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full court distress

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count - 7.0k

c/w - weed & drinking, fluff, azzi is going thru it and paige is just trying to vibe 🥀. pure chaos. not a serious bone in my body apparently. based off one of my headcanons :)

a/n - in which paige pays the price for something she didn’t do, but kinda deserves anyway.

most mornings between them are soft, routine: azzi wakes first, then paige. azzi allows herself five minutes, no more and certainly no less, to lay with paige’s sleeping figure, holding her, admiring her, borrowing her warmth. and then she will slip out of bed to do mundane things like taking off her bonnet and tidying up and dressing. paige will wake up to the sounds of azzi bustling around, or to the feel of her hands stroking through paige’s soft hair.

so it comes as a bit of a surprise when paige wakes earlier than usual and realizes it’s because her girlfriend has been watching her sleep with a pouty expression for who knows how long.

paige blinks a few times in an attempt to un-blur the morning. “hey, weird-ass,” she says, voice thick with sleep. once her vision finally clears, she looks at azzi again. she frowns when the pout is still firmly on azzi’s face. “what happened?”

azzi’s lip juts out further. she’s typically pretty tough, not quite as soft around the edges as paige is. she’s gentle and kind and sweet, but the pouting and baby-talk are mostly reserved for special occasions. which is why her wide, misty eyes and quivering bottom lip have paige concerned. “az,” she says when azzi doesn’t reply. “c’mon, what’s up, babe?”

azzi shakes her head, and paige is a little relieved to have at least some reaction from her. still, it’s strange. paige isn’t used to prying information out of azzi—it’s usually the other way around.

bracing herself for a potentially bad start to the morning, paige shifts closer, tangling their legs under soft sheets and slinging an arm around azzi’s waist. “baby,” she says, trying to soften the sleepy roughness from her throat, “tell me what’s goin’ on, sweetheart.”

azzi shakes her head again, lip trembling aggressively enough now that she nestles into the crook of paige’s neck to hide.

“aw, nah, don’t cry,” paige coos, placing a hand on her girlfriend’s cheek to try and nudge her out of hiding. “look at me, mama, for real.”

azzi stays strictly put. “it’s nothing,” she says, voice muffled in the skin of paige’s neck.

“why you making me fight for this right now?” paige asks. it’s a valid question—usually, azzi will go to paige for comfort without needing to be prompted. even when she is more closed off, all it takes is some cuddles and a few pet names to get her talking. but paige is putting on her best soft girlfriend right now, and azzi is still being oddly stubborn.

“it’s just embarrassing,” azzi grumbles.

paige frowns. they’re far past the point of getting embarrassed around each other. “don’t gotta be embarrassed.”

there’s a beat before azzi’s quiet admission—“i don’t want to tell you.”

paige’s eyebrows furrow at this. she tilts her head back, placing both hands on azzi’s cheeks now and lifting her face up. azzi goes more willingly this time, eyes a little watery and sad and cheeks flushed pink. the sight worries paige. “are we okay?”

azzi nods.

“is it something i did?”

azzi hesitates, then shakes her head. the hesitation is odd, but not enough to completely sway paige. she trusts azzi to tell her the truth. “okay, mama,” she says, pressing a tender kiss to azzi’s forehead. “you don’t have to tell me. but you should, eventually.” she makes a face. “mostly because i’m nosey.”

that gets a small, amused smile out of azzi, which is a relief in and of itself. she lowers her head again, settling into paige’s chest. “just want you to hold me for awhile,” she mumbles.

paige hums. “i can do that.”

they end up falling back asleep, and for the moment, it’s forgotten.

❀❀❀

azzi doesn’t let it stay forgotten for long.

in fact, paige thinks she only gets another hour of sleep before she’s being nudged awake.

she grumbles, turning away from her girlfriend to bury her head into the pillow.

“paige,” azzi whispers, poking at her back.

“still early, baby,” paige grumbles. then she remembers the events from earlier on in the morning and says, “you crying again?”

“no,” azzi huffs.

paige nods, satisfied that she has no girlfriend duties to fulfill at the moment. “‘kay. lemme sleep.”

“you can go back to sleep after,” azzi says, poking her again.

“after what?” paige yawns. her monkey lesbian brain goes straight to sex, because of course it does, but also azzi was all emo just an hour ago and that’s probably not what she’s waking her up for.

“after you help me,” azzi says, sounding almost a little annoyed that paige isn’t getting it.

monkey lesbian brain conjures images of all the ways azzi might need paige’s help—like to de-stress, perhaps, or maybe she’s sore and wants a massage…

“i gotta pee,” azzi explains.

monkey lesbian brain shuts down.

“okay,” paige replies, confused. “go piss, girl.”

“it’s dark out there.”

paige cracks an eye open. yeah, it’s still dark out—maybe it’s a little earlier than she thought. still, she’s not getting it. “use your flashlight.”

“babeee-uhhh,” azzi borderline whines, which is, again, unusual for her usually poised, mature girlfriend. “it’s scary.”

and, okay, the two of them might be a little codependent. paige isn’t denying that. but for the most part, they’re pretty capable of emptying their bladders without the other present.

paige turns over, eyebrows furrowed. “you fucking w’me?”

“no,” azzi says. she’s propped up on an elbow, eyes wide and round. “just, come with me, please?”

as far as paige can tell, she has two options: argue with azzi, henceforth postponing her sleep even longer, and end up losing the argument and doing this for her girlfriend anyway, or just getting up and doing it now.

she thinks about how kk will demolish her for being a simp if she ever finds out about this, and slowly sits up.

“aight, let’s go,” she says, motioning for azzi to get moving.

azzi stands and waits until paige is up, too, before taking her by the hand, then wrapping her free hand around paige’s bicep, effectively shielding herself with paige’s arm.

paige looks down at her, sure azzi’s about to laugh at her and say ‘gotcha’, but she’s just staring wide-eyed at paige’s cracked bedroom door and the dark hallway beyond.

paige guides her out of the room, keeping her eyes half-closed in the hopes she’ll stay tired. “you’re letting me sleep after this, right?” she double-checks as they make the slow, sleepy trek through the hallway.

“uh-huh.”

“you have a nightmare or sum’?”

azzi shudders. “something like that.”

“what about?”

azzi chews on her lip, then points at the light switch outside jana’s bedroom door. “turn that on.”

“jana’s gonna kill me if we wake her up,” paige mutters.

“so jana’s more important than me now?” azzi asks, releasing paige’s hand with a dramatic little flourish, stepping back to cross her arms.

paige is much too tired and much too confused to decipher whether azzi’s messing around or being serious. “c’mon, azzi, quit it.”

it’s too dark to make out her expression—especially without contacts—but she can hear the eye roll in azzi’s scoff. “whatever. maybe you should just go back to your room. let me go alone.”

if it weren’t the middle of the fucking night, paige would probably have the energy and emotional capacity to comfort her girlfriend, despite the drama of it all. but it is, in fact, the middle of the fucking night, and it’s her second time waking at an ungodly hour, and her patience is worn thin.

“fine,” she snaps, already turning. “maybe i will.”

she doesn’t even take a full step before azzi whisper-yells, “wait!” and grabs her wrist, tugging her back. “don’t leave me. it’s dark.”

“you were being all sassy to me,” paige says. “you want me to leave, i’ll leave.”

“i was obviously not serious,” azzi hisses.

“oh, what—so you gotta attitude so i can baby you or somethin’?”

“yes, actually,” azzi mumbles. “now can we go to the bathroom?”

paige opens her mouth to argue, but stops. it’s not like azzi to so openly fish for attention, and it gives her pause. makes her think about the crying earlier. the clinginess. the sharp edges covering something softer.

maybe azzi’s picking a fight because it’s easier than admitting how vulnerable she feels. “yeah, okay. whatever.”

azzi takes hold of paige’s arm again, once again shielding her body with it as they make the rest of the way to the restroom. once they get there, azzi flips on the light—paige squints against the sudden harshness of it—and pulls paige inside before closing the door.

“ughhhhh,” paige groans, sliding down the door to sit against it, hiding her face between her knees. “it’s brighttttt.”

“stop being dramatic,” azzi says. “i turned on the lowest setting.”

“it’s still bedtime,” paige argues. “i shouldn’t be seeing any light whatsoever for at least the next five hours.”

“you’ll go back to sleep after this,” azzi waves her off. paige rubs at her eyes, squeezing them shut, but even with her knees blocking the light out a dull headache begins to form at the base of her skull. she rubs the back of her neck and looks up to find azzi sitting there, staring ahead.

“are you taking a shit?” paige asks. “because if you are, i’m leaving.”

“no,” azzi replies solemnly, “just feeling too lazy to stand up. trying to find the will.”

paige sighs. “would a countdown help?”

azzi frowns, thinks about it, then says, “sure.”

“okay. three, two…” she pauses, giving azzi time to gear up before saying, “one, go.”

azzi stands, looking quite proud of herself, and paige gives a small round of applause as she pulls up her sleep shorts.

“ten outta ten,” she says, watching azzi move to the sink to wash her hands. “great form. perfect leg work.”

azzi smiles at her through the mirror. “thank you, thank you.”

paige makes a fist, holding a pretend mic up to her mouth. “azzi, how’d you find the courage to perform such a brave endeavor?” she sticks the mic in azzi’s direction.

azzi grabs a hand towel and turns around, kneeling so she’s on paige’s level and leaning towards her hand. “well, i couldn’t have done it without my ridiculous girlfriend.” before paige can gasp in mock offense, she stands up, holding a now-dry hand out for paige to take. “c’mon, dummy, let’s go to bed.”

paige lets azzi pull her up, their fingers tangling automatically like they’ve done this a hundred times before. which, to be fair, they have.

“i think that counts as cardio,” paige mumbles, leaning her weight onto azzi’s side.

“don’t know how much coach would agree with that,” azzi says.

paige hums. the hallway feels a little colder now that they’ve left the bathroom light behind, but azzi’s hand is warm, steady.

“you know,” paige says, “this is above my pay grade.”

azzi raises an eyebrow. “what, helping your incredibly brave girlfriend pee?”

“exactly,” paige says, yawning into her shoulder. “i should unionize.”

azzi snorts. “pretty sure that makes me your boss.”

“god, don’t say that,” paige groans. “now i feel like i need to clock out.”

azzi opens the bedroom door for her with a flourish of her hand. “enjoy your unpaid overtime, baby.”

paige flops into bed face-first. “i hate you.”

azzi climbs in after her, grinning as she worms an arm around paige’s back. “you love me.”

“unfortunately.”

“what was that?”

paige nuzzles into azzi’s neck, poking at her ribs. “just playin’.”

they settle into the blankets, limbs tangling easily, comfortably. within seconds, paige is already halfway asleep, and azzi presses a soft kiss to the back of her shoulder.

“thanks for the countdown,” she whispers.

“mm-hmm,” paige mumbles. “ten outta ten. great form.”

❀❀❀

this time, when paige wakes first, she doesn’t think twice about it. considering azzi had seemingly two nightmares last night—maybe more—it’s best for her to get some extra sleep. she fiddles around on her phone for a few minutes, taking a picture of azzi sleeping soundly on her chest and then staring at the picture for a solid five minutes before deciding it’s time to get up.

carefully, she places a hand under azzi’s head and another on her shoulder, maneuvering her over so she’s lying flat on her back. azzi makes a little sound at the movement, and paige presses a kiss to her forehead, shushing against her skin until she settles again. she takes a few more seconds to admire her girlfriend, then slips out of bed, wincing at the cold floor on her bare feet. sun is shining through the curtains now, and she rubs her eyes as she pads down the hallway.

in the bathroom, she listens to a story time on tiktok while she brushes her teeth, volume turned just low enough for only her to hear. her goal is not to wake azzi up—because she needs the sleep but also because she tends to be grumpy whenever she’s woken by anything other than her natural circadian rhythm. and paige already dealt with a strange, emotional azzi last night. she doesn’t need a cranky one, too.

she’s just wondering how long her girlfriend might sleep in when azzi sneaks up on her, arms wrapping tightly around her middle as she buries her nose into paige’s neck.

paige startles slightly, surprised that she apparently summoned her girlfriend. “oh,” she says, toothbrush dangling from her mouth. “hey, mama.”

“why’d you leave me?” azzi grumbles.

paige furrows her eyebrows, then leans forward and spits, sure she’s heard wrong. “huh?”

“why’d you leave me?” azzi repeats, clear as day now as she lifts her head to meet paige’s eyes in the mirror. she pouts at their reflection. “i woke up alone.”

paige laughs, sure azzi’s messing with her. “the codependency is crazy.”

azzi pinches her in the stomach.

“ow!” paige hits azzi’s hand away. “what the…?”

azzi pinches her again, maybe for good measure, then walks herself right out of the bathroom.

paige watches her go, shaking her head to herself. “what?” she whispers, incredibly confused. she glances around, half expecting a camera crew to jump out at her and tell her she’s being pranked. nobody appears and thus, it seems like this may actually be real. unfortunately.

she looks down at her stomach where azzi pinched her—twice!—and rubs the spot tenderly. she considers lying down on the floor and saying something like, “i’ve been hit,” and groaning until someone finds her, then decides it would be better to just go ask azzi what the hell that was for.

she finds azzi in the kitchen, standing in front of the fridge like she’s trying to decide whether to make breakfast or crawl inside and disappear. her bonnet’s still on, and she’s got the same t-shirt on from last night—paige’s t-shirt, technically—but now it’s crumpled and drooping off one shoulder in a way that’s both ridiculous and somehow hot.

“hey,” paige says, leaning against the doorway.

“hey,” azzi echoes, without turning around.

paige narrows her eyes. “you, uh… pinched me. twice.”

azzi shrugs. “you deserved it.”

paige bristles, just a little bit. “no i didn’t.” when azzi doesn’t respond, she sighs. “it actually kinda hurt.”

“you left me.”

“that doesn’t mean you get to pinch me.”

azzi stares into the depths of the fridge, clearly defeated. “i know. i’m sorry.”

“is this about last night?” paige asks gently, stepping closer. “your nightmare?”

azzi finally turns to look at her, expression unreadable. “no.”

“you sure?”

“mm-hmm.”

paige isn’t convinced. she steps forward and slips her arms around azzi’s waist. “you’re acting weird.”

“you’re weird.”

“okay,” paige says, letting it go for now. “do you want me to make breakfast?”

azzi shakes her head. “no. just… stand here.”

“here?”

“yeah. just for a minute.”

paige obeys, resting her chin on azzi’s shoulder. the fridge is still wide open. neither of them seems to care.

“you sure we’re okay? it’s not something i did?” she asks quietly.

azzi hesitates just long enough to make it noticeable. then she says, “nope.”

“really?”

“really.”

paige hums, unconvinced but not willing to push, still trying to hold onto that trust that azzi will tell the truth eventually. “okay.”

they stay like that for awhile, paige letting azzi be the first to let go, holding her until she’s ready to move on. morning lights pools the floor, the fridge hums quietly beside them—azzi doesn’t say anything else. paige doesn’t ask. not yet.

❀❀❀

paige has officially declared azzi insane. as in, clinically. in her head, of course—she’d never say that to azzi out loud. especially not when she’s acting like a crazy lady.

after the whole pinching incident, paige thinks maybe the rest of the day will be normal. they’ll chill until practice, then get ready for that frat party later, then fuck when they get home. that’s the plan.

azzi, however, appears to be on an entirely different timeline. or maybe a different planet. one where it’s okay to be clingy one second and upset the next. one where it’s okay to beg your girlfriend for cuddles then lock her out of the room for calling you by your name. (“why didn’t you call me ‘baby’? are you mad at me? do you hate me?”).

so yeah. paige is tired. mentally. emotionally. spiritually.

she gives azzi her space for a bit, hoping that whatever cosmic shift she’s experiencing will pass on its own, like a storm system. but when it’s been a suspiciously long time since she’s heard any noise—no music, no tiktoks, no passive-aggressive throat clears—she decides to go check.

the door to paige’s room is cracked open now. which is progress, considering it was fully closed (and locked) fifteen minutes ago. paige pushes it gently, peeking her head in.

and stops short.

azzi is curled up in the middle of the bed, blanket bunched around her waist, a tissue clutched in one hand and paige’s baby photo album in the other.

she is crying.

like, actual tears.

paige blinks. “um.”

azzi doesn’t look up.

“are you…crying?”

still no response.

paige steps into the room slowly, like she’s approaching a wild animal. “baby?”

azzi finally looks at her, bottom lip trembling. “you were so little.”

paige stares. “what?”

“your head was gigantic and your legs were so chubby. you looked like a little alien.” she hiccups. “a cute alien.”

paige walks over, cautiously sits at the edge of the bed. “are you okay?”

“no,” azzi sniffles. “you were just a baby. and now you’re not. and that’s so sad.”

“okay,” paige says, carefully pulling the tissue box closer. “but, like, if i was a baby, you wouldn’t be able to date me. you’d actually get sent to jail for dating me.” she considers it, then says, “well, i guess there are still some countries where we could go to jail for dating each other.”

azzi nods solemnly, then breaks into a fresh wave of tears.

paige gently pries the photo album out of her hands and replaces it with a tissue. “what are you even crying about right now?”

“i don’t know!” azzi wails. “you’re just so cute, and i love you, and one day we’re gonna be old and wrinkly and then dead.”

paige opens her mouth, then closes it again.

there’s just…no response to that.

so she pulls azzi into her lap instead, settling her against her chest the way azzi had done that morning. “oooh-kay. that’s enough internet for you today.”

“i’m not even on the internet.”

“i know, mama. that’s the scary part.”

azzi sniffles again and clutches the tissue like it’s a life raft.

paige presses a kiss to her forehead and sighs. “you are being so weird.”

“you like it.”

“debatable.”

paige strokes her back, ignoring azzi’s occasional mutterings of things like look at her little cheeks and this should be illegal every time she sneaks a glance back at the album.

paige still has no idea what’s going on. and honestly? she’s a little scared to ask anymore.

❀❀❀

practice is normal. at first.

there’s the usual yelling, the squeak of sneakers, the smell of floor polish and gatorade and barely contained rage. azzi’s running through drills like always—fast, locked in, pesky. paige watches her from the other end of the court, doing her own reps but always with one eye on her girlfriend, as usual.

and then it happens.

“azzi! what the hell was that?” coach bellows, clipboard smacking against his thigh.

everyone stops.

it’s not unusual for coach to yell—that’s kind of his thing—but he almost never yells at azzi. azzi is his golden child. his pride and joy. azzi could throw the ball in the opposite direction and coach would be like, “great look, just unlucky.”

so when azzi freezes mid-drill and blinks at coach like she’s been shot, everyone else freezes too.

