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allthesethingswillendsoon · 5 months ago

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Long, long time

CHAPTER FIVE: There's a first time for everything

SUMMARY: Seventh grade marks some memorable firsts for the girls, both good and bad.

NOTE: Okay whoopsie this lowkey took me ages, but it's over double what I said it would be the other day, but it's not proofread, so if there are any mega plotholes just let me know. I don't mind this one, I think it could've been better but also it's like quite a memorable one for their plot development so like yeah. Also I'm thinking of also posting this on ao3 because I prefer reading on that platform so tell me if you think that's a good or bad idea. Okay, I hope everyone likes it and thinks it's semi-worth the wait.

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Warnings: Little bit of angst, Jealous Paige 6.6k words Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

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20th of FEBRUARY, 2015

OAKRIDGE, VIRGINIA

It was a normal, seemingly average Tuesday when it happened.

Paige woke up, she chucked on her clothes and went downstairs. She said a quick goodbye to her dad as he left for work and ate cereal at the kitchen counter. When the clock hit eight she grabbed her backpack and locked the front door. Azzi was waiting at the front gate as always.

They walked to school at a not too slow-not too fast pace, Azzi chattering about her crazy dream the night before - something about gingerbread men and a zombie apocalypse. From the moment they started walking to the moment they stopped, the dark-haired girl made a point to fill the air between them with consistent conversation, not that Paige minded, it was nice to just listen sometimes.

The first bell rang as they entered the school, and the best friends parted ways for their classes, Paige to Maths and Azzi to French. First period rolled into second period, which rolled into third period. Finally, after an agonizing three hours of education, it was time for lunch.

Tuesday was renowned for having the best lunch, mac and cheese. It was simply mind blowing that the lunch ladies -who were almost always one health code violation away from unemployment- were able to create such delicious food. Each bite was other-worldly, the perfect ratio of pasta to sauce. And after such a draining morning, every student at Oakridge Middle School was absolutely desperate for a taste of heaven.

Paige scoffed at the line of eager kids waiting for their bowl, amateur hour. If they were smart they would have known that you’re allowed to get two bowls, if Miss Amanda likes you that is. All Paige had to say on the matter was that Miss Amanda loved Azzi, arguably more than her own daughter. So, with a proud grin, Paige waltzed her way past the queue over to her lunch table.

Azzi and Paige had sat together at the same lunch table every day since they started middle school. They shared their table with a few other girls in their grade, who they were friendly with. It was a peaceful arrangement, and the cohabitation worked well for both groups.

As she neared the table, Paige felt her heart drop, something was very, very wrong. The state of the cafeteria could be described as pure pandemonium. Each pre-teen wolfing food into their mouths like their lives depended on it, and some of the most violent line-cutting techniques could be observed. Paige herself had been looking forward to their silent lunch break, expecting both her and her best friend to be fully focussing on their food as was normal on a Tuesday.

So, when her table came into sight, there was no doubt that something horrible had happened to Azzi Fudd. The scene was comparable to a renaissance painting, amongst all the chaos sat Azzi, two glorious bowls of mac and cheese in front of her, both of them perfectly untouched. She was staring ahead, eyebrows furrowed as if she was deep in thought.

There were many things Paige didn’t like about the world, but the thing she liked the least was seeing Azzi distressed. With a deep breath she walked over to the table, prepared to beat up whoever it was that had messed with her best friend.

“Hey Az!” Paige exclaimed as she sat down, her voice filled with so much enthusiasm it seemed almost fake.

“Hey Paige.” Azzi responded, glancing at her with that same pensieve look she’d had when she was sitting by herself.

Okay, now this was concerning. Not to be too full of herself or anything, but Paige was usually a fix-all for any of Azzi’s bad moods, so the fact her presence changed nothing, was definitely an issue.

“Everything good? You look a bit upset.”

“No, I'm not upset.” The younger girl answered, giving absolutely no sign of not being upset.

“That’s good, I’m glad to hear that.” Sure, she was glad to hear her best friend say she wasn’t upset, but that statement didn’t mean much when the best friend in question looked like she might drop dead from stress in the next minute.

Just before she was able to continue her investigation, Azzi took in a big breath, as if trying to breathe in all the courage she could, before she started, “Listen Paige, I need to tell you something.”

Oh god, what could it be? A death in the family? An illness? She didn’t even want to think, could she be… moving? No. No. That was not the time for spiralling. Paige took a moment to compose herself. Azzi was clearly upset by whatever was happening, and the last thing Paige wanted was to make her even more upset by reacting anxiously.

In the most calm tone she could muster, she asked, “Okay?”

“I’ve been keeping a secret from you.” Azzi said. She had clearly tried to sound confident, but the words came out sounding oh-so very sad.

“What? You’re a mob boss or something?” She joked, hoping to take away some of the tension that Azzi seemed to be drowning in.

“No, not that.” She deadpanned. Now, Paige was aware that it wasn’t her best joke, but she still thought it deserved a little laughter.

Normally Paige’s crappy dad jokes were enough to take Azzi’s mind off whatever was troubling her for at least a second, but nothing was cracking her shell. For a moment, Paige let her composure slip, “Just tell me Az, you’re really stressing me out.”

Then, Azzi’s stressed exterior slipped, giving way to a softer look, the one she saved for Paige, “Okay, so you know Aaron?”

Paige ran through a mental list of kids in their grade before she questioned, “Aaron B or Aaron W?”

“Aaron B.” Azzi replied. It was probably a trick of the light or something, but Paige swore that as her best friend answered the corner of her mouth flickered up into a smile.

“Yeah I know him. Didn’t he pee his pants sleepwalking at sixth grade camp or something?” Paige chuckled at the memory, there was nothing like the silly fun of a school camp.

“That was Aaron W, not Aaron B.” Azzi stated matter-of-factly.

Not laughing at the mob boss joke, sure Paige could get that. But not laughing at the thought of a twelve year old sleepwalking and sleep-peeing, simply unheard of.

Paige usually had pretty thick skin, but for some reason Azzi’s reaction mellowed her out, “Oh, right.”

For the second time, Azzi softened, her gaze meeting Paige’s almost apologetically, before she continued, “Anyways, so Aaron B?”

It was weird, the way she was acting. Her worried demeanour was a stark contrast to the urgency and statementness of her words. It seemed as if Azzi had been tasked with telling Paige this secret with as little personality as possible.

“What about him?” Paige questioned, deciding to help the younger girl move her explaining along.

“Well…” Azzi started, before suddenly developing the most intense interest in staring at literally anything other than the blonde girl sitting with her. A solid minute of silent waiting passed by, with Paige waiting to see what she had to say, and Azzi questioning if it was too late to back out.

Just when Paige thought she would never hear her best friend speak again, Azzi blurted, “He asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“What?! Paige near-yelled, she had almost stood up from the table in her outrage,“You said no, right?!”

Who did this chumbag think he was? Asking the Azzi Fudd to be his girlfriend?

God, it must have felt great for Azzi to put him in his place.

Nothing in the entire, ever-expanding universe could have prepared her for the words that came out of her best friend’s mouth, “I said yes.”

The words dropped like a bomb, waves of shock almost knocking Paige to the ground.

“What the fuck Az!? Why!?” This time Paige stood up from the table, hands slamming down, shaking the bowls of mac and cheese, before Azzi pulled her back down.

She got this shy look on her face as she spoke, her cheeks and ears burning, “I dunno. He’s cute, and he’s nice and funny.” For the first time during that lunch break, Azzi smiled. It was a different smile, one Paige hadn’t seen before. Once she saw it, she immediately wished she could unsee it. There was something about that smile, it held a different weight than her usual ones, like it meant something more, something deeper than when she smiled at Paige.

There was only one explanation, Azzi had gone crazy, and as her lifelong best friend, it was up to Paige to talk some sense into her, “Yeah, so what? I’m all of those things, doesn’t mean you’re gonna date me!”

Paige’s words settled in the air as Azzi returned her gaze to her. For the third time Azzi’s demeanor softened. She looked at her with such lightness, as if the weight of her vision would crack Paige’s skin open. Normally she liked it, but normal definitely did not include her best friend dating some random boy she barely knew,

Paige knew she was strong and she didn’t like to be babied, her exterior was tough and hard to break. The only people she ever really let loose around was her dad, and the Fudds. She knew none of the kids at school would ever be able to pick it, but she was a major dad’s girl. Not in the stereotypical, ‘pink princess’ way, but just in the way that her Dad was her hero, and Bob gave everything he had and more to Paige no matter what. With the Fudds, they were like the extended family she had never really had, being with them was great, she knew she was like a daughter to Katie and Tim, and like a sister to Jon and Jose. That being said, they were the people who saw her at her highs and lows, and they knew when to go hard or easy on her.

But with Azzi it was different. With Azzi she let herself go soft, let her guarded exterior turn mushy. Paige couldn’t count the amount of times she had cried over her mom, over life, tucked into the crook of Azzi’s neck. She would look at her with those soft eyes, and Paige knew it wasn’t patronising, she knew Azzi would never hold her moments of vulnerability against her. It was the only time she would ever let herself be unguarded.

But in that moment not even the look on Azzi’s face could make her feel better.

Yet, the whole situation was somehow made worse when Azzi spoke again, “It’s different Paige. Surely you’ve had a crush on someone before, it’s just different.”

With her words, some deep-seated anger arose from Paige. It was a weird feeling, being upset with Azzi - it had never happened before. Why would she say that, “It’s just different.”? Like their friendship meant nothing in comparison to her snapchat streak with a un-potty trained seventh grader.

“Yeah whatever Az.” Paige spat, her voice dripping with venom, “Why don’t you go and change his diaper or something?”

