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Just… nice in the real, soft, mom way that made Paige kind of want to shrink into herself and never speak again. katie and paige interaction i need more of it please she’s already doing better than her actual parents in this au fic 😭

So now they had a rhythm. A Paige-has-to-be-funny rhythm. That was dangerous. she doesn’t know it yet but she’e impressing the future in law 😉

Not bad-judged. Just, like, mom-judged. Which… ugh. don’t need to explain i got it

“What are Azzi’s grandparents like?” she asked eventually, just to fill the air. they’re gonna love paige and she’s gonna feel lighter and welcomed by them i’m gonna cry 🥺🥺😩🥹🥹🥹🥹

“Eat,” She’d said. you don’t ever say no to grandma’s cooking also being at the lake will probably help paige return to her normal weight

Azzi elbowed her once when she caught Paige licking her fingers, and Paige gave her a dirty look and licked them slower on purpose. in front of the future in laws paige??? very bold of you

“It’s fine,” she said. “They love to yell. It’s like… their thing. Their couple’s hobby.” 💔💔💔💔

Azzi was like… really pretty? you’ve only noticed that now paige lmao

But like… I wanna look at you a little longer than I should pretty. my babies🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️

“The one you make when you’re blushing and trying to act like you’re not.” LMAOOO CLOCK HER AZZI

She’s sitting up against the headboard with her phone, wearing a tank top and some baggy shorts like she’s not actively trying to kill Paige. death by azzi looking too hot lmaoooo

And then—THEN—she bumps Paige’s foot under the blanket. On purpose. azzi wants to cuddle

Paige is not freaking out. She is just lying in a bed. Next to her teammate. Her friend. Her girl she has kissed before and not thought about every second since. Nope. Not thinking. Not feeling weird. Not— i can’t 🤣🤣🤣

“I’m not shy.” only when she’s around you azzi

Azzi’s hand lands light on Paige’s waist. Not weird, just… there. azzi that’s why you’re the goat THE GOAT

It’s not like Paige can sleep anyway. oh my gosh stop😭😭😭 i shouldn’t even have laughed at this comment

let’s be real paige will probably have the best sleep of her life since returning home. cant wait for next chapter when they slept cuddled and all tangled and katie sees them?👀 maybe later on the series

Azzi’s still smiling. She drags her fingers a little, just a little, along Paige’s side, slow and lazy like she’s got all the time in the world to ruin Paige’s life. “You mean this?” i’m enjoying azzi being a menace and i want more of it

Azzi scoots a little closer. Now they’re actually face to face, noses inches apart, breath all tangled up. Azzi’s hand is still there. Still moving. i’m doubling down on wanting azzi to be a menace

Azzi’s voice is low. Dangerous. “You want me to stop?” AAAAHHHH 🙈🙈

Then her fingers move up—along Paige’s ribs, just under the hem of her shirt, featherlight—and Paige practically shivers. GIVE IT TO ME RACHEL I WANT MY BABIES TO BE HAPPY😝😝😙😙

Paige doesn’t even blink. “Prove it.” i know that’s right paige

Azzi’s lips are warm. Her hand on Paige’s stomach goes still, but her thumb keeps moving. And Paige kisses back without even thinking about it. Just goes. Like her body knew what to do before she did. i love this they’re so soft and cute it made my morning reading this chapter 🫶🫶🫶

Still very much trying to pretend she knows how to do this when she’s mostly running on adrenaline and vibes. the last part 🤣

She kisses Azzi this time. She’s the one who leans in, who brushes her lips against hers and holds there. A little less careful. A little more her. i’m smiling like an idiot rn paige is initiating it and they’re doing it without any alcohol 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Azzi smirks, leaning in again but stopping just before their lips meet. “Mmm for now. Might have to prove it again later.” i need them to stop being this cute and soft with each other 😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰

i want a few more chapters of them at the cabin. just paige being with azzi’s family and siblings. feeling loved, escaping her life a little before she faces it when it’s all over.

i’d like to have more katie and paige interaction or maybe even tim and paige or paige with her siblings. and azzi talking to either of her parents about paige.