“run the play right or don’t run it at all!” geno shouts again.

azzi doesn’t respond. just kind of… stands there. looking small. her mouth opens like she might say something, but then her lip wobbles and—oh god. oh no.

“is she crying?” kk whispers.

“shut up,” ice hisses, elbowing her. “she never cries.”

paige is already moving.

by the time she reaches azzi, her girlfriend is standing perfectly still, tears silently sliding down her cheeks, basketball clutched in her hands like it personally betrayed her.

“baby,” paige says gently, stepping in front of her.

“i’m fine,” azzi insists, voice watery. “i’m totally fine. i just—i can’t see. the lights are…bright.”

“okay,” paige says, nodding like that makes sense. “super bright. you never noticed the lights before?”

“maybe they got new ones.”

“no, yeah. that’s prolly it.”

coach looks borderline horrified. like he just yelled at a toddler or kicked a puppy. “shit,” he mutters. “i didn’t think she’d cry.”

“nobody thought she’d cry,” morgan says under her breath, still watching like she’s witnessing the downfall of a dynasty.

“maybe she has allergies,” caroline offers. “sometimes my eyes water when i’m sick.”

“do you sob when you’re sick?”

“okay, well—”

“do you want water?” paige asks, brushing the tears from azzi’s face with her sleeve.

“i want justice.”

“yup,” paige says, kissing her forehead. “totally reasonable. we can do that.”

“do you think coach hates me now?” azzi sniffles.

“nah. he probably already wrote a formal apology and a fruit basket.”

in the background, geno is frantically talking to cd, gesturing wildly at azzi with the clipboard like he’s trying to take it all back with body language alone.

“do i look ugly when i cry?” azzi asks suddenly.

“you look beautiful. like a…betrayed deer.”

azzi squints. “…i’ll take it.”

practice ends early. nobody knows why, but coach announces it in a shaky voice and then disappears into his office like he needs a moment to reevaluate his life.

everybody says thank you to azzi as they walk out, because practice doesn’t end early unless a volcano erupts or a tsunami strikes. or, apparently, unless the princess cries.

in the locker room, the girls flock.

“girl, i didn’t even know you had tear ducts,” kk says, still looking a little shell-shocked.

“do you want a hug or a juice box?” morgan asks, one arm outstretched and the other holding a lukewarm juice box from her locker.

“you guys,” azzi mutters, pulling her shirt on. “you’ve seen me cry during movies.”

“barely,” aubrey says.

“yeah, you usually watch us cry during the sad parts and laugh about it,” allie chips in.

“she saves the crying for later,” paige informs.

azzi shoots her a glare.

oops. paige clears her throat, waving them off with one hand and holding azzi with the other. “aight, move on. y’all are crowding her, damn.”

caroline nods, like the supportive best friend she is. “she needs privacy in this trying time.”

the girls giggle but obey, drifting off even as they continue to glance worriedly at azzi every few seconds. paige finishes getting ready quickly, taking azzi’s hand to walk out with her into the nippy connecticut air.

paige stops her once they get outside. “you okay now?” she asks softly.

“no.”

“do you want to be dramatic about it for a lil longer?”

“yes.”

“okay.”

paige presses a kiss to her temple. “you’re lucky you’re a pretty crier.”

“you’re lucky i don’t have the energy to fight you.”

paige smiles. “you finna sue coach?”

“maybe. emotional damages.”

“i’ll testify.”

azzi nods solemnly. “you’re a good girlfriend.”

“yeah,” paige says, tugging her closer. “i know.”

even after everyone else has left the facility—most of the girls gagging at the pda as they walk past on their way to the dorms—paige and azzi stay like that. holding on. clearly, azzi needs it. and paige wishes she knew why.

but for the first time all day, paige doesn’t feel tired at all.

❀❀❀

“you sure you’re okay to go tonight?”

paige lays on the bed, watching azzi do her hair in the mirror. what with everything that’s gone on today, paige thinks azzi might just need a good old movie night. and while paige loves a good party, she’d never say no to a night in with her girlfriend.

azzi nods, spraying her hair down with water. “i’m good.”

“okay,” paige says doubtfully. “i just ask because of, you know, practice. and the baby pictures. and this morning, in the bathroom. and the two times you woke me up in the middle of the night.”

by the time she’s done listing everything off. azzi has turned around to glare at her, unimpressed.

paige puts her hands up in the air. “am i wrong?”

azzi squints at her, then turns back around, picking up the leave-in conditioner. “i am fine.”

“it’s just the whole crying multiple times thing that’s throwing me off. and the abuse.” paige rubs her tummy. “i think i have a mark.”

“don’t make me come over there,” azzi warns, combing her fingers through her curls.

paige smiles. “i want you over here, mama. what else i gotta do? talk about how dramatic you’ve been? ask why you made me watch you pee at the asscrack of daw—ow!”

azzi smiles smugly. “that’s what you get.”

paige picks up the item that azzi just threw at her—a hairbrush—and holds it up in the air. “see? abuse.”

“you call it abuse,” azzi says, turning this way and that in the mirror, “i call it karma.”

paige scoffs, flopping on the bed and turning on her side, facing away from azzi. “i hate you.”

it’s quiet for a few moments, the low sounds of azzi doing her hair the only thing filling the space. paige thinks maybe azzi isn’t going to fall for the bait and is about to give up and turn back around when footfalls approach the bed.

she smiles to herself, then fixes her expression into a pout.

the mattress dips as azzi sits on it, just a moment before painted nails begin to scratch at paige’s scalp. “hey.”

paige doesn’t reply.

“sit up for me,” azzi murmurs.

paige lets herself be guided, slow and sulky, until she’s upright against the headboard. azzi swings one leg over, settling into her lap with practiced ease, having done the same thing countless times before. her hands find paige’s shoulders, sliding over the planes of them, down her arms, then back up again, teasing.

“you’re such a baby,” azzi says, but her voice is warm, fond. her eyes flick down to paige’s mouth.

“you threw a hairbrush at me,” paige mutters, even as her hands settle on azzi’s hips, fingers tightening just a little.

azzi leans in, nose brushing paige’s. “and you survived.”

paige laughs, breathless, and then azzi kisses her. soft at first, slow and coaxing, then deeper. paige melts into it, letting herself be pulled under, hands roaming—azzi’s back, her thighs, the curve of her waist under her shirt.

azzi pulls back just long enough to whisper, “still hate me?”

paige shakes her head. “you know i couldn’t if i wanted to.” she kisses azzi again, prodding her tongue against the seam of her lips, a silent question.

azzi hums approvingly, opening her mouth just enough for paige’s tongue to slip inside, and paige groans when she gets a taste of her. she knows this is all azzi’s way of getting what she wants, but she lets herself be played. if you see me being manipulated by a fine-ass girl with dimples, she thinks to herself in amusement, don’t save me, i’m right where i wanna be.

paige lets her hands wander down to azzi’s ass, grabbing her the way they both like. azzi lets out this little noise, sexy and enticing—and then there’s a knock, sharp and sudden, at the door.

“yo,” comes a voice from the hallway, muffled but unmistakable—yanna. “az, you in there?”

azzi pulls back, looking irritated as she stares at the door. “yeah, what’s up?”

“you still want help with your hair?”

azzi’s eyes widen before she squeezes them shut. “shit. i forgot,” she whispers, looking apologetically at a frowning paige before calling out, “yeah, just gimme a sec!”

“aight,” yanna responds, sounding like she knows exactly why they need a sec.

azzi drops her forehead onto paige’s shoulder with a groan. “i knew someone was gonna interrupt.”

paige grins, arms wrapping fully around her. “karma,” she sing-songs.

azzi pinches her side.

❀❀❀

the party’s lit, rap music playing so loud paige can feel it in her bones—her favorite volume for music, if she’s being honest. bodies press close together, a swirl of heat, laughter, and the occasional shout to be heard over the beat. the air’s thick with the mingling scents of beer and some kind of fruity vodka drink that no one’s really sure about, body spray and cologne and sweat. the kitchen’s a disaster—a counter full of empty bottles and half-eaten chips, the trash overflowing with beer cans and paper plates.

paige has long given up trying to find a quiet corner, instead letting herself get swept up in the chaos. she had been with azzi, of course, the two of them navigating through the crowd together, paige’s arm wrapped loosely around azzi’s waist like it was some kind of built-in tether. azzi clung to her like she was the only solid thing in the room, fingers grazing paige’s side every time the crowd pushed them apart. azzi has never liked to party alone on a good day, but on a strange one like today? paige hadn’t been surprised one bit when azzi glued herself to her side like her life depended on it.

they’d been there for a couple hours by the time azzi had told her she needed to use the restroom, and though paige had offered to come with, azzi surprisingly shook her head. apparently she’s able to pee on her own now. good for her.

now, paige checks the time on her phone for what feels like the billionth time. it’s been too long since azzi disappeared for the bathroom. she wonders if she might need saving.

paige scans the room, eyes moving over the knot of people in various stages of inebriation—some laughing too loud, others slumped against walls, and a few making out in plain view, which simultaneously grosses her out and makes her miss her girlfriend more. she wants to be drunkenly making out in a public space right now.

more urgently, paige goes to the bathroom. the line is pretty long, but she walks along it, looking for any sign of her girlfriend—nothing. she’s not there.

“anyone seen azzi?” paige asks, a hint of unease creeping into her voice as she approaches a few of the girls who’ve huddled up in the kitchen.

they all look up, aubrey sipping from a red cup, ice half-heartedly playing with her phone. no one seems to have a clue. they also look faded as hell, which doesn’t help.

“she was with you, right?” sarah asks, sounding like she doesn’t care at all. paige raises an eyebrow and considers getting on her ass for underage smoking, then decides against it—that’s caroline’s job.

“yeah, but that was like… twenty minutes ago. where’d she go?” paige asks again, more insistent now. she scans the space once more, her heart rate picking up just a little bit. maybe azzi slipped out to get some air? got stuck in a conversation? paige checks her phone, half-expecting a text or something, but there’s nothing. just the usual group messages.

“maybe she’s in the bathroom,” kk suggests, not looking too concerned. jesus, even kk is chilled-out. that must’ve been some serious weed.

which makes her think—“where’s jana?”

the girls look around lazily, and ice blinks hard. “she was with us, like, i swear, two seconds ago.”

“yeah, no,” sarah agrees. “she was just here.”

paige stares at them. “she wasn’t here when i walked up.”

“we was just smoking with her,” kk says casually.

“y’all, she left twenty minutes ago,” ayanna informs them. they all look at each other, then bust up laughing.

“god,” paige mumbles under her breath. she has a half a mind to tell the girls to stay put so they don’t get lost, but azzi is the only thing on her mind right now. if she hasn’t texted paige, she must not need saving from an awkward social situation. and if jana disappeared around the same time azzi did, maybe they found each other at the bathroom and decided to sneak off.

“y’all are no help,” she tells her friends before heading off, shouldering her way through the crowd until she gets past the bathroom line. she’s in the back of the apartment now, where it’s much quieter, and a whole lot more potent. paige wrinkles her nose. the stoners are back here, that’s for sure.

she opens up one door—there’s a group of red-eyed girls passing around a blunt, laughing at a joke someone made. they look up and a girl holds the joint up, but paige waves her off. “nah, i’m good. my fault.” she closes the door and continues on.

the next room is locked, and she doesn’t even wanna know what could be going on in there, so she moves straight on to the last door in the hallway. she cracks it open, and immediately, the smell of weed hits her like a truck. if she’d thought it was strong in the hallway, it’s like a fucking oven in here. and inside, three familiar faces: caroline, jana, and azzi, who looks perfectly unharmed, but also ten times more zooted than the last time paige saw her. and, why isn’t paige surprised, she’s crying.

azzi doesn’t see her—she’s too busy crying into her hands while caroline rubs her back and jana gives some sort of motivational speech—but carol does. even carol—responsible, mama carol—looks fried.

“oh, hey!” she says happily, smiling when she sees paige. jana looks over and cheers, “yoooo!”

jesus. did everyone decide to smoke without her? though, standing in the doorway, paige is sure she’s getting a contact high.

“hey, hey,” caroline is saying to azzi, jostling her a little. “look, honey, look who it is! it’s paige!”

azzi pulls her face out of her hands. her mascara is running, and when she sees paige, she practically wails.

“what the fuck?” paige asks. “what is going on with y’all?”

“well, jana asked if we wanted to smoke with her,” caroline supplies. jana nods.

“and she has some legit ass weed because i swear i only took, like, two puffs, and i’m high as hell,” caroline continues. jana nods again, proudly.

“and then we got on the topic of you and azzi started crying? i don’t know why. i thought she missed you. but maybe not. considering…”

“she’s been crying a lot today,” paige tells them.

jana snorts. “yeah, clearly. practice was crazy.”

paige shakes her head at the two of them, then walks inside, fanning a hand in front of her face to try and ward off the smell. “az,” she says gently, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. “what’s goin’ on, mama?”

azzi looks up. she looks at paige, who nods encouragingly at her. and then she looks at caroline, who smiles. and then she stands up and wipes her eyes and points at paige with such a viciousness it actually makes her scoot back a little.

“what’s going on?” she asks mockingly. “what’s going on?”

paige leans away from her finger. “uh…yeah?”

“you! you are what’s going on!” azzi cries. jana makes a small ‘oop’ noise and caroline stands up, muttering something about ‘gotta go, gotta go,’ while she ushers jana out, and then it’s just the two of them. paige looks longingly after them, because she feels like she’s in the middle of wwIII with no ammunition.

“i don’t—“ paige starts, but azzi cuts her off.

“it was you,” she seethes, “and that fucking girl in your stats class.”

paige stands, feeling a little less threatened now that they’re eye to eye, but no less fucking confused. “what?”

“that pretty fucking girl whose messages i found in your phone!” azzi continues on, throwing her hands in the air. she wipes furiously as more tears stream down her face. “i can’t believe…i thought you loved me…” she turns around, once again burying her face in her hands.

“baby, i do online school!” paige says, incredulous.

“and then,” azzi says darkly, as if she hadn’t heard her, “you went and fucking died.”

paige practically chokes. what is it with her girlfriend and death today? “azzi!” she says, taking her by the shoulder to spin her around. “the fuck are you talking about?”

“my dream, paige!”

paige stares at her for a moment, waiting for more. when nothing comes, she blinks. “wait. you’re telling me this whole—” she gestures vaguely around the weed-smoked war zone, “—meltdown is because of a dream?”

azzi lets out a choked sob and nods, eyes wide and glassy. “you died, paige. you cheated on me and then we fought and i walked away and then i tried to find you later but i couldn’t and you were dead and the last memory i had was of you calling me a stupid hoe—”

“okay, whoa,” paige says, holding up both hands, trying not to laugh. “first of all, why would i call you a stupid hoe if i was the one who cheated?”

“i don’t know!” azzi yells, frustrated tears falling freely again. “dream-you was so mean!”

paige finally breaks. she doubles over laughing, trying to muffle it behind her hands but failing completely. “you mean to tell me i’ve been getting dirty looks all day, got hit with a hairbrush, got woken up twice last night, cried on like five times, and now walked into a fucking hotbox death match—because of dream-me?”

“don’t laugh!” azzi cries, though her voice cracks and she’s fighting a smile now too. “it felt real! and i went to the bathroom and then i smoked and i realized i didn’t know where you were and i was starting to think maybe i dreamed this too.”

paige walks up to her and pulls her into a hug, burying her face in azzi’s shoulder, still chuckling. “you are so stupid. like, dangerously stupid

azzi mumbles something unintelligible into her shirt.

“what was that?” paige asks.

“i said i love you,” azzi repeats, louder now but still pouty. “even if you’re a ghost.”

paige laughs again, kisses the side of her head. “i’m not a ghost. i’m right here. and i love you too. even if you’re fucking insane.”

azzi sniffs. “you’d tell me if you were dead, right?”

paige pulls back just enough to look her in the eye, grinning. “baby. i promise i will never die without texting you first.”

azzi nods solemnly. “okay. good.”

and then she lays her head on paige’s chest like they haven’t just been yelling at each other in a smoky bedroom over something that didn’t even happen.

paige wraps her arms tighter around her and sighs. “i’m never letting you sleep again.”

❀❀❀

later that night, azzi is curled up like a shrimp in paige’s bed, half-tucked under the purple blanket, her other half dramatically hanging off the side like she’s forgotten how beds work.

“do you want water?” paige asks from across the room, holding up an owala like she’s offering a peace treaty.

“no,” azzi replies, voice muffled. “yes. no. i don’t know.” she flops over. “my mouth is dry but i don’t want to move.”

paige crosses the room, uncaps the bottle, and presses it gently to azzi’s lips. “open up, bighead.”

azzi sips obediently. “thank you,” she whispers, like paige just pulled her from a burning building.

paige sets the bottle down and climbs into bed beside her. “you’re lucky you’re cute, because today has been a journey.”

“you’re lucky i keep it cute,” azzi mumbles, eyes fluttering shut. “or else i would’ve knocked your ass in that dream. i was holding back.”

paige snorts. “you think dream-you could take me?”

“girl, we both know real me could take your ass down.”

paige grins, pulling the blanket up over both of them. “i hope jana and carol don’t remember your meltdown tomorrow.”

“it was tragic,” azzi says, dead serious. “a tragic moment.”

“you’re the least tragic person i’ve ever met,” paige replies. “you cried and then called me a ghost.”

“you were dead, paige!”

“i was in the kitchen,” she says flatly. “eating chips.”

azzi opens one eye. “so you’re saying the chips were more important than me?”

paige stares at her. “go to sleep.”

azzi reaches for her under the covers and pulls her in with all the upper body strength she has left. “never leave me again,” she whispers.

“i left for twenty minutes.” paige thinks about it, then says, “and technically, you left me. i was all up in that party looking for your high ass.”

“never again.”

paige rolls her eyes, but settles in beside her, letting azzi press her cold toes against her shin like always. the room is quiet for a few minutes, and paige thinks maybe azzi’s finally asleep when she hears—

“hey, babe?”

“hm?”

“if you die in another dream, can i come with you this time?”

paige groans. “you are so weird.”

“but you love me.”

“unfortunately,” paige says, smiling in the dark. “yeah, i do.”

