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Part 14: The End And The Beginning

Masterlist - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 15

Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep (please don't leave)

(In which an infrequently-updating writer finally didn't take a month to update)

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Themes: Angst, Fluff and I guess a little bit of Hurt/Comfort

Words: 9.2K

TW: Swearing (and I believe that's it)

A/N: Hello my lovelies <3 It's a little past 2 AM but y'all wanted a chapter at an ungodly hour so here it is. It's insane to think that there will only be one more chapter of this fic. In all honestly I did have ways to drag it out for a little longer but ultimately, this felt like the right path to take. I feel like some of this chapter is a little OOC (though my lovely friends have said maybe I'm just being paranoid) but whelp it was for the plot so! Like I said, ungodly hour chapters means barely any editing for now but I will go over and fix things later. In the meantime if y'all wanna point things out in terms of grammar and typos, please feel free. As always, let me know what you liked, what you didn't and what you'd like to see as this story comes to an end. Have a lovely rest of your day (night?) my loves <3

June 2033

Azzi thinks she might have every detail of her rather uninteresting bedroom ceiling memorized by now. After all -for almost 3 weeks now- instead of sleeping, all she’s done is stared up at it, her mind wandering off to a thousand places, all plagued with the same face. Azzi hadn’t thought it was possible for her heart to ache as much as it had the morning after the proposal, when the regret had hit and she’d rushed into Paige’s room, only to be told by KK that the older girl was gone. The days following had been torture, like enduring a heart attack over and over again, the pain crescendoing until she’d gone numb from it.

But last time there had been no false notions, no open-ended goodbyes, just a clean break and somehow that had been easier to live with. These last few days -filled with the unbearable waiting of maybe today she’ll come back to me- have been worse. Perhaps it’s because of the innate hope flickering like a candle within her. And even though the flame of it seems to get smaller and dimmer every time she sees Paige and the older woman still can’t quite make the promise to stay, Azzi knows that until that hope of hers is either completely shattered or fulfilled, there is no moving on from this hurt.

Sighing to herself, Azzi grabs for her phone. The screen lights up to countless notifications and she bites her lip when she notices the one from Clémence. Dinner had been uncannily awkward last night in a way that it had never been before when the French woman had been a much more frequent presence in her and her daughter’s life. But in between Azzi being completely lost in thoughts of her and Paige’s conversation in the locker room and Stephie somehow managing to find a way to relate every little detail back to Miss Buecks and her face-falling a little every time she did, well it was suffice to say even Clémence’s attempts as making the dinner more cheerful hadn’t been enough to make the evening less of a disaster. Azzi had almost let out a sigh of relief when she’d finally dropped the other woman off at the hotel, trying to not to wince when Clémence had leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek. But cleary she hadn’t been inconspicuous enough -and neither had Stephie, who’s voice had been rather devoid of her normal Clémence related cheer when she’d wished the Frenchwoman a goodnight- and the guilt from the way the other woman’s smile had faltered, still lingers in Azzi’s stomach.

Chewing at her bottom lip, she swipes the text open. It’s a simple “it was good to see you two again.” and perhaps it doesn’t mean much -maybe Azzi’s doing that overthinking thing again- but there’s something about the formality of it, about the full stop at the end of the sentence feels rather definite. Azzi almost feels like she should apologize for something, perhaps for being so aloof last night or maybe even more. She knows that Clémence had wanted something else from her, had patiently waited for her to turn their relationship into something beyond just casual, something Azzi had never been ready to give to her. But it almost feels too late for any of that and so all she says is “it was good to see you too.” and she hopes that Clémence knows that despite everything, she means it.

Throwing her phone back on the dresser and now feeling perhaps even worse than she had a couple minutes ago, Azzi pulls her blanket above her head, almost pleading with her brain to just shut off. She’s about to give into the impulsive urge to scream into her pillows, when instead her door creaks open and she immediately throws the comforter off of herself, reaching over to turn on her bedside lamp as she sits up straight on her bed.

Stephie stands in the doorway, a fluffy teddy bear cuddled to her chest as she stares up at Azzi with big doey eyes and the older woman’s heart constricts when she sees the hint of sadness sitting heavily within them. Her little girl had been quiet all day -really since dinner last night. With today being a rare off day, the two of them had spent most of it lounging on the couch watching movies. But Azzi could tell something was off about Stephie. Her daughter, normally ever the commentator, had been dead silent, cuddling into her mother’s side and barely even chuckling at the comedy scenes. Truthfully, Stephie hadn’t been quite the same ever since they’d left Paige’s that morning -and with the amount of nights she’d snuck into Azzi’s room since, her mother had almost been expecting it tonight- but it seemed like something else had shifted last night.

“C’mere baby girl,” Azzi says softly as she holds her arms open and Stephie dutifully climbs into them, burrowing her head into her mother’s chest, “what’s up?”

“Can’t sleep,” comes the muffled response from her daughter as Azzi gently rubs the little girl’s back, “can I sleep here with you?”

Azzi smiles, pressing a gentle kiss against Stephie’s hair, “of course you can sweetheart,” she whispers, before falling back into her pillows with her daughter still securely wrapped in her arms.

She continues to brush her hands through Stephie’s hair, listening to the sound of her little girl breathing as she hums a lullaby.

“Mama,” Stephie says tentatively, after a while.

“Yeah Stephie-bean?”

“Yes-er-day when we were at dinner-,” the little girl swallows nervously and Azzi’s squeezes her shoulders, hoping it conveys that she’s listening, ready to hear whatever it is that’s been bothering the little girl, “yes-er-day at one of the other tables, I saw- I saw a woman with gold hair and she- she had it in a bun like- like the one Miss Buecks usually has.”

Azzi’s breath hitches, “go on sweetheart.”

“And she- she was-,” Stephie drops her voice down to a whisper, “she was kissing someone who looked a lot like you Mama.”

“Oh,” Azzi manages to get out as she feels her lungs compress.

“And there was a little girl too and they both gave her lots of kisses too,” Stephie’s voice is small as she says the fact and Azzi has to bite her lips hard to keep in the sob that’s threatening to escape her lips. And she remembers the exact people Stephie’s talking about, remembers the way her heart panged as she’d seen the way three of them -the two women and their little girl- were practically giddy around each other. They’d looked almost like an exact replica of Paige, Azzi and Stephie, not that long ago. Azzi had, had to tear her eyes away from the scene, not wanting to let the tears that were dangerously close to her waterline slip down her cheeks. She hadn’t looked in their direction again. But Azzi hadn’t even imagined that maybe Stephie would’ve noticed that too, that her daughter would’ve felt the sting of the happy picture the same way she had.

“Oh sweetheart-”

“My friend Anya has a Mama and a Mommy,” Stephie rushes out before Azzi can console her any further, “and my other friend Lena didn’t understand how that was poss-ble cause she has a Mommy and a Daddy like most of my other friends but Anya said it’s poss-ble and that her Mama and Mommy love each other just like Lena’s Mommy and Daddy love each other.”

