampire, they can be too rowdy and he doesn't like it so yeah there's a waiting time for anyone freshly turned.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HES A MUNCH.

Cmon we all know that. This man loves eating pussy, day and night. If it was possible he would never stop. He loves the taste, the smell, the feeling of your legs squeezing his head. He just can't get enough. He eats like man starving, and he laps that shit up like a dog. He also moans so loud while eating you out. He honestly doesn't like 69 very much because he wants to focus on the task at hand lmao.

I also have to say, he loves sucking dick. He find it so relaxing, he could honestly fall asleep with a dick in his mouth. He loves to struggle on a big cock and he loves to take a small one fully into his mouth. The one thing I'm sad about is that I don't have a dick for this man to suck because it really is one of his favourite things.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ah it really depends. His mood changes quite quickly and that influences how he fucks. A session can start out one way and change up half way through. There's not much consistency with Remmick.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Remmick loves a quickie. He'll ask for them all the time, at every opportunity. God forbid you have to be somewhere on time because he will stop you at some point to ask for a quick fuck. Most of the time he asks for a quickie though, it isn't so he can fuck you, it's so he can get a taste of your pussy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes yes yes. He will give almost anything a try atleast once, although most things he's already done. He's also a massive voyeur as I said before so he doesn't care about getting caught. I mean he shares a hive mind so it doesn't really matter to him anyway.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He's a vampire so his Stamina is very good but not impossibly so. He can if he wants to last a long time each round but remmick is not a patient man so he usually doesn't. You can tell him to hold out though and then he's happy to. But to him it doesn't matter because whether he's cum or not, your fussy is getting eaten. He can go for quite a lot of rounds honestly, probably 4 or 5 most days but stretching up to 7 if he pushes it. But he still needs time between and he doesn't like to over do things so most days it's gonna be more like 2 to 3.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

What toys did they have in the 1930s? I'm not sure i need to do some reading on that. But I think remmick quite likes involving toys both on himself and you, whatever they are. He especially likes bondage on you both although he keeps breaking all the pretty rope you get.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man is the king of teasing. Good luck if he gets in one of these moods because there is no escape. It will start at dusk as soon you're up, with light touches and coy looks and continue right up until dawn when he finally let's you cum after hours of fucking you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Remmick is so loud jesus. If you have neighbours, they hate you. And if you're trying to stray hidden you'll have to gag him. Even then you can still hear his panting and muffled moans. He also talks none stop during sex, I mean really runs him mouth. The man does not know how to shut up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Big gore warning here, i personally feel a bit sick reading stuff like this even though I wrote it so just warning you guys first.

He wants you to bite him. Ok yeah that's obvious. But not just a few times, he wants you to cover him all over in deep, bloody bites. He wants it to hurt. He wants people to look at him and think he's been attacked by some wild animal. Honestly he wants you to eat him. To tear chunks off and swallow them. To crack his bones and tear parts off him. Break open his ribs and pull out his heart and rip pieces out with your teeth. He finds the idea of being consumed deeply erotic and also very intimate. It makes him feel very safe, knowing pieces of him are inside of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice and thick. Probably a solid 6 to 6.5 inches with a good girth. He stretches you out just right. Uncut and a red tip. Heavy balls that hang low.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

All day everyday, ask and you shall receive. He really is hungry as a dog lol.

You know he's ready for it when he starts drooling. The drool really isn't something he can control, it just happens when his body decides its time to eat which often gets mixed up with being horny. So yeah, it's pretty common for you to look over and see him covered in drool, mouth open and shameless.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall  asleep)

Depends. Some days he's straight to sleep while others he gets kinda sad and wistful after sex and stays awake watching you. He also gets kinda stressed you're gonna disappear or leave if he closes his eyes sometimes so you might occasionally find him staring at you for a long time. But your presence is very comforting for him and he always sleeps better with you.

[luuvprincess]

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Aubree POV 🍒

"So is your man coming out tonight?" My best friend Channel asked me. Channel has been my best friend since high school and she also my personal hair stylist and has been for years. Tonight was my album release party so I been out running around getting ready for tonight.

"No he's not and I don't even wanna talk about that man girl he pissed me off I haven't talked to him since Wednesday."

"Why what happened? Y'all was just fine and you just yapping about how excited you were that he was gonna be there." She said.

"Turns out he's not and he knew about this match he had for 2 weeks and didn't say anything so tonight I'm about to turn up and not think about him at all." I tell her.

"Are you serious? That's crazy." Nelly says as she set the curling iron down after finishing my last curl she grabbed the comb she then combed my curls.

"Mhmm I still love him but right now I ain't fucking with him might drunk text him later." I said causing her to laugh.

"Your funny bitch tryna act tough but you know damn well you miss that man you can't be mad him for long." 

"I think this might be the longest I've been mad at him..actually no it's not last year before we actually official got together I forgot what happened but I just know I didn't talk to him for like 4 days." I said.

"How did he make it up to you?" She asked looking at me through the mirror a smirked curled on my lip. "I know that look you got that good D didn't you?"

"Mhmm it bomb as fuck." I said.

"Lucky ass hoe been celibate for like 6 months now." She says.

"Let me know if you need someone girl he got plenty of cousins." I said.

"Just might take that offer." She said. After she finished my hair I payed her even though she wasn't tryna take my money.

"Nelly you're taking this money no excuse." I said.

"Damn girl you're annoying." She said playfully rolling her eyes. I got up from the chair checking myself in mirror. "Get over here so I could take my pictures and video."

Latto posted 2mins ago

Nellysbeautybar: yesss my bestie is baddd 😍😍😩

BrookylnNeaveh: SISSSS YOU LOOK GOOD 😩😩

Uceyjucey: Damn you Gorgeous mama 😍😍😍😩

Brandondademon: 😍😍

Uceyjucey: @Brandondadon move around my dawg 😒

Trinityfatu: idk @uceyjucey might have to take your girl 😍

"Thank you girl you are a lifesaver." I tell Nelly as I hugged her. "I'll see you later."

"Later babes." She said I walked out the shop walking to my car. I got in my car turning it on and I sat there for little. I seen that Joshua had texted me.

My heart 🥰❤️‍🩹: Ik you still mad at me mamas and im sorry I ain't tell you about my match I love you baby ❣️

Aubree🍒: It's not just about you not tell me it's more about that you known for weeks Jey you had plenty of time to tell me about it but you didn't 

My Heart 🥰❤️‍🩹: I said I'm sorry mamas

Aubree🍒: Sorry isn't enough Josh plus I'm not even mad that you can't come I understand your busy so you won't be able to come to all my events I'm just annoyed and little hurt that you weren't the one that told me and Trinity basically told me

Aubree🍒: I was very excited to be celebrating this accomplishment with my man you can ask Brook and Nelly they'll tell how I wouldn't shut up about you being here with me today😩

My Heart🥰❤️‍🩹: I promise imma make it up to you mama when I get home we gonna spend the weekend together just me and you no distractions.

Aubree🍒:You better 😒

Aubree🍒: I love you though good luck with your match daddy 🫶🏽

My Heart🥰❤️‍🩹: Chill mama you know whatchu doing 😑

My Heart🥰❤️‍🩹: But thank you love you more have fun at party hopefully this match is quick and we don't go nothing else to do

Aubree🍒: Okayyy daddy just let me know 😘

My Heart🥰❤️‍🩹: mama stop playing 😒

Aubree🍒: Whattt😌

I arrived at home and I just relaxed until it was time to actually get ready for the party. "BREE!" Brooklyn yelled. "Where you at girl I got tea!"

"In my makeup room!" I yelled back out to her. I heard enter the room out breath. "Bitch! Guess who I just seen at the mall today." She said.

"Who you see?" I asked.

"That little punk ass ex of yours why he was talking about he might pull to party." She said.

"Let his ass pull up and try something." I said rolling my eyes. "He commented under my post on instagram."

"Is Josh gonna be there?" She asked.

"I don't know yet hopefully." I answered as did my lip combo. We continued talk little about everything while I finished my makeup and I helped her with her makeup and hair.