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awww thank you 🥹🥹

hey if you got a chance could you give some fic recommendations (pazzi)?? maybes some series? i feel like i've read everything on this app lol

- everything (and i mean everything) by @loeysoi @basketball-lesbians and @luvergirl-535. i wanna kiss them on the mouth fr

- some great series are anything by @imaginespazzi and something like love by @luvergirl-535 (who also both have great oneshots…fr my writing goats and i get so inspired by their work) and @wbbobsesser and @pbaz7 @orangesoda535 who are sososo talented

- some shorter fics/blurbs/oneshots i like are written by @hcneymooners (who writes so uniquely and beautifully it makes me cry) and @wordsmeetwbb @uconnwcbbcrashout @hereforuconnwbb @anonity who are all amazing🙏

- specific oneshots: i am in love with firsts by @lupinqs, pet names by @caitlinbueckers, they call it lego love and all the ways i stay by @skiesuconn, just friends by @souplored and @azzifuddfanpage, all great authors!!

- oldies but goodies (iconic writers and i would cry if they posted more) are @sellasstories @azzifudd who never ever miss

- non pazzi work i love: anything by @pb524830 and @bucketbueckers, and nobody gets me series by @lupinqs

definitely forgetting some things but i will update as i remember! everyone is so talented fr

[anonity]

who's calling that shit?

3.7k words

long distance wnba!paige & uconn!azzi who have not had sex in weeks. azzi wants to fix that. paige is mildly oblivious.

(quick, shitty/unedited blurb bc i didn't want to write them arguing in my other fic today. not putting this on my masterlist bc it's not meant to be a part of my legacy LMFAO. happy natty freaks)

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azzi shifted in her covers, subtly sliding them down her body so that the curve of her waist was visible to the camera. 

she was laying on her side, on facetime with paige, who was currently absorbed in tiktok on her phone. and that was fine and all, but azzi was hot. not in the sticky, sweaty way, but in the way that started in her chest and darkened her eyes, slipping down into her boxers. 

and paige looked so– she’d come home from practice and hadn’t changed, hair in a messy low bun and black practice jersey clinging to her biceps. she hadn’t been lying about hitting the gym, and as she absentmindedly flexed her muscles as she rested her hand behind her head, azzi felt carnivorous. 

the distance between them hadn’t been so long in years, with paige at the end of her first professional season while azzi geared up for the beginning of her own. the two of them were caught in the distance, and facetimes made up for a lot of things but couldn’t stop azzi’s body from craving. between everything, the talking never slowed, but they hadn’t had time for anything, uh, special, in the last few weeks. 

paige’s eyes flickered towards the screen for a half a second at the movement. never one to pass up making a comment on azzi’s body, she whistled as she looked back at her phone. 

“damn, mami, you look good.”

azzi hummed in acknowledgement, frowning at paige’s lack of interest. except, of course, that that in itself was kind of hot, the knowledge that she was all feverish and bothered while paige was calm and collected. she let her scroll on for a few more minutes, subtly rubbing her inner thighs together to give herself any sort of friction. 

after a bit, she let out a dramatic sigh. “it’s still so hot here.”

it was october in storrs, connecticut. it was not fucking hot.

“take off the covers,” paige replied automatically, still engrossed in her screen. 

“probably a good idea,” azzi replied, feigning nonchalance. she slipped a leg out of the covers, making sure that the muscle of her thigh was visible to the camera for a brief moment as she used her leg to slip the covers off of her body. not that it mattered, because paige wasn’t paying her any attention. 

damn. she’d have to try harder. 

her heart skipped a beat for a moment as she fingered the hem of her sweatshirt, debating her next action for a second. paige was still looking away from her, though, and she couldn’t have that. 

she smoothly sat up, turning slightly away from paige to feign “modesty”. drawing the fabric over her head, she made sure that paige had a great view of her back muscles on display through her skin tight tank top. she pretended to stretch a bit, flexing her traps a little, and for a brief moment the knowledge that so much of her was on display went straight to her boxers, reinforcing the wet patch that had already begun to form. 

unfortunately, right after that, she regretted it. it was freezing cold in her room, and the chilled air hitting her skin made her erupt in goosebumps, nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her shirt. swallowing her pride, she turned deliberately back to paige, positioning herself on her side again so that her tits were closer to the camera. 

her mouth went dry. paige was staring. good. 

“damn,” paige’s eyes were wide, flitting down to her chest. the blonde swallowed thickly, blinking. 

“what?” azzi asked innocently, voice smooth and creamy. 

“nothing,” paige caught herself, shaking her head slightly. “you feel better?” she looked back at her phone. 

that diabolical piece of technology. for how much paige loved her damn ipad, she sure wasn’t paying any attention to it. 

azzi loved paige, she really did, but she wished that she would be less polite sometimes. paige would flirt, and paige would look, but she could be so fucking dense. azzi wanted her to notice, wanted her to take control.  

she rolled over onto her stomach, repositioning the phone so that it was above her head and she was laying in front of it. from the camera angle, her head and chest were visible; she pushed herself up onto her forearms, ensuring that the valley of her exposed tits was impossible to miss. 

she looked up at paige through her lashes, just staring. the pressure from the mattress on her hips felt good, and from this angle she could start to press herself into it without it being noticeable to paige. she did just that, starting a slow grind against her sheets. 

that got paige to falter, phone dropping a few inches down as she caught sight of azzi’s bare skin and curves. azzi blinked slowly at her, watching her resolve melt a little. 

“you good, baby?” paige asked, voice low and slightly scratchy. azzi tried not to smirk. score. 

she “absentmindedly” crossed a hand over her body to her shoulder, idly tracing her fingertips along her skin. 

“i’m good,” she murmured with a slow smile, nails scraping their way across her collarbone. god, it felt fucking good. any sort of intimate touch, even her own, paired with her gentle grinding had her breathing growing deeper. 

paige’s eyes locked onto the motion, pupils dragging along with azzi’s fingernails left, right, left right. azzi saw her jaw clench for a millisecond; then, suddenly her phone screen went half dark and she jerked her head back down, tapping it to make sure it stayed on and bringing it back up to her face. 

god damn it. 

“paige,” she called out, and paige’s eyes snapped back up to her, once again flitting down to her chest before settling on her face. 

“yes, baby?” paige asked, voice tight and slightly strained. 

azzi swallowed. “i was just thinking about how we used to cuddle after practice.”

“yeah?”

azzi nodded. “i miss you holding me.”

it was a step. 

“i miss holding you,” paige bit her lip. go time. azzi moved the camera slightly to the side, angled so that paige could see the length of her body. in her barely-there cotton shorts and old tank top, she knew that paige would be looking at nothing but her ass. 

“damn,” paige muttered under her breath, shifting forward slightly. her eyes darkened the barest amount, drinking in the curve of azzi’s waist. azzi’s heart rate sped up.

azzi didn’t let her have it for long, though, rolling again onto her back. now, paige had an excellent view directly down her shirt. 

paige’s breath hitched. “az,” she said quietly, her voice small, “you’re killing me.”

a thrill shot through azzi’s chest. “killing you?” she murmured, “well, i wouldn’t want to do that.” 

she looked up at the camera, the angle slightly awkward, but she caught sight of herself in the corner of her screen and mentally applauded. she looked good. she let her tongue slip from her mouth, wetting her lips, as she kept eye contact with her girlfriend. 

paige looked– jesus. the strands of hair falling out from her bun curled around her face deliciously, her large hands now resting in her lap, phone long forgotten. azzi’s gaze traced the veins from her wrist to her fingers, letting her eyes flutter shut as she imagined the feel of them inside of her, on her, rubbing her clit. 

there was a silence between them for a few seconds, thick with tension, before paige opened her mouth. 

“you look really good,” she blurted out. 

how kind of her to notice, azzi thought. it wasn’t like she’d been showing herself off to the camera for the last ten minutes or anything. 

she laughed lightly, like she hadn’t been expecting to hear it, and casually let her fingers start trailing lines up and down her stomach. she knew her girlfriend, knew that paige loved to touch her the exact same way. 

“oh?” she smiled, innocent. she let her voice drop into a purr. “and what are you going to do about it?”

paige inhaled deeply, and warmth flooded dizzyingly to azzi’s cheeks. 

she trailed her fingers up, across her chest, running over her nipples. her head tipped backwards slightly with pleasure, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“what do you want?” paige rasped. 

azzi exhaled. “want you,” she breathed, letting her palm cup her chest and squeeze. 

“you sure?” paige asked carefully.

“yeah,” azzi nodded. paige smiled at her, fond. then she let her demeanor shift, harden. 

“do you?” paige drawled. “you seem to be doing a pretty good job by yourself already.”

god, the change was hot. azzi felt something in her brain melt away, relaxing into it. paige’s confident voice was like liquid pleasure, streaming right to azzi’s clit and making her twitch. she was so turned on it was painful, body screaming at her to touch, to get relief. 

“tell me,” she choked out, “tell me how.” 

“yeah?” paige confirmed, “want me to tell you how to touch yourself?”

jesus. her saying it outright had a pulse seizing azzi’s core, thighs tensing and stretching down. she nodded, feeling the words absent from her tongue. 

“of course,” paige muttered, “can’t get off without me, can you, pretty girl? needed me to make you feel good?”

azzi nearly whined at that, hand still kneading at her chest. she nodded again, hips rocking down slightly into the mattress as her thighs spread apart in anticipation. 

“shorts off,” paige told her, suddenly. azzi scrambled to pull the fabric off of her skin, leaving her in her now soaked boxers. 

“boxers off.”

fuck. she wasn’t playing around. azzi swallowed thickly, doing as she was told. she was left in her thin tank, nipples still straining against the fabric, and her wet cunt was exposed to the cold air of the room. she shivered, biting at her lip. 

“really good, baby,” paige said softly, soothingly. 

azzi trembled with anticipation, waiting to be given the go ahead to touch herself. she could already feel the wetness on her inner thighs, and she imagined paige licking it off and tonguing up her heat. 

“just keep touching your chest for me,” paige murmured, “keep feeling good.”

azzi exhaled impatiently, tortured to no end. she was already feeling good, but she could be feeling so much better if she could touch her fucking clit. she couldn’t disobey her girlfriend, though, so she resigned herself to kneading her chest a little harder, trying to give herself as much stimulation as she could. 

“want you to tug on your nipples, baby,” paige’s voice cut through her ministrations. “pinch them a little, feel how sensitive they get, pull them out until it hurts a little.”

oh, fuck, oh, fuck. azzi’s fingers quickly sought out her nipples through her tank top, finding purchase and following paige’s orders. her back arched up off the bed, keening into the touch. the added bit of pain made her head dizzy. 

she rolled them between her fingers, sighing deeply. 

“jesus,” paige breathed, and azzi did whimper at that. 

“feels good,” she whispered.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” she confirmed with another nod, going back to kneading her chest.

“that’s good, baby,” paige murmured, “i want you to feel so good for me.”

azzi hummed, a thought flashing wildly through her mind. she knew she shouldn’t say it, but her inhibitions were lowered– “i could feel better.”

“oh?” paige laughed. shit. azzi wasn’t expecting that, teeth digging into her bottom lip, and humiliation flashed through her.

“what, you think you could do it better? you think you can fuck yourself better than i can?”

“no,” azzi pleaded automatically, shaking her head. “i can’t.”

“no, no,” paige said, amused, “do go on. i’d love to watch you try.”

“can’t,” azzi muttered, shame coursing through her. the way paige was talking to her was so fucking hot. 

“you can’t?” paige confirmed.

azzi shook her head again.

“then shut the fuck up and do what i tell you.”

azzi gasped, head surging and hips canting up from the words alone. she nodded eagerly, obediently, keeping her fingers on her nipples like paige had told her to. 

“you want more, then, pretty girl?”

“mmhm.”

“i know you do,” paige said, matter-of-fact, “bet you’re already making a mess of those sheets.”

god. she was right, of course. azzi nodded. 

“tell me.”

“i’m making a mess of my sheets,” azzi echoed, clenching her thighs together to try to relieve the ache. the slickness of her core lubricated the area, filthy and wet. 

“of course you are,” paige shrugged. “you want it so fucking badly.”

“i want it so fucking badly,” azzi repeated again. 

“what do you want, pretty?”

the pet name spun azzi’s head in circles. “to touch.”

“to touch yourself,” paige corrected, “you want to touch yourself while i watch you, and you want me to tell you what to do. you want me to look at you as you make yourself feel good, as you come apart for me.”

azzi whined, hips bucking up again at the dirty words. it was humiliating, embarrassingly so, being so vulnerable and hearing the filthy statements slip from paige’s lips. and it was sexy. 

“say it.”

“i want to touch myself,” azzi pleaded, clit pulsing. 

“ask me for it.”

“please, i want to touch myself.”

“better.”

“please, paige, can i touch myself? i want it so badly."

“beg.”

“oh fuck,” azzi moaned, something inside of her her snapping, “please, please, please, let me touch myself. please, i want to fuck myself so badly, i want to be good for you, i want you to tell me what to do, please.”

“fucking do it, then,” paige ordered, almost annoyed. azzi’s hand shot to her entrance, her fingers immediately covered in slick, and she moaned wantonly. she pressed a finger to her clit, wasting no time starting to circle it and press down.

“fuck,” she gasped, eyes rolling back in her head. finally being able to touch felt euphoric, and she practically swooned. 

“that’s it,” paige muttered appreciatively, “so good for me.”

the praise had azzi pressing a little harder, working herself a little faster. the knowledge that paige was watching her, watching her wrist disappear into herself, watching the look on her face and the rise and fall of her chest– fuck. 

“how does that feel, pretty?”

azzi nodded. “really fucking good,” she said breathlessly. 

“perfect,” paige purred. “how fast do you think you can get yourself to the edge for me?”

azzi choked. she thought about it for a millisecond, thought of how badly she needed it, how good the pressure felt, how exposed she was and how hot it was. 

“very,” she answered honestly.  

paige laughed at her again, and she keened. “’course you can. fucking slut.”

azzi let out a strangled moan, touching herself even faster. pleasure shot through her body in a heavy pulse. 

“you wanna get there for me? want to make yourself feel so fucking good?”

azzi was certainly not going to complain. “yeah,” she breathed, voice high pitched. 

“go on, then.”

azzi slowed down for a moment, gathering more wetness on her fingers and adjusting her angle. she gave herself a slow circle to accommodate, and when that felt good she sped up fast. 

“harder.”

she choked, pressing down more, clit so fucking sensitive from weeks of unuse. she found a delicious rhythm, working herself and mindlessly chasing her pleasure. 

“good girl,” paige praised, “look at you.”

the fucking words were so good, and azzi felt her face heating up as the deep well of pleasure swelled within her. her fingers started to feel better, and better, and before she knew it she was riding the edge. 

“i’m close,” she choked out, warmth flooding her body. 

paige let her continue for a little bit, watching in silence. then, suddenly– “stop. hands off.”

azzi ripped her hands away from herself like they weren’t her own, whimpering at the loss of contact. she felt the residual buzz in her system, clit still pulsing and wetness dripping down onto the sheets. why, she wanted to ask, i was almost there. but that would be questioning paige, so she kept her mouth shut. 

“touch again.”

she inhaled sharply, moving her hand back to her heat. 

“stop,” paige ordered before she had the chance to make contact. she exhaled, strangled. “what do you say?”

“can i please touch myself?” azzi echoed her words from earlier. 

“no. try again.”

“just please?”

“no. i’m letting you touch yourself. what do you say?”

“thank you,” azzi breathed, and paige nodded. 

“good, baby. now touch.”

“thank you,” azzi repeated, and began to circle her clit again. fuck. she was so turned on that it took her no time at all to get back to the edge, moans spilling from her lips. 

her cries began to get louder, eyes squeezing shut, and she desperately maintained her rhythm. 

“stop.”

with a shuddering gasp, she stilled her movements. “thank you.”

“touch.”

“thank you,” she keened, speeding back up. 

“stop.”

azzi whined, feeling tears start to prick at the corners of her eyes. she wanted it so fucking badly that it was overwhelming her, chest heaving at the sensitive touch. “thank you,” she gasped obediently, against her will, “please, can i have more?”

paige hummed in acknowledgement. “you want more, pretty girl?”

“yes, i want more. i want more,” azzi said stupidly, nodding. 

“want me inside of you?”

“yes, fuck, yes, please,” azzi begged, her entrance clenching in anticipation. “need your fingers, need your strap, please.”

“mmm,” paige hummed, “you sound so fucking good, begging me like this. asking me so nicely.”

“i’m good,” azzi repeated, “i’m so good for you.”

“you are,” paige agreed, “i think you deserve it.”

azzi exhaled in relief, heart speeding up. 

“do you think you deserve it?” paige pushed, and azzi wanted to scream. 

“only if you think i do.”

“you do,” paige shrugged. “okay, baby. want you to put a finger in for me.”

there was no resistance. azzi’s middle finger sank right into herself, wet and hot and deep. 

she inhaled sharply. “thank you.”

“that’s it,” paige muttered encouragingly. “you can move.”

“how?”

“work yourself up, pretty. just make it feel good.”

didn’t have to tell azzi twice. she fucked her finger inside, up to the knuckle. she was so turned on that she could barely feel it inside of her, and she pressed it in faster, deeper. the squelching sounds of it echoed through the room, and she heard paige’s breath catch in her throat. 

“fuck, baby,” the blonde woman groaned, “look so fucking good. taking it so well for me.”

azzi nodded her head mindlessly. “thank you.”

“do you think you can take another?”

“yeah,” azzi breathed. 

“go ahead, baby,” paige said, a tinge softer. 

“thank you,” azzi whispered, prodding at her entrance with a second finger. she slipped it in, this one stretching her out more, and she groaned. she sank it down to the knuckle as well, then froze. “can i go?”

“yes, pretty.”

“thank you,” azzi sighed, working the two fingers in and out. 

“how does that feel? okay?” 

“really good.”

“so perfect for me,” paige murmured, “taking my fingers nice and deep. feeling so good for me. look at you.”

azzi inhaled, building a rhythm. her fingers reached a little deeper, fucked in a little harder. again, the sounds filled the room, absolutely filthy. the pleasure overtook her as she again thought about paige watching her, telling her exactly how to get off. paige could do anything she fucking wanted to azzi, and azzi would love it. 

“c’mon,” paige whispered, encouraging. “curl ‘em for me.”

azzi crooked her fingers and gasped. “oh, fuck,” she moaned. 

“yeah?”

“yeah, yeah, right there,” azzi gasped, hitting the spot repeatedly. 

“little faster for me.”

“fuck, paige, oh, please, it feels so fucking good,” azzi babbled, relentlessly driving into herself. 

“yeah? you love fucking yourself for me? love how my fingers make you feel?” paige praised. 

“oh, god,” azzi gasped. a deep pressure built up inside her, scalding hot and all-consuming. her wrist began to ache with the motion, hips canting up to chase the pleasure. “i’m gonna–”

“you want to?”

“so bad.”