“Anya’s right,” Azzi says softly, smiling at how simple children make everything sound even though she’s not quite sure where Stephie’s getting at with this story, “I’m sure her Mama and Mommy love each other a lot.”

“Anya says they kiss on the lips- just like- just like the women at the restaurant and like Nana and Pops or like Uncle José and Aunty Tully,” Stephie scrunches her nose as she finally untucks herself from Azzi’s chest, “Anya says that’s what people in love do but I think it’s kinda gross cause kissing on the lips looks kinda yucky.”

Azzi laughs, booping the little girl’s nose, “it does look a little funny.”

“But Anya says her Mommy and Mama do other things too. Like her Mama takes care of her Mommy when she’s sick and when her Mama cries over a movie, her Mommy laughs but then gives her Mama a big hug. And Anya says that sometimes when Anya’s Mama isn’t looking, Anya sees her Mommy looking at her Mama with a big smile,” Stephie stretches out her arms for emphasis as she climbs off of Azzi’s lap to sit on the bed next to her.

“That sounds sweet,” Azzi says wistfully, still a little confused why she’s being told everything about Anya’s two mothers.

There’s a moment of silence before Stephie drags in a deep breath as she stares intently at her mother, “I never seen you and Miss Buecks kiss, Mama.”

Her words loom in the air as Azzi’s mouth falls open, everything suddenly beginning to click, “Steph-”

“But when Miss Buecks was sick, I saw you make her soup and make her eat her med-cines even though Miss Buecks said they tasted yucky. And when you cry over Mr. Olaf melting in Frozen, Miss Buecks always says ‘Az you’re so silly, you’ve seen this so many times. How can you still cry at it?’”Stephie recites, doing an almost perfect impression that has Azzi’s letting out something in between a sob and a laugh.

“But then she gives you a big hug anyways. And Mama,” the little girl continues, “when you’re not looking, I see Miss Buecks looking at you with this big, big, big, smile all the time.”

“Stephie,” Azzi chokes out, trying to hold herself together.

Her daughter looks at her with something almost like wonder, “you and Miss Buecks- you were just- you were just like Anya’s Mama and Mommy?”

“Yeah,” Azzi whispers, as she grasps the little girl’s hands in her own, bracing herself for whatever Stephie might say next, “yeah I guess we were.”

But Stephie doesn’t say anything for a while, sitting all quiet and contemplative for a moment until she slowly climbs back into her mother’s arms, resting her head right against Azzi’s chest.

“Mama,” her voice is small when she finally does speak, “I really miss Miss Buecks.”

Azzi feels her heart constrict, finally losing the battle against her tears as they drip down her cheeks, and she tightens her grip on her daughter, “I know baby. I really miss her too.”

***

April 2025

“What are you doing?” panic filters into Azzi’s tone as she watches Paige slowly get down on one knee, her heart pulsating as she slowly begins to understand why her girlfriend had set this whole thing up. Really she should’ve known as soon as KK and Ice had excitedly bound into her room, mischievous knowing smirks on their faces as they’d made her change into something nice before practically dragging her onto the roof. She should’ve known when she’d seen the candles and the pink roses and Paige just a little too dressed up in the midst of it all, that this was more than just one of the older girl’s lavishly planned date nights.

Paige smiles up at her, either not hearing the distress in the brunette’s voice or perhaps not quite understanding the gravity of it. She reaches for Azzi’s hands, soft fingers entwining with the younger girl’s like their holding onto a lifeline. An unfamiliar sensation builds in Azzi’s stomach, one she doesn’t think she’s ever felt in Paige’s presence before.

“Paige,” she whispers helplessly.

“I’ve got you baby,” Paige squeezes her hands gently, mistaking whatever it is that Azzi’s feeling, for simple nerves.

But it’s not that. Azzi knows this unsettling feeling that’s tornadoing around her isn’t just nerves or butterflies or whatever else it is that one normally feels before a proposal. It’s something much, much worse. Something almost like dread. And Azzi can feel all those suppressed emotions that have been building for the last couple of weeks-the whispers of thoughts that she’d brushed away as nothing serious- suddenly rushing through her body and settling like a large, immovable lump at the back of her throat.

She remembers the first time she’d felt it, that unfamiliar twist in her stomach. It had been at a press conference after some easily won Big East game with UConn’s Big Three sitting diligently at the media-table. And it had suddenly occurred to Azzi, just as they’d finished their media availability, that she’d been asked exactly one question about her own performance -a respectable 24/4/3 statline- from the pool of reporters. Every other question of the four that had been directed her way, had been about Paige. She’d come to a stop outside the press room, letting herself sit with the thought for a second until her girlfriend -with her bright blue eyes and just-for-Azzi smile- had come bounding up to her. And suddenly, as it always seemed to be when it came to Paige, Azzi couldn’t think about anything else anymore. Not when the blonde was lacing their fingers together and putting her lips dangerously close to her ears, whispering all the sinful things they could get up to that night.

But then it happened again two games later. One question about her own performance followed by a cycle of questions about Paige during a presser where the blonde wasn’t even in attendance. This time Azzi had thought about it a little longer but then she’d chided herself for it, chalking it up to her brain doing that overthinking thing again. It was natural to be asked about teammates, especially superstar, generational, teammates who were likely to go #1 in the upcoming WNBA draft.

And then it happened again.

And again.

Until it was the Elite Eight and Azzi found herself, after a 28/5/4 statline and two clutch free throws to win it all, still somehow fielding more questions about Paige -and how the blonde had impacted Azzi’s game and recovery and their relationship as best friends- than about her own performance.

That’s when she’d finally begun to understand what that twist in her stomach had been. She’d felt sick at the idea that it could be envy -how could she ever be jealous of her Paige’s success- but she’d understood then, almost gawking at the reporter who’d had the audacity to ask her, her fourth Paige-related question that night, that it wasn’t that. Maybe it would’ve been easier if it was.

It was fear.

The fear that her own identity in the basketball world was slowly withering away under the weight of her relationship.

“Hey,” Paige’s voice feels like it’s coming from a distance even though she’s right in front of Azzi and the brunette swallows hard as she tries to pry herself away from her thoughts to focus on her girlfriend.

“Paige,” she whispers back helplessly, as her eyes begin to water.

Every time Azzi had imagined Paige proposing -the first time had been when she was 15 and she’d woken up from the dream, almost shaking but still filled with the serene calmness that came from knowing something was inevitable- she had always in fact pictured tears in her own eyes.

But not like this.

Because these little droplets cascading down her cheeks that Paige’s fingers diligently reach up to wipe away aren’t the tears of a girl whose dreams to marry her best friend -the love of her life- are coming true. They’re the tears of a girl who’s bracing herself for an inevitable fight when she puts her career before a relationship, when her head wins this fight against her heart.

Blissfully unaware, Paige continues on, “I’ve um- I’ve thought of this a million times. Actually maybe a billion or a trillion or quadrillion. Point is I’ve been thinking about it pretty much ever since I met you.”