That time, Paige’s words were the ones to shock Azzi, “Why are you mad at me?!” Confusion was etched all across her face. “And also I told you that was Aaron W not B!”

“Same-same. Now if you don’t mind I have some Mac and cheese to eat.” Paige spoke dismissively, turning to give her full attention to her mac and cheese as she poked at it.

Paige avoided eye contact with Azzi like her life depended on it, not even daring to glance at her as she stared at her from across the table. It wasn’t until the second end-of-lunch bell rang that Azzi finally got up, leaving Paige to sit there with her thoughts.

And for the first time ever, Paige sat without Azzi at the table, and binned two, full bowls of mac and cheese.

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24th of FEBRUARY, 2015

OAKRIDGE, VIRGINIA

Paige had never considered herself a violent, or mean person. But there was just something about seeing Azzi and Aaron together that made her want to scream and yell and throw things. There were just so many things to dislike about Aaron, it was really hard to pinpoint exactly what made him so horrible.

Objectively speaking, he wasn’t ugly per se, but he definitely wasn’t a looker either. He had a button nose, a sharp jawline, clear skin, and bright green eyes.

When she put it like that she knew that it sounded like he could be attractive - but he was not.

Looking at Aaron was a jarring experience. It had never occurred to Paige how creepy-looking he was until Azzi started dating him. Aaron had managed to ruin her brooding time, she couldn’t glare at her best friend without seeing his ugly face, or hearing his revolting voice - or worse, his laugh.

When she heard two girls in English talking about how lucky Azzi was to be his girlfriend she barely stopped herself from turning and strangling them both, and instead shut her mouth as tight as she could, and clenched her fists till her knuckles were pure white.

To take her mind off the situation, she imagined him as a child, coming home from yet another lonely, friendless day at school to find his mother hosting an afternoon tea with her friends. They would fawn over him, and say “You’re going to be such a heartbreaker!” as they pinched his cheeks. Of course, they all knew it wasn’t the truth, but that’s just what you say to unfortunate looking kids, who grow up to be unfortunate looking pre-teens that ask out girls way out of their league.

Maybe what irked her was the fact that Azzi had smiled when she spoke about him, that saying the things she liked about him broke her out of her broody trance. Or maybe it was the way her cheeks had tinted the prettiest pink. How the galaxies in her dark brown eyes lit up a thousand times brighter. How the dimple in her cheek popped when she hung out with him, how her laughter at his shitty jokes echoed through the halls, honey sweet and sing-songy.

It was only when she came upon that specific reason for not liking him that she realised that maybe that gnawing, sour feeling that had settled low in her belly was something more akin to jealousy. And then, in the same strand of thoughts she decided to stop thinking altogether about why she didn’t like him, and instead just double down on the fact that Aaron sucked and she absolutely hated him.

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27th of FEBRUARY, 2015

OAKRIDGE VIRGINIA

The final nail in the coffin came when Paige left her third period Spanish class.

It was a Tuesday, which meant the best mac and cheese in the world. But it also meant it had been a week since Paige and Azzi had last spoken.

If avoiding Azzi was an olympic sport, then Paige had become a twenty-time gold medalist.

For the first few days they weren’t talking, Paige made a point to stay in Azzi’s vision. She had decided that if she had to be reminded of the emptiness of Azzi in her life, then Azzi should be reminded of Paige. She made sure to be subtle with it, instead of standing directly in front of her, she’d ensure that Azzi would catch glimpses of her from her peripheral vision. Paige would watch as Azzi would spot her, then she would force herself to keep a straight face as she watched her best friend apologise to Aaron for forgetting what it was he had been saying.

That whole thing had been going perfectly, exactly to plan, but then it just started to make her really sad and really angry, and then, of course, her only option was to avoid Azzi, no matter what it took.

She thought it would be simple, she knew Azzi's entire timetable, she knew which hallways she walked down, she wouldn’t be surprised if she could estimate the amount of steps it took for her to get from point A to B. So in theory, it should’ve been smooth sailing to stay away from her, but nothing in her life had been easy, except Azzi - up until that point.

Aaron simply had to ruin, not only her friendship with her best friend, but also her ploy to never see her again. Obviously, because she wasn’t weird, she had absolutely zero idea about Aaron’s timetable, let alone his whereabouts, and in the past week the boyfriend-girlfriend duo had become attached at the hip, meaning it was nearly impossible to avoid them. The key word being nearly.

Paige had been working tirelessly to avoid the both of them, and somehow she had been able to manage it. Her genius strategy? Waiting till the second bell to leave for her next class. On the negative side, she had sprinted away from basically every hall monitor in the school multiple times. But on the positive, she had not seen Aaron and Azzi together in days, which was basically all she wanted.

As glad as she was to not see them together, it was the first time ever that Paige wasn’t on speaking terms with Azzi, and it made her really, really sad. Which was why she wasn’t thinking straight when she left third period Spanish and walked her usual route to the cafeteria - out the language corridor, round the gym, past Aaron and Azzi holding hands, then home-free into the cafeteria.

What. The. Actual. Fucking. Fuck.

Paige isn’t a squeamish person in the least, but the sight of Azzi’s soft hand encased in Aaron’s sweaty one nearly made her throw up. It was surreal, it felt like time had paused, like Paige was floating in time, stuck in place staring at them as they walked hand-in-hand down the hall.

She could have stayed in her trance all day, glued down in the centre of the hallway, but thanks to Mac and cheese Tuesday the hordes of smelly tweens are pushing her forward towards the cafeteria.

Just like the week before she walked past the lunch line and went straight to her table. Since Azzi had been sitting with Aaron and his little minions, Paige had been left to sit with the girls they shared their table with. There were four of them, and they were nice, something Paige had never cared to notice, too busy with Azzi to pay attention to the girls sitting two feet away from them.

They were nice in all the cliche ways, but what made their kindness stand out was the fact they had not mentioned Azzi once, and had simply invited Paige into their conversations. It was good for her to talk to other people, to get out of her head.

She was aware that she hadn’t been looking or acting her best since the previous Tuesday, but no one had said anything or shown a reaction to her disheveled appearance. It was only on that Tuesday, when Paige had stomped her way to the table that the girls had acknowledged her delicate state.

“Hey Paige!” Shania greeted, her friendly smile quickly growing concerned as she and the rest of the group took in her severely agitated condition, “Are you alright?”

“Wha- Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about here!” The table continued to stare at her worriedly, perhaps more so after her seemingly, self-assuring response.

“Oookay, cool.” Shania responded, voice filled with nothing but good-willed apprehension.

The table fell into silence, the girls trying to figure out how to deal with Paige’s nuclear state, and Paige trying to act as normal as she could after seeing her best friend of seven years holding hands with a grubby boy.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you about this Paige! There’s a party this Friday at Ryan’s, and you should totally come along!” Emma squealed at her excitedly.

“Yeah, sure, I’d like that.” Paige responded, trying her hardest to sound happy despite herself.

“Yay! I’ll text you the deets,” Emma said, passing Paige her phone, encased in pink diamontes, “Put your number in.”

Paige dutifully poked in her phone number before handing it back. The girls fell into conversation about the party, talking about drinks and other people that were going. Paige was content with letting it go in one ear and out the other, until she heard the name ‘Aaron B’ sandwiched in between the names of the other partygoers.

Aaron going to the party meant Azzi going to the party, that meant they were both going to the party that Paige was going to. Great. Just great. She would get front row seats to their love-fest, how exciting.

For some reason that knowledge didn’t make her cancel, instead it fueled her with reasons to go. She wanted to be there, and wanted to be the one to surprise Azzi with her presence. She wanted her to feel that same stomach dropping feeling she had felt all week, she wanted to be the one with the upper hand. Another, softer part of her, wanted her first, boy-girl, alcohol party to be the same as Azzi’s, even if they weren’t experiencing it together, together.

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2nd of MARCH, 2015

OAKRIDGE VIRGINIA

The school day had dragged on for so long Paige had accepted the fact that it would never end, meaning she nearly cried tears of joy when the end-of-school bell had rung out through the halls.

Ever since Tuesday she had been buzzing with both nerves and excitement. She was convinced that going to her first proper party would cause some cosmic shift within her universe, like the clouds would part and the angels would sing to her the second her hands touched the glass of a lukewarm berry cruiser.

With much more enthusiasm than necessary she had swiped her book into her backpack and power-walked out of school. That had become a prime part of the ‘avoiding Azzi’ plan, leaving way too early for school in the morning, and booking out of school the second it ended to make sure their paths didn’t cross.

As she walked into their street, a pang of guilt struck through her chest at the sight of the Fudd house. It had been killing her, not just the radio silence between her and Azzi, but the subsequent disconnect that had happened between her and the rest of Azzi’s family.

It was odd, she hadn’t felt the shoulder punches from Jon and Jose in over a week. Hadn’t been yelled at motherly by Katie in over a week. Hadn’t been pulled into a daughter and extra-daughter hug by Tim in over a week. They were things that were a part of her daily life that she had always taken for granted, assuming they’d always be there.

That wasn’t the only thing she had missed, mostly she had been missing Azzi. Paige missed her so much, she just missed everything about her. And she had officially decided that she would try to make up with Azzi, preferably as soon as possible. Her best case scenario had her hoping for a reconciliation at the party that night. All she had to do was pull her away from Aaron and she was golden, she was one hundred percent sure that Azzi would forgive her once she apologised, because she really was sorry.

The more and more she thought about the whole situation the more she realised how absolutely crazy she had been acting, from quite literally the moment Azzi told her. It was like a switch had flipped in her brain, and all rational thinking had been thrown out the window.

As she showered and got dressed for the party Paige was growing increasingly excited at the prospect of speaking to Azzi again after what felt like a lifetime of separation.