“free hand on your throat,” paige ordered. the command hit azzi like a ton of bricks, and her hand shot to her neck. “choke yourself.”

she squeezed, and her mouth fell open in ecstasy. she was the picture of submission, orgasm swelling within her fast and sharp like a balloon ready to burst. “please, i’m gonna–”

“fucking cum for me baby, cum all over your fucking fingers and make a fucking mess for me.”

azzi moaned loudly, palm slapping against her clit, and the pressure in her released in one big gush as she squirted all over the bedsheets. 

“fuck,” she cried out, thighs trembling as she rocked herself through it. paige continued to whisper sweet nothings to her, riding out the aftershocks as she finally relaxed. 

when it was over, she withdrew her fingers and lay boneless on the bed, eyes closed. 

“so good, pretty,” paige praised her, “so fucking perfect. you okay?” 

azzi hummed. 

“feel better?” her girlfriend laughed, stupidly light and adorable. 

azzi hummed again. 

“was everything okay?”

“mhm.”

“get some water, mami,” paige reminded her, and azzi sighed. now paige was talkative. she felt around on her nightstand for her half-full bottle, taking a sip of it. 

they fell into a relaxed silence for a minute, azzi breathing deeply and coming down. “i’ll come see you soon, baby,” paige promised, “and we can cuddle after sex and it’ll be awesome.”

“okay,” azzi said, still feeling a little floaty. 

“and i can bring the strap, and we can rewatch the hunger games afterwards.”

“okay.”

“and then i’ll clean you up nice and good, and you can take a nap on me like you like to do, and i’ll play with your hair and scratch your back how you like it too.”

azzi flushed. “okay.”

paige blew her a kiss through the receiver. “i love you.”

“love you,” azzi smiled, and the sentiment resounded in her chest. she felt so nice, relaxed and tired, and she curled up into a ball on her side. nap now. exhausted. 

“i’ll see you soon,” paige whispered, taking the hint. 

“see you soon,” azzi mumbled, drifting off to rest. 

[anonity]

meet cute, but worse

part - 1

word count - 5.1k

pairing - paige bueckers x azzi fudd

c/w - alcohol, throwup, mostly chaos lol. very very unserious.

a/n - my first piece in all lowercase letters and tell me why it was easier to write that way😔. anyway will release the other part to this before releasing anything else. can’t tell you when that will be, i’m booked and busy for awhile but i lowkey love this so i wanna keep writing sooner rather than later! based off this prompt 🙂‍↕️

(also, live reacts and feedback are very much appreciated 😛)

(also also, very unedited)

this night could not possibly get any worse.

with a face of ruined makeup, a lost wallet, and a chlorine-soaked designer dress, azzi fudd really begins regretting her decision to come on this cruise with chad at all.

especially considering chad—aka the guy who convinced her to come on the cruise, aka her boyfriend, aka the man who’s supposed to stay by her side and lead her through crowded rooms with a steady hand on her waist and buy all her drinks—has officially disappeared. and now here she is, standing outside the women’s bathroom wondering where her boyfriend, who’d promised to wait for her, has gone.

furious, azzi whips her phone out of her purse (both of which are still miraculously on her person, despite her horrible luck) and immediately dials her boyfriend’s number. if he doesn’t pick up on the first goddamn ring, azzi swears to god she’ll—

it goes to voicemail.

with a frustrated grunt, azzi sends him a quick, casual text: if you don’t get your ass to the room right fucking now i swear to god chad we’re over.

satisfied with that, azzi stuffs her phone back into her purse, runs a hand over her wet braids, and begins to make the treacherous journey back to her suite.

it’s midnight, which means all the minors on the ship have officially been sent to their rooms and all the adults have ventured to their various adult activities: r-rated comedy shows, drunken karaoke, and, for the younger adults, the nightclub.

it’s an indoor club, with strobe lights and surprisingly good music and amazing drinks. there’s a pool, and a bar, and some nice bathrooms.

it is this very bathroom—and this very nightclub—that azzi makes her way out of. it’s slow, and difficult, the club packed with inebriated bodies who seem determined to keep her from leaving. as she moves through the crowd, a few people give her strange looks, or stop to ask her why her dress is sopping wet. she ignores them all. if she didn’t, she’s not sure she’d have nice things to say.

she’s nearly at the exit when there’s a commotion directly behind her. against her better judgment, azzi pauses, turning to see where the loud, rambunctious noises are coming from. she regrets her decision to do so almost immediately—it’s nothing interesting, really. just a group of tall, clearly wasted girls playfully fighting with each other. based off the way they’re (badly) singing, they obviously know the song blasting over the speakers. almost all of them have drinks in their hands and azzi can’t help but roll her eyes at the way they’re hyping each other up.

even looking at them has azzi overwhelmed—she needs to get out of here. needs to get back to the comfort of her room, where she can pull herself together and chew chad out and get a good night’s sleep.

but, just as she resumes her exit, a body slams directly into her. she’s knocked off guard and absolutely helpless in the heels she stupidly put on earlier this evening, and she lets herself fall back into the rambunctious girls with something akin to resignation. this is it. this is my life now.

luckily, a few hands shoot out to brace her as she tumbles directly into their dance session. this means she doesn’t land on her ass, which is a good thing, but it also means she is currently being touched by, like, 12 different hands, which is a very, very bad sensory thing.

once she’s righted, azzi rips herself away from their grasps as calmly as anyone can rip away from something, and finds herself in the midst of their little circle.

“my bad,” she calls over the music, hugging her arms around herself in order to keep from bumping into any more sweaty bodies. “i got pushed and—“

“you okay, girlypop?” one of the girls says.

“yeah, that looked scary!” another younger, wide-eyed girl yells over the music.

azzi tries to reassure them, but they all start talking over one another at once, asking if she’s okay and apologizing and wondering if she wants to hang out for a drink and azzi backs up, imperceptibly, trying to escape from these drunk girls—but she bumps into someone else in doing so.

from then on, it happens in slow motion.

azzi turns around.

she catches a vision of blonde hair, someone slightly taller than she is.

she prepares herself to mumble an apology.

and then, with horrifyingly little warning, blondie bends over and pukes.

directly. on. azzi’s. shoes.

“oh my god!” azzi can’t help but cry, jumping back instinctively, and the other girls yell out with her.

“oh, shit!” the girl from earlier—one of the shorter of the group, the one with twists—jumps over to stand in between the puker and azzi. she puts her hand on the still bent-over woman’s shoulders. “boogs! what the hell!”

azzi thinks the woman might mumble in response, but she can’t hear much at all over the music. and she’s also a little preoccupied staring in shock at the bile on her feet.

with a sigh, the other girl spins around to face azzi. “i am so sorry, girl. she been acting crazy all night and honestly—we shouldn’t’a even let her out.” she tries for a good-natured laugh, but azzi just stares at her, mouth agape.

“right, guys?” the girl continues nervously, but then looks around and apparently realizes that the rest of her friend group have ditched her to take care of the awkward moment. she makes an offended noise. “fake bitches,” she mumbles.

with a little shuffle, the girl comes to stand beside her obviously ill friend, grabbing her by the shoulder and patting her on the chest. “so, uh, p, i get you’re going through it right now, baby, i really do. but you just threw up on this nice lady so i think maybe we should focus on one thing at a time.”

it’s only then that azzi’s attacker finally straightens up. her hands are placed firmly over her stomach, and her face is streaked with mascara—not to mention her complexion is slightly green.

but azzi recognizes her instantly.

and, despite the fact this girl is obviously not in her right mind, she recognizes azzi, too.

“paige?” azzi says incredulously, at the same time paige slurs, “oh, no.”

the other girl looks between them a little nervously, unsure of what to do next.

except, no, she’s not the other girl. she’s kk arnold, azzi recognizes now. guard at uconn.

and those other girls…fuck. azzi replays the memory in her mind, now with their faces attached to her resurfaced knowledge. they weren’t just some group of college girls.

azzi has had a run-in with the uconn women’s basketball team.

and she’s just been thrown up on by none other than paige fucking bueckers.

so much for getting a good nights sleep tonight.

—————————————

“so, remind me how y’all know each other?” kk says as they walk up to paige’s room. she has an arm around paige’s waist, fully supporting her, and she doesn’t look all too fazed by tonight’s events. azzi gets the feeling paige throwing up on people might be a regular event. which is just…awful.

paige answers with a groan.

sighing, azzi rubs her temple, trying desperately to ignore the smell of sick wafting up from her feet. “usa basketball. we played together.”

“oh,” kk responds. “you play?”

azzi doesn’t answer, just waits. paige elbows kk. kk says, “ow!” paige says, “kk, get your head out of your ass and look at her.”

so, kk does. she looks at her for the first time since they left the club, now under the bright hallway lights rather than the dim, strobing club ones. and it’s only a moment before realization dawns on her face. “oh, shoot! paige!” she stops dead in her tracks, letting go of paige to face her. “girl, that’s azzi fudd!”

“i know, kk,” paige mumbles.

kk turns to azzi. “you say y’all played together, what, 2018?”

“2017,” azzi and paige correct at the same time. azzi tries to meet her eyes, but paige has had her head hung low this entire time. she’s either sick or deeply disturbed or both. likely both.

they continue walking, and azzi recalls her time at camp. the memories are a little hazy, faded as all memories are. but she remembers paige—how could she not? the only girl who really gave her a run for her money, the only girl who met her competitiveness head-on. they played—well, they played amazingly together, oddly enough. azzi remembers she never really wanted to talk to the girl, who seemed loud and arrogant and overwhelming. but their chemistry on the court, without ever speaking to each other, was incredible.

she does have one very clear memory: the plane ride back. she’d been sitting in her seat, ready for the flight, when paige had hesitated beside her while walking down the aisle.

azzi had looked up, curious. “hi.”

paige’s cheeks had flushed bright red, which seemed completely out of character for the girl azzi had thought she was. “oh, uh. hey.”

azzi stayed silent.

paige scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. “hey, i, um.” it looked like she was trying to convince herself to say something—almost like she was building courage to say it. a little flicker of something bubbled in azzi’s chest. anticipation, maybe? she doesn’t know; she’s never been able to figure out what that feeling meant.

all she knows is she felt disappointment when paige had sighed defeatedly and said, “can i put my bag in your overhead?”

she’d nodded. paige had said thank you. and they’ve never spoken again.

“yeah, yeah,” kk waves them off, hauling paige the rest of the way down the hall. “whatever. basically, i’m tryna say, it’s been seven years since then, right?”

azzi presses the up button, then leans against the wall. “yeah…”

“well, paige has had a massive crush on you for about eight of them.”

in an instant, kk is turned around, paige’s front pressed to her back as they lowkey wrestle. paige has a hand slapped over kk’s mouth, but that doesn’t stop her evil cackling from coming through.

paige glances over her shoulder. “she’s lying.”

azzi watches the commotion, and thinks such a scene wouldn’t have been made if kk was really lying. “uh-huh.”

“serious,” paige insists. it’s the most emotion azzi has heard from her tonight.

“okay.” the door dings open, and azzi sucks in a deep breath, being the first to step inside. “well, uh…”

kk wrangles out of paige’s grip, walking somewhat sassily into the elevator. “yeah, let’s go. p!”

paige glowers at them across the threshold.

“c’mon, girly. get in here.”

they have to hold the doors open, but eventually, and not looking particularly happy about it, paige steps inside.

azzi begins to regret agreeing to go to her room with them.

————————————

“ok, take those shoes off, stink,” kk instructs as soon as they enter paige’s suite. azzi doesn’t hesitate to comply, slipping out of her heels without looking at them, careful not to dip her toes in any throw-up. although she’s sure there are more than a few fangirls who’d sell their soul for some paige bueckers bodily fluids.

once she’s out of them, she hovers by the door awkwardly, and kk and paige exchange a glance. they obviously have some sort of silent conversation within the second-long look, because it has kk laughing. “you’re funny.”

“please,” paige murmurs.

“hell, no. you puke it, you nuke it.”

“that doesn’t rhyme, stupid-head.”

azzi watches them, a small, amused smile coming over her face despite herself.

“wait, what?” kk says, leaning her ear towards Paige.

“i said—“

“ever,” kk interrupts with a wide grin. “now go nuke those nasty shoes, for real.” kk glances at azzi and gives her a once-over before saying, “and get fudd-fudd some dry clothes while you’re at it.”

leaning down, paige grabs the shoes by the heels and grumbles something as she disappears into the bedroom. once she’s gone, kk ushers azzi further inside, leading her into the kitchen. “so,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows. “you in love with her yet, or what?”

azzi scoffs. “she’s not exactly charming.”

“oh, no, she real charming.” kk glances at the closed bedroom door, then leans forward, motioning for azzi to step closer. when she does, kk lowers her voice. “she just gets nervous around you.”

“i haven’t talked to paige in years,” azzi says, a little confused. a crush, she understands—many people have had crushes on azzi before. but no way paige gets nervous around her, when they’re never even around each other to begin with.

“nah, but you notice how we’ve never won a game against y’all?” kk asks.

“yeah.” of course azzi’s noticed. most people have—uconn is the team to beat, but in the four years azzi’s been in college, they’ve never once won against ucla.

“ever wonder why?”

“because we’re better than you,” azzi responds all too quickly.

kk makes an unamused face at her. “no, it’s because paige is too busy having wet fantasies about you instead of playing the damn game.“

azzi waves this off. “excuses.”

“i’m being serious.” kk nudges her in the arm, then pulls her a little closer, once again lowering her voice. “and you wanna know something else?”

azzi sighs like she doesn’t, but really, she does—she’s always been too nosey for her own good. “tell me.”

“every girl p’s ever hooked up with is a mixed baller with curly hair and brown eyes. and if she has dimples, paige lets her stay the night.”

azzi downright barks out a laugh at this one. “i’m starting to think you’re making all this shit up.”

“just watch,” kk says cryptically. “you’ll see.”

azzi wants to ask more—like, is it confirmed that paige has wet fantasies about her?—but the bedroom door opens and azzi turns her head to see paige standing in the doorway, a pair of clothes bundled in her arms. azzi does her best to keep a straight face but she must look a little guilty because paige narrows her eyes at them. “what were y’all talking about?”

“how i been constipated lately,” kk says a little too quickly. azzi valiantly keeps her expression neutral. “azzi was giving me advice.”

azzi nods somberly. paige looks borderline mortified, which is not a look azzi ever thought she’d see on someone like her. “can you try to be cool for once?” she asks kk.

“you’re the one who puked on her,” kk says. “if she could get scared away, she wouldn’t be here.”

paige sighs, stepping closer, into the kitchen with them. her cheeks are tinged pink, from alcohol or kk’s antics or—maybe something else, azzi thinks as paige avoids eye contact with her while handing over the pair of clothes. “uh, here.”

“thanks,” azzi says. she reaches for the clothes, letting her right hand just brush paige’s own before pulling back, watching for a reaction. there’s not much, but when paige’s hands are free, she shakes out the right one as if she’s been shocked.

azzi makes a little mental note. interesting. very interesting.

“you can change, um, back there,” paige says, throwing a thumb back over her shoulder before scratching awkwardly at her neck. “or, like, wherever, i’on care.”

azzi’s eyebrows raise on their own accord. paige opens her mouth, then closes it, then says, “i mean, you could also go to the bathroom or sum’. obviously you shouldn’t change, like, here. that’d be—weird.“

“riiiight,” azzi drawls, a small, amused smile playing on her face.

“so, uh, yeah.” paige sidesteps, motioning for azzi to pass. “go ‘head.”

——————————————

once she’s on her own, she takes it in—the privacy, the quiet. it’s been a long fucking night. she cannot wait to get to her own room and just sleep.

well, she’ll need a shower first. shower, then sleep. or maybe she’ll even indulge in a bath. the mere thought of it has her shoulders relaxing.

but then, her phone buzzes inside her purse. and her shoulders are tense all over again, because that’s got to be chad—texting her back thirty minutes late—and since when does she want to deal with chad?

a bit reluctantly, she pulls her phone out of her purse. it’s only at five percent and so she ignores all her other notifications, going straight to she and chad’s messages.

sure enough, he’s just responded to her last text: sorry baby, got caught up lmfaooo. you tryna fuck tn?

and then, sry for pushing u in the pool fr

waiting for you in da room

well, fuck.

that’s the first thing that crosses azzi’s mind. because, after the shit he’s pulled tonight—and every other night in the two months they’ve been together, honestly—they’re over. she’s done. which means she’ll either have to fight with him for their room for the rest of the trip, or sleep by the goddamn pool. and confrontation has never been her thing.

tossing her phone onto the bed, azzi discards of her purse, as well, before reaching behind herself to unzip her dress. her day might have been shit, but at least she finally gets to take this stupid dress off.

she fumbles a little before grabbing hold of the zipper. she pulls, and it gives about an inch before abruptly stopping.

furrowing her eyebrows, azzi pinches the zipper harder between her fingertips. pull, give. stop.

“shit,” azzi murmurs. this time, when she tries again, it doesn’t give at all, just says firmly stuck in place.

she already knows pulling it over her head or down her hips is out of the question—the dress shrunk like two sizes in the water. no way this thing is making it over her hips or shoulders without some leeway. so now here she is, stranded in the middle of paige bueckers’ room with a soaking wet dress and a broken zipper.

she considers marching out of this place without another word, going to her own room, fighting briefly with chad over it, and then cutting the damn thing off. but then she’d have to walk, shoeless, through the entire ship. and confrontation still isn’t her thing.

sighing, azzi tucks away her pride and goes over to the door, peeking her head out. the girls are still in the kitchen. paige’s back is turned, but azzi can see kk, and she has an amused smile on her face as they speak in hushed whispers. paige sounds mad about something.

azzi clears her throat.

paige visibly tenses, and kk’s smile only grows as she slowly turns around, looking very much afraid.

“uh,” azzi says, unsure what to make of the whole ordeal. “my zipper is stuck. i need help.”

god, please let kk volunteer, please let kk volunteer, no seriously, please let—

“paige volunteers as tribute,” kk says, shoving paige forward.

paige chokes. “no i don’t!”

“least you can do after throwing up on her,” kk says.

“that’s not fair,” paige argues. azzi would beg to differ, but she’s keeping her mouth firmly shut in the hopes of avoiding a potentially very awkward situation.

kk raises an eyebrow. paige sighs. then, resolve washes over her features, and azzi lets out a disappointed breath. fuck.

“okay, fine. sure.” paige is grumbling, eyes downcast as she heads toward the bedroom, and azzi shoots kk a dirty look before closing the door behind the two of them.

paige stands in the middle of the room, playing nervously with her fingers. azzi lets them sit in the awkward silence for a few moments before realizing paige is waiting for further direction.