Stop, Azzi thinks but all that comes out is a whimper.

“So you’d think, considering I’ve thought about it that many times, I’d have an actual speech prepared or something. And I did you know. I uh- I wrote one and then I hated it so I deleted it all and then I wrote another and then I deleted that one too,” Paige laughs and the sound of it, that had once felt like a warm blanket shrouding all of Azzi’s senses, now feels a lot like a wintry chill settling around her body.

“And what I realized,” there’s moisture pooling in the blonde’s own eyes now, “is that I don’t need a speech. I don’t need hundreds of words. I just need three. I love you,” Paige presses a kiss against Azzi’s knuckles and the other girl shudders, “I love you so fucking much Azzi Fudd. And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life.”

She lets go of the brunette’s hands to retrieve a black velvet box from her pockets and Azzi bites her lip so hard, the metallic taste of blood overwhelms her taste buds.

“Azzi Jazlyn Fudd,” Paige says softly, flicking open the box to reveal a heart-cut diamond ring, “will you marry me?”

“No,” it comes out so soft, almost blending with the wind, that for a second even Azzi doubts she’d said it.

“”What?”

Azzi clears her throat, “no.”

“No?” Paige repeats, blinking up at her with a mixture of confusion and anticipatory dread.

“No,” Azzi says again, her voice much stronger now as she takes a step back, the tears freely falling from her cheeks.

“I don’t- I don’t understand,” Paige, still on one knee, stumbles a little as she tries to formulate the right words, “you- you don’- no?,” her eyebrows furrow in confusion, “you don’t want to marry me?”

I do, Azzi wants to scream.

“I can’t,” she says.

Paige stares up at her, something akin to disbelief etched across her beautiful features, “what does that even fucking mean you can’t?”

“I just-” Azzi struggles against the jumble of thoughts in head as she tries to piece together a coherent sentence, “I can’t.”

“Bullshit,” Paige snarls.

“Paige-”

“Do not Paige me,” the older girl seethes, her expression darkening, “you better fucking explain yourself.”

“I- I will,” Azzi stutters, trying to make herself small as she wraps her arms around herself, “can you- just,” she eyes Paige, who’s still kneeling one one knee, “can you please- please just stand up.”

Paige flinches, like Azzi has asked her to shoot an arrow into her own soul. And maybe she had. But she does as asked. The blonde’s movements are reluctant, almost like it pains her to stand up and when she does, the distance she puts between her and Azzi can’t be more than a few meters, but it feels like it stretches the length of an ocean.

“Explain,” Paige says scathingly.

“I just-” Azzi takes in a deep breath, barely able to meet her girlfriend’s eyes as she forces out the next words, “I don’t want to be known as just your wife.”

Paige lets out an expected noise of protest, “you wouldn’t-”

“You don’t know that,” Azzi cuts her off with a pointed look, “because right now- right now sometimes it feels like all I am is just Paige Bueckers’ best friend. It doesn't matter how many points I score or how many defensive moves I make on the court or whatever else I do on the court, somehow it all leads back to you. And it makes me feel-,” she chokes on the next words, the acidity of them leaving a bitter taste in her mouth, “I feel invisible.”

“Azzi-”

The brunette holds up a hand, needing to finish what she’s saying before she fully succumbs to her emotions, “sometimes- sometimes my entire career at UConn so far feels like- like it’s just an extension of yours. Paige you- you get to be Paige. Just Paige. The superstar. You get to go to entire pressers not having to answer a single question about me or our friendship. You get to have entire articles written about you that have just a throwaway line about me and not have half of it be dedicated to how I’m the driving force behind your success. And that’s how it should be because- because as much as we rely on each other, your success is still yours. But sometimes it feels like mine isn’t mine.”

“I’m sor-”

“No!” Azzi cuts Paige off loudly when the older girl tries to apologize, guilt flashing in her eyes, “it’s not your fault Paige. You- you’re my biggest cheerleader. You always have been. But I just- I need to have my own identity. And that’s already been so hard being known as just your best friend. It’s only going to get worse if I-” she stops, unable to say the rest but even unspoken, it lingers in the air.

If I become your fiancé.

“I need next year to be different,” Azzi says instead, “I need it to be my year. Just mine. Just for once, I just want to be known as Azzi.”

“It will be,” there’s a newfound conviction replacing the previous anger in the blonde’s voice as she takes a deliberate step towards Azzi. Bolstered when the other girl doesn’t instinctively move back, she takes another one and then another and another, until the seemingly never-ending distance between them disappears.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” Paige says softly as she gently holds one of Azzi’s hands between her own, “and I hate- I hate that you feel this way. But it’ll be different next year when we’re not on the same team anymore right? Out of sight out of mind type shit? They won’t- they won’t ask you about me or make everything you do about me anymore-”

“You don’t know that-”

The older girl continues like she didn’t hear the interruption, “I just- I just don’t understand why you can be known as my girlfriend but not my-” she swallows, “but not my wife? Because Az- when we come out-,” the girl in questions flinches and Paige pauses, her expression falters at the movement.

A deadly silence clouds the air and it’s April in Connecticut and the spring breeze is just the right temperature. But as Paige slowly lets go of her hands, realization dawning on her face, Azzi thinks she’s never felt colder in her life.

“You- you don’t-” the blonde looks at her almost accusingly as she takes a step back, “you don’t want to come out?”

“Paige-”

“Answer the fucking question Azzi.”

Azzi casts her eyes downwards, digging her fingers as deeply into her palms as possible, “no, no I don’t.”

“I see,” Paige says slowly, her tone dangerously low, “and how long have you felt this way Az?”

“I-I-” the brunette stutters nervously, “I made- I made the decision after the Elite Eight.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Paige says calmly.

“I don’t- I don’t understand-”

“How long Azzi?” the blonde sneers, “how long have you had all the fucking doubts about your identity and our relationship? How long have you been questioning everything about us? How long have you bee going through this whole fucking decision-making process about our future?”

“That’s not-”

“Oh no,” Paige interrupts harshly, “that’s exactly it. That’s exactly what you were doing. So tell me. How. Long?”

Azzi gulps nervously, “since the game at home versus Nova.”

Paige blinks at her, “three months? Three fucking months Azzi. You’ve been feeling this way for three months and you didn’t once think that maybe you should tell me? That maybe we should talk about it?”

“I didn’t know,” Azzi says helplessly, “I didn’t even understand it myself Paige. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I didn’t even know there was something to discuss.”

“But clearly you did figure it out, Azzi. Because I know you and I know you didn’t make this decision without figuring your emotions out, so why not come to me then? Why not tell me as soon as possible. God fucking hell Azzi- when even were you gonna tell me?” Paige yells, all pretence of calm gone from her body, “if I- if tonight hadn’t happened, when would you have even told me?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything and Paige shakes her head, starting to pace around the rooftop.