She got her dad to drop her off at seven-thirty at Ryan’s house. Her dad had given her a stern talking to about drugs and alcohol, and the dangers of them.

Unfortunately, Bob would have been severely disappointed to find out that Paige had accepted a cruiser immediately upon arrival. As excited as she was to talk to Azzi, she was also desperately nervous about going to her first party, and having to enter by herself. Although the cruiser didn’t reveal cosmic secrets to her, it did send the lightest buzz through her, and inspire her to go to the kitchen and concoct a wickedly bitter vodka-juice blend in a plastic red cup.

After a while of floating around, Paige spotted Shania and her friends in the corner, and quickly made her way towards them. As she does she scans the room for Azzi and/or Aaron. That still made her upset, that they were now always together, like Paige and Azzi usually were, but whatever, Paige was there to make up with Azzi, not trash on her stupid boyfriend.

She walked up to the girls and fell into the simple chatter that they constantly had going. It was nice, they were nice, the way the alcohol made her feel was nice. She was content, simply standing there huddled in a circle with them as they discussed something Paige really didn’t care about. It appeared they were going to stay like that, until someone yelled ‘Spin the bottle time!’.

Suddenly, everyone, including Paige, was shoved into the basement, a large, misshapen circle of people sat in the centre of the room. Scanning the room once again, Paige finally saw her.

Azzi was sitting in the circle, pressed up against Aaron on one side and some random cheerleader on the other. She was wearing a pink sweater and her nicest pair of jeans, her hair was out and her lips were glossed a soft mauve. To put it simply, she looked really pretty.

Paige was leaning against a wall, her third drink and second cruiser of the night held firmly in her hand. She had opted out of the game, not wanting to have to swap spit with some stupid boy in her grade if the bottle were to land on her.

It suddenly hit her that she was sitting out of the game because she didn’t want to kiss someone, and that Azzi was sitting in on the game because she did want to kiss someone. And that someone would obviously be her boyfriend.

The thought of Azzi kissing him made her shudder, but she pushed it to the side. Azzi was her best friend and it should not have mattered to Paige who she kissed, so she decided not to care.

For the amount of hype the game had received, it was actually quite boring. Someone would spin the bottle, the bottle would land on someone, they would kiss, then the process would repeat. It wasn’t until Kathy Libertman spun the bottle and it landed on Johnny Albertson that there were some oohs and aahs. The fact that Kathy had the world’s most massive crush on Johnny was as widely accepted as the fact that two plus two equals four.

As Paige chuckled at the spin she glanced towards Azzi, who looked up at her at that exact moment. Instead of looking away like she would have a few days ago she held her gaze, blue eyes on brown for the first time in too long, and smiled just a little. A look of confusion mixed with shock passed over Azzi’s face before the corner’s of her mouth flicked up.

God that felt good. The cruisers hadn’t changed her life, but seeing her best friend smile at her like that again made Paige think that maybe the universe was on her side.

After Johnny had adeptly swerved Kathy, a few more rounds passed. Then, it was Aaron’s turn. Azzi was trying to play it cool, but Paige knew every single one of her nervous tells, the clench of her jaw and the furrow of her brows softening for a second as Paige gave her an encouraging nod.

Aaron reached into the circle and spun the empty coke bottle. It spun and spun and spun before coming to a perfect stop between Azzi and the cheerleader next to her.

The chatter of the room dissipated immediately as everyone watched in anticipation. Azzi was visibly distressed, and even Paige was nervous as to where the situation was headed.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering between his girlfriend, the strawberry-blonde girl next to her, and the coke bottle. With a big intake of air, he leant forward over Azzi and kissed the cheerleader. The room erupted in a mix of confusion and support.

Everyone in the room was watching as Aaron and the cheerleader kissed for what seemed like forever, but Paige had her eyes trained on Azzi, who looked like a deer in the headlights stuck between them. Pushing through the room, Paige reached a hand out to Azzi who gladly took it and let herself be pulled out of the room and onto the street.

They stood in companionable silence, there were things they needed to say, but not yet.

It was nearing eleven o’clock when Paige called her dad to pick them up. The night air was chilly but when Paige’s hand brushed against Azzi, her whole body heated up from her best friend’s warmth.

Paige didn’t know if Azzi had been drinking or not, but she knew when they got into her dad’s car that he would know that Paige had in fact been drinking, and hadn’t heeded her dad’s warning. She expected a lecture on the danger of drinking but instead was met with absolutely zero conversation directed towards her, instead, her dad was talking to Azzi, catching up with her about the past week and a half of their lives. It hadn’t occurred to her till then that Azzi was just as much a part of her family as Paige was a part of hers - she had missed Azzi in her life so much.

The two girls went straight to Paige’s room and Bob to his. Only when they were tucked safely into the gentle warmth of the bedroom did Paige speak, “Listen, I’m really sorry Az. I don’t know why I was being so crazy, he just made me so upset, like I knew you were way out of his league and I just knew that you deserved way, way better than him.”

After her rant Paige sort of expected Azzi to get mad at her and let out her anger at the whole situation, yet Azzi simply smiled, “Yeah you were being pretty crazy, but I’m sorry too”

Paige scoffed at that, earning a confused chuckle from Azzi, “What are you sorry for? You literally did nothing wrong.”

“Well I should’ve told you ages ago, we had been texting every night for two whole weeks before he asked me out, and I don’t really know why I didn’t tell you… It’s just that I was really worried you were gonna react… exactly like you reacted, y’know?” The curly-haired girl explained.

“Yeah, I get that, I did have like the worst reaction a person could have,” Paige confessed softly “I mean, I’m just so sorry Az, I wish I never got angry, I’ve missed you so much.”

Azzi pulled the blonde in for a hug, her head nestled in the crook of Azzi’s neck, the familiar, sweet aroma of her perfume filling her senses.

With a squeeze Azzi pulled away, before she flopped face-first onto Paige’s bed, “God that was so embarrassing.”

It was quite the situation, but it was definitely way more embarrassing for Aaron, like, fumbling the single-most pretty and smart and kind and funny girl in the whole school. She decided against saying that, and instead tried to lighten the situation, “Could’ve been worse, you saw what happened to Kathy.”

“Yeah, but Johnny’s not her boyfriend.” Azzi mumbled from her spot splayed out on Paige’s bed.

“That’s true I guess.” Paige responded thoughtfully, accepting defeat.

“Great. thanks Paigey.” She grumbled light-heartedly.

Right before Paige went to apologise Azzi sprang up into a sitting position on the bed, “It just sucks y’know?”

“Yeah I know.” Paige hummed in agreement. Their shoulders were pressed together again, and Paige could feel the touch and the alcohol mixing and making her brain short circuit a little

“Like I really thought I was gonna have my first kiss tonight” Azzi huffed in upset annoyance.

“Well look on the bright side, he’s a mega dick, so really you dodged a bullet.” Paige reassured her.

As much as she was glad that Azzi had found out what a douche he was, she wished even more that it had happened quietly, not in front of a big crowd of people.

“You’re actually quite right.” Azzi agreed after considering her statement for a moment.

Paige playfully shoved her with her shoulder, “Of course I am.”

Azzi went quiet for a second before she turned to look Paige in the eyes, “Yeah. I want my first kiss to mean something. To be with someone that really cares about me and stuff.”

The words came from her mouth before she could think about what she was saying, “I mean you still could.”

Paige didn’t know what it was that made her say that. Maybe it was the liquid courage from before. Or maybe it was the adrenaline from making up with her best friend. Or maybe, just maybe, it was the way the streetlight glow filtering in through the windows was hitting Azzi’s cheekbones just right, how her lashes were long and her lips full. How Paige wasn’t sure she had ever truly appreciated Azzi’s beauty before the way it was meant to be.

“What do you mean?” Azzi asked. It seemed like a question, but with the way Azzi was batting her eyelashes at her, it started to seem more like a challenge.

Paige’s brain actually did short circuit for a split second that time, but then, mostly thanks to the liquor, she decided to just double down and speak with confidence.

“I think you know what I mean” She responded, her blue eyes flickering from Azzi’s doe-y brown ones to her soft lips.

Almost imperceptibly, Azzi shifted closer.

“Yeah.” She breathed out shakily, breaking eye contact to not so subtly look at Paige’s mouth.

“So can I?” Paige asked, moving her hand to rest on Azzi’s shoulder; confidence suddenly oozing out of her every pore.

“Yes.” Azzi responded quickly, her eyes trained only on her best friend’s mouth, before starting again, as if trying to regain some dignity, “Yeah. Yes please.”

Paige gave a soft smile before moving her hand up to cup Azzi’s jaw, the other settling feather-light on her waist. She watched as Azzi’s breath hitches, and her eyes flickered close. Paige followed suit, leaning in slowly. Azzi’s hands were hovering over both of her shoulders, as if unsure of what to do. Paige doesn’t mind though, if it weren’t for the alcohol that was running amok through her system they probably wouldn’t have even been in that situation in the first place.

After an eternity of leaning in, their lips touched in a soft peck. Only for a second, before they pulled away. Azzi tasted sweet, like canned lemonade and strawberry scented lip gloss. Her skin was warm under Paige’s hands.

Maybe it had been minutes or days or years since their kiss, neither were sure. All Paige knew was that she wanted to kiss Azzi again, and so she did. That time she let herself linger, let herself apply a little bit of pressure, and in return Azzi pressed in a little harder too. When Azzi made a little sound of contentment Paige thought she might explode. She wanted to keep going, but something told her to stop, to let it be good just as it was.

When she pulled away and opened her eyes, Azzi still had hers closed. And for a split second, Paige swore she caught a smile on her face, a kind of smile she had never given to Paige before.