maybe even a scene where drew calls or facetimes and it’s paige and azzi talking to him and drew meeting azzi on facetime.

oh Katie will be a very important part of this story down the like dw (ik Paige prolly is cool with her mom in real life but she’s not in this fic because I’m the author sooo)

menace Azzi is real to me I won’t lie. Like you can’t tell me she wasn’t fuckin with Paige on purpose when they were younger 😭

Definitely gonna be some more time at the lake for sure

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bucketgetter535 · 4 days ago

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This is not a cry for help (but it might be) PART FIVE

WC: 2.9k CW: Ehh like kissing ish Notes: Azzi fudd conformed menace???

The drive to the cabin was long enough for Paige to consider faking a nap. Not because she didn’t like Katie, Katie was actually… nice. Like, suspiciously so. Like, what’s your motive, lady kind of nice. But also, not fake. Not in that plastic-smile, passive-aggressive Minnesota way either. Just… nice in the real, soft, mom way that made Paige kind of want to shrink into herself and never speak again.

Except she couldn’t do that. Because she’d already said “thank you for the ride” and then something sarcastic about mosquito bites being nature’s love language, and Katie had laughed like it was actually funny. So now they had a rhythm. A Paige-has-to-be-funny rhythm. That was dangerous.

“So,” Katie said, eyes still on the road but clearly ready to talk, “Azzi said you’re excited for the big tournament coming up?”

Paige shifted in her seat. She had her feet up on the dash (until Katie had nicely asked her not to, which made Paige feel like she’d kicked a puppy), and now she was just sitting cross-legged and trying to act like she didn’t get carsick when she read texts.

“Yeah,” Paige said. “Well, I mean. Excited to win.”

Katie laughed again. Paige scratched her head and tried not to smile like a dork. She failed. A little.

“I like tournaments,” Paige added. “They’re loud and no one expects me to do homework.”

Katie gave her a side glance. “You don’t like school?”

“Does anyone?” Paige deadpanned.

“Azzi does.”

“Yeah, well, Azzi’s the actual blueprint of a human,” Paige said, which was her way of saying Azzi was the kind of person who didn’t lose their backpack twice a week or forget they had a test until the bell rang. “School’s just… I mean, I go. I’m there.”

She paused.

“But like, mentally? I’m in a different galaxy.”

Katie smiled again, and it made Paige feel weirdly safe and weirdly judged at the same time. Not bad-judged. Just, like, mom-judged. Which… ugh.

Paige slumped further into the passenger seat. The A/C was blasting and she was wearing one of her usual hoodies an d not even because she was cold but because it felt like armor. No one could tell she was tired.

Katie didn’t talk for a few minutes. Just let the music play. Some soft oldies stuff, not even that annoying. Paige watched the trees blur past the window and tried not to think too hard about anything.

Not the fight she left behind. Not her dad or her stepmom or the way Drew’s eyes had looked a little too big and tired when she said goodbye this morning. Not even the tournament, or how many minutes she’d get, or how Tasha had looked at her like she knew things Paige hadn’t said out loud.

She’d think about that later. Or never.

“What are Azzi’s grandparents like?” she asked eventually, just to fill the air.

“Oh, they’re the best,” Katie said. “My dad’s always telling long stories and my mom bakes way too much. You’ll be fed whether you want to be or not.”

“That’s threatening,” Paige said, nodding solemnly.

Katie laughed, which… again? Why was this woman so unbothered by her sarcasm?

“You’ll have fun,” she said. “And we’re really glad you’re coming, Paige.”

Paige stared out the window again.

She didn’t say “thanks.” But she did turn the music up one notch, which was maybe the same thing.

Kind of.

–

Azzi’s grandma didn’t give her a choice.

Like actually. There was no “Are you hungry?” or “Would you like some?” or even a “Let me know if you need anything.” It was just: food. A lot of food. Dropped right in front of her with a smile and a napkin tucked into Paige’s lap before she could even say, “I’m good, thanks.”

“Eat,” She’d said.

So Paige did.

Because you don’t say no to a woman with arms like she could crush walnuts barehanded and an apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook, She Might Bite’.