“We had a plan Azzi. We’ve had a plan for four years. As soon as one or both of us was out of UConn, that was it. No more hiding. No more secrets. Just you and and me and we weren’t gonna care who the fuck knew about it,” the blonde pinches the bridge of her nose, “and you’re telling me that for three month- three fucking months- you’ve been questioning that whole fucking plan while I remained oblivious as fuck? Azzi all I’ve done these past few months is tell you how fucking excited I was about being able to call you my girl in front ov everyone. How excited I was to hold you in public and for us to just be us without giving a fuck who could see. And you just,” Paige’s voice breaks, “you let me. You let me do all of that- feel all of that. You let me be hopeful for a future that you weren’t even sure you could see for us.”

Azzi looks away, that rock of guilt settled in her stomach starting to get heavier and heavier with each word that leaves Paige’s mouth, “I’m just asking for a little bit more time Paige.”

“And what happens if that time doesn’t go the way you want it to Az?” Paige asks sadly, “what if we survive the next year but you decide that you can’t be attached to me to start your W career?”

“That won’t happen-”

“You don’t know that,” a sardonic smile appears on the blonde’s face, “I can’t keep hiding forever Azzi. All I’ve done is love you in secret. I can’t- I don’t- I won’t do that forever.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Azzi bursts out, her defensiveness suddenly translating into a burst of anger, “I am asking you for a little bit of time. Not even a whole year anymore. Just a little bit of time for me to establish my own identity and honestly Paige if you can’t even give me that- if you can’t understand why I need this time- then maybe-” she stops herself, eyes widening at the words -word she’d never even expected herself to think of - that are now sitting, like burning embers, on the tip of her tongue.

“Then maybe what?” Paige asks slowly, but there’s an almost resigned tinge to her tone that suggests she already knows.

“No,” Azzi shakes her head, turning away from the older girl’s piercing gaze. She looks down at the ground, still covered in rose petals. The wax of the glittering candles littered between them has melted onto them, causing their pink hue to turn into a darker shade of red. And it’s like there’s blood scattered on the remnants of Paige’s perfect proposal.

“Say it Azzi-”

“No-”

“Say it.”

“I don’t want to,” Azzi covers her ears and she wishes this were a nightmare, wishes she could open her eyes and find herself waking up in Paige’s arms. Warm and soft and loved.

“Godfuckingdammit Azzi,” Paige yells, “just say it. If I can’t understand why you need time then maybe we should what?” she repeats, waiting for the brunette to finish her own sentence.

Azzi whimpers, continuing to shake her head, “Paige please.”

“Just. Fucking. Say. It.”

The younger girl swallows, “then maybe we should end it.”

Another beat of silence.

“Maybe we should,” Paige’s voice is gravelly and Azzi doesn’t dare turn around, not ready to see the heartbroken expression -or worse, perhaps the nonchalant one- on the older girl’s face, “if after all we’ve been through, if it’s so easy for you to think those words. Then maybe we should- maybe we should end it.”

And Azzi thinks for the rest of her life she will wonder what she should have done next. If she should’ve said something or if -when she hears those retreating footsteps- if she should’ve run after her. She thinks, for the rest of her life, she will look back on this moment and dissect every single second of it, that she will wish for the time machine to go back and stop herself from doing and saying so many of the things she had on the rooftop that night.

But Paige walks away.

And Azzi doesn’t do anything to stop her.

It isn’t until the morning after -when her head does finally catch up to her heart and all she can feel is that unfamiliar sting of regret- and she races into the apartment downstairs and Ice’s expression is filled with sadness and KK’s glare is filled with accusation, that she finds out just how far Paige had gone away from her and Azzi realizes, she’s just a little too late.

***

June 2033

There’s a redhead and a brunette, holding hands and chatting quietly as they wait outside the school. The two women are clearly entrenched in their own world -sharing those warm gazes and bright smiles that Azzi’s just a little too familiar with- blissfully unaware that they are currently being stared at. Actually, perhaps glared at is a more accurate statement because there’s a clear tinge of envy running down Azzi’s spine as her eyes remain laser-focused on the scene in front of her. She hadn’t meant to be doing this of course -nobody really plans to come to pick up their daughter from school and somehow end up stink-eying said daughter’s friends parents for being too in love. But as fate would have it, somehow from where she’s parked, Azzi has a perfect view of Anya, infamous Mommy and Mama.

They’re sickeningly cute.

And Azzi fucking hates them.

It’s unfair of her to feel this way; she knows that. But watching them lead the life she’d always imagined for herself, is more difficult now than it ever has been when Azzi had seen them before in passing. Back then, it was just a dull ache of something she craved but knew she’d turned away herself. But now- now she’s had a taste of that life; had gotten to live it out -even if just for a second- with the girl she’d always dreamed of living it with. Until one night and a series of revelations had snatched it all away, and now Azzi’s left with nothing but the bitter feeling of waiting to see if she’ll get that back forever or if it had really only ever been meant to be a fleeting moment in her life.

A sigh of longing escapes her as she watches Anya go rushing into her mothers’ arms, the two of them catching her in perfect sync. She has the resentful urge to scoff at the scene. It’s all so goddamn dramatic for three people who see each other every day. Except Azzi’s mind is filled with memories that are almost exact replicas of the scene in front of her; just with different faces.

“Hi Mama,” it isn’t until the backdoor opens and Stephie’s voice fills the car that Azzi finally tears her eyes away from Anya’s family.

“Hey baby,” she choruses back, turning around in her seat to make sure her daughter is buckling herself in correctly, “how was your day?”

“It was okay,” Stephie shrugs and Azzi feels her heart plummet at how nonchalant the little girl sounds. She misses the sound of her daughter ranting about just how booooring school is, and thinks she wouldn’t even try to reprimand her if Stephie deemed school useless like she used to. Azzi just wants her ball of sunshine, talks-a-mile-per-minute child back because this meek, quiet little girl in the back feels like a shell of who Stephie used to be.

“You excited for Mama’s game tonight?” Azzi presses as she starts to back out of the parking lot, almost relieved when it seems to cause Stephie to sit up a little straighter.

“You’re- you’re playing the Liberty right?” the little girl asks quietly, “that’s- that’s where Miss Buecks wanna go? New York?”

Azzi freezes at the question, trying to keep her hands steady on the wheel as she hums in agreement.

“They’re a good team right? Lots of champ-ships and stuff?” Stephie continues.

“Yeah,” Azzi clears her throat, “it’s uh- it’s definitely gonna be a good game.”

“Anya’s Grammy and Grandpa live in New York. Not the city-city but close to it,” Stephie says after a moment, “Anya says New York’s really nice. She’s been there lots and lots of times to see her Grammy and Grandpa forChristmas. And she- she says when she went, it snowed lots and lots.”

Despite herself Azzi smiles as her mind drifts to memories of cold Northeast winters. For the most part, they had been filled with dreary chills and darky rainy days. But then amidst it all, there had been a couple rare days of snow and when she’d been at UConn, her teammates had taken full advantage. And just like most of her memories of those years, Paige is front and center of these ones too. The blonde had never been nearly as enamored with the snow as Azzi was, and she definitely wasn’t enamored by it at seven in the morning when the brunette would wake her up squealing that it had in fact snowed and the world around them was white. Despite her grumbling, Paige had still let Azzi bundle the both of them up in winter clothes and drag her outside. And her faux irritated expression hds slowly morphed into one of admiration as she’d flicked the snow off the younger girl’s eyelashes, pulling her closer by her scarf because Azzi I’m so cold, you have to kiss me to keep me warm baby.