Now that was it. That was the cosmic feeling Paige had been waiting for. Scratch the cruisers, scratch everything else, that was the feeling. The kind that people chase their whole lives, and Paige had just experienced it on a random Friday night in the quiet of her room.

Friendship really was magical.

Azzi was her best friend, of course it would be her, they were the closest of all platonic soulmates.

A few seconds later, Azzi opened her eyes, and smiled at her. Her hands were still on Paige’s shoulders and she decided that she wouldn’t mind holding onto each other like that forever.

Kicking off their shoes they surrendered to wearing their outside clothes to sleep. Paige had a double bed, which was the absolute perfect size for two people in Azzi’s opinion.

They tangled together in a mess of warm limbs under the blanket. Azzi had her head on Paige’s chest, listening to the rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat.

“Thanks Paigey. I’m glad you were my first kiss” She whispered against her jumpered chest.

“I’m glad you were mine too Az, that’s what best friends are for, right?” Paige smiled good-naturedly, her chin coming to rest against Azzi’s head.

Azzi let out a little choked sound before she responded, “Yeah, best friends, totally.”

Paige ignored the weird way she was talking - it had been a long night - and pulled Azzi into her just a little tighter, prepared to let sleep take over.

Just when she thought she was about to fall asleep she heard Azzi’s whisper again, “Paige, you were right.”

“Yeah I usually am.” Paige smirked sleepily.

“So full of yourself, god.” Azzi said as she used her arm draped around Paige’s waist to poke her in the side.

Wincing slightly Paige gloated, “That’s like the second time you’ve said something like that to me tonight.”

“Yeah whatever you goof.” Azzi conceded, seemingly forgetting about whatever it was she had to say.

Paige wanted to sleep, but she wanted to know what it was that Azzi was going to tell her, “Wait, so what specifically was I right about?” she asked as she gave Azzi’s shoulder a soft squeeze.

“Oh right” Azzi spoke softly, “It was Aaron B.”

Azzi always got a little out of it when she was tired, but she always remembered to finish her sentences, “It was Aaron B, what?”

Paige thought she had fallen back asleep after Azzi had gone silent for so long, but after taking a quick inhale of breath Azzi answered quietly, “It was Aaron B that peed his pants on sixth grade camp.”

If it weren’t for the fact Paige was so determined to know what Azzi had said she would have missed the softly spoken words, but she didn’t and she was so glad she heard them.

Paige burst out laughing and Azzi followed along.

“You’re kidding me!” Paige wheezed between gasps.

But Azzi was too busy laughing so hard she could barely breathe, clutching onto Paige’s arm as her mouth opened wide in silent laughter.

That was how they fell asleep, tucked into one another as their heaving laughter gave way to shallow, sleeping breath.

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Feel free to send me asks or opinions and stuff in my inbox or DMs, responding to them is my favourite it's so much fun. As always, thanks for reading :)

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #paige x azzi #pazzi #uconn wbb #azzi fudd fic #paige bueckers fic #uconn huskies #uconnwbb #wcbb #lesbian #long long time

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widefuturesss · 5 months ago

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it’s crazy, confusing and humbling reaching this stage in my becoming where I’m no longer the youngest in the midst of my fellow co-creators

and by young, I even mean young in the practice of becoming a creator of worlds; I had wide eyes and was happy to connect with anyone willing to share knowledge, resources, space and simply: validation,,, yet my willingness to share my potential (because I didn’t exactly know how to or what direction to cultivate it in) led to a lot of uneven relationships with power hierarchies and various forms of abuse & exploitation. It was like I was yearning for community in an industry of cliques, which reminds me of how as a kid I always caught the eye of popular kids but could never fully fit into their spaces because through and true I’ve always been an outcast, a nigga attracted to soul beyond an exterior, I feel truly seen in the margins; and I can truly see the non-visible, it is where I find most realness, I mean real roots is indeed in the underground

But yea, all this to say that I’m at a place where I can rlly see how we’re inspiring and influencing another age of young people, most especially femme spirits. It’s been an honor to be able to validate and advice and also give platform to y’all because it really feels like I’m giving it to 15 year old me that rlly just wanted to grow. Yet it is also an eye opener as I come to forgive the older sistahs that made me feel small, because I understand how industry makes us competitive and feel as though there’s a scarcity that we must need to fiercely protect in order to maintain our relevance

I also just understand the insecurities of this existence, and how capitalism tells you there can only be One best according to a fixed and rigged standard of value based production… i understand the tensions of jealousy and rivalry, it’s crazy cuz it doesn’t just come from u but the people around you, back in Nigeria, niggas was telling me “this person is copying you”, this person is soo you coded blah blah blah but damn! This shit is poisonous to the mind — I want to become so my sistahs may become, so we may all become and raise the frequency of our collective space and materiality,,,

yet it’s easy to be power hungry in this world, especially when people actually wanna be fans/followers as supposed to co-creators… it’s hard not having an ego when some ppl straight up wanna worship u

I’m tryin my best and learning fr on this journey of figuring it out, most especially also learning my boundaries! Because it’s one thing being inspired and honoring the legacy and heritage of where our languages and methods are being sourced from, versus straight up just imitating and duplicating an aesthetic that limítates the ecosystem we’ve been building

much more to say but I feel grateful to be sharing these thoughts because wow, what a journey it has been already

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cyborg-franky · 1 year ago

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Hi OP I hope you’re doing well! ❤️ Can I request some hcs of one piece characters favorite video games?

Man this might seem so biased because I like/hyper fixate on only a handfull of games but lets see... [Yes, most of these are games I am into WOOPS]

Ace - Loves FPS - He plays games like Overwatch, TF2, L4D and Dead by Daylight. - He enjoys shoot first ask questions later type games. - DPS for life. - Borderlands is also a game he likes. - Saints Row, GTA, Duke Nukem. DOOM. Anything along these lines. - Action with a dose of horror element. - Explosions and fire are a huge bonus. Sabo - Sims - but on chaos mode. He loves to play God, and he’s the type of person who would build a pool without a ladder. - He might be against capitalism, but that doesn’t mean he won’t use a few cheat codes and pirate versions so his sims can live out their best lives.

Luffy - Pokemon games. He mostly plays Pokemon GO so he can go out and be social with his brothers and friends. He and Usopp do all the raids together. - Anything easy and brightly colored has his attention.

Nami - Mobile phone game queen. - Literally anything tycoon. - Where you can buy and sell and build. - Is like level 90000000 on every ‘swap something’ or ‘merge’ game. - Plays while making money at her job. Sanji - Dating sims, obviously. - Also, hentai games. - And Animal Crossing. Usopp - Minecraft, Strawdew Valley. Anything that's open and fun. - Also big into Pokemon and plays with Luffy, - He also loves point-and-click adventures like Monkey Island. Zoro - Pokemon sleep. - Streetfighter, TEKKEN, Mortal Kombat. All those sorts of games. - Shinobi games also.

Chopper - Cute, easy games or hardcore doctor simulators. - Animal Crossing. - Nintendogs, cats, anything silly and cute with animals.

Brook - Dating games - Hentai games - Among Us - Really dumb meme-bait games like I Am Toast and Goat Simulator

Franky - Minecraft, Roblox, anything that’s building and making. - Retro games, like Golden Axe, Sonic the Hedgehog, Streets of Rage, Toe Jam, and Earl. - Older platform and side-scrolling games.

Jinbei - Games you can farm and fish on. - Also racing/driving games. - Is a beast on Mario Cart Robin - Fantasy games like Skyrim. - Indie horror like FNAF, SCP, Zoochosis, I have no mouth, and yet I must scream. - All the really intense horrors like Silent Hill, Resident Evil, and Condemned. - Just anything with awful, horrible monsters and lore, and she is all over it and thinks the monsters are cute.

Corazon - Candycrush mom. Kid - GTA, Bulletstorm, the most bloody and violent games you can get your hands on. - Ones that are banned in countries. - Wolfenstein. - Also partial to the Guitar Hero/Rockstar type games. Killer - Cooking Mama - Guitar Hero/Rockband Marco - He doesn’t game alot, but if he sees an old-school arcade, he’ll go and play things. - House Of The Dead, Packman, Space Invaders, Time Crisis. He often gets dragged to the arcade by Ace.

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fishyfishyfishtimes · 6 months ago

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Our non-marine heroine Karleeen McQueen

You know what, you already know lots of stuff about Ahti II, I’m now going to tell you about Karleeen the spidergirl, Ahti’s best friend and the protagonist of a story I’m writing! A quick information sheet:

(+ Art reference)

Karleeen (with three e’s)… well, who doesn’t know about Karleeen! Probably not by looks, but you could read all about her on the papers some years back. It’s been a while, you'd hardly recognise her if you saw her now! Especially among the other jolly beachgoers, joggers, shoppers and summertime tourists; Karleeen lives in Naantali after all, with her single father on the coast of southwest Finland. In the summer it's busy, in the winter it's very quiet, all year round it's a very appropriate place for Karleeen, she thinks.

Now in her mid-teens (the Sirpaverse “starting point” is 2021), Karleeen is a most open and jolly girl! She loves socialising and chats with just about anybody she has a chance to interact with for more than five minutes. She’s always planning outings and looking to spend time with her best friends, too! She enjoys being silly, making wordplay and coming up with puns with ridiculous set-ups. Karleeen is a sensitive soul, she feels all of her emotions very strongly and shows them strongly, too. She sometimes has trouble regulating her emotional reactions and has a tendency to spiral. It's very difficult for Karleeen to lie, her feelings will be very clear from her facial expressions and body language no matter how hard she may pretend to feel otherwise. Not that she'd even lie! It would make her feel too bad.