“uh, yeah,” azzi says, stepping up to her before turning around. she grabs once again at the zipper, pulling it to show paige how stuck it is. “it’s not budging.”

paige takes a step closer, and azzi’s entire body tenses at the proximity. she doesn’t dare look over her shoulder, but she can feel paige, the drunken warmth radiating off her body, and she can hear her breathing. it’s without warning that paige’s fingers come to fiddle with the zipper, her knuckles brushing between azzi’s shoulder blades, and her body thrums with…something.

she is not usually like this when somebody has a crush on her. but she’s fresh off a self-proclaimed breakup and maybe that’s what’s making her feel so inexplicably tense.

“yeah,” paige says after giving the zipper a few tugs. “it definitely looks broken.”

azzi doesn’t say anything. every time she thinks she’s hit rock bottom, something else gets thrown at her. first the pool, then the throw-up, then a broken zipper. and through it all, chad. none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for him, azzi thinks bitterly.

“we can try getting it off without unzipping it,” paige suggests. azzi turns her head to the side, not enough to see paige behind her, but enough to try and gain some composure. because paige implying that they will both pull this dress off of her leaves her warm.

“i already tried,” azzi says instead of agreeing, which is something she weirdly wants to do. despite knowing the dress won’t come off if it’s zipped, she wouldn’t mind letting paige try. maybe letting her pull the straps down her shoulders, or even lift the skirt over her hips…

okay, azzi. snap the fuck out of it.

in an attempt to salvage the situation, azzi blurts, “scissors.”

paige chokes. azzi closes her eyes in a silent acceptance of defeat. the universe is definitely out for her.

“wha—?” paige starts, but azzi doesn’t let her finish before whirling around with a casual smile, “i meant, we might need to get scissors. like, to cut the dress off.”

“oh,” paige says, her mouth forming a little ‘O’ of understanding. “okay. yeah. uh, you sure you wanna cut it?”

the thought of trying to save this dress is almost laughable. it may have been expensive, but it was also a gift from the very same man who ruined it by pushing her into the pool. “yeah,” she says. “positive.”

paige makes a face at the dark tone of azzi’s voice, but luckily doesn’t question it. “oo-kay,” she drawls, turning to the nightstand and rummaging through one of the drawers.

“so, uh,” paige says as she searches, “how’d your dress get like that, anyway?”

soaked. she means soaked. “got pushed into the pool,” azzi says.

“oh, shoot.” paige glances over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “by who?”

“my boyfriend,” azzi says, nearly shuddering at the words. then, pleasantly, she remembers he’s not her boyfriend anymore—even though he doesn’t know that yet. “well, my ex-boyfriend.”

“your boyfriend pushed you in the pool?” paige asks. she sounds a little outraged, and, upon finding the scissors, she spins around with them in hand.

“ex-boyfriend,” azzi corrects. “i mean, as of a few minutes ago.”

“well, shit.” paige walks back over to her. “fuck him.”

azzi’s first reaction is to get defensive—she’s spent two months month defending chad to all her friends—but she doesn’t have to do that anymore, so instead she nods decisively. “yeah, fuck him.”

it’s then that paige smiles—the first time azzi’s seen it tonight—and it’s this shy, timid smile, so different from the overconfident, giddy one she gets in games. it’s clear she’s horrible at hiding her little crush and usually that would ick azzi out, but on paige it’s almost…endearing?

and for some reason, butterflies flutter in her tummy at the sight of it.

“okay,” azzi says, turning around in an attempt to crush the moment. “go ahead.”

“should i just cut along the zipper?” paige asks. azzi nods, motioning back towards herself. “do your worst.”

“alright,” paige says, a hint of doubt in her voice. she starts cutting nonetheless. azzi feels nothing but satisfaction at the first snip—she’s glad to be rid of this thing. when she gets home, she’ll burn everything else that fuckass man gave her, too. paige is, in a way, doing god’s work by cutting it.

“so,” paige says as she works. “what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

azzi winces. “uh, chad.”

paige pauses her snipping. “for real?”

“yeah,” azzi says sheepishly, before once again saying, “and he’s my ex-boyfriend.”

“right,” paige replies, tone thick with humor. “so, chad pushed you into the pool while you were wearing this nice dress. and then you broke up with him?”

“well…” azzi trails off—leave it to paige bueckers to make her feel dumb. “i mean, he disappeared on me afterwards, and then he didn’t respond to my texts until like ten minutes ago, so…”

“so he pushed you into the pool, acted crazy, and then you broke up with him.” paige says it like a statement, which makes azzi really hesitant to disclose the whole story.

“i mean, yeah,” she mutters.

paige picks up on the way the sentence lilts guiltily. “bruh.”

“i guess i haven’t actually broken up with him,” azzi is quick to say, paige’s judgmental gaze burning into the skin of her back. “but i did it in my head.”

“in your…” paige must think better of asking more questions, because she just sighs before pulling her hands away from azzi’s dress. “whatever, girl. i’m done.”

azzi turns to face her. “stop that.”

“stop what?”

“judging me.”

paige raises her eyebrows. “i’ll stop when you actually break up with him.”

it’s supposed to come as a joke, but for some reason, azzi takes it as a challenge. almost like she’d do anything for paige’s approval. which is stupid, because paige is clearly an unexpectedly dorky lesbian who just so happens to be hot and athletic.

(it won’t take long for azzi to realize she has a very specific taste in women.)

“fine,” azzi says. and then she, who has never been one to take life advice from virtual strangers, marches to the bed, grabs her phone, and navigates once again to chad’s contact. she tells herself it’s just so she’ll be able to sleep in their room tonight rather than avoiding him the rest of the trip. it’s not really true.

he answers on the fourth ring (typical). it’s nothing but a simple, “yo.” she hates him.

paige puts her hands on her hips, clearly a little surprised that azzi’s actually doing this, but daring her to see it through nonetheless. azzi switches to speakerphone. “chad,” she says, a little unsure of how to go about this. all of her previous breakups have been mutual, cordial. this…

oh, she hates him.

“wassup, baby.” he has the audacity to sound a little annoyed at being bothered, and azzi takes a deep breath to compose herself.

“chad, we gotta talk.”

there’s a long, dramatic sigh on the other end of the line. “is this about the pool? because if it’s about the pool it’s gotta wait ‘till tomorrow. i’m too tired for that shit.”

paige’s eyebrows disappear into her hairline, before furrowing in disbelief, her mouth dropping open a little.

azzi just nods.

“asshole,” paige mouths.

“actually,” azzi says, “i’m breaking up with you.”

silence. then, a bark of laughter. “yeah. aight.”

“i’m being serious.”

“whatever you say, azzi.” he sounds equal-parts amused, equal-parts irritated. “look, just come back up to the room before it gets too late. you know i’ll make it up to you.”

paige sticks her tongue out, pointing a finger into her mouth and gagging.

azzi rolls her eyes. “you wanna know something, chad?”

“what,” he says, barely interested anymore. (he has the attention span of a goldfish with adhd.)

“we’ve been together for how long?”

“uhh…” chad drawls.

“two months,” she informs him. “and in that amount of time, how many times have we fucked?”

“shit, i’on know,” he says, sounding a little more amused now, like he’s in for a treat. he has no idea.

“a lot, chad. and do you have any idea how many orgasms i’ve had in that amount of time?”

dead silence. she almost wonders if he’s hung up. paige is looking at her like she’s crazy, or maybe like she’s an angel descended from heaven itself. azzi focuses back on the phone. “zero. you have made me come literally zero times.”

another laugh, this time more awkward. “azzi, c’mon, bro—“

“so no, i would not like you to make it up to me tonight, or ever,” she continues, gaining a little momentum now. “your tiny-ass dick could never. and if you don’t get the fuck up outta that room so i can sleep tonight, then i’m—“

“hollup, you’re being serious?” chad interrupts.

“yes,” she says—he never did take her seriously. “so you need to find somewhere else to stay because—“

“hell nah,” chad interrupts once again, this time sounding straight-up affronted. “i’m not giving you the room just because you’re deciding to go batshit on me. you can have it when you come to your senses tomorrow, baby.”

rage seethes, hot and quiet, through azzi’s very marrow. she hates being condescended. hates being spoken down to. hates not being believed. she is going to tear his ass in two.

she glances up at paige. paige has now found a seat on the bed and is watching with wide eyes, looking like she needs a bag of popcorn. looking undeniably fine, somehow, even after throwing up on azzi and then proceeding to have the most awkwardly obvious crush on her. looking undeniably edible, to be completely frank.

and then—

oh, and then.

“fine,” azzi says, holding the speaker right up to her mouth so chad won’t miss a single word of what she’s about to say. “don’t give me the room. i got somebody else to stay with.”

“yeah? who?” chad asks. she can picture his stupid smile as he says it.

“paige,” azzi says, ignoring the quizzical look paige is sending her. “an old friend.”

“paige?” he says, clearly confused.

“yeah,” she continues. “and if you don’t give me that room back…” she avoids paige’s gaze for this part, or else she wouldn’t have the balls to do it, “then i’m gonna stay here. and i’m gonna get fucked by paige bueckers.”

there’s a sharp, nervous laugh. “you’re lying through your fucking teeth, azzi.”

“wanna find out?” azzi asks, hoping he doesn’t call her on her bluff.

“yeah, actually,” he says. “i’m using the room tonight. and let’s see if you’ve fucked paige bueckers by morning.”

with that, a click. the line is dead.

paige’s jaw is on the floor.

azzi squeezes her eyes shut.

okay, so azzi stands corrected. the night has, officially, gotten worse.

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if you’re a sub paige truther (which is the CORRECT thing to be btw) you should def read “whatever azzi wants azzi gets” by wordsmeetwbb!! it’s kind of more bratty/switch paige but i’ll take whatever sub paige scraps i can get LOL

good morning to ME tysm for this one anon 🙏

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Just You sounds so good and posting WIPs is a tiny bit evil lol… any idea when that might be done?

hows april 12 sound anon? (i'm forcing deadlines on myself)

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What are ur fav ever pazzi fics?!!!!!!

ohhohoh am i glad you asked me THIS. i'm gonna put links instead of @ bc i'm still not really sure about tumblr etiquette unfortunately -- TL;DR at the bottom

DELILAH is probably my favorite pazzi writer. my goat. this is probably my favorite fic by them, but seriously, pick anything and just read it. something like love is also a fantastic read -- it's not finished yet but maybe if you pace yourself in your reading it'll get updated by the time youre caught up LOL. love their characterization + pacing and the writing voice they use is the most engaging (to me!)

pbaz7 is another fav of mine. i'm actually a big fan of crossing the line even though its a bit older, love their senior night oneshot too -- i'm such a sub paige truther 😮‍💨

i actually haven't read anything else by them, but sellas i'd let you smut was pretty damn hot in my humble opinion and i'm sure their other works are great loeysoi has zero skips bro, this time it'll work fr being my favorites but tbh they're all must reads imo pet names is a super cute one but that is unfortunately caitlinbueckers' only pazzi fic azzibuckets is another great one. i loved sweet but be aware that it's unfinished; otherwise, i really liked loopy in love. love an accidental confession

something like love - fake dating trope i don’t see what anyone could see in anyone else (but you) - just fluff crossing the line - player p is actually a lover girl senior night - sub paige smut i'd let you - ab riding featuring a sexually tense paige and azzi this time it'll work fr - rom-com-esque, with great but optional smut pet names - paige accidentally calling azzi pet name after pet name sweet - best friends to lovers loopy in love - accidental confession from a post-wisdom-teeth-removal azzi

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we see u posting on main miss girl..

yall play too much LMFAO

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masterlist— paige bueckers

dear april- what happens when two people— two very different people— meet and fall in love?(angst)

let loose- paige comes home from a tiring game and you make it your mission to help her relax.(smut)

twenty nights- based on the song twenty nights by nobu woods. you and paige are sneaky links because for 1. she doesn’t do relationships(being the face of UCONN’s Wbb and all) and 2. you already had a girlfriend. (smut)

twenty nights pt2- viola went through your phone while you were asleep and found that you had been cheating on her.

vacation- you and some of the team go on a week long vacation together to start off the first week of summer, and finally the tension between you and paige couldn’t get any thicker.(smut)

something new- paige had mentioned wanting to try the strap and the day has finally come.(smut)

glasses stay on- making paige keep her glasses on while you eat her out. (inspired by that tt of her and kk at the soccer game) (smut)

date nights- the start and ending of a date night with paige.(smut)

one more- a quickie before bed turns into more. (smut)

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The amount of WIPS is frying me... please post we miss you daddy

LMFAO sorry guys i have adhd

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masterlist

hey! welcome to my masterlist :) italicized titles are works in progress. you're free to ask about them! otherwise... just let me know if i can make this easier to navigate 🔥 = smut fics across the hall [paige x reader] you and your best friend are moved in to the west dorms -- right across from paige bueckers. your minor basketball crush suddenly has become very, very real.

never really friends [pazzi] azzi thinks paige will wait forever for her. after years, though, paige finally walks out. now what?

do i wanna know [paige x reader] 🔥 after ending things with her best-friend-turned-situationship, you navigate difficult feelings regarding paige bueckers (who might miss you a little bit more than she lets on) you've got talent! [paige x reader] paige is instantly down bad for one of the “talent show” audition selects on KK’s live matchmaker [paige x reader] kayla asks you who your celebrity crush is one night. the name paige bueckers slips out before you realize kayla is friends with her. oneshots flight risk [pazzi] paige hates travelling. azzi has to deal with her. (and, paige can't read google maps) someone better [paige x reader] paige catches you with your saved basketball edits just you [pazzi] 🔥 azzi accidentally lets an insecurity slip. paige has to make it very clear that azzi is wrong. easy there [paige x reader] 🔥 you've never noticed how sensitive paiges neck is. not once? [paige x reader] paige has somehow, God bless her heart, never made cookies. and that just cannot slide. drabbles seeing [pazzi] paige should look away. she knows she should. but azzi is beautiful and, more importantly, hasn’t noticed paige staring. lucky [pazzi] azzi drags paige out of bed at 6 in the morning, just to go to the gym. (also, they’re dating and paige is in love) heartthrob [paige bueckers x reader] paige discovers your heart beats a little faster when she's around

[anonity]

when everyone starts taking breaks in the wbb fandom so anonity comes back with their monthly banger

im a regular invincible bro youre welcome

jk cut me some slack tho yall senior year be busy AF 😩

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flight risk

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd wc: 2600 summary: paige hates travelling. azzi has to deal with her. (and, paige can't read google maps)

i honestly wasn’t reeeeaaaally sure how long to make this so i just kinda wrote until i was done lol. might proofread later idk everyone thank anon for the prompt. feel free to send in more :)

the bus hums beneath them, a steady roll down I-84. their flight isn’t even supposed to start boarding until 9:00am, but here paige is, head pressed against the cool window at six in the morning. her hoodie is bunched awkwardly on her shoulder, long legs bumping azzi’s to her side, and shes about to fall asleep when a backpack suddenly slams into her shoulder.

paige groans, forcing an eye open to glare at whoever disturbed her. 

it’s KK. of course it is, because who else would have such disregard for someone clearly trying to go back to bed? before paige can complain, KK begins shoving her bag into their overhead compartment. she mumbles something about it not fitting under her seat like she wanted it to. 

the grin on her face insinuates that the backpack-shoulder collision was purposeful.

paige does little other than hum in acknowledgement, grateful when the compartment clicks shut and KK plops unceremoniously back into the seat behind her, because that must be the end of the disturbances. 

it’s not.

someone in the back (aubrey?) is complaining about her cheez-its being missing, and while she doesn’t respond, allie looks a little guilty in the seat diagonal to paige and azzi’s. 

paige sighs, pressing her forehead back against the glass. think happy thoughts. she’s back in the comfort of her bed, blanket draped over the window and nothing but a box-fan for noise.

“paige.”

jesus.

the voice is soft, warm, close. paige cracks an eye open again, not bothering to turn toward her. she can already see the picture – azzi, sitting far too awake for six in the morning, with a book settled in her lap and an iced coffee in hand. 

paige grumbles, “‘m sleepin’,” in response.

“you were,” azzi corrects. paige hears a page turn. she sighs dramatically, letting her head fall forward onto the seat in front of them.

“wake me up when we land.”

azzi finally lifts her gaze from her book, a smile tugging at her lips. “you still have to get through security.”

paige waves her hand dismissively. it falls heavily on azzi’s lap, effectively disrupting her book-reading position. “that’s a problem for future me.”

azzi inhales deeply, takes a sip of her coffee. she glances over at paige, a little amused by the way her breath is already evening out again. “future you is going to be a problem for present me.”

paige smirks, eyes still closed and shoulders loose. “that’s love, az.”

azzi softens for just a second, and then KK slaps the back of her chair. “can y’all not be gay up there?”

the airport is hell with escalators. 

the fluorescent lights are blinding and there are weird, circular patterns in the carpet like whoever designed it was hopping off psychedelics. paige thinks the floor might be moving.

they’ve been here for – she grabs azzi’s wrist, turning the watch towards her – sixteen minutes. azzi hardly even spares a glance in her direction. 

it’s not until they get to the very end of TSA that paige notices her mistake. 

the worker (who, in paiges opinion, had been feeling her girlfriend up a little bit more than necessary) holds her full water bottle up at the end of the line. “you’re going to have to dump this out.”

azzi turns incredulously towards paige. “i told you to dump that out when we got here!”

paiges shoulders slump, staring pitifully at her bottle. “i was gonna do it in the bathroom..”

tiffni, judging by her nametag (which is decorated in pink bow pins) looks unamused. “i can either keep this here or you can go back around to the dumping site.”

paiges jaw drops. “back through security? why can’t i just dump it out here?”

tiffni stares, like the answer is obvious. “there isn’t a dumping site here.”

for fucks sake. 

paige sighs overdramatically, shuffling her luggage towards azzi with urgency. “i’ll be back.” azzi rolls her eyes.

she doesn’t return for another twenty minutes. azzi’s beginning to learn that paige is the reason why they needed to be at the airport three hours early.

when she does appear, she’s trudging towards the group like she’s being led to her execution. her water bottle is gripped tightly against her side. “i ran into like, seventeen fans on the way here.”

they find a row of seats so uncomfortable they can only be justified by the airport architecture. paige slumps. they’re too stiff to sleep in, too close to get comfortable, and the weird plastic arm is cracked down the side.

paige yanks her hoodie sleeve out of the crack for what feels like the umpteenth time, fishing around in her pocket for her phone and yanking it out with the grace of an elephant. 14%.

sighing dramatically, she shuffles around in her carry-on for a charger. 

it’s in her suitcase.

paige steadies herself with one deep breath, turning to look at azzi. unfortunately, azzi could sense the bullshit coming from a mile away, and is already staring at her. 