I was a little annoyed because it's been a few hours and Joshua still hasn't even texted me if he was coming or not and I'm pretty sure all my friends and sister could tell that was bothering me. I stepped out a few times to call him no answer and I also sent a few text messages as well and still no answer.

"Bree put your phone down and come have drink and turn up, I'm sure he's on his way." Channel said.

"I just want a text knowing if he's coming or not that's it." I said rolling my eyes.

"Girl he probably got caught in some interviews you really think wants you to be at your party all pouting because he's not there...no so get your ass up and come drink." She said pulling me out my seat.

"Waittt let just me call one more time." I said.

"Girl no gimme your damn phone." She said as she also took my phone shoving it in her purse and then handed me a shoot. "Drink up." She said holding her cup out. We tapped one glasses together and took out shoots.

Time went by fast as more drinks and shoots were handed to me. I tipsy for sure but I didn't want to get to drunk because I was suppose to be going stage real quick to give a little thank you speech. Unfortunately Josh still has not showed up or even texted me I snooped in Channel's bag and took my phone back.

"Hey Aubree we're getting ready to announce your name some we need to mic you up." My manger Levi tells me in my ear. I get up following him behind stage. They mic me up. I was performing one song because I didn't really wanna perform to much then I'm giving my speech.

Just as they finished putting the microphones ear piece on me and tested microphone the Dj began getting the crowds attention.

"Alright ATL giving up for Lattooo!" The Dj says into the mic. I walked up on the stage as I was handed a mic.

"Hey y'all. Everyone good?" I asked just make sure the people didn't need anything. " I just want to come up here and thank everyone who showed up to celebrate with me tonight. Thank you to my little sister and bestie for supporting me and my man Thank you to my man."

Everyone laughed including me. "But seriously though I wanted to gift y'all little performance of my favorite song out of new album so I hope yall ready."

Woah, Latto

Big Latto

Yeah, ayy

I feel like the realest bitch to ever do it (Yeah)

Made a mil' and ran through it

I make "I don't need a nigga, get the bag myself" music

Bad bitch, bad influence

Money talks and I speak fluent

Big Latto, short for lottery so fuck I look like losing? (D.A. got that dope)

Poppin' shit, no Percocet (Woah)

'Bout a check, fuck the rest

Stay out the way, I'm at home with a yo like I'm on house arrest

In my bag and out the mess

Bitches trash, I ain't impressed (Nah)

I can't tell if bitches sellin' records or they sellin' sex (Uh)

Speak on me for clout, tryna drag it, that's your only hype

It's just me, the pilot, and my baggage, this a lonely flight (Yeah)

Done playin' nice, 'cause bitch, this pole ain't light (Brrt)

I been on these bitches ass since I touched that mic (On God)

I can't trust no bitch (Trust no ho)

Get rich, watch they switch (Yeah)

I can't trust no bitch (Trust no ho, nah)

Get rich, watch they switch

(Latto, on God)

I can't trust no bitch

Or a nigga (Nah)

They ain't believe me, had to show a nigga (Yeah)

Bitches tried to go big, I fucked around and showed 'em bigger (Bitch!)

Four stories, seven-figure crib but somewhere on a villa (Brrt)

I ain't goin' nowhere so it's best these bitches get familiar (Latto)

Rich bitch, go getter (Ayy)

I could be a gold digger (Yeah)

Got 'em waitin' on my shit to drop like I'm a dope dealer

Truth in the booth, but in the bed, bitch I ain't no spitter (Uh)

Cuban on my neck will make your muhfuckin' throat shiver

No glitter, verse killer, smoke go to the first bidder (Ayy)

Trash ass rap bitches droppin', that's some more litters (Yeah)

Big Latto, ain't nothin' little but the waist (Yeah)

Sneak dissin' but in person, bitches try to plead they case (The fuck?)

Treat a nigga like my liquor, ain't not one of 'em get chased (Yeah)

In my bag two years straight, bitches prayin' I take a break (On God)

I can't trust no bitch (Trust no ho)

Get rich, watch they switch (Yeah)

I can't trust no bitch (Trust no ho, nah)

Get rich, watch they switch

I can't trust no bitch

After I finished performing I thanked everyone once again before getting off the stage. I walked to the back so they could take the mic off me and I quickly checked my phone just see if I had gotten a text which I didn't. I let out a deep sight putting my phone away.

"Whatchu pouting for?" I hear someone say. I turned around seeing it was Joshua. I screamed catching everyone attention around us as I jumped into his arms. He held me spinning me around.

"Why weren't you answering your phone?" I asked playfully pushing him.

“I wanted to surprise you, I seen you on stage doing your thing.” He said.

“No you wanted to give me a heart attack not even texting me.” I said.

“I’m sorry Angel.” He says kissing my forehead.

“Did you hear my speech?” I asked.

“Mhmm walked in at the perfect time I recorded everything baby.” He said pulling his phone out showing me his story.

“I’m just happy you’re here.” I said as I hugged him again. “Wait is Trinity and Jonathan here?” I asked.

“Yeah they talking with your peoples so why don’t we get back over there.” He said pointing behind him. At first I was gonna go but then I had this idea in my head.

“Yeah we can but after you come eat this Cookie.” I said catching him off guard. “Whatchu just say?” He asked.

“You heard me daddy cmon.” I said leading him to a room in the back.

Omniscient💋

Aubree was enjoying her time with her friends dancing and everything until she felt someone come up behind her at first she thought it was Joshua. "Boy what the hell are you doing!" She yelled shoving Brandon away from her. Everyone attention turned to them. "Is you stupid?" She asked.

"Whatchu mean Bree? I'm just tryna dance." Brandon says.

"You better go find someone else before I call my man."  She said.

"That's really how you gonna act baby?" He asked. Aubree face scrunched up. "Don't call me that." She says. He then reached to grab her hand which she moved away before he could touch her. "Bree stop playing."

"Nah dawg you needa stop playing and leave my lady alone." Joshua said as he walked up on them.

"And whatchu finna do about it if I don't buddy?" Brandon asked as he smiled in Joshua fave which he did not take that well at all.

"If I said back off my Lady you gonna back off MY Lady you had you chance and you blew that shit being stupid now you mad she got me." Joshua says.

"Chill dude it's not that serious." He said laughing in his face. Catching everyone by surprise when Joshua fist connected to his jaw knocking him back into some people.

"Anything that got to do with my lady is Serious Dawg and I catch talking to her again or you even look in her direction imma beat yo' ass for real next time."

"Damn!"

"Somebody get him out my face." Josh says. The security came over escorting Brandon out watching all that definitely had Aubree feeling some kinda way.

"You good Angel?" He asked as he lifted her chin with his finger. "He ain't hurt you? Because let me know so I have actual reason to put my hands on him." He said.

"No I'm fine my love." Aubree tells him. He checked every part of her out then kissed her lips.

"Just let me know when you ready to go." He says.

"Okay baby you just go sit relax let me get you drink." She said as she called Jimmy over.

"Everything good?" Jimmy asked.

"No you didn't just see him super punch someone?" Aubree asked.

"Nah he said he was just gonna dance with you not punch someone dude in the face." Jimmy said.

"Yeah well keep a eye on him while I go get him a drink please and thank you babe stay with your brother."

"I'm good Bree Ion need a babysitter." Joshua said adding a little base to his tone. She looked at him like he was toddler who wouldn't listen to their mother.

"You're going to stay with your brother because you are heated right now, and I'm not gonna say it again Joshua stay with Jonathan."

"Damn what I do?" Jimmy asked.

He sucked his teeth as he let out a deep sigh mumbling underneath his breath.

"Whatchu say pumpkin?" She asked.

"Fine."

"That's what I thought now Whatchu want to drink?" She asked him as he chuckling to himself since he was not feeling the way she talking to him like he was a child. "Do we have a problem?"

"Yeah but imma handle that later just get me a corona." He tells her before walking away with Jimmy.

"Oh he got attitude on him." Rubie says.

"I told y'all he's attitude just as bad as mines especially when he mad like that." Aubree tells the girls. She always told them when they're mad at each other they just be butting heads doing petty shit to each other and depending on what it was they little war would go on for weeks.