Karleeen has loved nothing more her whole life than making "thingamajigs" — you know, machines, things that move, little inventions! It's so fascinating to her, how pieces that are little more than scrap on their own weave together into intricate creations that are far more than the sum of their parts. When she was a young kid she'd make things out of twigs and rocks and rope, but in her teens she's now moved onto more sophisticated methods, legos and actual robot-building sets. She's also dipping her toes into coding, so far it seems fun and it offers an additional medium for making things (only digitally this time). Karleeen would love to study mechanical engineering when she's old enough to go to a university, but it'll be a while until then! Besides for robotics Karleeen enjoys hiking in the outdoors, climbing trees, basking, collecting fun and/or useless trinkets of various kinds and strawberry-themed items, playing platformers and action-adventure games and doodling.

Karleeen’s a smart girl, but she struggles a lot with languages. Or, well, don’t let me entirely misrepresent her: she does have the achievement of knowing some ASL signs. Still, Finnish is the only language she speaks fluently and it’s her own mother tongue! She can’t quite get anything else stuck to her brain, speaking Swedish or Surish or even simple English feels like a chore. Like stated above Karleeen’s body language is very clear, one of the more common actions Karleeen does when she’s nervous, scared or sad is holding her hands and arms close to her chest.

Karleeen's favourite genre of music is classical, but she can't listen to it casually because it makes her very emotional. She likes pop, rock and soundtracks when it comes to just playing music in the car or with friends. Her favourite animals are elephants, and her favourite fish is the electric eel. Her favourite meal is minute beef steak with seasoned butter and chanterelles, but her actual favorite singular food item in general and favourite snack is wild strawberries. Her favourite drink is tap water. Her favourite flower is fireweed.

(Nowhere else to really mention this but Karleeen is also asexual and biromantic, it took a long while for her to figure out because her relationship with having human connections is rather complicated and unusual but she’s comfortable in that identity and doesn’t really overthink it, she has a lot of love in her heart for so many things so it’s only natural she would have a lot of love for many people too, she thinks)

#i want to point out that karleeen knows a little bit asl for a specific reason and not just because thats a sign language #apparently some people are under the impression that every deaf or hoh person in the world knows asl only?????#it is a specific feature that is unusual in her situation of being a finnish girl who does not interact with deaf people on a regular basis #and it is very intentional!#anyway. i love this girl and may you love this girl also when i actually finish my wips lol #karleeen is one of those few characters who came to me fully ready in a dream — even with a name!#karleen is also like an actual name which is crazy to me because i had no clue. im also coincidentally more used to the misspelled version #now having called karleeen that for years lmaoooo but thats how she was called in the dream UU #baby girl wonderful girl she has never done anything wrong in her life trust :]#karleeen #art #my art #sirpaverse #not fish

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sailingfireshipz · 5 months ago

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My 13x12 download. I want to preface this by saying this was the best standalone Chicago Fire episode this entire season. Miranda Rae Mayo was exceptional, which is why the adoption aspect stings just a little bit harder. I really want them to let her shine more because not only can she do fierce badass lieutenant, but she also does raw, vulnerable trauma survivor really, really well!

1. Stellaride opening 10/10. Stella's frantic cleaning wanting everything to be perfect. Kelly quickly picking up on that anxiety. Perfection

2. That lady's indestructible. Get well soon, Trudy

3. Violet sliding down that 🪜 "oh like it's hard" haaa giving the 💡 to Capp? Girl, you knew better

4. Loved Stella's quick redirect on Ritter & Carver. Kylies back on E51 can we just make that permanent?

5. My literal flight or fight response kicking in when I heard Stella Bella. 😳

6. Was surprised to see Cruz in the episode. Carver helping Ritter more please!

8. When Cole accused Kelly of keeping Stella away, i literally was like, "Here we go, lmao. First, the Grant reference now the Tyler audacity" Unlike with those first two though this angst actually brought Stellaride closer together 🥹

8a. Kelly immediately telling Stella instead of sitting on it. Stella immediately clocking in & addressing it. Ooooh, the growth of it all

9. Pascal " as long as you weren't cutting the brakes" oook but let's talk about it

10. Accusing Stella of abandoning her "family" when none of yall picked up the phone when her life was hanging in the balance really is something.

10a. Miranda Rae Mayo, in this scene! Why am i crying!?? Bravo

11. Stella Kidd backstory reveal 🥹 wdym she took care of her aunt, & two cousins, one of which was a baby all at a young age & after dealing with losing both parents at the same time. Poor girl has been taking care of other people more than she's been taken care of 🫂

11a. Side note: I'm pretty sure we just witnessed Kelly fall even more in love with Stella if that's possible. Same Kelly same.

12. Ritter & Dwayne nooooo 🫣 can't lie Ritter can't catch a break right now can he?

13. Second Stellaride loft scene, ooooh, we're being spoiled! This scene was hilarious, Novak, Kelly & these damn tongs, his little smirk, Stella too stunned to speak. Definitely early season Severide coded 😂

14. A punch in the gut & a point in the right direction. Look at Carver doing the work. Was not expecting him to be in AA, but after the trip, Tori took him on, makes sense. 👏🏼

15. Violet,Ritter & Novak, the trio we deserve

16. Hermann bringing that hose into that event iktr!

17. ANOTHER STELLARIDE LOFT SCENE. We are not worthy 🥹😭 but like also keep them coming?

17a. Did anyone notice Stella's hand on her stomach as she walked towards the kitchen? Oh, I'm going to be sick, yall 🤧

18. Stella talking about Aunt Lavernes PPD. The slight reveal that that's part of the reason she put off having kids. This is REAL & it translates as such a vulnerable & brave conversation to have. Again, Miranda Rae Mayo ladies & gents. 🥹

19. "I am not sure that I want to get pregnant, but I am sure that I want a family with you, Kelly." The suspense the silence her putting her hand on her chest as she waited for his response. Why am I holding my breath, waiting for his response. The face hold the kisses, and how is it that they just keep getting betttttter with time. If S4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11, hell 12, Stellaride could see them nooooow. This is insane!

20. Ok, so I'm not about to drain this because I've already done my adoption storyline spiral. What I'll say is it's already been done multiple times across the platforms. I'm just a little deflated in the implications that in the year 2025, we still are not seeing authentic storytelling when it comes to female main character leads having a planned pregnancy, carried to term & addressing the realities of how it impacts your life, career, marriage outlook on life etc.

20a. There's so many stories to tell & Stella, being a black female lieutenant, what better vessel to use to showcase them? 🤔 Maternal mortality rates in WOC, navigating PPD, and exploring different career opportunities while off active duty take us into another world of the job & life of first responders. Show me the politics show me the bureaucracy of being a female in a male dominated industry & how she challenges the status quo. Show me advocating for a lactation room at every facility or on-site childcare at HQ locations. Show me her starting or being a part of a support group for working/pregnant mothers. She me how they cope, how their marriages or relationships are impacted. Show me the sacrifices they make in comparison to their male counterparts. Don't show the 3rd adoption storyline in 2 years because you don't want to sideline Stella when, in reality, she's been sidelined the majority of the season so far. Get in the writers' room, conduct some research, do some interviews, and show me something DIFFERENT that hasn't been done 10x over.

Ok, off the soap box. I do have a question, though. Do we think they'll be met with some opposition during the adoption process because they're both first responders? Both running into the same fires? Just curious 🤔 We still have 10 more episodes to go, so let's buckle up for the rode ahead. 🤞🏼

#chicago fire #stella kidd #stellaride #kelly severide #always in my stellaride brainrot era #episode recap #my ramblings #is it crazy that I'm still hopeful

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wylanzahn · 10 months ago

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New-ish post, kinda posting this on different platforms and getting a general vibe check for some ideas I have. But basically this Halloween I want to actually do something for the TTRPG and Actualplay world (oh yeah I’m into those kinds of things). I want to try and get both players, GMs, and casual viewers alike something fun to look forward to this especially spooky season. I’ll probably talk a little more when we get closer to the actual season of scare-giving but just know that if you’re interested I’m still looking for people to join in!!

As my team and I’d first debut we’re going to try and do a two to four session actual play, which will probably be released in the weeks leading up to Halloween. We’ve had a couple good friend way in on the matter of “setting” but now I come to you fine folk. Mind you this is a horror campaign/arc so if…

Isn’t your thing, keep on a moving.

But without further ado here are a couple of the possible settings for our players, and myself, this coming espookee season…

1.) Somewhere off the coast of Florida, 1926 end of the first major housing boom in the state, a small island which calls back to the Spanish Empire, is Isla Boñyela, a small port made tourist location during the boom of disposable wealth in 1920s America. A small group of friends from the northeast tag along down for the perfect paradise vacation. Only to discover the island is much much older than anyone could have ever assumed. Whilst dealing with upstart gangsters, unnerving US soldiers, and the terrified locals they find something older than even undead conquistadors.

While I don’t have a working title, this is an old project in the running which I’ve had a few attempts at revamping over time. Its previous title was “perfect paradise vacation,” and runs on the Call of Cthulhu 7th Edition game. Anywho it’s a blast of fun with Caribbean lore, tone of anti-imperialism, and something dark lurking beneath the waves.

2.) 1950’s America, the nonexistent state of Mid-Atlantia (DMV coded) in a small suburban neighborhood where nothing goes wrong… it’s almost “All-Hallows-Eve” and little Johnny and Susie want nothing more than to trick or treat this year with all the big kids, Dad’s finally getting the big promotion at work, and Mom just got a new waffle iron! Sure everything is neat here in America. Heck you just got new neighbors! Newlyweds in fact from somewhere big and fancy, they sure aren’t like any of us in our simple town. But… and you can’t say exactly why but things are different. Or perhaps they’re all too the same? Everyday a repeat of ever other bland day that followed you over and over and over and over… and you could swear, while no one may listen to you there’s someone out there. Stalking you from outside your own home- or- perhaps, he’s just your friendly new neighbor welcoming you… to the end.