“We don’t get snow here,” Stephie says thoughtfully, unaware of the path down memory lane her mother had just taken.

“No, no we don’t,” Azzi says, almost wistfully.

“It would- it would be nice to live somewhere with lots of snow,” Stephie ponders out loud and her mother’s eyes widen as she starts to understand where this is going, “like- like in New York.”

“We could- we could have snowball fight and make snowmen like Mr. Olaf and snow angels and everything else you do in snow,” the little girl’s voice gets increasingly more and more high-pitched in excitement, “it would be so fun Mama.”

“Steph-”

“And Anya said that- that- that- she’d even visit me like she visits her Grammy and Grandpa. She promised Mama, she promised she’d come see me if I lived in New York-”

“Honey no,” Azzi cuts her daughter off heartbrokenly, “we are not going to live in New York.

“But Mama, Miss Buecks-”

“Stephie stop-”

“No Mama listen,” Stephie protests indignantly, “Mama what if- what if Miss Buecks really needs to be in New York. What if it’s impo-tant. And that’s- that’s why she can’t stay here. With us. Not cause she doesn’t want to but cause she can’t. But Mama just because Miss Buecks can’t say doesn’t mean we can’t go Mama.”

“Sweetheart-”

“And you- you just said the Liberty is a good team and you’re such a good player Mama. I think you’d be good on their team too. And I- I really, really like the Valk-ries and I would really miss Aunty J and Aunty Tessie and Aunty Joy but if you- if you and Miss Buecks played for the Liberty- I know I’d like them too. And I’m sure Nana and Pops and Uncle Jon and Uncle Jose and Aunty Tully would come visit us lots and lots and I wouldn’t even miss them lots cause they’d visit so much. I just know it. It could work Mama- I know it could.”

“Stephanie,” Azzi's voice is louder than she’d meant it to be as she pulls onto their street, “sweetheart, we are not moving to New York.”

“But Mama-” the little girl whines.

“No Stephie. That’s just-” Azzi swallows the sob stuck in her throat, “that’s now how the world works.”

“But what if I want it to work that way?” Stephie asks softly with all the innocence of a five-year old as she meets her mother’s eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Oh baby,” Azzi’s so caught up in her daughter’s earnest wishful thinking that she doesn’t even notice there’s another oh-so-familiar car parked in her driveway until she almost crashes into it.

“That’s Miss Buecks car,” Stephie whispers softly, craning her neck to get a better view. Her eyes widen in tandem with her mother’s as they both catch sight of the same thing at the same time.

It’s Paige.

Paige, whose eyes are sunken in and red-rimmed. Paige, whose hair is tossed back into a messy bun -looking like it’s been in that same one for days- with little loose strands falling out of it. Paige, whose entire body is hunched over as she sits on their front porch, holding a grey hoodie close to her chest. Paige, whose hands are fidgeting with themselves because she can never sit still, especially when she’s nervous. Paige, who looks up just as Azzi parks her car -whose staring at the both of them like they’re still her everything. Paige, who despite it all, still looks like the most beautiful woman in the world.

Paige, who’s here.

It’s Stephie who recovers from the shock of seeing Paige first, the click of her seatbelt being unclasped pulling Azzi out of her own trance. The little girl pushes her door open, getting out of her car seat with quickness as she stumbles out of the car.

“Careful sweetheart,” Azzi calls out immediately but Stephie isn't listening, already rushing up the pathway as Paige -her expression hopeful- stands up at the sight of the child running towards.

It isn’t until Stephie hesitates, coming to a halt just a couple of meters away from Paige, that Azzi draws in a deep breath and gets out of the car herself. Unlike her daughter, her steps are much slower, her movement hesitant and guarded. She knows this is it; knows that this is when all that waiting she’s done in the past few weeks will finally be over, that Paige is either here to fulfill a dream or to start a nightmare.

Azzi walks up the pathway until she’s right behind Stephie, one of her hands instinctively reaching out to hold her daughter’s shoulder, conveying two messages. One to Stephie, a promise that no matter what happens now, she’ll still always have Azzi. The other to Paige is an unspoken message from a protective mother, silently begging her that if she is here to break their hearts, to break Stephie’s gently.

“Hi,” Paige’s voice is croaky when she speaks, her eyes flickering nervously between the mother and daughter in front of her.

Azzi clears her throat, willing herself to reply, “hey,” she pauses, continuing only when the older woman keeps her own mouth shut, shuffling her feet nervously, “do you- do you want to come in?”

“Yes,” Paige says, her cheeks reddening at how quickly the word leaves her mouth and that almost makes Azzi smile.

She nods at the older woman, her hand travelling from Stephie’s shoulder to instead hold her hand as they walk up the steps together. Azzi’s shoulder brushes against Paige’s as she moves past the blonde to open her door and electricity courses through her veins. From the way Paige gasps, the brunette is sure she must’ve felt it too. It crackles in the air as Azzi unlocks the door, her brain feeling foggy at the mere feeling of having Paige so close after so long.

The three of them walk quietly towards the living room, Stephie’s hands still clasped in Azzi’s and Paige following closely behind them. The little girl’s grip is tight and despite how young she is, Azzi knows just how perceptive Stephie is. She’s just as aware of this moment as the adults are, realizes it just as much as they do, that they’ve reached a crossroad and the path they take -a path determined by whatever Paige chooses- will shape their future together or apart.

“I um- I- well- the thing is- I-,” Paige breaks the silence first, stuttering over her words before letting out a soft sigh She closes her eyes for a second and when she opens them, there are little droplets of water on the edges of her eyelashes.

“I really missed you guys,” she confesses in a whisper, her voice breaking throughout.

There’s a second of silence as her words linger in the air and Azzi feels Stephie’s hand slip away from her own and the little girl almost stumbles over her own feet as she races towards Paige, the older woman’s arms immediately opening to catch her and as she kneels down to pull Stephie into her her chest. It’s like the blonde’s confession had broken a dam, and the water that came rushing through it, had washed away the last little bit of pretence of nonchalance that Stephie had been holding onto.

For the last few weeks, every time Azzi’s little girl had seen Paige, be it when she accompanied her mother to a practice or when she was on the sidelines at a game, Stephie had ignored the blonde, maintaining the same angry façade as the one she’d had the morning after that night. But Azzi had seen that resolve weaken over time; had seen Stephie’s eyes linger just a little bit longer on Miss Buecks with that familiar look of yearning. And Azzi had known that resolve was almost completely gone, in the car, when Stephie had all but begged her to consider moving to New York if that was the only way they were going to be able to keep Paige in their lives.