Few hours later

The couple arrived back their shared condo both tired and tipsy. "Come on bae I have to pee." Aubree whined as Joshua took his time to unlocking the door. He looked over his shoulder at her. "Josh!" She said. He laughed unlocking the door letting her in first.

She rushed to the bathroom while Josh sat on the couch. He let out a sigh pulling his phone as he scrolled on his phone.  He texted his twin to let him know they made it back home safely. He heard the shower turn on so he took this chance to go to the bathroom himself.

He walked into the bathroom Aubree was gathering all her things she needed for her night routine. She walked over to her vanity in the bathroom and began wiping her makeup off. Joshua walked up behind her kissing her shoulder.

"So did you enjoy yourself?" She asked as they looked at each other through the mirror. He placed another kiss on her shoulder as he pushed his hard dick on her butt. She giggled teasing him a little pushing her butt back on him he smacked her ass. She moaned turning to give him a little kiss.

"I should be asking...you that." He said as he kissed her again. "Did you enjoy yourself?" He asked.

"Yes especially when you punched Brandon and in face." She said. "I like it when you get all heated and rowdy defending me."

"Oh yeah." He said smiling. She nodded her head smiling back at him. "Gimme a kiss." She looked up at him and leaned down kissing her his hand went around her throat as things got heating quickly. His hand made into her panties feeling how wet she was. She slightly pushed him back.

"Mmm let switch rolls tonight." She said as got low in front of him she undid his jeans tugging them down and slowly moved his boxers off.

"Fuck Bree." Joshua moaned as she wrapped her mouth around his 8 inch hard dick. Holding onto the back of his thighs to keep her balance bobbing her head. His body jerked causing the tip of his dick to hit the back of her throat and she gagged pulling away she stroked his dick while she caught her breath. "Shit angel."

She looked up at him fluttering her lashes as she watched him fall apart to her touch. It's turned her on badly the way he was falling. "Tell me daddy you like it when I play with this dick?" She asked. He nodded his head lost of words. "Say it daddy." "Yes baby fuck."

She then placed her mouth back around him relaxing her throat so she could take more of him down her throat. "Mmm shit just like that!" He moaned as things got messy her saliva dripped from her chin as bubbles formed around the base of his dick.

Aubree pulled away and started teasing him leaving kisses on his tip and blowing on it. She swirled her tongue around just the tip using her spit as lube as she jerked him off.

"Shit stop all that teasing angel." He groaned. She smirking laughing to herself and continuing to tease and play with him. "Mama you playing."

She didn't listen and continued again. She wanted to test the waters since this was her chance. He always teased her and played with her until she begged him and now it was her turn to return the favor.

"I'm just returning the favor daddy." She told him. He groaned. "All those time you teasing me and played with me while I was under your control now it's my turn." She said.

"When I get my chance Angel Imma fu-Fuckkkk!" He said as he deeply moaned while she placed her mouth back around bobbing her head at steady pace while she always twisting her hand at the base of his dick his ball began to tighten up as he became closer to his climax. "Shittt mama I'm about bust on that pretty face." He moaned. She counting sucking him off playing with his balls.

"Mmmmm." She moaned around him causing him to really losing it she pulled him out her mouth as he busted his nut all over her face. She opened her mouth catching some of his cum. "Fuck daddy you taste so good." She said looking up at him.

"Take them pants off for me." He tells her. She stood up and removed her pants. He picked her up moving her panties to side and slid her down his dick causing her to moan. He placed her on counter and wasted no time and gave her a powerful stroke hitting her cervix.

"Oouu fuckk!"

"Mhmm you feel all that mama?" He asked.

"Yes fuckk right thereee dadddy." She moaned her nails dug into his back. "Shit Josh." She cried pushing on his waist.

"You got this mama don't run." He said. She moaned cussing under her breath. "Good girl Angel." He says. His hips snapped against hers with each thrust.

"Ohh shit, that feels so fucking good." She said.

"This my pussy baby?" He asked then kissed her and rubbing on her clit all she could do was moan in response but that's not what he wanted to hear. "Talk to me baby."

"Yesss daddy it's your, all yours daddy fuck keeping going jeyyy im cominggg!" She cried.

"Hold it ma I'm almost there." He tells her as they both let out moans and whimpers.

"I can't daddyyy pleaseee." She begged. He ignored her cries kissing her face. "Fuckkk Jey it's coming!" She moaned as she came all over him. He hissed and groaned releasing as well. He pulled out their mess pooled onto of the counter. Jey walked over to the shower turning it on for the both of them.

He then walked back over to her kissing her forehead cheek and lips. “You okay baby?” He asked seeing her legs were shaking a little. “Mhmm.” She replied resting her head on his chest. He chuckled kissing the top of her head.

"Cmon we gotta shower." He said picking her up and carried her to the shower. They washed up taking their time then once they got the dried off got dress and got in bed they put a movie on and cuddled in bed falling asleep in the each other arms especially Aubree she to happy that her man was home for the weekend.

Tag list 🏷️❣️: @uceyliyahh @mselenalovebug @theusotwinzcom @isabella-2025 @dstark-0706 @4milly @zillasvilla @charmed-dreamssss @sheaabuttaababyy @levissslutt @marababyyyy

[ukranianacearo]

Hii, can I ask for death the kid x fem reader that likes pissing kid off? Like making her whole entire being symmetrical but at the end, kid still manages to fall for her <3

She's crazy but, she's mine

Fem!Reader

Tw: second-hand embarrassment, maybe but, overall, its chill

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Death, the kid x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: She makes Kid cringe like a spur candy, and also just like a sour candy, Kid can't stop himself from liking her

Author's note: We don't talk about the title. Iykyk, but anyway. Sorry for taking so much time to write this, I just didn't know what to write about this. I do have some ideas, but I'm not too sure about how to write them as a story, so I'll just do head canons about that. I hope you still enjoy it and there might be grammatical mistakes. More undercut!

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ꨄ︎ He is just SO pissed when he sees you

ꨄ︎ Depending of the context of the situation, he may or may not start ranting to you about how you're so asymmetrical and unbalanced

ꨄ︎ You're most certainly are just giggling like a maniac at that

ꨄ︎ From then on, you make an extra effort to piss him off

ꨄ︎ Glasses? Different shapes.

ꨄ︎ Piercings? Different accessories/colors/places

ꨄ︎ Clothes? Different patterns on each side.

ꨄ︎ Pants or skirt? Different sizes on each size

ꨄ︎ You get the idea.

ꨄ︎ It just physically ruins his day and he has to stop himself from ranting about it every single time

ꨄ︎ Tries to avoid you so much, just to make life easier

ꨄ︎ But his father, for some reason, decides to pair you up for missions a lot

ꨄ︎ From what he's heard, it is to "teach him about patience and control his focus"

ꨄ︎ After some time though, he gets used to you

ꨄ︎ Still pissed off every time he sees you with everything asymmetrical but, you're a routine now

ꨄ︎ This is a very slow process though, so be patient

ꨄ︎ Or just like annoying people, idk, you decide

ꨄ︎ After a long time, he'll realize how used he got to you

ꨄ︎ But, he'll need a push for that

ꨄ︎ Like you being gone on a mission for long, or you being in lethal danger

ꨄ︎ Also, bonus point if the lethal wounds come from the battle with his brother

ꨄ︎ Or something similar

ꨄ︎ That might be the moment he'll realize that even you are mortal. That you'll die one day but, he'll continue on living for centuries

ꨄ︎ And he can't just die and not leave someone else to take his post, he's the next Lord of Death

ꨄ︎ When you recover or come back, he will be more patient with you

ꨄ︎ Still, he'll ask you to tone down the asymmetrical thing

ꨄ︎ He'll try to not press on I if you say no but, will appreciate if you tone it down even a little bit

ꨄ︎ After that, you two might start getting closer

ꨄ︎ It's still a slow process tho, be patient

ꨄ︎ Eventually, he might fall for you, and if you do too, you two will start dating

ꨄ︎ I'm not really sure who will ask the other one out first

ꨄ︎ May be him, because he's much more aware of the time you two have together is short

ꨄ︎ Or maybe it's you, for whatever reason, be it because of the same reason, might be because you're more confident, you chose

ꨄ︎ The time you two have together will be priceless to him

ꨄ︎ I'm sure that even after you die, he still thinks of you

ꨄ︎ Either keeps all the stuff because of your memories, or gets rid of all of it for the unbearable pain that he feels when he remembers that you're dead

ꨄ︎ But even though you two seem like complete opposites, you both still love each other

ꨄ︎ Also, about the kids, I think he might be open to a lot of options, but will prefer 1 or 2 kids

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I'm sorry this took so long 🙂 I hope you liked it at least. Also, for some reasons, my asks have been more filled since last post. I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to do them, I have exams now. But like, I have them almost all the time. I will try my best

[loth-creatures]

So... how does Baylan become a wolf? In one post you said it was Sabine, but in another you said Sabine bit Shin who then got Baylan later on.Si which is it?