Ahhhhhh! I’ve also been working on this one for a sec and god writing it out does excite me. This is also a Call of Cthulhu game but modified/homebrewed to have a uniquely 1950s horror feel. This is definitely one of the more unique games I’ve written and am truly interested in seeing where it goes (even if we don’t choose it). This is for those who feel like isolation, fear of the unknown, fear from within, and liminal space horror comes best into play! So whadya say neighbor?

3.) The Enemy of My Enemy is My Friend, or How I Learned to Love Strahd, okay so this one is a lot less horror-y and falls much more under the comedic spooky category, just so yall know. Deep in the middle of Barovia, the ancient kingdom of Vampires, meets a council of Count Strahd von Zarovich's greatest commanders and lieutenants to hunt down Strahd's greatest enemy Rudolph van Richten and his party of heroes known as "The Grape-Smashers." Strahd's lieutenants have been gifted powers greater than any mere mortals, but are these gifts enough to stop Van Richten, or even enough to stop the personal ambitions of each other? Come find out in "How I Learned to Love Strahd."

Okay, as much as this may seem like a joke suggestion it cracks me up and I feel like it would be ill-advised of me to not at least mention it. In an era where "The Curse of Strahd," is well-overdone at this point, it's worth a take from an all evil "revenge story." Obviously this will be in Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, which, in my opinion, is really hard to use for horror, but this is a nice go-around. Come for the evil PCs, maybe a PvP battle or two, and a game of intrigue in the shadows of Barovia! All that and a buff Van Richten.

4.) Before Annapolis was ever called such it was known as Providence, a settlement of exiled Puritans in the Province of Maryland, but these early days were no easy set-up for the far-flung protestants... in the mid 1600s the English Civil War spilled out into their holdings across the waves as brother turned on brother, clan erasing clan, and something from the shores of the Old World would arrive in the New. When around every corner could be someone you've known your whole life, what's stopping them from hunting you in the depths of winter. All matters made worse when rumors of a witch begins circulating your small home.

Think "The VVitch" (2015) meets "A Field in England" (2013) meets Atun Shei's recent film "The Sudsbury Devil" (2023). It is the unexplored wilderness of early colonial Maryland, but the hateful warmongering that slowly builds that makes the horror and tension so clear. Unsure of what system we'll be using, but maybe the new Regency Cthulhu system.

5.) The Great Baltimore Fire of 1904 destroyed some 140 Acres of Baltimore proper... and in it's rubble awakened something far worse. But you and your fellow survivors are just trying to get by in the aftermath of the fire... only for something to call out, whether some strange magicks or perhaps just a sickness... but sickness doesn't even linger like this... it doesn't call to you...

Some more local history, aspiring from the actual Fire of 1904 things quickly devolve from there as rumors of a cult begin to spread along the streets of Rosland Park... a mysterious illness leaving even more dead... and the death of an eclectic professor. Definitely using the Call of Cthulhu 7th Edition for this one.

Aaaaaaaand that's it! Let me know what y'all think!

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synthient · 4 months ago

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I listened to the audio drama they're adapting into Space Eurovision, so you don't have to!

Bang-Bang-a-Boom: it's a 2002 Big Finish audio drama. It's a riff on Boom Bang a Bang, the song that won Eurovision for England in 1969 (if I'm being so fr. it's a little mid). And it's the originator of the "Intergalactic Song Contest" concept.

Yep. I bit the bullet, dropped 5 bucks, and dedicated 2 and half hours of my sunday evening to the cause 👍

If you're just tuning in, my personal cause (windmill tilt?) is the Eurovision Hypothesis: the idea that 1) Rogue is the Master, and 2) he's about to reveal it live onstage at Space Eurovison.

But if you're not a true believer in Rogue Eurovision Champion 2025, feel free to still benefit from my notes. Again, this thing is 2.5 hours long, and the current tardiswiki page just drops a couple Lore Points without doing a real recap.

But before I get into the plot, let's address a relevant out-of-universe detail:

The Transphobia Wrinkle

So, maybe it's for the best that I didn't realize this until after I finsished listening, because it let me approach this audio drama with more of an open mind. But it turns out that the original audio is by Gareth Roberts and Clayton Hickman. Roberts is the writer of Shakespeare Code etc, and the guy who, in the last few years, has gone full transphobia pipeline. It's a very textbook version of the pipeline: made a transmisogynistic tweet in 2019, got kicked out of a doctor who short story collection when the other writers protested, and proceeded to make it his entire personality and do a career pivot to right wing grifting (apparently he's now published an anti-trans book. Of course he's written a book).

Now, before I learned this, I'd already been theorizing that Juno Dawson is the writer on the upcoming Eurovision episode. I have reasons that tie in with my grand theory of Dungeon Master Eurovision Spectacular: RTD's no-spoilers insta comment on her debut was "shocks with Juno!" She made a BBC podcast (which you should listen to!) about the Doctor accidentally causing reality to get rewritten by an eldritch force from the beyond the universe, which also features a pair of alien exes with a lot in common with the Doctor and Master. She's mentioned writing Doctor Who fanfiction as a kid, which ties in with the meta-fandom aspects of the original Rogue episode.

But tbh? We don't really need all this circumstantial evidence to assume that Dawson wrote the episode. We know there are 4 guest writer episodes in the upcoming season, we can already link a couple of the guest writers to specific episodes (McTighe wrote the Ruby one, Angel-Walfall wrote the deep sea diving one), and we can pretty much process-of-elimination at this point that the Eurovision one is Dawson's.

If I'm correct - if the transmisogyny guy's audio drama is getting adapted for the screen, but by a trans woman - then I'm frankly not sure yet how I feel about that. I assume the production team is approaching that choice as a sort of reclamation slash middle finger. I also don't necessarily love that this guy's concepts are still being platformed, and that they'll presumably still have to credit him for it. But a lot will ultimately depend on how Dawson herself is approaching this adaptation process. (Was adapting this specific audio her idea?)

At this point, we don't know how much of the original is going to make it to the screen beyond the general premise. All this baggage might point to the likelyhood of a fairly loose adaptation.

But let's take a look at the original storyline anyway - if nothing else, it'll provide interesting context for any divergences.

And I do still have my little theories 📝

The Plot Summary

[Spoilers throughout for the audio drama from 2002. I don't think all or most of these specific beats will make it verbatim into the episode, but I can't promise that]

Our basic premise isn't just Space Eurovision. it's Murder Mystery! At The Space Eurovison.

Space Eurovision is being hosted on a space station that's a loose parody of Deep Space Nine. They're recently down a captain, but just as the newly hired captain arrives for duty, someone explodes his shuttle. The 7th Doctor and Mel stumble across the crime scene just in time to accidentally steal the murdered captain's identity.

Now people at Space Eurovision are getting picked off one by one, so the Doctor has to solve the mystery, while also playing the role of Star Trek Captain.

Our main suplots:

There's political intrigue going on between the contestants from Soviet Russia Planet and Psychic Hivemind Planet (whose language is so weird that they can only speak through a human interpreter). Their planets have been at war. There's a peace conference happening simultaneously with Eurovision. Is one of them trying to frame the other? (Spoiler: The Translator Did It. His name is Loozely because he translates......loosely.)

Did Soviet Russia Contestant spray the Doctor with a love potion? (yeah) (also, as pointed out by tardiswiki, her name is an anagram for vagina. Of course it's an anagram for vagina.)

Is something off with the stereotypical Star Trek Doctor and Star Trek Scientist? (yeah - she never went to med school and he's an alcoholic)

Is the nice mousegirl mediator from Mousegirl Pacifist Planet suspicious? (kinda, but only because she's secretly hosting the peace talks inside the Eurovision contestants' brains or something.) Did Mel just accidentally murder her with blunt force head trauma? (almost, but no)

Mel has befriended a himboish male pop star. Is he suspicious? (No, but the evil translator tricked him into swallowing a bomb)

Conclusion: the Doctor does his locked room deduction scene and reveals that Evil Translator is to blame. The theme song starts to play, but Mel stops it with a record scratch and points out that was too easy. The Doctor realizes there's still a bomb onboard, and it's in Himbo Pop Star's stomach.

The fake-doctor successfully removes it even though she never went to med school, while the Doctor goes onstage in Himbo's place. He wins it all with some sort of offscreen (off...audio?) spoon performance. The other characters realize that as a final twist, the Doctor isn't the real captain?! The Doctor goes "haha yeah :p" and fucks off in the tardis

My Notes

- First off, I doubt the Star Trek parody element is making it into the adaptation. It's already a little tacked on in the audio, and Deep Space Nine just isn't that culturally relevant at the moment.

(If the setting is still a space station, though...what do we think the odds are that it's Satellite 5?)

One one thing that does seem relevant to this run, however, is the fake Star Trek doctor. She lied because she wanted to live out her fantasy of being a Star Trek character. She killed a bunch of people with medical malpractice.

In other words, she cosplayed them to death. Deeply Rogue-coded! She's also a Doctor mirror. He's stolen an identity too; he just happens to be a little more competent at his Star Trek Captain cosplay.

- Aside from Star Trek, there are a couple references to Holmes and Watson (Mel: "You know what finally happened to Sherlock Holmes? Watson bashed him in the head with his own violin!") I feel like this one's actually more likely to get a shoutout. Maybe it's a stretch, but I have been comparing my little Rogue theories to TJLC this whole time

- The male pop star character reminded me a lot of Ricky September. His name also happens to be Nicky Newman. Coincidence?