She feels her own set of tears prickling in her eyes as she takes in the scene in front of her. Stephie’s face is pressed into Paige’s neck, the blonde has one arm wrapped around the little girl’s waist and the other other gently brushing through her hair. Their grip on each other is tight with barely any space for air between them, tears freely streaming down both of their faces.

“I missed you too Miss Buecks,” Stephie sobs and Azzi notices the way Paige’s hold on her tightens at the familiar nickname, “missed you so much.”

“Me too Stephie-bean,” Paige affirms as she coaxes the little girl’s face out of her neck, cupping it in her hands, “I’m so sorry sweetheart. So, so, sorry. I missed you so, so, so, so much,” she says, punctuating each word with a kiss to Stephie’s face in between.

“Miss Buecks,” Stephie looks down nervously, her fingers playing with the collar of Paige’s t-shirt, “can me and Mama come to New York with you?”

“Stephie!” Azzi exclaims as Paige’s eyes widen.

“Wh-what?” the blonde asks softly as she searches the little girl’s face in confusion.

“I don’t want you to go,” Stephie says quietly, “but if you have to- then can we come with you?”

“Oh sweetheart,” there’s disbelief in Paige’s tone, something almost akin to awe as she tilts Stephie’s chin to make the little girl look back at her.

“My friend Anya says New York’s nice,” Stephie rambles, repeating what she’d been telling her mother in the car, “and-and-and she says there’s lots and lots of snow and I told Mama that I think it will be nice to live in lots and lots of snow. Mama hasn’t said yest,” the little girl briefly looks back at Azzi with a sheepish look on her face before turning back to Paige, “but I know- I know we could cov-ince her because Miss Buecks, Mama’s missed you so, so, so much too.”

“Has she?” Paige asks, her eyes flickering to Azzi who’s trying desperately to keep her face neutral as she keeps her own gaze firmly fixated on a picture of her daughter on top of the mantle.

“She has,” Stephie confirms, before using a finger against the older woman’s cheek to get her to return her attention back to her, “so can we come with you? Please.”

Paige slowly tucks a strand of hair behind the child’s ears as she shakes her head, “no.”

“N-no?” Stephie’s bottom lip trembles at the rejection, “why not? Why can’t we go to New York with you?”

“Because nobody’s going to New York, Stephie-bean,” Paige says firmly and Azzi’s eyes shoot towards the blonde, her lips parting slightly as she processes the meaning behind her words, her heart beginning to race with anticipation.

“Nobody?” Stephie repeats as a question, her little voice filled with hope.

Instead of answering, Paige grabs the grey hoodie she’d brought with her that had fallen to the ground. She gently un-scrunches it, holding out the sleeve of it for Stephie to look at. Azzi cranes her head curiously to get a better look of it, squinting her eyes when she notices something written in washed-out black ink.

“You probably don’t remember this because you were a lot littler when it happened,” there’s a teasing smile of Paige’s face as she uses the incorrect word, “but the first time you ever spoke to me properly, you told me, that your Mama says that one day, you’re gonna be an even better basketball player than she is.”

Stephie beams, “Mama says I’m gonna be the best in the world today.”

Paige chuckles, “I believe it and I believed it then too. That’s why,” she points down at the hoodie, her fingers brushing over the material so delicately, like it’s one of her most treasured possessions, “that’s why I had you sign my hoodie.”

“You asked for my auto-graph?” Stephie’s eyes glint and perhaps she doesn’t quite remember what Paige is talking about exactly, but Azzi can tell that it’s stirred up recollections of something.

“Yeah- yeah I did. And you said, ‘silly Miss Buecks, I’m not famous’ and I said, ‘but if you’re as good at basketball as you say you are, then one day, you will be. Just like me and your Mama.’ And I meant it. You’re gonna be so- so great one day sweetheart. I know you are,” Paige says with conviction as her thumbs lightly caressing Stephie’s cheeks, “and I- I wanna be right here every step of the way, I wanna be right here to watch you grow up and become the great player -the great woman- that you’re destined to be.”

“You mean it?” Stephie asks, her eyes shining with a fresh new set of tears.

Paige nods, delicately wiping her thumbs under the little girl’s lower eyelid, “I do. I wanna be here, with you and- and your Mama,” she raises her head toward Azzi, mustering a watery smile, “I want to stay. Forever. If you’ll have me.”

Azzi lets out a staggered breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as her eyes remain locked with Paige’s. And suddenly, after eight years spent feeling unfulfilled -eight years spent with this constant sense of being incomplete-, hearing Paige finally say she wants to stay forever, feels a little bit like as if that missing part of Azzi has finally returned back to where it rightfully belongs.

A loud squeal echoes throughout the living room as Stephie leaps back into Paige’s arms, a large smile stretching the length of her whole face as she buries her face back into the crevice between the blonde’s shoulder and her neck.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the little girl chirps excitedly, “of course we’ll have you. Of course, of course, of course,” Stephie says in delight before she turns herself slightly in Paige’s grasp, arms still around the other woman’s neck as she looks imploringly at Azzi, “right Mama?”

Azzi doesn’t say anything, pursing her lips as she tears her gaze away from the two people in front of her.

“Mama?” Stephie presses.

“Give me a second Stephie-bean,” Paige whispers to the little girl, bumping her head against her temple.

From the corner of her eyes, Azzi watches as the blonde disentangles herself from Stephie, before slowly getting to her feet and walking towards the younger woman.

“Az-”

“It’s been almost three weeks-”

“It’s been two weeks, six days, five hours and around fourteen minutes,” Paige shrugs, a hint of a smile playing on her face, “give or take a few minutes.

Azzi continues to look away from her, trying to keep her face devoid of emotion, “still took you a really long time to decide you were gonna stay.”

“Well I’m an idiot,” Paige says matter-of-factly and Stephie snickers behind her, “you know me Az. Sometimes these things- they take me a little while to understand.”

“I told you we wouldn’t wait forever,” Azzi says softly.

“I didn’t make you wait forever,” Paige reaches out to gently grab her chin between her thumb and index, turning the brunette’s face towards her, “just needed a little bit of time.”

“You didn’t give me time,” Azzi accuses and the blonde flinches.

“I know. I- I should’ve. Should’ve don’t a lot of things differently when it comes to us but I didn’t and I- I can’t change that but Azzi, I promise, I promise I’ll do everything right this time,” keeping one hand cupped around Azzi’s cheek, Paige uses the other to guide one of the brunette’s hands to rest against her chest, “I swear.”

Azzi swallows, feeling the quick rhythm of Paige’s heartbeat under her fingertips, “how do I know you won’t run away again?”

“Because I trust you,” the blonde whispers, “I trust you to stay and I trust you not to break my heart again. And that- that doesn’t mean that I’m not scared anymore- cause I am. Not a lot but definitely still a little bit. But someone once told me that, trusting is really scary but that maybe- maybe it would be a lot less scary, if we did together.”

“They sound like a really smart person,” Azzi bites her lip, “you should probably listen to them more often.”