So originally Shin bit Baylan simply bc I hadn't yet committed to writing in the entire ahsoka series and didn't think about it much; that just seemed like a likely scenario.

But I decided on Sabine biting Baylan instead (she still also bites Shin first, on Seatos) when thinking about how she would attempt to escape and compromise the Sion, as well as developing Sabine and Baylan's dynamic more...I just so happen to have a substantial wall of text of ideas about the Sion's voyage sitting around if anyone is interested in that. It just needs some refinement.

ANYWAY, gory details below cut

Sabine makes her escape attempt a day or two before landing on Peridea. At this point, her and Shin are somewhat getting along and she's allowed her lightsaber for sparring. As soon as the opportunity arises she incapacitates Shin long enough to disappear into the walls Ezra style and spends the last 24 hours of the trip hiding deep in the guts of the ship and using the saber parts including the kyber to create a small bomb that can hopefully later be used to disable the Sion. Sacrificing the lightsaber almost breaks her heart again, and she is 100% banking on finding Ezra to pull this off, bc there's no way to detonate it without someone using the Force.

Once they've landed, she tries to get off the ship, and might have even succeeded if she didn't have to go back for her armor. She is then confronted by Baylan. He could have killed her using the Force the entire time but they didn't really want her corpse stuck somewhere hard to reach, so waited for her to make a move.

Idk why I got the idea but I've been imagining one of Baylan's Force talents as being really in tune with bodies, kind of like the heartrenders from Grishaverse, though not nearly on their level of percision.

He's been listening to Sabine's heartbeat since the moment she made a break for it. When he finds her, he squeezes her heart through the Force, crippling her. But before he crushes it, he makes the mistake of taking a moment to apologize for this, and the fact that she came this far only to never see Ezra again.

I mentioned before recently that Baylan knew of the Wolfwalkers from ancient stories in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, and is lowkey a fan. He attempts to get on better terms with Sabine during the trip in part because of that. She told him in no uncertain terms to fuck off but he still was hoping to not have to kill her.

In that moment of desperation, Sabine wolfs. It's like the moment in Wolfwalkers when Robyn's father becomes a wolf out of shear desperation to protect her.

Baylan wasn't aware that was a thing that could happen (spontaneous wolfing) and has about half a second to react before Wolfbine nails him. She misses his throat but crushes his shoulder and half his ribs in her jaws, fully intending to kill him. And she would have if WolfShin didn't show up just in time to intervene. And Shin would've ripped Sabine's throat out for reals, if Morgan and her soldiers didn't intervene just in time. Lucky for her they already contacted Thrawn and he wants her alive. Morgan, who watched Baylan leave to go kill her moments before getting Thrawn on the line is like 'Ahh. I'll see what I can do...'

Anyway, Baylan pulls through just barely, and is now a Wolfwalker as well, which he is actually very happy about. He hardly resents Sabine, even if he'll never be able to use that arm properly again and limps badly as a wolf. It is only fair, after all he tried to kill her first. Shin is the one Sabine will have to worry about seeking vengeance. Meanwhile Sabine is beating herself up even more for letting anyone affiliated with the Empire close to Lothal's secrets, though in the end neither Baylan nor Shin give a shit about the Empire.

[brennacedria]

Thursday Bangers, Memorial Day Edition

I was tagged by @woundedsoul12 for this week's Thursday Bangers!

Rules for your Copy and Paste: Free form a blurb or drawing based on the weekly lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it! Then tag some friends so they can play as well. It doesn't have to be finished on Thursday just post it whenever you can (you have a whole week between Thursdays).

This week's song was picked by @fiberpunk027:

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met. - The Night We Met, Lord Huron

Oh my GOD was this week hard. I had two approaches right away; one filled the prompt perfectly but the other was more emotional. I decided on combining them, but wrote the second part first... and then I couldn't write the first part. This is the compromise I came up with, minus quite a few keysmashes filling in my original place-holder brackets.

Note: Sofia de Riva isn't Rook, but rather Viago's liaison to the Lighthouse--and younger half-sister. She fell hard for Davrin, and him for her. (AO3)

Sofia stared blankly at the empty hearth and hugged her knees to her chest. It was never cold at the Lighthouse, but she was used to having a fire here. She was used to having him here.

“I wish I could go with you all tomorrow.” “No, it’s better this way. If something happened to you, I… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” “I’m just as involved in all of this as the rest of you.” “That’s not the point. And yes, I know you can take care of yourself. It’s just…” “Just what?” “I can’t lose you. I shouldn’t have fallen for you in the first place, but now that I have, I can’t risk losing you.” It'd been weeks since the mission to Tearstone Island. Weeks since the team returned at half its usual strength. Weeks since she lost him forever. A single tear escaped to fall down her cheek, and she swiped it away angrily. She was a de Riva, dammit. She was better than this. It was a weakness, and she should have known better. The door opened behind her; she ignored it and continued to stare at the hearth. “So, this is the famous Lighthouse,” Viago said from the door, and Sofia jumped out of her skin, scrambling up from the chair to face her Talon. “You left so abruptly after your last report, and I haven't had a chance to follow up until now.” “Viago, I'm so sorry, I– I was going to come back tomorrow. They just rescued Rook this morning, I haven't had a chance to talk to her yet, I thought–” He held one hand up to silence her. “I understand, do not worry.” He paused. “What I do not understand is why you did not tell me about you and the Grey Warden.” “How did you… Teia.” “Yes. She told me after you left. She thinks that is why you returned here so quickly. Has there… been any sign of him?” Sofia shook her head, her dark hair falling across her face and hiding the tears that began to fall. “Nothing,” she whispered. And then the dam broke. “Why hasn't there been any sign of him, Vi?” she sobbed. “There's just no sign of him, not even a body. They came back and told me what happened but there was no body. No proof. I thought… I thought he might still come back. Rook came back, so why didn't Davrin?” “Come here,” he said gently, and Sofia threw herself into his arms and bawled like a child. “Shh, shh, mi sorellina, it will be okay,” he murmured. “Sofi, it will pass. It will take time, but it will pass.” She sniffed and laughed. “He called me that once. No one's ever called me Sofi but you, and when he did it it caught me off guard so badly, I think he thought I was angry. I wasn't, though. I loved it. I loved him." The weight of the word settled in, and her eyes grew wide. “Oh, Maker, Vi,” she gasped. “I never told him. I loved him and I never told him and now he's gone forever and I'll never be able to tell him.”

IDK, I just had this idea of Viago actually having some emotions, even if he'll never show them when there are witnesses. He and Sofia weren't raised together, but they share a mother and she was his fledgling from the moment she joined the Crows, so they've been together long enough to have that family bond in spite of now growing up together.

Anyway, it's Monday night so it's so late in the game that I don't think there's anyone left to tag, not that I can usually remember names after going through everything to get this formatted. >.< At any rate, if you see this, haven't played yet, and want to play, consider yourself tagged!!

[mokusilkani]

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟSolarballs! Earth + Young! Dwarf Planet! Reader☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Hi readers(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠) Right now I'm in my Solarballs phase and I really wanted to create a oneshots of it. Be aware that I'm not experienced in writing characters so Earth might be too OCC (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) Very sorry about that but please enjoy this╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

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☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟPlatonic Headcannons☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

|Earth + Dwarf planet! reader|

The reader is specifically GENDER NEUTRAL

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• How did you, a dwarf planet, be able to befriend a planet? You honestly don't remember the story

•Since you behave like a young child, Earth is either a brother or father figure to you either one works!