“no.”

paige whines. “az, my phones about to die.”

azzi’s voice lacks any sympathy. “you should’ve charged it on the bus.” she digs through her bag anyways, pulling an unnecessarily short charger out. it doesn’t reach to their seats, and paige has to decide between leaving her phone unattended at the mercy of her teammates, or leaving azzi’s side.

her phone sits unattended. 

eventually, paige decides she can’t go any longer without eating and leaves for the convenience shop ahead of them. she looks irritated when she gets back, $20 lighter and a bag of beef jerky in her hands. “this is extortion.”

azzi opens an eye, smiling lazily at paige. “should’ve brought your own snacks.” she watches as paige shoves a piece into her mouth, glowering at the price tag. 

“they probably would’ve confiscated my snacks, too.”

azzi scoffs at that.

by the time boardings started, paige has a new enemy: the intercom voice. it drones on with useless information she couldn’t care less about, and every once in a while it announces welcome to bradley international airport, like they haven’t been there for the past hour.

then, it says something actually relevant: “boarding group B may now begin lining up.”

azzi stands.

paige does not.

“paige.”

paige shuffles back further into her seat. “i just think it’s interesting,” she drawls, “that we’re all getting on the same plane, and yet everyone pushes to get in line anyways.”

azzi groans, gripping paiges arm and yanking her towards the door. “lets gooo, i wanna sit down.”

paige relents, following azzi toward the front and peppering the air with complaints despite azzi’s lack of response. sarah turns to investigate her grumbling for a second, but intelligently turns back around when she catches paige's stare. 

a new crisis emerges once they board. paige stares at her ticket, dumbfounded. “az, i’m in the middle seat.”

azzi’s already shoving both of their luggage in the overhead. “yup.”

paige blinks. “azzi.”

her girlfriend does not look even remotely sympathetic. “what?”

“switch with me please.”

azzi’s face crinkles. “no.”

“i’m going to lose my mind,” paige exaggerates, waving her ticket around pitifully. she’s not sure if its because she actually feels bad, or if she just doesn’t want to listen to paige complain any more today, but azzi backs up to let paige in the aisle first. victory.

azzi slaps her ass as she pushes past, muttering something about paige not having any mind left to lose. it doesn’t matter, though, because paige is sitting next to the window and all is right with the world.

azzi settles comfortably next to her, stretching her legs out against paige’s. paige shifts, but theres nowhere for her to move. “azzi.”

azzi raises an eyebrow, like she’s daring paige to complain again. she dares.

“move your legs.”

azzi smirks, now purposefully pressing against paige. “didn’t seem like a problem when you were all up in my business on the bus.”

“i was sleeping!” paige protests, shoving at her knees. “it’s totally–”

caroline, who was sitting behind them, suddenly rises so fast azzi’s seat shudders. “somebody switch me.”

not a single team member moves. carolines gaze rakes over the freshmen, landing on sarah. sarah’s hands immediately raise in the air. “i had to sit by them last time!” she defends, then immediately throws morgan under the bus. “it’s her turn.”

caroline stares. this may be the one scenario where someone is actually willing to not listen to her, but after a couple beats of silence morgan rises from her seat and moves to trade caroline. 

azzi’s voice comes out chiding, but she’s grinning either way. “look, now you made caroline move–”

“oh my god,” paige laughs, finally shoving azzis legs onto her own side. “get over yourself.”

she’s just starting to get comfortable (or, as comfortable as six feet can get in an airplane seat), when paige hears the soft thud of the armrest lifting. paiges eyes snap open. “what are you doing?”

azzi settles further into her seat, shoulder pressing insistently against paiges. “getting comfy.”

paige narrows her eyes. “without the armrest?”

“it was in my way.”

“it’s supposed to be there,” paige scoffs. “for boundaries, y’know?”

azzi’s must be coming off her morning high, because she hums contentedly, head falling against paiges shoulder. “‘m gonna take a nap,” she mumbles. 

paige lets her. 

as expected, creighton never stood a chance.

by the fourth buzzer, uconn had cruised by with a 19-point win. paige did her best impression of geno’s scowl on their way into the locker room, and soon ice was suggesting dinner. they argued for a solid ten minutes (KK apparently does not eat seafood) and then “DJ’s dugout” was decided on –  a bar ten minutes from baxter arena, and twenty from their hotel. 

azzi drags herself back to the hotel, being incredibly uninterested in listening to KK’s sexyy red playlist for the next two hours. paige meets her (post-shower, content and even enjoying KK’s playlist) in the hallway, her hair falling in loose waves and an easy smile plastered on her face. “i already called an uber, says its gon’ be here in 5 minutes.”

which is great, except that they get out of the uber and paige is immediately looking sheepishly up at the towering buildings. “uh,” she says, eloquently.

they can’t be too far off, because they can see the arena in the distance – but they’re staring up at rexius nutrition, which is very evidently not a bar. she turns, but their uber is gone, already melding back into the bustling street.

azzi stares expectantly.

shit.

paige glances back over the buildings, praying to God that one of the signs will morph into a DJ’s dugout. they don’t. she frowns, glancing down at her phone. “this isn’t right.”

“what do you mean?” azzi says. paige wonders briefly, frustratedly, what the hell else she could mean except that they aren’t in the right place.she doesn’t voice this, though, namely because her girlfriend would kill her. instead, she gestures to the buildings in front of them. a mai tai restaurant, chiropractors office, and – well, whatever rexius nutrition is. paige briefly takes in the #REXNATION sign out front and can only imagine how obnoxious they must be.

“i mean, this isn’t where were supposed to be.”

“you must’ve put the address in wrong,” azzi states matter-of-factly. 

paige sighs. “i literally copied it from KK’s location.”

“yeah, well, KK must’ve been busy joining the rex nation.”

paige laughs, grateful she’s not the only one put off by the sign. azzi watches with barely-concealed amusement as paige spins slowly, phone in hand, like a broken compass. “okay, it says were only two minutes away,” she says suddenly. 

azzi cranes forward, squinting against the sun to see paiges screen. there's a blue dot about two blocks down the road, thankfully labelled “DJ’s Dugout Sports Bar”. she immediately turns on her heel, walking in the opposite direction of rexius nutrition. “come on.”

paige is already jogging to catch up. this is never a good sign. azzi only walks this quickly when she’s irritated. 

for the first few blocks, everything seems fine. there isn’t an overwhelming amount of people out, and paige thinks for one heavenly moment that this is going to be an easy reroute. 

then, her map changes course. “um, az,” she starts, and then nearly crashes into azzi’s back with how quickly she stops.

“yes?”

paige buffers – there’s no way out of this. she has to fess up. “it says we're going the wrong way.”

“what?” azzi whirls around, peering at the displayed map. instead of saying two minutes, though, it now says six. azzi groans. “what the hell did you do?”

“i didn’t do anything!” paige laments, thrusting the phone to azzi. “it just changed, dude!” “first of all,” azzi starts, (and paige knows she’s in trouble the second azzi starts with first of all), “don’t dude me. secondly,” she reaches for paiges phone, “this is why i don’t let you put the directions in.”

paige scowls. “i was being gentlemanly!” 

“yeah, well, you’re –” azzi breaks off suddenly, eyes widening in disbelief. “paige!” 

paige squints. “what?” “you have it set to driving mode. that’s why it made us walk through that dumb parking lot.”

ah. paige hadn’t even considered that it was weird for them to be led through a parking lot. she was just following her girlfriend. her girlfriend who, unfortunately, was using her directions. 

“why would it be set to driving mode, anyways?” paige complains, reaching for her phone again. 

azzi yanks it out of her reach. “no, you’ve lost your map rights.”

“i can fix it, trust, i got it,” paige says – unconvincingly, considering this is now the second time she’s gotten them lost.

azzi hands her her own phone instead. “hold this,” she rolls her eyes, rerouting paiges phone once again. they’re ten minutes late by now. 

they’re three minutes into their (silent, because paige is afraid of azzi having a full-on crash out on her) walk, when azzi’s phone starts vibrating. paige picks it up without hesitation. “hello?”

caroline, on the other end, pauses. “paige?”

“yes ma’am.” 

“can i talk to azzi?”

paige scowls. “what, you don’t wanna talk to me?” caroline huffs on the other side. “no, its just that i called azzis phone because i was expecting azzi to pick up.”

paige, stubborn as an ox, rolls her eyes. “well, az has my phone, so you shoulda called mine if you wanted to talk to her.”

caroline guffaws. “how was i supposed to–” and then, her line cuts off.

paiges phone buzzes a second later.

azzi fights back a laugh at paige’s face as she lifts the phone to her ear. “hey, car.”

“hi, azzi. are you lost?”

“no,” azzi says, much too quickly for someone who is ten minutes late to dinner. 

caroline hums, sounding unconvinced. “okay, well, life360 says you’re two minutes away.”

paige, from behind azzi, can’t stop the “still?” that escapes her incredulously. azzi smacks her shoulder.

“okay, well, we might’ve been a little lost. but only because paige put the wrong addr–”

“i used KK’s location!” paige defends immediately, voice raising to be heard through the phone. azzi tries not to laugh.

thankfully, ice somehow knew exactly where paige and azzi were, and were able to successfully lead them to the bar.

when they finally get to the booth, azzi slides in across from paige with a huff. KK raises an eyebrow. “did you guys get lost?”

“for the last time,” paige groans, even though KK was obviously talking to azzi. her palms press into her eyes. “i put the wrong address in because i used your location,” she accuses.

KK’s nose scrunches. “well, you shouldnta done that, ‘cuz me ‘n ice went to get protein powder before we headed here.” “did you get it from rexnation?” azzi deadpans. paige laughs in response, glancing over at KK for her reaction – which is nothing short of amazed.

“how did you know that?”

[anonity]

hey….

heyyy...

[anonity]

road trip pazzi like either just with the rest of the team or at the airport, or multiple moments where they’re just traveling and stuff :)

done friend! thank you for the prompt, should be coming out later tonight or maybe tmr

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this time it'll work fr (valentine's day special part two)

crossposted on ao3 here, first part here. tysm to my dearest @luvergirl-866 for reading over this & editing it <3 if u havent read her works u Have to check them out!

pairing: paige x azzi

plot synopsis: each year, all paige wants to do is ask azzi out on valentine's day. unfortunately, something in the universe is conspiring against her.

content warnings: stupid

wc: 5.6k New words, 8.9k overall- this is part two!

p canonically calls a mami (see here), so ofc i incorporated that. i’ve read some smut recently that had some of the same ideas that i put in here but i already had most of this written at the time LOL so if uve read anything similar i promise this was fully plot driven (loved the other works tho!)

it was february 2023, and paige thought that the universe was playing the world’s most cruel and evil joke on her. never in her life did she think that she would be in this situation. somehow her life had fallen apart and azzi was going on a date with some guy named garrett, and for the first time since high school, paige had no plan for valentine’s day. unless, of course, you counted the plan to blow her own brains out, because–

“paige, you can’t laugh. seriously,” azzi’s muffled voice came through the door. 

“why would i laugh? how does that even sound, you let me into your room and i laugh?” paige complained. she’d been waiting outside azzi’s room for five full minutes while the younger woman hedged on letting her in– never mind the fact that azzi was the one who called her over for help in the first place. 

paige could hear azzi’s dramatic, frustrated sigh through the door. “you have to promise.”

“fine, yes, i promise,” paige rolled her eyes. 

“don’t come in until i say so,” azzi ordered. paige heard the soft sound of her doorknob unlocking, then footsteps retreating from the door. “okay, come in,” azzi’s voice rang out, much smaller. 

finally. paige wasted no time turning the knob and throwing the door open, stepping into the room and searching for azzi just to see what the fuck the problem was. 

oh.

oh.

paige’s brain short circuited. she could practically feel it sparking, smoke clouding up her head. she let out a choked, strangled noise, and her jaw went absolutely slack at the sight in front of her. whatever she’d been expecting when she was called over to help azzi get ready for her date, this smashed it to pieces.

“shut the door,” azzi hissed. she looked like she wanted to gesture at it, but could only lift a shoulder because her hands were currently occupied by covering her bare tits. 

standing by the bed, in front of her mirror, azzi was adorned head to toe in vibrant red lingerie. the material was lacy and ridiculously hot, slightly sheer and cut away to accentuate the curve of azzi’s waist and hips. her bra was seemingly undone, and the garter and its straps hung loosely over the thin panty and the top of the matching fishnet stockings. paige’s chest suddenly burned, and she realized with a jolt that she’d forgotten to breathe since she’d walked in. 

“the door,” azzi whisper-yelled, eyes widening as she jerked her chin towards the exit. paige reached behind herself and practically slammed the door shut, gaze impossible to tear away from azzi’s bare skin. she took an aborted step forward and gestured vaguely, not trusting her words. 

azzi’s dark eyes searched her face, trying to read her reaction. “i can’t,” she huffed, “i can’t get the bows and hooks on right. every time i try, it just ends up looking stupid, and i don’t know if you can help, but i figured it’d be worth a shot, and–”

“you bought that for a man named garrett?”

“no!” azzi flushed, scowling. “i already had it.”

“you already had it?” paige’s voice travelled up three octaves. “since– i– how long?”

“can you just–?” azzi snapped, looking pointedly down at her bare chest, which she was still covering with her hands.

paige nodded faster than her head had ever moved in her life. in a heartbeat, she was in azzi’s space, hovering over her as close as was physically possible without the lines of their bodies melding together. the heat of azzi’s skin radiated through paige’s t-shirt, and her breath caught in her throat. 

“what do you…” paige’s voice trailed off in a murmur, expectant hands hovering at azzi’s sides. 

“the bows, first,” azzi said quietly, looking down. paige’s eyes followed her gaze, and she swallowed hard when she saw what azzi was referring to. 

the bra, contrary to what paige had previously assumed, wasn’t undone. it was clasped in the back, underband present and cradling her chest, but in lieu of the cups were four red velvet ribbons hanging down loosely. paige’s head swam like mush, realizing that they were supposed to be tied into bows directly on top of her nipples. in the center of the underband was a small heart charm that read “do me”, and- briefly, wildly- paige tried to decide if that was supposed to be female empowerment or an innuendo. 

her hands skirted over the bare skin of azzi’s ribs, drawing to hover over one of azzi’s hands. azzi’s breath caught in her throat, and she pointedly looked away as she slowly let her fingers slip from her breast. 

paige bit her lip hard to avoid downright whimpering at the sight. the soft tit lay in front of her, nipple dark and peaked, and a million dirty scenarios flashed through paige’s mind that she beat back with a mental bat. 

she caught the velvet of the ribbons between her pointer and middle fingers, tugging them outwards experimentally. azzi swallowed. wordlessly, she lined them up over azzi’s nipple and crossed them over, fingers brushing against azzi’s feverish skin. visible goosebumps rippled out from the point of contact, and paige blinked rapidly as she tried to keep her head from spinning. 

she tugged out a bit, curling one ribbon under the other; as she pushed it through, her middle finger grazed the tip of the nipple. azzi breathed out sharply and looked up at the ceiling– so, she was sensitive. paige filed that information in the back of her brain. 

pulling the ribbon back out, she carefully looped it into a bow. she tied the other ribbon around it ever so gently, ensuring that the bow stayed centered for azzi’s modesty. when she tugged both loops, tightening the knot, she noticed that the ribbons weren’t quite thick enough to cover the entire nipple, a slight dusty pink ring peeking out from the edges. she might have blacked out for a second, coming to a beat later with a worship song crazily playing through her head. 

the heavens are telling the glory of god, and all creation is shouting for joy. maybe she should kill herself. 

removing her hands, she looked at her work with a critical eye. she brushed her fingers along the velvet, adjusting it minutely until it looked perfect and fixing her up perfectly just for some stupid ugly man to undo. 

“who fuckin’ suffers through nine months of pregnancy just to look at their newborn and call it garrett?” she complained. 

azzi shot her a look. “it’s not that bad.”

“it is that bad, bro. it’s only second place to like, hubert, or craig.”

“it doesn’t even matter, paige, he’s nice,” azzi frowned, free hand coming up to shove paige’s arm. 

“right,” paige agreed sarcastically. “so nice that when he decided to ask you out for valentine’s day, all he could manage was ‘you tryna slide to mine tomorrow?’ with a thinking emoji.”

“it’s casual,” azzi defended, “we’re not, like, exclusive or anything.”

i wrote you love letters last year, and we’re not exclusive either, paige thought, nails digging crescents into her palm. 

“stupid,” she grumbled under her breath. unthinkingly, she placed her hands on azzi’s remaining cupped fingers and peeled them away, not realizing what she’d done until she was face to face with azzi’s remaining exposed breast. a stupid noise that probably sounded like “uh” or “duh” or “um” escaped her lips, and she clamped her mouth shut as she tried to play it cool. azzi raised an eyebrow at her. 

fighting for her life to look casual, she repeated the motions from the previous side, ensuring that the two bows were evenly sized and angled. with one hand on each side, she thumbed over the velvet bands to smooth them out, palms lightly cupping azzi’s exposed underboob. 

“looks perfect, az,” she murmured, gaze meeting azzi’s. 

“thanks,” azzi whispered. paige became suddenly hyper-aware of the pounding in her chest. “um, the garter belt.”

“right,” paige responded over the rushing blood in her head. slowly, like it would pain her, she let her eyes drop down to the skin of azzi’s lower body. shit. her brain fucking surged, and she swallowed hard and snapped her eyes towards the wall, trying to compose herself. 