I feel like either, RTD already stealth-adapted this character for Dot and Bubble (in which case we're probably not seeing another version of him in the Eurovision ep). Or...is there some small chance we're getting another Mundy/Belinda situation?

- There's a gag in the audio that Earth's national anthem is I Will Survive. The Rogue novelization actually makes almost the same joke, but about Can't Get You Out Of My Head. Coincidence??

- Will the episode still be doing the feuding planets storyline? tbh, I'm not sure Doctor Who should actually be touching any of the real Eurovision geopolitics. However...there is that clip of Skaro in the trailer. Hard to picture the Daleks sending a representative to Eurovision, but maybe that's exactly what would make it a good joke

- A significant plot point in the audio is that no one can understand what the Hivemind Planet contestant is saying until the end, when someone invents a special translation device.

RTD2 has been putting a lot of emphasis on the tardis's perception filter and auto translation. So I suspect that either this element will get cut, or it could be used as an opportunity for the tardis to meddle with the investigation.

- The record scratch: this also seems relevant to our current, 4th wall break heavy storyline.

Even if we don't get a literal record scratch, I think there's a high chance of a "record scratch moment" where we suddenly realize that the Doctor's solution is too easy, and the story can't just end there.

What if it turns out it was "too easy" because the whole murder mystery was staged for the Doctor's benefit?

That's what I think Rogue, or the Dungeon Master, already did in his intro episode: give the Doctor a murder mystery + Bridgton romance. So why not use Eurovision as an excuse to engage in two of the Doctor and Master's shared hobbies: murder mysteries (as either the detective or the murderer), and being a diva?

There's actually one other possibility for the staged murder mystery twist: the Tardis could have done it. That's one of my other big theories - that she staged Sutehk, the Ruby's mom mystery, and more.

But not only does this kind of, small-scale interpersonal murder not really seem like her style (compared to the Sutehk thing). But I think the Eurovision episode- which seems to be set right before the season 2 finale, btw - would be a good moment for a fakeout reveal. If the Master staged this mystery, does that mean he's staged the entire story??

But nope - all the big stuff was the Tardis. She's probably where Rogue got the idea for the murder mystery dates in the first place.

After all: giving the Doctor a story and letting him roleplay its hero seems to be the only way to get through to him, right?

Fin

Anyway! You can take or leave the Rogue stuff and the Doctor being trapped in a story (though I for one am dying on both those hills). But now that we know the basic framework that this adaptation is starting from, we can see what Dawson and RTD will choose to keep, add, or discard.

And surely they've gotta give the Doctor (or the Master...?) a full-fledged Eurovision-winning performance, right?

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I don’t think she was a particularly good friend at all, though she was certainly the best he ever had (which is pretty tragic, really). But that’s not due to any deficiencies in Lily’s character, but just because this is how childhood friendships between two very different people based on nothing but proximity often go. Lily doesn’t try to understand Severus as a person one bit beyond him being the one to tell her she was magic. Severus equally doesn’t understand Lily one bit beyond her being the one who made him feel important by listening to him tell her about magic. It’s self centred on both parts, but they’re children. Friendships like these usually hang together by nostalgia for a while but inevitably drift apart. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t important or transformative.

I do think she displayed a degree of classism regarding Severus as early as the train platform though. I also read the Evanses as upper working/lower middle class at best, but they live in a house with three bedrooms (because Petunia has her own room) in an area safe enough for the children to play in a well maintained playground without adult supervision. The Snapes are coded as living in truly Dickensian poverty, not just working class but underclass, in a 2 up 2 down, no indoor toilet, bath in a tin with shared water once a week kind of slum housing, and I’ll say as a Brit that nobody disdains the underclasses quite like the respectable working-but-not-on-benefits classes, because they think they’re feckless and give them all a bad name. Petunia got her attitudes from the same parents who raised Lily. There’s still a disparity there even if Lily isn’t *that* much higher on the ladder. Most of this slum housing is gone now except a few relics in the North, but it was poverty beyond belief. But where he’s really lacking compared to her is parental love and protection and the security in identity that comes with that. She doesn’t understand this in the slightest, but no sheltered child could, and it’s not on her to try at the expense of her safety because just as she doesn’t get how his poverty is limiting, he doesn’t get how her marginalisation is terrifying her.

For me, it’s a tragedy because they were two kids who never stood a chance, not a story of one irredeemable kid who threw away a truly wonderful friend.

Again, thanks for being reasonable and not leaving wild takes or personal attacks in my inbox.

The post this was in response to was specifically about the idea that Lily was a bad friend for ending her relationship with Snape after the Mudblood incident (and implicitly for not 'saving' him from joining the Death Eater. A choice he made as a fully autonomous person). I don't think you're saying that here, though---I'm fine with the interpretation that they both had trouble fully seeing each other as people and that their friendship was dysfunctional and would have ended anyway. There are a lot of ways to interpret Lily! I just think that blaming her for ending the friendship when she did is uhhh kinda misogynist (to be clear I don't think YOU are doing that at all, I think your interpretation is actually quite interesting. The one point I would take issue with is addressed later in this response)

I appreciate your insights on the class system, Snape and Lily's relative class positions and how that might have influenced their relationship. I agree that while they come from the working class, Snape is definitely worse off, and that Lily potentially held some prejudice against him (Petunia definitely does). Having gone back and reread the Prince's Tale, I don't see her doing this on the page (I have no idea how the train platform is meant to be read as classism but I may be missing some nuance), (excepting 'Snivelly', which is the one instance of her being classist towards him I think happens on page, and I don't blame her for that lol considering) and from what I've read I don't see her as a bad friend at all, but we don't see too much of their friendship and what we do see is subjective and also dependent on how we interpret the wider political situation, so I think you can validly headcanon she was an imperfect friend and her class prejudices MAY have influenced her relationship with him (though personally I think his growing alignment with Death Eaters was uhhh a good deal worse than any hypothetical classism on her part). I do think Snape's halfblood status and connection to the Death Eaters (established pre SWM) means that by SWM he had a more privileged position in broader wizarding society than Lily. I'm not British, though, and I really don't want to say much about class positions when I am not an expert!

What we do see in the Prince's Tale is Lily being more and more concerned about, y'now, the growing hate group that wants her and people like her dead. We never see Lily making disparaging comments about his background, and 'disparaging comments' is not even the same as 'actively trying to disenfranchise and possibly kill her' (as the Death Eaters he, yes, in part due to his insecure social situation and bullying by the Marauders, is well on his way to joining pre SWM). So I think there's something of a false equivalency you are drawing. She cannot fully understnad his abusive upbringing and complete lack of financial security, yes, but she isn't joining a hate group saying people like him shouldn't exist. Especially given joining the Death Eaters is not a sensible or justifiable response to poverty and abuse. It's understandable, but not justifiable. He had other options!

A lot of my read of Snape and Lily's friendship is influenced by the fact that I think our information about James and Lily is purposefully limited to mimic the experience of a child having to accept they can never truly know a dead parent, so I don't think we have complete information to judge either James or Lily by. From what we do see, I personally think she was a good friend to him, but I don't think there is only one valid interpretation. I do think from what we do see we are meant to see her as a good friend driven away by Snape's turn towards hate but part of the dilemma of Harry Potter is that we can never truly know her!

Feel free to interpret the Snape/Lily friendship how you want, just don't go implying he was Lily's responsibility to save (that's a general message, not to anon specifically)

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maria021015 · 1 year ago

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Here are some of my Stiles Stilinski Headcanons.

1. General Headcanons

2. Post-Void Headcanons

3. Stiles x Zaida (oc) Headcanons

General:

- Stiles has mainstream social media accounts (Instagram, TikTok, etc) but he barely uses them. He would have a few posts of himself with his friends and significant other, but he would not be regularly active. He’d mainly use those apps to scroll and send videos and memes to his friends.

- Stiles would be more active on other platforms where he joins conspiracy theory groups/pages and also geeks out about his interests.

- Stiles is a skateboarder. We saw a big image of a skateboarder on his bedroom wall in the early Teen Wolf seasons, so I believe Stiles has always been into skateboarding. When he was a kid he’d skateboard at the front of the house on the street and he’d come home all banged up from tricks he attempted. He would keep trying until he learned them. He kept skateboarding into his teen years until the supernatural took over and he didn’t have time anymore.

- Stiles would also be a huge gamer. He’d love combat games but also mystery and adventure games. He would also play horror games. He and Scott used to stay up gaming online with one another before the supernatural took over. They still do play sometimes when they get time and it’s a way to wind down and de-stress.

- Stiles would totally play Dungeons and Dragons. In season two he told Allison he was part of an online gaming community that battled mythical creatures - D&D would be right up his ally.

- Stiles loves bright and sunny days with a cool breeze. He was a really active kid and those were the best days to get out of the house. He remembers outings he went on with his Mom before she got sick, family days they’d spend at parks or walking through the Preserve. After his Mom got sick, he’d spend those days with Scott, playing on the street. Then after his Mom passed away and he moved into his teen years, he’d spend them running around town, skating, and messing around with Scott.

- Stiles doesn’t get a lot of sleep. He used to find it hard to sleep as a kid, and his Mom would read him comic books to get him to fall asleep. Sometimes it would work, other times it wouldn’t. Eventually, she got him a new pillow and told him it was a magic pillow that would help him sleep. After his Mom passed away he would get pretty bad nightmares, but his magic pillow helped. As he got older he knew the pillow wasn’t magic, but it reminded him of his Mom, and that was enough to help him get to sleep. He now can’t sleep without it.