To be fair, the food was fire. Like… aggressively good. Like am I allowed to have thirds or is that greedy good. There were buttery potatoes and actual corn on the cob (not the frozen kind), and some kind of chicken that had been seasoned by the divine hand of God himself. Paige ate in silence for a while, which was new.

Azzi elbowed her once when she caught Paige licking her fingers, and Paige gave her a dirty look and licked them slower on purpose.

“Real mature,” Azzi muttered.

“Real tasty,” Paige replied with a grin and a mouthful of cornbread.

–

Later, when the sun had gone all orange-pink and the mosquitos were out for blood, Paige ended up on the porch with Azzi. Just the two of them. Everyone else was inside doing card games or cleaning up or drinking.

The air smelled like pine needles and citronella candles. Paige’s hoodie was back on, because obviously. She was sitting cross-legged on the bench swing, swaying just a little, eyes half on the trees.

Azzi was sitting across from her, curled up like some kind of peaceful forest cat. Her hair was still a little damp from her shower, and her skin glowed in that annoying natural way, like she was an ad for fresh air.

“So,” Azzi said, soft. “How were things at home?”

And boom. There it was. The question Paige knew was coming and still hadn’t planned for.

She squinted at Azzi like really, bro? but Azzi just kept looking at her with those eyes.

“Oh, you know,” Paige said, waving her hand. “Just your classic suburban gladiator match. Stepmom screaming about the thermostat. Dad acting like he invented patience. Real riveting stuff. Should’ve sold tickets.”

Azzi didn’t laugh.

She just kept looking at her. Quiet. Almost… patient.

Paige’s smile faltered for like a second, but she caught it and threw sarcasm back on like a life vest.

“It’s fine,” she said. “They love to yell. It’s like… their thing. Their couple’s hobby.”

Azzi still didn’t say anything. Just tilted her head slightly and looked at her. Not through her. Not around her. At her. Like she was really trying to see what was hiding behind the joke.

And that? That was disarming.

“What?” Paige said, a little sharper than she meant.

“Nothing,” Azzi said. “Just… you’re bad at lying.”

That made Paige’s ears heat up. Like… okay. Chill out. It’s just a comment. A true one, maybe, but whatever.

“I’m great at lying,” she said. “I lie all the time. I’m basically an expert.”

Azzi smiled a little, and then went back to staring out at the trees. Paige followed her gaze. They sat like that for a minute, and it should’ve been awkward, but it wasn’t.

Then Azzi looked at her again. Like really looked.

And Paige felt it in her face. Her cheeks did that stupid warm thing they sometimes did, which was so annoying because that only happened when someone looked at her too long and she didn’t know where to put her hands or her eyes or her anything.

Azzi was just sitting there, chill as hell, with her little campfire glow and her annoyingly pretty features, and Paige was suddenly thinking, okay wait.

Azzi was like… really pretty?

Not just “you’re tall and have good skin” pretty. But like… I wanna look at you a little longer than I should pretty.

Paige dropped her gaze fast. Pretended to see a bug or something.

“Don’t make that face,” Azzi said.

“What face?”

“The one you make when you’re blushing and trying to act like you’re not.”

“I’m not blushing,” Paige said immediately, totally lying.

“Okay,” Azzi said, smirking. “Sure.”

Paige kicked the swing into motion with her foot, harder than she meant to.

“I’m just… hot. Like temperature-wise.”

Azzi stretched and yawned and then smirked again.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Paige turned away before her whole face caught fire.

She muttered under her breath, “You’re ridiculous.”

And yeah. Maybe she was.

But also maybe she liked being ridiculous when Azzi was the one looking at her.

–

It’s not a big deal.

Really.

People share beds all the time. Especially girls. Especially at cabins where there aren’t enough rooms and everyone acts like “Oh it’s just like a sleepover!” and you pretend that’s not the most loaded sentence in history when you’re lowkey panicking about where your limbs go.

So yeah. Not a big deal. Paige has done this before. Sort of.

Whatever. She’s fine.