“paige?” azzi questioned, a bit nervous.

she inhaled shakily, subtly flexing her arm to rid it of the shivers inadvertently travelling down it. blinking, she shot a confident smile at azzi. “all good.”

resting on azzi’s waist was the red garter belt, just as lacy, another heart charm in the center, with small bows on top of four straps that hung down loosely. paige tried valiantly not to look any lower, knowing her face was probably already turning pink, and her fingers ran down the length of azzi’s torso to rest on her waist. 

they were face-to-face at this point, azzi warm and soft in paige’s hands, standing closer together than they probably should have. paige dared to look into azzi’s eyes, which was probably a mistake; she immediately felt breathless at her intense gaze, brown eyes hooded and blinking slow as if entranced. 

entranced was an excellent word for how paige was feeling, fucking spellbound and dumb and like her fingers could hardly move. her sheer ego at not wanting to feel useless was the only thing that ripped her out of the reverie, blinking and letting her hands slowly slip down azzi’s form again. she eyed the garter straps, fingering them loosely.

she tugged experimentally, and azzi’s body swayed forwards almost imperceptibly with the motion, breath catching as she focused on her balance. god.

the buckles at the top of the fishnets were just out of comfortable reach to fasten. paige needed to move, she–. she didn’t let herself think too hard about it. slowly, deliberately, she let her knees buckle and started to sink down. 

it felt like a goddamn shitty porno, the way paige’s gaze slid from azzi’s face to her chest to her stomach, finally settling on her hips as her knees hit the floor. she was eye to eye with azzi’s waist, and it was impossible for her gaze not to slip any lower. blood rushed to her head as she caught sight of the panty curving around azzi’s thighs, and this time she couldn’t stop herself from making a soft sound of disbelief. 

the thin strings on azzi’s hips didn’t just lead into the curve of the bottoms but cut down sharply into a v-shape, revealing even more of the soft skin of azzi’s pelvis. there was another small bow in the center of the lacy material, and paige honestly just wanted to die.

if she could have it her way, she would kiss azzi from the swell of her knee to the apex of her thighs. she’d touch her skin and hold her ass and bury her face between her legs until azzi was dripping down her tongue, ripping off the lingerie and fucking her until she forgot all about dumbass garrett. unfortunately, paige had too good of a conscience to do that, but she couldn’t stop herself from resting her forehead against azzi’s hip and closing her eyes, taking a deep breath to regain control. 

god, the way just some fucking pieces of fabric made her feel. she clenched her jaw, squaring her shoulders, and resolved to finish the job. pulling back, she hazarded a glance upwards; she expected azzi to be looking down at her with an unamused eyebrow raised, but azzi’s chest was rising and falling and her eyes were locked on the skin where paige’s forehead had just been. everything in paige screamed to press a kiss to the area, to take the fabric between her teeth and pull, but she stopped herself.

she trailed her fingers down to a clasp, threading it through the lace on the top of the fishnet and fastening it securely. she adjusted the length, looking back up at azzi. 

“too loose?” she muttered, trying to ignore azzi’s parted lips and stiff shoulders. 

“no, perfect.”

paige nodded, moving to the other side and doing the same. once it was fastened, she breathed a deep sigh of relief and stood up. well, thank god that was over. she brushed her hands together, already trying to plan whatever stupid words were about to come out of her mouth as she walked out of the room and sent azzi away. 

“the back,” azzi interrupted her thought process, turning around. 

god was testing her. god had personally sent down the world’s hardest challenge and was hell-bent on making her suffer. god had started the day out by wondering what he could do to make paige specifically lose her sanity. 

of course, there were two more straps to fasten in the back. of course, the bottoms back there were really just a glorified string. of course, they formed a small triangle at the small of her back with another heart charm. of course, that led directly into a g-string. of course, that meant that azzi’s entire, glorious ass was on display, and paige had to kneel back down to finish the job. 

tears formed in her eyes. this was a joke. this was a joke. this was a dream or a joke or someone was going to pop out with a camera at any second. she paused for a couple of seconds, glancing around to see if any of her teammates were hiding in the closet. nobody. she looked up, searching for any hidden cameras. nothing. 

shit.

“hello?” azzi called out, turning her neck to look at paige. paige flushed, tugging at her collar, and immediately fell to her knees again. she hit the floor with a thunk, registering distantly that she’d probably find a bruise or two later. 

the remaining straps hung off to the side. both of her hands shot up awkwardly, palms hovering over azzi’s ass as she tried to decide which side to fasten first. with the strength of a thousand men, she tore her eyes away from the g-string and moved to the right. she swore to god her fingers were trembling as she clasped the string and adjusted it. it was not her fault she was an ass guy. 

the amount of smooth skin in her face was just unfair, all of azzi’s curves not just highlighted but fucking, like, bolded and underlined and in size 150 font. she’d definitely just showered and moisturized before this, a sweet minty scent radiating off of her, and paige shook her head, trying to regain her sanity. 

that is, until azzi’s phone buzzed from a dresser beside the mirror and azzi bent down to pick it up, pushing her ass right into paige’s face.

“az–” she tried to protest, choking as her lips brushed the skin of azzi’s behind. her hands flew up to stop the contact from being made, and she suddenly realized that she was gripping the entirety of azzi’s ass. 

azzi tensed. “paige, what are you–” 

“you practically just sat on my face–”

“did not!”

“i was practically eating your ass–”

“were not!”

“azzi, you literally shoved your ass into my fuckin’ face,” paige argued, hands unconsciously squeezing azzi’s ass to demonstrate her point. 

azzi gasped. well– no, paige was trying to be nice, azzi moaned, but she was trying really hard to ignore that. 

uh.

paige shot to her feet. in her hurry, though, her hands remained frozen on azzi’s backside, so now she was just pressed into azzi’s back while she gripped her ass. she jolted, throwing her hands up like she was getting interrogated by a cop, and took a huge step backwards. 

unfortunately, the bed was directly behind her, and she whacked her ankle on the bedframe and tumbled into the bed. 

“fuck!”

“paige!” azzi whirled around, dropping her phone as her hands reached out as if to stop paige, who had already fallen, from falling. her phone landed on her toes with a thump, and she hissed in pain and drew her foot up, rendering her off balance until she, too, came crashing down onto the bed. 

the entirety of azzi’s scantily-clad body was now pressed into paige, tits in her face, and paige released a strangled noise that she wasn’t sure she could ever admit to making. half of her screamed to shove azzi off, to scramble and pretend like none of this had happened, and the other half of her pleaded to kiss azzi senseless and run her hands over every bit of skin she could find. 

paige thought about it for all of two seconds before it hit her. why do anything? she was done inviting in negative energy, man. whatever at this point. things really couldn’t get much worse. 

she sighed, laying her head back on azzi’s pillows and accepting her fate. 

“shit, p, i’m so sorry,” azzi was already rambling, but paige waved her off. 

“no worries,” she shrugged, “your toes ok?”

azzi rolled off of her, facing her on her side. if paige hadn’t already given up on everything good and holy, she might have had a panic attack at the way this angled her chest, but she was blissfully free. “yeah, is your leg?”

“ankle,” paige corrected, “it’s good. you can kiss it better if you want.”

azzi scrunched up her nose, shoving at paige’s shoulder. “ew, no. i’m not putting my mouth near your fucking feet.”

paige hummed. “i know somewhere better you can put–”

“paige, you can’t say things like that,” azzi shoved her again.

“garrett gonna get mad?”

“what? i– no,” azzi blinked, confused, “i just mean, you can’t,” she huffed, flushing, “it’s so– ugh.”

paige rolled onto her side so that they were face to face in the sheets. she let her hand cradle azzi’s waist, thumb tracing soft circles on top of the garter belt. they sat in silence for a moment more, observing each other quietly. 

azzi’s hair, that had been gelled to hold her natural curls, was smushed against the comforter. a few pieces from the other side spilled into her face, and paige tucked them behind her ear with a soft touch. 

figuring that she had nothing left to lose, paige let her eyes trail down azzi’s body one more time. from the bows on her chest to the fishnets on her feet, she was nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. 

“you really gonna let him fuck you tonight?” paige muttered, regretting the words as soon as they escaped her mouth. 

azzi looked surprised. “i–”

“he doesn’t deserve to see you like this.”

azzi inhaled sharply. “paige.”

“c’mon, azzi, look at you,” she confessed, “you’re a fuckin’ dream.”

“i mean, i wouldn’t–”

“if it were me, i woulda asked you out proper. real nice. taken you out to dinner. treated you right,” paige didn’t know why she said it, mouth moving faster than her brain could keep up. 

azzi sat up, eyes wide and a bit desperate. “so why didn’t you?” she asked, eyes boring into paige’s. 

paige almost laughed. 

“azzi, i’ve been tryna ask you out for four years.”

the truth hung heavy in between them, expanding to fill the prolonged silence.

“what?” azzi snapped. “i thought maybe, in quarantine, but then– the art museum, and the letters– those were you?”

paige shrugged. “yep.”

“oh, fuck you,” azzi hissed. she leaned forward, cupping paige’s jaw, and pulled her into a searing kiss. 

the world flipped upside down. paige was instantly dizzy with it, unable to register a single thing in her periphery except for lips, mouth, kiss, they were kissing, jesus fucking christ they were kissing. 

paige had been working towards this moment for longer than she could remember, and yet– oh god. she was going to black out. 

her lips moved fervently against azzi’s, registering their softness, their warmth. every one of her senses cranked to one hundred, dialed into every last bit of azzi. there really wasn’t anything to talk about; it had been four years of stolen glances and unwarranted jealousy and drawn-out touches, four years of endless pining and deflecting questions and nighttime fantasies that culminated in this moment, this kiss. okay, so maybe there was a lot to talk about. sue her. unimportant. 

“az,” she breathed, “i–” 

azzi cut her off with another kiss, hard, and she gave up on talking. azzi was leaned over her, hands still on her face, and paige gripped the smooth skin of her hips and lifted her so that she was straddling paige’s waist. 

azzi groaned, a little crazy, against her mouth, and her grip on paige’s face tightened. her thighs squeezed paige’s hips as she continued to lean forward, the pressure only making the moment more intense as paige’s hands gripped her upper leg. 

paige tested the waters, letting her teeth graze azzi’s bottom lip. azzi breathed heavily in response, her hands slipping from paige’s jaw to the side of her head, sliding out to meet paige’s wrists and drag them above her head. she shifted backwards slightly in the process to maintain her balance, and paige sucked in a breath at the pressure. 

it was kind of fucked up, paige thought, that there was so much that she wanted to touch and azzi was holding her back from it. yet when azzi intertwined her fingers with paige’s, and paige felt her heart beat heavily in her chest, she couldn’t find it in herself to care. she gently nudged azzi’s lips away from her, drinking in the way that the woman looked above her. 

there was something in azzi’s eyes that made paige halt. it was an expression that paige knew well– one she’d seen her make only once before, on a drunken night of cuddling and hands roaming, and had fantasized about ever since. it had haunted paige, appearing in her dreams, and now that it was real, above her, beautiful– 

impatient, azzi kissed her again. the way she was leaning into paige was maddening; the bows on her chest slid against paige’s own nipples, and the weight of her on paige’s hips started a low trickle of pleasure that dripped from her heartbeat through her gut and into her core. 

paige couldn’t wait to touch, for her hands to find every last bit of skin, to strip azzi of the lingerie and consume her whole. as azzi’s tongue found her own and they kissed languidly, the wet, dirty sounds made paige’s brain focus on something else.

continuing the kiss, breathing heavily as they continued to make out, it wouldn’t leave her head. azzi crawling up her body, settling on her mouth, suffocating her as she fucked herself into paige’s mouth– paige groaned into the kiss. she wanted it. she wanted it so bad that it burned within her chest, lips twitching as her back arched up off the bedsheets. 

picking up on paige’s neediness, azzi pulled back. she wore a smile that paige didn’t often let her make, one that said i’ve got you right where i want you, and for once paige couldn’t be bothered to fight and wipe it off of her lips. 

“what?” azzi whispered, eyes sparkling as she looked directly into paige’s. the proximity of their faces made azzi’s eyes appear so large, beautiful and teasing, and paige lost her breath for a moment. “what do you want, p?”

paige stared up at her for another moment. at her hesitation, azzi tucked her face into paige’s neck, trailing her nose up the line of paige’s jaw and pressing a soft kiss at the bottom of her ear. 

“c’mon,” she encouraged softly, breath lingering near paige’s ear. “you can tell me, i promise.”

well. paige was wet. 

her mouth fell slightly open, tilting her head up so that azzi had more access to her neck. she practiced the words in her head a couple times so that they wouldn’t come out choked and unsexy, then cleared her throat. 

“want you to sit on my face,” she confessed, and the air in the room seemed to still as azzi froze. 

the brunette pulled back, a wicked grin splitting across her face. “oh, i’m sure you do,” she murmured. “yeah?”

“yeah,” paige nodded eagerly, “wanna taste you.”

“mmm,” azzi hummed, eyelids lowering as she drank in the look on paige’s face. “bet you do. look at you. bet you’ve been thinking about this forever.”

“yeah,” paige repeated, shifting up her hips to nudge azzi forwards, up.

azzi, for her part, looked surprised that paige had admitted it, eyes widening slightly. it didn’t faze her, though, as she slowly lifted her abdomen and shifted herself up paige’s body so that she was hovering over her chest. 

she was so close, and paige could barely register how ragged her own breath was becoming. it was the culmination of everything she’d ever wanted, and she ached with the need to pleasure the other woman. 

“c’mon, az,” she mumbled, trying to break her hands free to shift azzi up the rest of the way. 

azzi let one of her hands go, and a wave of relief crashed through paige as she used it to grip azzi’s ass and pull. unfortunately, azzi’s hand was also free, and she slapped it over paige’s mouth. 

“mmmpf,” paige protested. how was she supposed to eat azzi out if she had no mouth?

the brunette rolled her eyes. “i haven’t done this before,” she admitted quietly, “don’t want to crush you.”

paige softened, and azzi freed her mouth. “don’t worry, mami. i’ll tap you if i can’t breathe or if it hurts, okay?” she gently reassured her, free hand thumbing soothing circles on azzi’s ass. 

azzi still hesitated, but it was obvious how much she wanted it. her pupils were already blown out, jaw clenching. she dropped her hand to paige’s mouth, tracing the jut of her bottom lip, eyes intent on it. paige tried to steady her breathing as azzi’s thumb slid down, softly tugging her lip outwards. 

it was tender in a way that made paige’s chest warm and her head quiet. paige’s eyes locked on azzi’s, which hyperfocused on the point of contact. the intimacy of it made paige’s mouth fall slightly open; azzi repeated the motion, letting paige’s lip fall back against her teeth before slipping her thumb into the space where paige’s lips were parted. with anyone else, paige would have felt ridiculous, but the way that azzi was admiring her, eyes dark and hooded, breathing heavy as she looked down at paige, made her open her mouth a little further. 

kissing- sure. making out- fine. but the unexpected way that azzi was touching her like every inch of paige’s body was already hers, like she could say the word and paige would fold for her, like she could do anything she wanted and paige would fucking melt into whatever shape she wanted– god. mockingly, she heard evina’s words echoing in her head– she’d do anything on command. 

azzi’s thumb pushed past her lips, grazing the tip of paige’s teeth. the sensation was new, and paige’s breath caught in her throat. azzi gently pressed down, opening paige’s jaw wider, and the part of her thumb that was still resting on paige’s bottom lip tugged it outwards again, slightly wet. 

paige was still looking up at her, mouth open and pliant, heart pounding in her chest. carefully, azzi skimmed her nail over the ridges of paige’s upper teeth. the soft clicking sound filled paige’s head, intensifying as azzi moved to her lower jaw. her thumb slid to paige’s canine, nail prodding at the sharp edge then pad pressing into it. 

the finger traced from one side to the other, brushing against paige’s top lip. before paige knew it, she was closing her lips around it, enveloping the tip in her mouth. 

azzi’s breath hitched. slowly, delicately, she moved her thumb further inside paige’s mouth, brushing her tongue. surprised at the contact, she pulled back slightly, thumb back to pressing on paige’s bottom lip. 

before she could think better of it, paige opened her mouth slightly and moved forward, letting her eyes fall shut as she took all of azzi’s finger into her mouth. azzi breathed heavily, watching paige’s tongue meet her thumb, feeling it drag across her skin. it was warm, wet, achingly tender and soft. 

paige continued tonguing the sensitive skin, aware of azzi’s eyes on her. she closed her lips over the finger again, this time sucking it deeper into her mouth. azzi twitched, forcing herself to look at the ceiling, as there was no mistake what paige was mimicking. softly, she pulled the finger back, but paige chased it, running her tongue along the pad of her finger. finally, she let go, azzi’s wet thumb again dragging on her bottom lip again and then releasing. 

inhaling shakily, azzi’s hands balanced her against the mattress as she finally inched up. her heat hovered a few inches above paige’s mouth; feeling the warmth suddenly surrounding her jaw, paige opened her eyes again. 

she promptly closed them, a zealous surge of emotion tearing through her at the sight. the red lace on the edge of the fishnets caged her face in, the thin panty so fucking sheer in front of her face. the vast expanse of azzi’s skin, accentuated by the garter belt and leading into the exposed underboob, made paige let out a choked noise. just the idea of azzi looking down at her like that had her boxers feeling significantly more liquid. 

gathering herself, she took a deep breath and looked up. “can i?” she asked, gaze locked on azzi. 

azzi bit her lip and nodded. wasting no time, paige reached up and let her hands span the width of azzi’s ass, squeezing as she pulled her in. the second her lips made contact with the fabric, they both groaned. paige kissed it, open-mouthed and sloppy, letting her mouth dampen the fabric near azzi’s clit. 

she dragged her tongue over the area, flattening it and pressing down, and azzi gasped. she continued like that for a time, teasing messily, and then slid her tongue down to where the panty covered azzi’s entrance. 

oh, fuck. azzi was soaking wet, the fabric sticking to her, and paige’s head spun as she licked a broad stripe from there up to her clit. azzi’s thighs clenched minutely, and she released a breathy sigh. 

paige repeated the motion a few times before sliding a hand up the back of the brunette’s thigh to the edge of the panty, pulling the fabric to the side. azzi mewled at the feeling of being exposed, thighs trembling. 

paige wasted no time diving back in, tonguing between her folds and up to her clit. using the tip of her tongue, she flicked over the sensitive area once, twice, repeating until a cry fell from azzi’s lips. she flattened her tongue, pressing into it harder, dragging the roughness of her taste buds against the slick skin. 

gasping, one of azzi’s hands shot up to play with her chest. glancing upwards quickly, paige distractedly reached up to move azzi’s other hand towards her chest as well, encouraging her to touch herself fully. 

azzi rocked down slightly, and paige slid into azzi’s entrance, slick muscle on muscle. 

“oh, fuck,” azzi whined, throwing her head back. paige gripped her hips to keep them still as she curled her tongue, slipping out and thrusting back in repeatedly, mind empty of anything except please her. 

the feeling of her arousal on her tongue, her taste, and the burning heat of it had paige clenching her own thighs together. azzi reached forward to grab the headboard, leaning down slightly, and suddenly the entire lower half of paige’s face was consumed by her. paige continued, never one to back down, and ignored the fire in her chest as her lungs burned for air. 

she could die like this, she thought, being suffocated by azzi. it would be a pretty pleasant death, much better than the way she had been considering blowing her brains out earlier. never kill yourself, kids, she thought to herself. life always gets better.

she continued fucking azzi with her tongue, tensing to hit deeper, harder, better, and the moans spilling from azzi’s lips as she kneaded her chest were downright sinful. 