- Stiles has always been morally grey. He breaks the law frequently, he advocates for resolving things with violence (even murder on occasion), he has always been a rule breaker. Part of it is a game/challenge to him - to see how far he can take it, to see what he is capable of. The other part is that he runs on his own personal moral code. His morals lie in loyalty to his friends. He would do anything to protect them.

- Stiles has ADHD and Generalised anxiety disorder. He later developes PTSD (post-void).

- Due to his ADHD, he was often labelled a trouble-child or a bad student, or the class clown. His parents were his biggest advocates, but Stiles saw their struggles. He feels like he was a difficult kid and that he was a burden to his parents.

- This feeling only worsens when his Mom gets sick and then passes away. He feels like he could have had more time with her if he wasn’t so difficult and didn’t stress her out with all of his problems. This is why in season 2 he hallucinates his father telling him it was his fault his mother died and that he would end up killing the Sheriff too.

- It’s because of this that he is so adamant on taking care of his father. He worried about losing his dad too, but he also doesn’t want to be a burden.

- This weighs heavily on him when he gets involved with the supernatural and it starts affecting his father’s job.

- Stiles is big on nostalgia. He loves anything and everything that reminds him of his Mom and of his childhood before she got sick. It’s why he loves the Jeep that Claudia used to drive him around in.

- It’s also why he loves 80’s music. His Mom used to put it on when they drove around or on road trips, or when she cooked. She would sing and dance. She’d pester Noah until he gave in and sung and danced with her and Stiles would watch and smile because he loved seeing how in love his parents were. Eventually they’d pull him in to dance too.

- Stiles loves 80’s music. He loves listening to it in the car and on late night drives and road trips. He plays the music full blast.

- He sings along (very loudly and rather badly) and headbangs and plays air guitar during guitar solos. He also will bang on anything - like it’s a drum kit - along to the beat.

- He loves AC/DC and Bon Jovi, but his guilty pleasures are the 80’s girlies like Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, Stevie Nicks, Pat Benatar, etc.

- He also loves ABBA

-His love of the 80’s doesn’t stop at music. He’s a huge film buff. We already know he loves Star Wars, but he would be totally into The Goonies, Toy Soldiers, Gremlins, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Back to the Future, Stand By Me, The Breakfast Club, Top Gun, Beetlejuice, Ghost Busters, Princess Bride, E.T, Dirty Dancing (romance movies are also his guilty pleasure), Die Hard, The Labyrinth, The Neverending Story, Indiana Jones, Predator, The Terminator, Friday the 13th, The Shining, etc

- He’s a superhero nerd and prefers DC to Marvel. He would very passionately join online debates about which superhero cinematic universe is better.

- When he was a kid he would dress up as a superhero every Halloween (usually Batman). His Mom and Melissa would take him and Scott trick or treating and make their costumes. Scott would usually be Superman.

- Stiles plays the drums, and he plays them very well. He and Scott tried to start a band when they were in their early teen years, but no one wanted to join. Scott would play guitar, obviously. Noah and Melissa still have some embarrassingly cute home videos of their performances in the Stilinskis’ garage.

- Claudia and Melissa were great friends and knew each other from school. It’s how Scott and Stiles met.

- Stiles cannot cook for the life of him, and neither can Noah. Claudia was a great cook, and had a book of recipes passed down from her family. Neither Noah or Stiles can ever follow them correctly, so they always end up ordering out. This is why we see them eating so much fast food in the show.

- Stiles loves horror movies, especially older ones. But he loves that they scare Scott more. When the boys would have sleepovers as kids and it was Stiles’ turn to choose the movie, he’d always choose a horror movie because he found it hilarious when Scott would try to hide that he was hiding behind a pillow. Or that he wanted to sleep with the light on afterwards.

- Stiles has always been one to sleep in. Once he is asleep, it is very hard to wake him up.

Post-Void Headcanons:

- Stiles struggled a lot with nightmares and panic attacks after the events of season 3B.

- Sleep becomes even harder for him. Sometimes, when his nightmares get really bad, he wakes up in a panic thinking that the Nogitsune is back or that he never really went away.

- He carries a lot of guilt for his actions, and he always will.

- Deaton said that sacrificing themselves to find the Nemeton would darken their souls, but Stiles felt it the worst out of the three. After Void, he never felt the same. A part of him died. That happy, hyperactive kid with the buzz cut was gone after that. He lost his childhood innocence completely.

- Stiles blames himself for Allison and Aiden’s deaths. He feels responsible.

- Void was the beginning of the deterioration of Stiles and Scott’s friendship.

- Stiles pulls away from Scott because he thinks Scott is resentful/blames him for losing Allison. He knows Scott looks at him differently/sees him differently now.

- Stiles deals with his trauma alone. He doesn’t want to burden the rest of the gang but he also feels like none of them would understand.

- Stiles’ trauma causes him to become more distrusting, especially because he sees Scott fall victim to being too trusting time and time again. This only adds to the tension between them in season 5.

- Scott holds onto a lot of PTSD from the events of 3B (getting stabbed, losing Allison, Aiden dying, the chaos and death). It’s not conscious but he does think and feel differently about Stiles after that. He saw how easy it was for Stiles to be a villain - and an effective villain. He knows if Stiles snaps or turns it would be bad news. He knows what Stiles is capable of. He’s wary. He knows Stiles has always been morally grey and he is so wary about that that can lead to. He holds onto this until season 5, and that is why it’s so easy for Theo to play on that to turn Scott against Stiles. It’s only after season 5 and before season 6 that Scott and Stiles talk about all of this unresolved trauma and get their friendship back on track.

Stiles headcanons with my OC from my ‘Rising Tides’ fanfic:

- Stiles loves that Zaida is significantly shorter than him. He adores resting his head on top of hers when he hugs her and when they cuddle. He also loves teasing her about her height because it annoys her, but she secretly loves how tall he is too. She loves feeling safe and protected when he wraps his arms around her.

- Stiles also loves that Zaida is a bigger girl. He finds her body really attractive and loves all of her soft curves (he’s totally an ass AND boob man). Zaida knows this and she is very confident in flaunting it (and using it to get her way)

- Zaida loves that Stiles can always make her laugh. She seriously thinks he’s the funniest person on the planet, and Stiles loves making her laugh.

- Staida love having movie nights. They are both geeks and film buffs. Zaida shares Stiles’ love for 80’s films and other franchises like Star Wars. She introduced him to more modern fandoms like Harry Potter and T.V shows, whilst he shares with her some of the older stuff like Indiana Jones.

- They occasionally game together. Things like Mario Kart, Mario bros, Zelda, FNAF.

- There are some games Zaida doesn’t like as much, like the combat games he plays with Scott. So when he plays those Zaida reads her books.

- Zaida is a great cook. She often will come over to the Stilinski House and cook for Stiles and Noah, even before she and Stiles started dating. They love her food, and they love having home cooked meals again. It reminds them both of when Claudia was still alive.

- After Stiles and Zaida get together, she finds Claudia’s recipe book and cooks something for them. Noah and Stiles both start crying and she’s worried she ruined the food but they tell her it’s actually because it’s a comfort food Claudia used to make and it tastes the same.

- Stiles and Zaida love to cook together. Stiles will often put on some music and abandon the food to pull Zaida into a dance, just like he loves watching his parents do. They have a habit of burning the food.

- Zaida hates driving. Whenever they’re in the car together, Stiles will drive.

- Zaida has a habit of falling asleep during car rides, but when she’s not asleep, she’s blasting music and jamming out with Stiles.

- Noah really loves Zaida. He thinks she’s perfect for Stiles and loves how happy she makes his son. He sees a bit of himself in her, just like he sees a lot of Claudia in Stiles. Their relationship reminds him of himself and Claudia. But he does know that Stiles and Zaida encourage each others meddling and investigative spirits, so in that case he thinks she and Stiles are a bad influence on each other. He’s very worried about how his grandchildren will turn out - but in the best way.

- When Stiles sleeps with Zaida, he doesn’t need his pillow. He loves to lay his head on her (on her shoulder, or chest, or stomach, or lap) and it’s comforting enough to help him sleep anywhere and everywhere.

- Stiles and Zaida both hate early mornings, so they love to sleep in together. They have lazy weekends where they stay up until all hours of the night watching films or shows, or gaming, and then they sleep well into the day. They spend the rest of the day lounging around in their sweats and catching up on work before cooking together.

- The only exception is when they get up early to go watch the sunrise and have breakfast dates. They both love watching the sun rise and set, and they both love being out in nature - although they avoid anything particularly strenuous. Neither of them are big on exercise.

- During the week, they’re both the kind of people who would wake up at the last possible minute and hurry to get ready before rushing out of the house.

- They both need several alarms to wake up.

- Neither of them are big coffee drinkers. It’s too bitter for them. They prefer hot chocolate.

- Stiles likes quick and easy showers, but Zaida prefers to take baths. She could spend hours in the water, relaxing with a book and a glass of wine or some chocolate. Stiles isn’t a big fan of baths - unless Zaida is also in the bath with him. He gets bored and fidgety easily, so it’s not his thing.

- When he knows Zaida has had a particularly long day, he will run her a bath and get her book and wine ready for her for when she gets home. He’ll also often give her massages (which usually turns into something more).

- Stiles is definitely very attentive and big on foreplay and aftercare. He takes his time and is very thorough

- As a couple they are quite explorative in their intimate life and would totally take advantage of the fact that Stiles’ dad is a cop (*cough* handcuffs *cough*).

- Zaida loves to tease Stiles by wearing something lacy beneath her clothes and letting it flash throughout the day to get him all hot and bothered.

- Stiles is big on leaving and receiving marks - he’s proud of his girl so he wants to show off that she’s his and he is hers

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