Azzi brushes her teeth in the world’s slowest, most peaceful, most beautiful way (somehow), and Paige stares at herself in the mirror and tries to psych herself up like she’s walking into the fourth quarter down by ten. She washes her face and puts on lotion and then spends five whole minutes wondering if she used too much lotion and is now shiny. Like if Azzi will notice. Like if it matters.

Azzi’s already in bed by the time Paige comes out of the bathroom. She’s sitting up against the headboard with her phone, wearing a tank top and some baggy shorts like she’s not actively trying to kill Paige.

“Your turn,” Azzi says, without looking up.

“Yeah,” Paige says. “Great.”

She climbs in. The far side. Gives herself an inch of safe distance like that’ll help anything. Azzi doesn’t say anything. Just shifts a little and that’s somehow worse. Because now the blanket moves, and Paige can feel the shift of body heat, and she really shouldn’t be noticing that.

It’s quiet for a while. Just the buzz of someone’s charging phone and the hum of the ceiling fan.

And then Azzi starts talking.

Nothing major. Just little things. A comment about how her cousin got a speeding ticket last week, something about the salad at lunch being fake healthy, a lowkey brag about her Mario Kart record.

But the way she talks?

It’s different. It’s low and soft, like bedtime Azzi has decided to use her nighttime voice. The one with a smile tucked into it. Like she knows it’s late and everything sounds closer in the dark.

And then—THEN—she bumps Paige’s foot under the blanket. On purpose.

“What,” Paige says, half a laugh, because that was illegal.

Azzi shrugs, totally evil. “Just checking if your feet are cold.”

“They’re not.”

“They are now,” Azzi says, and then does it again.

Paige stares at the ceiling. “Okay, chill.”

Azzi hums. “You chill.”

“I am chill.”

“Right,” Azzi says, which is probably code for No you’re not, I can feel your entire soul panicking.

Then Azzi leans back a little more, arms behind her head, and her tank top shifts and—okay. Nope.

Nope nope nope.

“Are you gonna just stare at the ceiling all night?” Azzi asks, voice warm.

Paige swallows. “Maybe. It’s a good ceiling.”

Azzi laughs. Quiet but all up in Paige’s chest somehow.

And then—God help her—Azzi turns on her side to face Paige. One arm under the pillow, eyes soft in the dim light. Her foot bumps Paige’s again.

“You’re weird tonight,” Paige says. Because Azzi started this.

Azzi just smiles. Doesn’t blink. “Am I?”

“Yes.”

“You’re the one acting all shy.”

“I’m not shy.”

“You kind of are.”

Paige groans and flops to face away, which only helps until Azzi’s hand brushes her arm under the covers and Paige actually jumps.

Azzi definitely notices.

“Dude,” she says, all amused and full of herself. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Paige mutters into her pillow. “Not even a little.”

Azzi laughs again. And then doesn’t say anything for a while.

And Paige is like… what is even happening? Why does her stomach feel like Pop Rocks in soda? Why does her face feel hot? Why does this feel like a thing?

Azzi shifts closer, just barely, and Paige can feel the edge of her breath on the back of her neck.

“Hey,” Azzi says quietly.

“What.”

“You’re not good at hiding when you feel things.”

“I don’t feel things.”

Azzi’s hand lands light on Paige’s waist. Not weird, just… there.

“Sure,” she says.

Paige closes her eyes.

Yep. She’s toast.

It’s not like Paige can sleep anyway.

That’d be too easy.

Her brain is racing and her heart’s been in overtime since the moment Azzi started with the late-night voice and the foot-touching and the look. The one that’s like I know exactly what I’m doing to you and I’m gonna keep doing it.

So yeah, she turns.

She turns to face Azzi because there’s no way not to, not when Azzi’s being like this, not when it’s dark and quiet and they’re under the same blanket and Paige’s chest is full of lightning.

Azzi looks at her. Just… looks.

Her eyes are soft. And her hand is just resting there, low on Paige’s waist like she belongs there. Like it’s normal. Like Paige isn’t about to go into cardiac arrest.

“You okay?” Azzi says, voice all calm and sweet like she didn’t just knock Paige off her entire axis.