Paige chuckles, “well if uh- if they give me the chance, I think I’d listen to them for the rest of my life.”

Azzi shudders and she doesn’t know if it’s from the earnestness of the words spoken or the strength of the emotions in the blonde’s gaze that’s still completely transfixed on her.

“What about New York?” she asks finally.

“I called the whole thing off,” Paige states nonchalantly, “I had Talia call Jonathan Kolb last night and I explained everything to Ohemaa this morning. Everyone’s on the same page. There is no deal anymore.”

“You-” Azzi gapes at the girl in front of her, “you- you already called the whole thing off?”

“I did,” Paige confirms, not a hint of regret in her voice, “I don’t need an escape plan.”

“You called it off before even talking to me?” Azzi asks, knitting her eyebrows together, “you didn’t even know how this was gonna go.”

“I already told you. I trust you,” Paige says simply, “I believe in us Az and I really hope you still believe in us too.”

The words are barely out of Paige’s mouth before Azzi’s crashing into her, the weight of her body sending the blonde staggering back a few steps before her hands steadily secure themselves around the younger woman’s waist. A slightly surprised gasp escapes Paige until the sound of it is stolen by Azzi pressing her lips against the older woman’s. Despite her initial surprise, Paige kisses Azzi back with equal fervor, both of them pouring the myriad of suppressed emotions between them the last few weeks into it. And it feels like a cliché, like coming home.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Paige breaks away first, eyes widening as she slowly turns around to look at Stephie who’s practically vibrating with happiness as she watches the two of them, “Stephie-”

“She already knows,” Azzi says with a slight grin, shaking her head fondly at just how joyful her little girl looks.

“You told her?” Paige looks between the mother and daughter.

Stephie smirks triumphantly, “I figured it out myself Miss Buecks.”

“Of course you did smarty pants,” Paige smiles at the little girl but Azzi knows her well enough -is still so in tune with every little bit of Paige despite the time apart- to see the small hint of disappointment behind it.

“I would’ve told her myself if she hadn’t,” Azzi says quietly and Paige turns back around to face her.

“What?”

“I love you,” Azzi says and she swears no three words have ever sounded as right on her lips, as those three do, “I love you,” she repeats again and she can feel Paige’s hands shaking as they instinctively tighten their grip on her waist, “I love you so much Paige Madison Bueckers and I want everybody to know it. Stephie, our families, our friends, our teammates, the whole world. I love you and I never wanna hide that. I want everybody to know that you’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”

A strangled sob escapes Paige’s mouth as she presses her forehead against Azzi’s, “I love you too. I love you, so, so, so much. I’ve loved you since the beginning and I’m gonna love you till the very end. Forever.”

Their lips meet in a searing kiss and it’s unclear if they’re both crying more or giggling more, as they hold each other as tightly as possible. And this isn’t their first kiss, far from it- far closer to being their millionth or so- but still it feels like a fresh new start, a brand new love story but with that same old special, all-consuming, forevermore love that has always connected them to each other. The one that had never gone away, no matter how long they’d been apart.

“Ahem, ahem,” an exaggerated cough breaks them apart and the two of them turn their heads at the same time to see Stephie looking dramatically at them, her hands on her hips.

“So, Mama loves Miss Buecks and Miss Buecks loves Mama. What about Stephie?” she pouts, exaggeratedly stomping her foot.

Paige and Azzi both laugh, removing themselves from each other just enough to crouch down and open their arms out for Stephie, beckoning for her to join their embrace. The little girl’s attempt at a sour expression is immediately replaced by a cheerful grin as she runs into their arms, tiny hands somehow managing to wrap around both of their necks.

“You know we love you the most Stephie,” Paige whispers into the little girl’s hair, who lets out a content sigh as she burrows herself further into the two women’s arms.

Azzi hums in agreement, closing her eyes as she leans her head against her daughter’s, feeling Paige’s fingers intertwine with her behind Stephie’s back. And then it’s quiet for a while, nothing but the sound of the three of them breathing and their hearts beating together in sync. Azzi feels at peace, her mind completely calm, no longer overthinking anything.

Because now she finally has everything.

Paige, Stephie, and the promise of a world the three of them can build together, it’s everything.

#pazzi #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #wcbb

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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“You were right about the mac and cheese,” you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin.

S glances over with a smile. “You liked it?”

“Sure do,” you tap the side of the plate. “But it’s too much for me. I could save the rest.”

“Sure,” he gets up and crosses the room. He moves the cover back over your dish.

“Oh, thank,” you say as you set the used napkin on the tray. You quickly catch a yawn in your hands. “Oof, I’m sorry. Woke up early for the doctor.” You rub your eyes and blink at him. “I’m not very fun company, am I?”

“You’re... calming,” he says. “All the people I deal with... they’re always performing.” He tilts his head and gives a sardonic look. “It’s been nice to get away.”

“Must be. Even to somewhere like here,” you swallow another yawn, blinking big until your eyes water. You flick away the moisture.

“You made it worth it,” he lingers close. “If you’re tired, lay down. I don’t mind.”

“That’s not fair,” you try not to show how tempting the offer is. “Coming over just to knock out.”

“Go ahead. I’ve barely used the bed,” he points to the open French doors that lead to the bedroom. “I tend to sleep in intervals.” He clucks. “Buddy calls it strategic napping.”

“Can’t be very restful,” you say.

“Guess not but sometimes I don’t have eight hours to spare,” he taps his toe. “Please, go lay down. You look beat.”

You give a sheepish smile. Why does he care so much? Another thorn digs in.

“S?”

“You been caring for your mom. Let me care for you,” he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes. He slowly draws away.

You look down, “twist my arm.” You stand up slowly. “Don’t let me sleep too long. Just an hour or two.”

“Alright,” he agrees. “I’ll get some work done.”

You hesitantly move around him. It’s awkward. It’s just another thing you’re taking from him. His bed, his time... Won’t he get tired of that sooner than later?

You stop and turn back to him.

“S?”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he glances at his phone, his eyes crinkling at what he reads.

“Can I... give you a hug?”

He puts his phone on the table and faces you. “You don’t gotta ask.”

He opens his arms. You slowly unfold yours and step closer. It felt like a good idea but now it’s a bit... tense. You wrap your arms around him and he closes you in his. You shiver at the warmth seeping from him into you.

“Thank you,” you press your cheek to his chest. “Really, I can’t say it enough.”

He keeps one arm firmly hooked around you as his other hand rubs your back. The soothing motion makes your skin prickle. He squeezes.

“No problem, sweetie.” He rocks you slightly.

You stay like that, too embarrassed and too afraid to break too soon.

“Alright, I think... I might fall asleep on my feet,” you ease from his hold and his hands brush along the robe as he pulls back.

“Yeah, go, sleep,” he pivots away. “I gotta answer this before he sends another damn email.”

He snatches up his phone and turns away. He mutters under his breath. You back up and watch how his shirt tautens across his shoulders. You spin and tiptoe into the bedroom.

You can worry when you wake up. Right now, you’re just too tired to keep track of all your doubts.