•I swear this planet would love compliments coming from you. It boosts his ego (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

•For example, compliment the life that lives on him. He would ramble on and on about it. You just made him much happier :D

•Though it can be too much. So much so that you sneak away from him out of boredom. It can be boring for a young planet to hear the same thing over and over again (I ain't the only one?)

•Depending on how close you are with him. He might even talk about you to Venus and Mars!

•He'd also let you play astroid dodgeball with him. But he's a little worried about you getting injured. Hopefully you're not accident prone

•Often you play dress up and who is a better candidate then you're best buddy? The Earth!

•Since you spend your time with the other dwarf planets. You would be in their little plays or idk. So why not do it with the Earth?

•I head cannon that he invites you to a game of cards with the other rocky planets

•Definitely will keep an eye on you. Actually maybe sometimes. He might forget about youಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

•That's where the moon comes in! He'll be babysitting you since the Earth isn't which might get him annoyed. Why can't he just take care of you!?

•If you're a curious soul. This planet might get a heart attack (If that's even possible). One second you're right next to him playing with astroids and then the next second he looks at you, you're gone!?

•Prepare to hear your name be screamed a bunch of times as the Earth looks for you. What caught your attention this time?

•If you're a mischievous type. Then this is a great time to scare the Earth. Hide and don't get caught by anyone. Stay hidden for a long time and see(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) I wonder how the Earth is doing? (Not well)

•Will be very relieved to find that you are okay but is going to scold you for that. Lame(⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)

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Was the story good? Mediocre? Or not that great?

It depends. This is my first head cannon post so I'm nervous if I did it well. Hopefully I'll create more oneshots or head cannons in the future (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

[captianbrnes]

Seasons

Summary: You want to prove to Bucky that you'll always be beside him

: Bucky Barnes x !reader

warnings: nothing really, just insecure Bucky kind of

word count: around 300

a/n: pls give me feedback on anything! I'm not really a writer I just do this for fun so any feedback is needed lol

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“Buck- Bucky you’re gonna choke me” you squeal out while he has his arms around your shoulders hugging you tight in the kitchen of the compound.

“Can’t help it, just too cute, '' Bucky says before snuggling closer to you, burying his head more into your neck if even possible. “Get a room would yah now-” “shut it bird brain”.

You can't see because of the strong arms blocking you but by the sound of it you can guess that Sam entered the room. Mustering all the strength in you, you’re able to break free from the arms of your boyfriend strolling out the kitchen back to your room but don't get too far before you feel someone walking right behind you.

“Going to your room baby? We can watch a movie if you want”, he says after catching up to you. After you agree, the both of you settle in your shared room choosing to turn on a cringe romance movie neither of you paying attention.

“Do I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Bucky says looking at you mesmerized. “Only once every ten minutes.” You giggle out while playing with his fluffy hair. “God and that laugh too… wanna’ hear it for the rest of my life if i could.”

“I mean you could if you want..” you faintly whisper out just loud enough for the super soldier to hear. Clearly surprised by your answer he quickly states back, “ Really? You'd really want to spend forever with me?” He genuinely was surprised anyone would reply positively.

“Of course Buck, I mean you’re literally perfect. Your smile and everything, I mean look at you!” You exclaim happy to see Bucky’s smile back on his face. “You know I love you right?” you tell him scared that he didn't realize.

“Yeah you only tell me one hundred times a day” he laughs out after you slap his shoulder. After the conversation you and Bucky spend the rest of the night snuggled up together watching cringe romance movies.

Even though you know it’ll take awhile, you wont stop trying to prove you'll be with Bucky forever, through all seasons.

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a/n: idk if my requests are open but if they are feel free to request anything since I'm not the most creative. I also might post at random times since I'm in school but I'll try to get out as much as possible.

[chenkari]

Haven't made a personal post in a long time. I don't use tumblr like I used to, haha. I've been using it a little more lately though.

Bitchin' under the cut. Tw for depression, suicide, whatever.

I'm at a really low point in my life right now. We moved homes and it's been very hard on me. I lived in my old house for 24 years (since i was 5) and it's just very difficult for me to let go. I cry like every night about it, I miss my old house so bad. I'm thankful that I have a place to live and everything but it's just. So fucking hard. I know it'll get better with time but right now is so difficult. Thankfully we're still in the same state, initially my parents wanted to move out of state, so that's a plus. But regardless, we moved further away from my friends and work. My old commute to work was about 10 minutes, now it's 35-45. I hate my job, so having to drive further is like. So fucking annoying. Right now I'm off work on a medical leave, thankfully. I don't think I'd be able to function. I'm farther away from my best friend and while it isn't unmanageable, it's just.... idk frustrating. We've lived close together our whole lives.

I feel so isolated out here, it's further from the cities, there isn't a lot out here. I went on doordash and there were only 3 restaurants and a gift shop lmao. (major gripe: there is no target. im going to KILL MYSELF.)

I contemplated killing myself a lot. I'm so unhappy. I thought about doing it before we left the house. Like, so in a way so I wouldn't have to go. But I'm still alive. I still think about killing myself like every day though, especially at night. I think at night I become more emotional and shit. I'm alone with my thoughts in bed I guess, so I just think about it. I feel like this might be the most suicidal I've ever been in my life, and I've been trying to manage it but i'm struggling. I feel like I'm not even living. I'm just like. Surviving.

Something that has been really hard is like, my dad doesn't give a fuck. I can't be upset about moving in front of him cause he's like, oh my gooood, just get over iiiit. And like, I'm trying. But I'm allowed to be sad and miss my home too. Idk i want to be comforted by my family I guess. He's also just been more mean to me in general and idk why. Like I'll ask something totally... Normal. And he gets all pissed. Like I asked if he could pick up ramen noodles when he went to the store, and he got all pissed off. Like damn, sorry. And the thing is, I don't ask for much. I usually just ask my parents for like. A food item. I did ask recently for one of those mirror cabinets cause the new bathroom here does not have a lot of space. I asked about it again cause he never replied to my text and he yelled at me about that. Like, you can just say no. I just ended up buying it myself. Idk, i just wish he would say no instead of launching into yelling at me about it.

Idk I've just been so depressed lately, I can't bring myself to do anything productive. I just lay in bed. Even things I enjoy. I don't feel like playing games, I don't feel like talking to my friends, I don't feel like drawing. I just lay there doom scrolling on twitter. I've been a little better lately, I've been able to get out of bed and get on the computer for a bit. But still I have days where I just lay there.

I don't think i mentioned it on tumblr, but I'm a streamer now, (cringe ass vtuber. very small, not a big deal.) and while I normally like streaming, I can't bring myself to get back into my routine. My streams don't do so well too, so it's a bit disheartening. I'm not the most entertaining, it's my fault. Idk I'm just not very good at chatting about things going on cause I don't really have a lot going on. It's easier when people come watch and talk with me, but I can't expect that of people. I have to be better.

I'm scared about returning to work. I feel like I can't take it anymore. I hate my job so much, it's so fucking much. It's non stop work, no downtime, everything is always broken, and we don't have any appointments for people. (I make dr appointments for my job) All the appointments are like at least a week out and everyone is like "what the fuck" and I can't do shit about it. It's so stressful and idk. I don't want to go back. I've been looking for new jobs but I'm not having a lot of luck.

Tbh though I'm kinda in a tough financial situation right now so if anyone feels up to it, my paypal is https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/chenkari, I could use gas/grocery money. I would appreciate it.

I had to take Venus to the vet, she had an aural hematoma. They drained it, but her ear swelled up again. It is slowly going down now. I wonder how long until she'll be all better. I hope it isn't hurting her anymore. The cats have been good about the move. Sometimes Venus hides though and I can't find her anywhere :C I don't know where her hiding spot is wehh.

Anyways. Guess I just wanted to talk about what I was up to these days. Get it off my chest. Later.

[lady-of-ocs]

And in my suffering, the volleyball boys are here for me

So the throat stopped hurting and then my nose was clogged and now my congestion has settled in my chest which is very uncomfortable. But at least I have Haikyuu to keep me relatively sane, right?