“so fucking good, so fucking good,” azzi babbled, “oh, god.”

blindly, paige fumbled with the strings on the back of the panties. she was about to tell azzi to shift so that she could rip them off, but suddenly a sharp ding rang out through the room. 

she flinched, and azzi craned her neck to see her phone, laying on the floor. they both laughed a little, ignoring the sound. paige moved back up to put her mouth back to azzi’s heat, but another two dings cut through the air. 

paige groaned, resting her head back against the bedsheets. 

“who is it?” she mumbled, resting her eyes. 

she felt azzi shift, leaning backwards to see the phone. “i don’t think you want to know,” she replied breathlessly.

“i’ll kill him,” paige muttered, “never want to hear his stupid name again.”

“call from– garrett,” azzi’s phone announced, and paige cursed loudly. 

azzi ignored it for a second, but the insistent noise was less than sexy. she sighed, moving to lean off the bed and pick up the phone. paige, figuring that she was going to decline it, tugged her back in by her garter, once again pulling her panties to the side and pressing a messy kiss to her clit. 

azzi’s eyes widened, and she choked back a sound as garrett’s voice filled the room. 

“yo,” the man greeted, “you coming?”

paige honest-to-god growled in annoyance. yes, garrett, she would be coming. on paige’s mouth. not anywhere near his unwashed ass. 

“what was that?” garrett asked, confused, and paige busied her tongue back inside of azzi to keep herself from swearing. 

“uh,” azzi gasped, “my stomach. it’s getting kind of late, i’m, um,” paige timed a particularly deep thrust into her, “hungry.”

“you tryna pick something up on the way?”

paige’s nails dug into azzi’s thighs at the mere notion that azzi would be expected to do a thing for this man on valentine’s day. azzi quickly muted, letting a long-drawn out moan. 

“hello?” garrett questioned. 

hastily, azzi unmuted. “um, no, don’t think so.”

“alright,” the man responded, and there was a bout of silence. paige took advantage of the moment to lap back up to azzi’s clit, repeating the motion like it was her life’s mission. she didn’t want to think about garrett for a millisecond, so she continued eating azzi out with no regard for how loud the sounds were. 

“look, i actually don’t know if–”

“you cancelling on me?” garrett interrupted, annoyed. 

paige’s eyebrow twitched. this cunt couldn’t be polite for one second, could he? she sucked azzi’s clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and azzi slapped a hand over her mouth and keened. 

“i,” the brunette said, voice a little rough and high pitched, “yeah, i thought about it, but i decided to stay ho-”

“come on, azzi,” garrett scoffed, “i made sure my roommates would be gone so you could come over. just come.”

paige shook her head back and forth in response to the man, and the movement on azzi’s clit had her scrambling to mute before she let out a loud moan and a fuuuck.

“i–” she tried to say into the phone after a second, but he interrupted her once again. 

he didn’t get the chance to talk for long, though, because paige reached up, snatching the phone right out of azzi’s hand. azzi tried to make a grab for it, eyes widening, but paige detached her lips from azzi’s heat and was already talking. 

“she changed her mind,” she spat into the receiver, voice low and raspy, “get over it.”

before he could respond, she hung up and pressed down on the off button, sliding it into shutdown mode and throwing it across the room. 

azzi hissed as she reattached to her clit, circling her tongue around and pressing down hard. 

“god, that was so hot,” the brunette breathed. 

paige’s raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, completely refocused on her efforts. with the distraction out of the way, she went back to tonguing from azzi’s hole to her clit, speeding up her pace until her jaw started to get sore. 

azzi’s breaths turned into short groans, intensifying in sound the longer paige continued. 

“oh, god,” azzi moaned, “just like that, yeah. so good.”

paige plunged her tongue into azzi, and the brunette’s thighs tightened around her head. the lace of the lingerie brushed paige’s ears and jaw, and paige was reminded of how fucking hot azzi was as she looked up at azzi’s body above her. 

head thrown back, hands back to playing with her tits, azzi was fucking herself down into paige’s mouth and grinding on her face. her wetness dripped from paige’s mouth, and paige swore to god that she could feel it on her neck. 

one final time, paige moved back to her clit. she licked it softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin. 

“so fuckin’ pretty,” she mumbled, lips glistening with azzi’s precome. “never seen anything like you, az.”

azzi couldn’t look at her, overwhelmed. her thighs trembled. 

she leaned forward again, and paige kneaded her ass. her mouth fell open in a gasp. “stop, fuck, i’ll cum.” she finally looked at paige. 

“i want you to cum,” paige whispered, but she let azzi pin her hands above her head again. a chant of whatever she wants echoed in her mind. she kissed azzi’s heat again. “god, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

azzi exhaled, relaxing. “paige,” she managed. 

paige lazily looked up from where she was still pressing kisses to azzi’s clit. she raised an eyebrow, slipping her tongue out to lick in quick, gentle strokes.

“i’m gonna cum,” azzi breathed. 

“from this?” paige laughed quietly.

unashamed, azzi squeezed her eyes shut and nodded her head. 

“so fuckin’ sensitive,” paige mumbled appreciatively. “gonna come on my mouth?”

“mmm,” azzi whined, rocking her hips down. 

“wanna see it so bad,” paige flattened her tongue against azzi. she continued stroking her softly, giving her just enough stimulation to ride the edge. 

“paige,” azzi warned in a gasp. her hands gripped the headboard so hard her knuckles turned white. 

“c’mon, mami, give it to me,” paige murmured, hovering away for a moment. azzi whimpered, clit twitching, and paige watched her wait for more stimulation. 

when azzi looked back down, paige resumed her gentle ministrations, and azzi’s hips jerked at the slightest touch. 

“oh, please,” azzi begged, breathless. “please, please, please.”

paige sucked azzi’s clit into her mouth again, teeth gently scraping and tongue intently swirling as she moved her head back and forth, and all of her senses suddenly went black as azzi slammed her thighs shut and came with a loud cry, cunt pulsating on paige’s tongue.

“oh, paige,” azzi moaned, uncaring of her volume, and paige’s heart squeezed at the sound of her name falling off of azzi’s lips. she kissed her through it, wishing her hands were free so she could stroke azzi’s skin, thinking about how nice it was to have everything around her be azzi.

the aftershocks were strong, azzi weak and collapsed against the headboard, catching her breath each time it hitched. paige smiled, feeling like every one of her life goals had just been accomplished. with a groan, azzi rolled off of her, bonelessly landing next to her in the bed. 

“pretty good, huh?” paige smirked, and azzi smacked her weakly in the face. 

“shut up.”

“make me,” paige challenged. azzi rolled her eyes, but willingly took the bait, leaning in to kiss her. as their lips moved together gently, paige took the time to thank whatever heavenly power had been looking out for her. everybody wanted to know what i would do if i didn’t win, she thought. i guess we’ll never know. 

that had single handedly been the hottest thing that paige had ever experienced in her entire life, and she sent a premature apology to her right hand for the amount of use that that memory would get in the future. azzi looking down at her through the valley of her chest, fucking herself into paige’s face, coming so hard she completely disregarded paige’s need for air– phenomenal. no notes. 

paige was ripped out of her reverie by azzi’s hands roaming along her arms to her waist and the bottom of her shirt. 

smiling into the kiss, azzi tugged at the fabric, signaling that she wanted it off. “your turn,” she whispered teasingly. 

rolling her eyes, paige sat up and stripped off her shirt, leaving her in a plain tan bra that she’d probably owned since seventh grade and her cross necklace. she felt a little stupid laying next to azzi, who somehow still looked like jesus had come to earth, and felt even stupider when azzi’s fingers played with her waistband and she gave her a big brown-eyed look, and she reluctantly shimmied out of her sweats. 

pleased, azzi shot her a grin. the brunette leaned back in to kiss her, pushing her onto her back. she kept the kiss slow, intense, slipping her tongue along the seam of paige’s lips and into her mouth. 

while paige’s focus was on that, she took the opportunity to trail her fingers across paige’s chest. she squeezed through the fabric of the bra, the friction not enough yet so fucking sweet, and paige sighed into her mouth. 

paige loved to be teased, and often had been in the past. she let people do whatever they wanted to her, taking their time and enjoying themselves; it was fucking hot, watching them get turned on just by pleasing her. but this, with azzi– she was impatient. 

the touch on her chest felt good, great, even, but wasn’t enough. she was hot beyond belief, already pooling and sensitive in her boxers, and tightening her own muscles couldn’t give her the relief that her whole body was craving. 

“az,” she pleaded in a whisper, lips barely separated from azzi’s. the way that azzi’s full lips felt on her own, the way they consumed her–

azzi laughed. “want more already?”

“shut up, bro,” paige groaned weakly. “look at you.”

azzi hummed into her mouth, pleased. paige suddenly felt the need to keep complimenting her, keep pleasing her, like a floodgate had opened in her brain because she finally had her. 

“you’re gorgeous,” she mumbled between kisses, “c’mon. how could i not want you?”

she felt the curve of azzi’s lips turn up, and her chest warmed. “prettiest girl i’ve ever known,” she promised. “beautiful.”

it wasn’t just azzi’s looks that she was talking about, either, and she tried to convey that in every kiss. she was so tenderhearted, the way she learned sign language to say hi to kids in high school, the way she gave fans gifts in return. so loving, the way she cared for her brothers, the way she knew each of their teammates’ quirks like the back of her hand. so funny, with her quick-witted jabs at paige and her outlandish facial expressions, and so talented– ambidextrous at basketball by the age of seven, and the best shooter paige had ever met.

azzi was just that. beautiful. every inch of her. 

the brunette’s hand slipped down paige’s stomach, causing her muscles to clench. the ache in her heart, the touch on her skin, the kiss on her lips. she burned for azzi. hot. wet. she let their tongues meet, let the sound of it fill the room. 

azzi played with her waistband, dipped her fingers under the fabric. paige gasped into her mouth. “please.”

her fingers slid a little further, underneath but not where paige wanted it. she edged her fingers to the nail, scraping back up and out. paige’s stomach twitched, and she kissed azzi a little harder, encouraging, pleading. 

azzi complied, moving back under. she traced up and down, from one hip bone to the other, and the touch being so near to paige’s heat quickened her breath and had her pulse pounding in her throat. 

slowly, featherlight, the soft tip of her middle finger travelled further south. she brushed over paige’s clit, making her choke on air, and moved past it to her slick folds, her warm entrance. 

paige knew how wet she was. how it clung to her inner thighs, dripped through her boxers. but azzi stuttered. 

“jesus,” azzi whispered. 

“all for you,” paige replied, breath strangled. 

azzi made a choked sound, pressing their lips back together harder, more desperate, teeth scraping painfully against paige’s lips. in that movement, she pushed the tip of her finger inside, and paige’s back arched off the bed and she moaned. 

she shallowly fucked the finger in and out, each time going slightly deeper. paige’s breathing became more and more uneven, releasing soft sounds into azzi’s mouth. 

“feel good?” azzi murmured. paige nodded eagerly in response. 

“so good, baby.”

paige didn’t even have to work on relaxing herself; her body melded itself to azzi’s touch, ready for it and pleasured like nobody had ever made her feel before. every drag of azzi’s finger against her walls, every bit of pressure, every thrust inside, stretched her out just right. she let the feeling build, quicker than it should have, rising like the swell of a wave within her gut. 

somehow, reading paige’s mind, azzi slipped her finger back up to paige’s clit, coating it in arousal. paige released a sound she’d definitely never made before, something between an embarrassing whine and a groan, and bit down on azzi’s lip. 

azzi gasped, pulling away, and paige looked at her blown-out pupils. with a jolt, she realized how little of azzi she’d actually gotten to touch. that was not fucking fair. she let her eyes travel down azzi’s body once more, greedily drinking in the sight of her on her back. 

as azzi continued to stroke circles around her clit, paige couldn’t stop herself from reaching her own hand over and touching azzi’s chest. azzi breathed out heavily. 

“paige–”

“c’mon, mami,” paige mumbled, kissed her, “i did all the work and i haven’t gotten to see it off yet.”

azzi rolled her eyes, but she was biting her lip. she attempted to look nonchalant as she nodded towards her chest, giving paige the go ahead, but her want was poorly concealed. 

instantly, paige’s nimble fingers were pulling the ribbons on her chest, knots tumbling open and leaving her chest fully exposed. paige felt herself throb at the sight, so hard that she was sure azzi could feel it through her fingers. 

her tits looked fucking perfect, nipples hard and peaked, and paige’s eyes darkened. she had never been so thankful for her large hands as when she squeezed one, thumb running over the center, and azzi moaned. her pace on paige stuttered. 

the sound was addicting, and paige couldn’t stop herself from continuing. she played with azzi’s nipples, squeezing and running her hands along the swell and valley of her chest, and let her hands travel even lower. she skimmed her fingers along her ribs, the garter belt, her hips, the damp waistline of her panties. 

she hovered there for a few minutes, letting azzi continue to work her up, reveling in the feeling. the sound of her quiet panting filled the room.

slowly, she leaned back in to kiss azzi, using the distraction to slip her finger underneath the lingerie. azzi gasped as her fingers sought the skin right above her clit, unmoving. 

honestly, paige wasn’t sure if azzi wanted to go again, could go again. all paige knew was how badly she wanted to make her feel good, how she just wanted to have her, bare and beautiful just for her to see. she didn’t move her fingers, hovering in wait.

azzi rested her forehead to paige’s, breathing out shakily. slowly, she removed her dominant hand from paige’s boxers. she drew it back to herself, to the hollow of her thighs, and closed her eyes as she gently guided paige’s fingers back to her clit. 

she hissed at the contact, sliding the hand that was closer to paige back down into paige’s underwear. paige found herself suddenly grateful that azzi was functionally ambidextrous, at least in all the areas that mattered to her personally. 

they lay there a moment, each with an arm across the other. then they started kissing again, and their fingers started moving, and it was so hot that the both of them moaned into each other’s mouths, trembling, stroking circles and pressing into each other in a way that left both of them spellbound. 

it was sweet. it was tender. it was so much, all at once, and it was filthy. 

both of them getting off at once, touching and feeding off of each other’s sounds and movements, an endless cycle of pleasure– it was all-consuming. it was dirty. it was erotic, pornographic, sensual. it was four years’ worth of love spilling out of their lips, their hips, their fingertips. it was everything.

paige felt like it was her first time all over again, all desperation and messiness and sensitivity, and she panted into azzi’s mouth. azzi was no better, barely muffling her whimpers, and as paige adjusted her angle, she tensed. 

“fuck, right there,” azzi breathed, back arching off the bed. 

“yeah?” paige rasped. the words went straight to her gut, and the magnetic pull of arousal mounted quickly within her. 

“don’t stop,” azzi pleaded, eyes squeezing shut. her fingers on paige sped up, adding more pressure, and paige’s own eyes rolled back in her head. 

“god, you’re so good f’me, baby,” she choked out, and azzi canted her hips up off the bed in desperation. “so fuckin’ good, pretty.”

azzi pressed a wild kiss to her lips. “paige,” she cried. 

hearing her name get called like that, combined with azzi’s reckless touching, slammed into paige like a truck. “gonna cum,” was all she could manage, and azzi let out a high-pitched moan in response and nodded fast, eagerly encouraging her. 

ensuring to keep her fingers moving on azzi, right at the spot she liked, paige fell off the edge and came. her breath punched out of her in a strangled sound, and it washed over her so powerfully that her free hand gripped the mattress hard enough to hurt. 

“shiiiit,” she drew out.

as she rode out the orgasm, azzi’s noises increased in intensity, brown eyes drinking in the sight of paige coming undone. thoughtlessly, paige reached over and squeezed her nipple, and that was all it took for azzi to cum again. 

she came with a throttled gasp, tensing. she was more sensitive this time, and if the way her hips shot up off the bed was any indication, it hit her fast and hard. her entire body shook, clenching with each dulling wave, and paige rolled to her side and captured her lips in hers once more. 

they both calmed down, hands slowly sliding to more comfortable positions. as paige caught her breath, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling like an idiot. 

azzi kissed her teeth then raised an eyebrow, pulling back. “what?”

paige shrugged, staring into her eyes. “i ruined your date.”

“thank god,” azzi breathed. “he was a piece of shit.”

“so why the fuck–”

azzi blushed, rushing to interrupt her. “not important.”

“i mean, it’s kind of my business now.”

azzi blew a stray curl out of her forehead, sighing. “you hadn’t asked me yet.”

“technically, i’d asked you three times, but–”

“paige, i didn’t know.”

“it was pretty obvious, i’m not gonna lie. everyone’s been clowning me for years at this point,” paige admitted with a grin. 

“yeah– well,” azzi stuttered, “i didn’t want to assume anything.”

paige rolled her eyes, but she wasn’t upset. she kissed azzi’s cheek, and they melted into a quiet silence. 

azzi trailed her fingers up paige’s back, and paige pressed chaste kisses to her jawline. suddenly, paige remembered something. 

“hey, you said you already had this. when’d you buy it?” she asked, pointing at the loose lingerie. 

azzi flushed again. “not important.”

“bro.”

“last year,” azzi reluctantly admitted, avoiding eye contact.

“when?”

“not important.”

“azzi.”

“just, you know, at a time,” azzi hedged. “earlier in the year at some point.”

“like february?”

“maybe.”

“who’d you buy it for?” paige pressed. 

“nobody.”

“you’re lying.”

“i’m not a liar!”

“look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t buy them for me to see,” paige challenged, smirking. 

azzi huffed, reluctantly looking at her. she tried to keep a straight face, all wide eyes and faux innocence. “i did not–”

paige burst out laughing.

“paige!” azzi groaned. 

“you’re such a fucking liar. just admit it, bro.”

“don’t bro me,” azzi scolded. “fine. i bought them before last valentine’s day.”

“and you bought them for?”

“you know i bought them for you, why do i have to say it? yeah, i thought maybe you’d finally get your shit together and ask me out, so i went out and i bought it. is that it? is that what you wanted to hear?” azzi hissed, eyebrows narrowed. 

paige grinned. “oooh, you wanted me so bad, huh.”

“no, you’re an asshole,” azzi muttered, rolling her eyes.

paige grinned. “yep.”

[anonity]

Yayyy any details on the pazzi fic??

it's really a classic paige wants to date azzi is decidedly NOT ready fic lol

LOTS of buildup, the first chapter is almost entirely flashbacks! if u scroll back a little you'll see a poll i posted called "whos not ready". this is that fic :)

i have about 5k words written for the first chapter, and i'm expecting it to be finished around 6-7k. if all goes to plan there should only be three chapters tho