“I’m fine,” Paige says. Or tries to. Her voice cracks halfway through.

Azzi grins. “You don’t sound fine.”

Paige glares. Sort of. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“That thing with your face.”

Azzi’s still smiling. She drags her fingers a little, just a little, along Paige’s side, slow and lazy like she’s got all the time in the world to ruin Paige’s life. “You mean this?”

“Yeah,” Paige says. “That’s illegal.”

Azzi hums like she’s thinking about it. Her fingers keep moving. Soft, over Paige’s shirt. Just enough to make her skin crawl in the good way. “I think I’m just being friendly.”

“This isn’t friendly,” Paige says, but she doesn’t mean it. She can’t mean it. She’s not even pulling away.

Azzi lifts one eyebrow. “No?”

“No,” Paige says again, and it comes out way too breathy.

Azzi scoots a little closer. Now they’re actually face to face, noses inches apart, breath all tangled up. Azzi’s hand is still there. Still moving.

And Paige feels so warm. Like every nerve in her body is tuned to Azzi, like she’s hyper-aware of every place they’re touching. Which is way too many places.

Azzi’s voice is low. Dangerous. “You want me to stop?”

And Paige—

Paige should say yes. That’d be the smart thing. The responsible thing. The I-don’t-wanna-ruin-our-team-dynamic thing.

But instead, she just breathes out, “No.”

Azzi looks at her for a second. Like really looks at her. Then her fingers move up—along Paige’s ribs, just under the hem of her shirt, featherlight—and Paige practically shivers.

“I’m definitely crossing a line,” Azzi says, soft like a confession.

Paige nods, heart pounding. “You are.”

Azzi leans in, just enough to let her lips hover by Paige’s ear. “And you’re letting me.”

Paige squeezes her eyes shut. “Yeah. I know.”

Azzi pulls back just enough to look at her again, and Paige has never wanted anything more than she wants whatever’s happening right now.

Azzi’s hand rests gently against her stomach now. Not pushing, not taking. Just there. And Paige swears her whole body is burning.

“You’re hot,” Paige whispers.

Azzi smiles. “So are you.”

Paige doesn’t even blink. “Prove it.”

For a second, Azzi doesn’t move.

Like she’s giving Paige one last chance to back out. One last chance to say wait or stop or never mind, I’m a liar and I can’t handle this.

But Paige doesn’t say any of that.

She’s holding eye contact like it’s oxygen. Her chest is rising and falling faster than she wants it to, and her mouth is kind of open for no reason. She doesn’t breathe. Can’t.

And then Azzi does it.

She leans in the rest of the way and kisses her.

It’s soft at first. Gentle. Barely there.

And Paige forgets how to exist. She forgets her name. Her dad. Her stepmom. Her house in Hopkins that’s too loud to live in. She forgets everything but this.

It’s slow. Careful. Way too real.

Then Azzi pulls back a little. Just a breath. Paige’s eyes are still closed.

“You okay?” Azzi whispers.

Paige opens them. Blinks a few times. “I—I think I blacked out.”

Azzi laughs. She’s smiling. “Good or bad blackout?”

“Like… good,” Paige says. “The best, actually.”

Azzi tucks a piece of hair behind Paige’s ear. Her fingers are still on Paige’s shirt. Still waiting.

And Paige? She’s still burning. Still full of static. Still very much trying to pretend she knows how to do this when she’s mostly running on adrenaline and vibes.

So she goes for it.

She kisses Azzi this time. She’s the one who leans in, who brushes her lips against hers and holds there. A little less careful. A little more her.

Azzi makes a sound against her mouth. Something pleased. Something that says yeah, okay, you might have some game.

And when they separate again, Paige is red.

Her ears are hot. Her face is on fire. But she’s smiling.

Azzi looks at her like she’s just solved a puzzle.

Paige buries her face in the pillow for a second. “I swear to God, if I just ruined everything—”

“You didn’t,” Azzi says, already pulling her back by the shirt sleeve. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Paige lifts her eyes. “That was you proving it?”

Azzi smirks, leaning in again but stopping just before their lips meet. “Mmm for now. Might have to prove it again later.”

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