I'm going to watch episode 8 later so I guess I've only watched 3 episodes since I last posted? Blame my illness or whatever the fuck this is. Anyway

Pretty sure the last day of the training camp is going to be the last time that we see a lot of these Shiratorizawa guys play. Which makes me sad because season 3 did have them genuinely grow on me. I've already gushed enough about Tendō for that to be clear. Ushijima also grew on me and. Honestly just all of them. Loved the bit where Hinata bounded up to Ushijima to ask questions and Goshiki wasn't going to do anything until Shirabu said something. Cut to Goshiki like "heY USHIWAKA." What an unexpectedly fun bunch.

Okay, so honestly, second hand embarrassment aside, I think the ball boy arc was very good, especially for Hinata's growth as a character. I'd argue that he learned more as a ball boy than he would've if he'd actually been invited to the camp. He was able to watch the others play from multiple angles (like up in the balcony) and notice things that he might not have if he'd been on the court. I loved the little scene in the montage where he was off the court mimicking Ushijima and then he turned to talk to Tendō. He learned a lot and I'm very proud of him.

So about Kageyama. I'll talk more about him a little bit later but first. At the training camp itself, it was very clear that he was doing well. Excelling, even. It's obvious that he belonged there with everyone else who was invited. Miya Atsumu is a bitch (so far. I know others like him) and he really screwed Kageyama's whole outlook up with one goddamn comment. Like, you little bitch. I outta strangle you. Anyway. It was nice to see Kageyama playing so well with others. On the court, he worked well with guys like Atsumu and Hoshiumi. Also, I had to look up what the guy's name was because I could not remember for the life of me, but I'd argue that Eikichi (from Shinzen) was a great friend to Kageyama during the entire camp. Or, you know, he tried to be. He was so nice to Kags the entire time even though Kageyama isn't exactly a professional conversationalist. He even showed Kageyama where the train station was at the end of the camp because god knows where that boy would've ended up if he had't. But anyway, I just really enjoyed that little relationship at the training camp. It's always good to see Kageyama getting along with people.

ALRIGHT. SOMEONE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG. COULDN'T YAMAGUCHI SERVE WAY BETTER THAN THIS LITERALLY A SEASON AGO? YAMS BABY WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED???? And that's something that can be said for all of them. Asahi can supposedly serve better than this too??? And with Tadashi I was like "is it because Tsukki isn't here?" mostly as a joke and it clearly was a joke because he was still doing terribly even when Tsukishima got back. Is this going to be like. A thing? Because they're tense after everyone comes back from training camp, yeah, but even while they were gone everyone's skills fucking vanished??? Are you guys okay??? Please explain.

EVERYONE SHUT UP I FUCKING LOVE KOGANEGAWA. HE'S SUCH A FUCKING CUTIE. Him bounding after Tsukishima and Hinata just so that he could get Tsukki and Goshiki's numbers was so cute. Litererally, no wonder he and Hinata get along so well. They're so alike. Sunshine boys for the win. GIVE HIM YOUR STUPID PHONE NUMBER, TSUKKI (which he did, and so did Goshiki, so I was happy).

Idk if it had been previously said that Kindaichi was the one who kind of like. Orchestrated the whole "abandon Kageyama on the court" thing, but oh boy. Obviously we saw Kindaichi and Kunimi being the targets of middle school Kageyama's frustration and yelling, so it sort of makes sense. But you can also tell that Kindaichi feels kind of bad about what happened, especially since he can seee that Kageyama's changed since then. When he was talking to Hinata before everyone split up, I got the impression that he wanted to make sure that Kageyama was alright. And I appreciate that. I also appreciated Kunimi's little half-supportive, half-being-used-to-shove-Kindaichi hand on the shoulder. Idk if this paragraph is coherent, honestly. It doesn't feel coherent but oh well.

Kageyama and Hinata have not seen each other in five days. They make eye contact and don't say a word. A challenge is silently put down. AND THEN THEY FUCKING SPRINT. I love these two dumbasses. And the fact that they get to the room and they're like "well fuck, neither of us have the keys. TO THE GRASS-" "You can fly higher" STOP THAT IT'S GAY

We love to see everyone acting like Hinata, Kageyama, and Tsukishima have been gone for like. 3 months or something. They've been gone for five days, you guys. Alright, I had a little cry and took some medicine so I can breathe, so let's just continue with the sillies- We love to see Tsukki being his usual snarky self and Kagehina are arguing again. All is right in the world!

This is the last time I'll mention it in this post BUT I'M SERIOUS. YAMAGUCHI I SWEAR YOU COULD JUMP FLOAT SERVE PERFECTLY LIKE 9 EPISODES AGO. IS IT A DIFFERENT SERVE HE'S WORKING ON AND I JUST DON'T KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT VOLLEYBALL???? TADASHI WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOUUUUU???? I swear he's gotten worse for no reason.

Everyone say hello to my favorite goofy goobers I LOVE THESE TWO. Them laughing in the background while Daichi scold Kageyama and Hinata is my new religion.

I'M ALWAYS SO HAPPY TO SEE ANOTHER TEAM I LIKE BUT DATE TECH ESPECIALLY. Especially now that they have Koganegawa, who is one of my favorite giant sunshine boys. Is he taller than me? Yes. Am I going to pick him up and wave him around like a wet noodle? Also yes (if I can get strong enough). AND I LOVE AONE. MY FAVORITE MOSTLY SILENT BOY. Definitely not strong enough to pick him up BUT STILL. I just love how before Date Tech showed up, Asahi was like "oh yeah, they're great opponents, I won't be intimidated" and then they actually arrived and Asahi looks fucking terrified. Someone get that man some fucking therapy or anxiety medication or something (me too, sweetie).

I LOVE HOW EXCITED KOGANE WAS TO SEE KAGEHINA'S QUICK ATTACK. Again, the cutest bean pole there ever was

IRON WALL! IRON WALL! IRON WALL!

I had to take a lap when Kageyama told Nishinoya he was in the way. I understood what he meant, of course, but I was just like "babe you could phrase that in so many better ways. Please learn how to communicate politely for the love of god-" That being said, I'm glad that bit wasn't a bigger thing than it needed to be. Nishinoya confronted Kageyama, Kags clarified what he meant, Noya reflected, and he was like "oh yeah okay" and was no longer pissed. And it was a good receive, he just needed to make sure to move out of the way instead of lingering like he did. He was half blocking Asahi so Asahi would've had to go around him if he'd gone for the ball (which he didn't, but STILL).

I was not on board with Kageyama's attitude in episode 7. I sort of understood why he was in a mood but also he was just. He was being a little bitch, alright? He was just being like that the whole time but my final straw was when he fully snapped at Asahi (I half expected Nishinoya to get defensive over it but them just staring at Kageyama was. Yeah, reasonable). I was just like "holy shit what is your major malfunction????" which idk if that's just a thing my mom says but that was all I could thing. Kags, babygirl, are you well? Chill out. And Tsukki wasn't fucking helping (I love this salty bitch but DO NOT POKE THE BEAR YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE). That being said, as soon as Kags was done snapping at them and sort of realized how he was acting? Oohhhhhhh boy. The parallel between his old team and his new team? The visual of him feeling the divide between himself and his new team now that he'd really snapped at them? THAT WAS OW, OKAY? THAT WAS REALLY FUCKING OUCH TO MY HEART. And the fact that as he was thinking about that, he immediately went to apologize? FUCKING. OW. KAGEYAMA I WAS MAD AT YOU AND NOW I WANT TO GIVE YOU A STUPID HUG STOP IT.

And I can't say enough about Hinata in this episode either. The fact that after Kageyama snapped, he was just like "Okay, and?" Kageyama was over there reliving his abandonment issues and Hinata was like "hey. FUck that. You're an asshole but you're our asshole. And that's okay." Bless that sunshine baby boy fr fr. AND THE FUCKING TOWEL CROWN HINA I LOVE YOU SWEETIE.

Not me latching on to every time Tsukishima calls Yamaguchi "Tadashi" when telling him to shut up.

Alright, listen. I love seeing Daisuga over here acting like parents. I love their stupid faces here. BUT I AM TRULY SERIOUS WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I'LL NEVER FORGIVE WHAT WAS DONE TO ASAHI. I HAPPENED TO BE SCROLLING THROUGH MY OLD POSTS SO

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THESE TWO VERSIONS OF THE SAME MAN. HUSBAND, LOVE OF MY LIFE, WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU. I AM MOSTLY BEING DRAMATIC BUT ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh bring him back please I beg of you I MISS YOU HONEY

ALRIGHT. Asahi design ranting aside- “All my teammates are growing up...Yeah, well, but I meant you too.” SUGA YOU SOUND LIKE A PROUD MAMA AND YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY. THE FONDNESS IN HIS VOICE WHEN HE SAID “I meant you too” STOP-

Look at them communicating like good little teammates ❤️❤️✨✨❤️✨❤️✨❤️❤️❤️❤️ I’m so proud. And it only took four seasons lmao Asahi stop apologizing challenge: difficulty impossible

Anyway. Just. Yeah. I had things to say and this also distracted me from the absolute yuck I feel right now. I'm loving Date Tech right now (Aone and Futakuchi's chest bump lmao- Speaking of, someone remind me how the hell Futakuchi's name is actually pronounced because season 4's English dub is just being ridiculous about it BUT I CAN'T THINK OF IT BEING PRONOUNCED ANY OTHER WAY ANYMORE). I am very excited to see what else happens this season. Not sure when I'll post again. But anyway byeeeee.

[sarah-sandwich-writes]

Any updates to Yo mama freaked out ? :D

:( Not since this one: post. That's literally where my draft ends lol Which I'm guessing you're caught up on since you're using the updated title, so :( sorry...

Here are my priorities for the rest of the year (stick with me):

July: Violet, like these delights (og fiction) - finish first draft. This is going to use up all of my free time and attention if I want to complete it by the end of the month (which I do). Difficulty Level: Difficult

August: Iron Impostor/Hometown Hero (Harley-centric gen fic) - finish editing. August is a tricky month because real life gets busy (and stays busy for the rest of the year tbh), but I do have a vacation in there so I'm hoping I can dedicate some solid hours to getting this guy up to snuff. I've already done the first read-through, so what's left is just actioning on the notes I made and to finish writing the gosh darn epilogue (which I can milk until posting day, so I don't even have to make it good yet). I might throw out another chapter of another time, a different place in here too but we'll see if I remember :) Difficulty Level: Easy

September: II/HH - begin posting. I don't have it broken out into chapters yet so idk how many weeks of posting there will be, but I'm guessing 2-3 months? 10-12 chapters maybe? It might be less than that. It's at 61k right now so it certainly won't be another Lemon Boy taking 6 months to post lol Difficulty Level: Easy

Sept-Dec: II/HH, Yo mama freaked out, and another time, a different place. I'll be posting II/HH and alternating between writing YMFO and ATaDP as the muse takes me. This time of year is a lot of running around for me (fingers crossed we can get a school permit for my daughter so she can drive herself to volleyball practice Every Single Day) so I won't be trying any crazy pushes to finish things like I'm doing this month with Violet, but I do plan to focus my writing time on these two fics and make some good progress on them. Posting weekly makes it harder because it's a time suck. I always do a final round of edits on each chapter as I get ready to post (the longer the chapters, the more time it takes for that final edit) and it's always a little painful for me to flip between the editing mindset I need for posting (searching for errors and reaching for perfection) vs. the drafting mindset I need for writing (perfect is the enemy, done now, good later), but I should be able to devote a good portion of the week to writing. Weekends for sure, as long as there aren't any volleyball tournaments. Difficulty Level: Moderate

Jan: Violet - begin editing. Shifting back into full-time revision mode is always a process. Getting into it in the dead of winter after I've just exhausted myself with holidays is a pain in the ass. Difficulty Level: Difficult

So ANYWAY back to Yo Mama. Keeping in mind all of that 👆 I've been considering maybe possibly doing the post-as-I-go thing for Yo Mama like I am with ATaDP. It will be slow updates (like I just updated for the first time in six months haha oops hopefully not that slow but no promises) but since I'm so busy now it's going to be long time until Yo Mama is all the way done anyway. I've got 9k written and it's pretty solid. I've shared A Lot of it here actually lol so I really don't mind posting it on AO3 pretty much as is (gotta do that final edit though, I gotta), but if I do put up the first chapter it won't be until Aug or Sept.

What do you think? I want to get my fics out there. I want to see people be hyped about them so I know working on them is a rewarding use of my time. I think I need to stop angsting so much about having the chance to revise them in their entirety and accept that I'm in a different stage in my growth as a writer, and I can loosen my grip and post as I go. They don't need to be perfect and I don't need to hang onto them so tight anymore.

I think I just talked myself into it actually lol thanks for giving me the little push I needed I guess! Still, let me know your thoughts, Nonny. And anyone else who read this far 👋🤠

[sunny-daze-days]

Vent post I guess. Idk I'm just putting this out here so that I can at least pretend someone is listening to me, and if someone is that's great! But if not that's fine too. As I said it's to give the comforting illusion of an audience.

Whenever I talk to my mom about what I'll do after college and how I want to be something great, how I want to make a difference in the world (both for me and people like me), she always makes me feel like my dreams are so stupid.

Like she might not mean to i guess, but today I was talking about how I want to do something amazing, something great after college, because she asked what I wanted to do. And she never once said "I know you can do it" or "I'm proud that you're taking steps to becoming great". All she said was that there's nothing wrong with being working class and that there's nothing wrong with not going to college or not being a scientist or academic or whatever else it was that she said.

And all I could think was that she doesn't believe in me. She doesn't think I can do the things I set out to do. Is she not proud of me? The only praise she gave me was giving me kudos for my good driving. Half of me thinks it's because she's biased against intellectuals because of those stupid right wing podcasts she listens to or because she listens to fox news....but the other, less rational half of me, thinks that she really just doesn't think I have what it takes to succeed in my field. And that hurts.

I mean my mom is supposed to support me on my journey and most parents would be happy for their kids to go to college but my mom almost seems dissapointed. And that sucks because she's basically the only fucking parent I have since my dad skipped out on my family. I don't know it's just a really weird feeling to have. Like constantly wishing for your family's approval even though you're probably never going to get it from them in any meaningful way.

And I can tell that my mother loves me, and I can tell my father loves me. But I do not feel loved. I do not feel happy with the attention they give me. Most of the time I feel like they make no effort to understand or know the real me.

Knowing you're loved but not being able to feel it, because their love is not the kind you need, is a special kind of torture. Especially if one essentially disregards any achievement you make that is academic. Repeatedly over and over, she has expressed disapproval for my college degree, for my school projects in regards to social change (trans rights, prison reform, climate change advocacy), and for my general life choices. Just once in my life I wish that someone in my family would love me without conditions, without reservations, without judgement of who I am.

Fuck, the only person I think that even cares about my academic achievement lives in the next state down and the other one is dead. The fuck even is this. I'm so tired of feeling like my accomplishment don't matter to anyone other than myself and to my fuckimg girlfriend and my aunt KP. I'm so tired of it and it's honestly making me question whether my degree is even really worth it if that's the kind of reaction I'm gonna be getting from the people in my own family

Anyway yeah that's it. That's the gist of it. Jesus Christ I need a break. Just 3 more days and I'll be done with this semester and I can put my worries away for a while.

[restesdelune]

*A Richonne Content Rant*

> Comin' Soon on Restes de Lune ?

Hi TWD fam, Richonners, gals, guys and theys

I've been editing like crazy but the youtube algorithm won't let me post my 20min edit of HRWB #3 - Next World Lovin' (A day in the life of Rick Grimes) without butchering my work. Looks like I won't be able to finish this series with a bang like I hoped.

So here's a load of stills to give you an idea since for now, all my hours on it just went down the drain. I still want to share something though, as I know others are just like me :) Maybe I'll share snippets, bits by bits... :(

Here's the first part

Idk, looks sexy and funny to me! ^^

I still don't understand why so many channels can host whole scenes of the show online, HD scene packs and longer edits and seem unbothered (good for them!) but I can't ?

Whyyy Ô Whyyy ?

My Richonne rabbit hole originally started with an Ultimate Edit From the prison to Alexandria. It was right after watching The Ones Who Live as it was released and I needed to go back and re-experience Richonne all over again. Unfortunately, it was too long of an edit and my hardware could not keep up...

That's when I took on smaller endeavours, exploring the origins of Richonne further from behind the scenes. I love listening to Danai talking about her work. So many actors tend to respond quite superficially to questions about their characters, Danai has such a profound understanding of Michonne, it shows both on and off screen and I'm here for all of it.

Then, I've explored more behind the scenes with Andrew and Danai's chemistry, and how it showed and still shows up on screen years later, and have many of us hooked, locked in a love chokehold everytime we see Rick and Michonne gazing into each others' eyes. That's how HRWB #2 came to become Dandy On Set and Off.

Yes, I'm fluffy like that and have no shame about it :)

Anyway...

I'll still try to edit further HRWB#3 and share it with you what I can, but I need to cut back my Richonne hours and find new ways to engage with the fandom if I can't find a better solution.

My series How Richonne Was Born was supposedly a lighter prelude to the deeper and more interesting work I want to share (see The Ones Who Love Live On teaser). Might take a while though, as I work too slow for the algo, so don't hesitate to sub to check me out here, on youtube and twitter to follow the work.

And yes, I'm gonna get even fluffier with these ones, and a lot more political too. Fingers crossed!

I still plan to share everything I wrote (essays and fanfic), it will only take yet a lot more time and creativity. Maybe I should just forget video and do a podcast? Just brainstorming in the tumblr open...

If you're into any of it let me know, feedbacks and advice are welcome! I may have started this on a whim but I found people along the way, and it's always easier when we're not alone and have support, right?

My posts about

"The Last Grimes"

The Michonne effect

Mother Michonne

**** See You around and Happy Shipping ****

[ieatlegoswithmilkncookies]

Well. You did say scream your interests...

Alr. So my first "fandom" was probably the PJO series? A friend of mine introduced me to it and we like.. roleplayed it all the time.

Then there was uh.. powerpuff girls? Though i never actually watched the show other than tiny snippets. Mostly saw the fan content(i did not have social media. Just youtube. Only that)

Then I was into FNaF. Like... a lot.

Probably one of the longest phases i had staying in a fandom and engaging with it(ppg being the first one i did something in)(i would say mcsm beats the time by a long run tho)

I made gacha videos :D like.. hah. It was fun tbh. Actually gave me a schedule and i had a lot of motivation and joy while doing it lol.

Then- everything went downhill... i didn't engage in anything you would call a 'fandom'. Except maybe looking at some random anime related gacha vids that showed up on my fyp? Until i came across(my current fixation) Mcsm. I don't remember how exactly. But it was like.. maybe a year or two before i got into middle school. I was really into playing with interactive content on Netflix, somehow stumbled onto mcsm. And it tore my gosh darn brain apart. I was screaming in my head 'I KNOW THIS! WHERE DID I SEE THIS BEFORE?? AAAAAA' for about 30 minutes and then played it. I remember being really excited and pointing at... um at least three characters yelling "I REMEMBER THAT GUY!!" Only by their looks(i had my favorites back then. They did not change one bit)

My lil brother joined in a little later with our lil sister, found the netflix version also has dubs???(tbh... not really my style. Just.. dubs in general arent really my thing, but it just felt so different to the original vibe- didn't enjoy it too much).

So from then my life went- after school i would always run into my room and flop on the bed with the old ahh tablet i had since i was like.. 7?(I was probs 11-12 at that time). That tablet is also the same one i had downloaded the game mcsm years ago(only the first episode cuz it was free lol). Anyways

Every single day. I would run into my room to play the same thing on netflix. I would go through the entire season at least once. Then eventually i finally got the idea to search it up online(a.k.a. google). And that's when i learned YOU CAN'T GET IT ANYMORE????? AND THERE'S A SECOND SEASON??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE TAKING IT OFF OF NETFLIX THAT YEAR!(2019? I think)

So um.. i cried a little about that(not really. Just MILDLY disappointed and sad). Then as a joke i went to my mom asking her if i can get this "game that you can no longer buy in stores that came out in 2015 that i played all the time when younger and the same one me and my siblings have been playing like crazy on netflix the past year or less???" It was like.. 200 dollars or something? Idk. Thats what my mom told me. Or was it 20.. not sure. Anyways. It cost a lot. Especially for a game. So obviously she said no. But I asked if i could get it as my birthday gift for two years or maybe three... she actually got me it. So that's definitely gonna be a memory I'll be treasuring...

While waiting for that though, id stay awake at night now watching playthroughs on youtube. It was a lot of comfort to do that while snuggling a snack to eat while watching during periods.

And at that time I was on Twitter(not X yet). And i think thats where i found out about tumblr through an artist i liked cuz they also had an tumblr account to post art. So i went to tumblr. Did some random things.. before moving onto making my own stuff--- now I'm stuck here :>

One of the biggest problems i have about it is probably the shup- cuz the one i like isn't exactly popular and well- im fine with that. It's just that theres a very stupid reason for me to not be able to talk about it openly even if it's an assured safe place(or just about liking this fandom at all). Might just be a me problem but.. eh. There's also the part that no one in this country knows what it is! They might know it. But not really. Some of them go "oh- wait. I think I've seen/heard of it before...? Not even the minecraft youtubers did it. I remember my favorite doing it with a member of her old team- just the first episode though. There weren't many people doing it even as content so-

Still, i love them so much. I just make up a bunch of stuff in my head then forget all of that to only think of something else(and forget that one too;;)

Just- they're cute. They have a nice chemistry. You can see the signs! There's plenty! My friends agreed at least? Once i was having a sleepover with my friend. I tried a game she had while she tried mcsm. It was late and she was tired but she told me a few days later, she liked axel. He's her favorite. And that she can see what im talking about. That made me feel good

Also a little something about dreammz-, I would've been more deep in the fandom if i could talk about this more with my friends :(

I got my friends into it(sorta). And also showed it to my cousins. My siblings enjoy watching it too. But got no one to really talk about it ○～○

Nowadays im also doing a lot of jumping between different fandoms ive seen before or like, when they show up on my feed—

Ah-- okay sorry about rambling here- half of this wasn't even about my interests

Probably not the most fun thing to read-- sorry about that (>_<;;)

I'd love to hear about your interests too if you want?

my inbox is open always :>

Good morninggg!! :D

OKAY… LETS SEE…

- PJO: Read the books as a little kid in second grade right after reading Harry Potter. I loved it SOOO much!!! Now I’m rereading it all but I believe my attention span is a little slow for keeping up with what’s happening 😭💔

- Power Puff Girls: AHHH ONE OF MY CHILDHOOD SHOWS!!! I remember watching it for the main purpose of (I think one of the newer series?) having Nya’s VA in it for Buttercup!!

- FNaF: Oh goodness gracious…. EVERYONES HAD THE BIGGEST PHASE LETS BE HONEST-

- Gacha: My phase is something I would not like to discuss as it’s like ptsd to me/jk (😭)

- AHH MINECRAFT STORY MODE!!! I remember playing it on Netflix with my older brother!!! We’d fight over the remote, fight over wanting the female or male Main Character, I bawled my eyes out at the ending. It was SO FUN!!! I want to watch a play through one day because I Lowkey forgot practically everything… uhm… other then Ruben’s death because THAT’S ENGRAVED IN MY HEAD. I had such a long phase with this so when I met you and saw your pfp I was like “OH MY GOSH THEY LIKE WHAT I LIKE!!!!!” :3

- Totally understandable, honestly if I wasn’t on tumblr I would also be bombing up my friends about dreamzzz 😭😭 IF YOU EVER WANNA RSNT ABOUT IT YK WHO TO FIND….

Jumping from fandom to fandom is so real- I love being in multiple fandoms because the fact I got bored WAYY too easily if there’s nothing occupying my brain 😭

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR SHARING!! YOU’RE SO FREAKING COOL I CANT WAIT TO TALK MORE WITH YOU ABOUT YOUR INTERESTS INFACT ILL START WATCHING A MCSM PLAYTHRKUGH RN!!! If the YouTuber is generous enough to pick actual good options 😔‼️