🦋

You wake with a start. You’re on your stomach, arm beneath the pillow you have your face buried in. Your head is cloudy as you lift it and your lashes stick together before you can pry them apart. You roll over and the sight of the dark window sends you into a panic.

You kick away the blankets and scramble out of bed. You hurry to the doors, the left one left open just a crack, and you pull it open. S sits at the table, a pair of glasses on as he has a laptop open. You have no time to process the seen as you scurry out.

“S, it’s late,” you cheep. “Why did you let me sleep so long?”

He calmly looks up and smooths the creases from his forehead. He pushes his shoulders wide and takes of his glasses. He puts them beside the keyboard of the table.

“I tried to wake you up,” he says. “You were so tired. I could get you to do more than roll over...”

His voice trails off as his eyes fall down. You follow his gaze. Shoot. The robe hangs open, exposing your naked legs. You quickly pull it around you, hot from your accusation and accidental flash.

“Um, I’m sorry to... I didn’t... I...” You sputter.

“You slept heavy. Probably a bit disorienting waking up here. You’re not used to it,” he shrugs. “I really did try but... seems like you needed the sleep.”

“Right, I... it was nice but...”

“You can call your mom. Let her know maybe you got backed up at your new job?” He suggests coolly. He’s a fast thinker. You’re a terrible liar. The type that adds too much detail when a simple explanation will do.

“Sure, I can let her know I’m gonna be home soon.” You agree and look around.

You find your phone on the arm of the sofa. You don’t remember leaving it there but you can’t really remember when you last had it. You take it and head for the bedroom.

“You can always stay. It’s pretty late.”

“What would I tell her? I’m working overnight?”

“You’re an adult, aren’t you?” He challenges.

You flinch.

“Sure, but... no, I should go home. She needs me.”

“Uh huh,” he picks his glasses back up and exhales. “Well, now she’s not the only one that does.”

You blink as your brow crinkles. You turn away before he can catch you chagrined expression. You go into the bedroom and lean on the bed as you dial out.

Your mom doesn’t pick up. You sniff as the tone for the voicemail beeps. “Hey mom, sorry I didn’t message sooner. I got tied up. Anyway, I’ll be home soon...love you.”

You hang up and drop your arm. You stare at the window. You don’t remember anything, not even your dreams. Not even him trying to get you up. You’re embarrassed to hink about that.

You go back out.

“Um, I’ll need my pants,” you say sheepishly.

“Hung them up in the bathroom,” he says without looking away from the computer. His posture is tense.

“Look, I’m sorry if... i wasn’t meaning to accuse you--”

“I’ve been really honest with you,” he says. “I’d say extremely. Not a lot of people would be so transparent. You know, a guy like me, he’s supposed to have an easy life. Well, it’s not.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, I just wish you would trust me.”

You stand in static silence. The guilt ripples over you. Not only has he been honest, he’s been so generous. You think of today and how he so easily promised all of that money. Even after when you showed him the pamphlet, showed him how tedious it would all be. He said yes.

“I will. I do,” you say at last. “Um, one sec.”

You cross the room to the bathroom and dip inside. You open the robe and hang it and pull on your pants. You can still feel the residue of rain in them. Oh well.

You come back out. “I can call a cab. You seem busy.”

“I’ll drive,” he assures you as he closes the laptop. “Told you, I’m taking care of you. Of everything.”

“I know. Thank you so much.” You clasp your hands together. “Really, S, I can’t say it enough.”

He slides his glasses off again and stands up. He puts them in the case behind the computer and snaps it shut. He stretches his arms over him.

“Come back tomorrow,” he says. “I made us some reservations.”

“Reservations?” You repeat. “Well, S, I... I’ve been calling in and... if I keep doing that--”

“Quit.” He looks agitated. “You don’t need those jobs. That’s the deal. I’m gonna cover everything.”

You nod as your stomach stirs. “Oh.”

“Oh?” His mouth slants. “It’s what we’ve been talking about. You working all the time, well, I got a lot going on. We’d never get to see each other and I mean, I’ve already missed a lot too.”

You chew your lip. “I’m sorry. I misunderstood.”

“It’s new. For both of us. I get it,” he softens his tone and comes closer. “You’re so used to working and doing everything, it’s hard to let go. I’m the same way.”

“Yeah...” you murmur. “I’m really sorry if I upset you, S."

“You didn’t,” he assures you as he reaches to caress your arm. “You can’t. I just... I get in work mode and the boss face comes out.” He chuckles and slips his hand across your back and angles you toward the door, “let’s get you home. I promise, I’ll try to get more than just a few hours before tomorrow.”

🦋

You watch the streetlights pass, the glare tinging your eyes, tweaking the fatigue still nestled behind them. You yawn as the car whirs softly. It’s almost peaceful in the empty streets.

S drives smoothly through the town. He knows it better now. He keeps to the speed limit, taking his time. Or maybe he’s just tired.

He rolls up to your building and shifts into park. He sighs. “I’ll miss you.”

You look at him, “really? I feel like I kind of overstayed my welcome.”

“Trust me, you can’t,” he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he twists in his. “You not having fun?”

“No, of course, it’s just new and... I guess I’m not used to it yet. The... trying not to worry part. My mom is still...” you shake your head. “I’m going to stop that.” You look at him. “S, thank you. Really. I did have a good day even if I slept for most of it.”

“You needed that,” he says as his hand slips onto your shoulder. “You, more than anyone, has every right to be tired.” His thumb rubs you. “Sweetheart, we’re just adjusting to each other and that’s fine.”

“Sure,” you flutter your fingers in your lap. “Right, just... gotta be patient.”

“Yeah, patient,” his hand inches closer to your neck. “Sweetheart... can I ask you something?”

“Okay,” you try not to focus on his touch but your skin is all speckly from it.

“Can I have a kiss?”

Your lips part slightly. You close them quickly. You’re surprised but you shouldn’t be. Deep down, you know it’s inevitable. Despite what he says, you have that gnawing certainty in your head. You can’t just keep taking. And it’s going to be more than just a kiss, isn’t it?

Right now, you can do a kiss.

“Um,” your cheeks tauten and burn. “S-sure. I can--”

“Only if you really want to,” he pets your neck with his knuckles. “But I can tell you I really, really want to.”

You take a breath and undo your seat belt. You’re slow and deliberate in your movement as you angle around in the chair. His hand opens and cradles your jaw, fingers framing your ear. He leans in and you meet him across the space between your sets.

Your lips meat and his heat floods into you. His fingers curl against your head and he hums. His tongue pokes out gently and you resist. Your chest is somersaulting.

You part and sit back in the chair. You put your hand to your chest. “I’m sorry, it’s just—been a while.” You look down and cover your mouth. You drop your hand. “Was that... okay?”

“It was... great,” he rasps. “And uh, been a while for me too.”

“Really?” You glance at him, face alight with self-consciousness.

“Oh, sure. Like I said... haven’t been out on the dating scene much. When I’ve tried, well, It’s just not... genuine, you know?” He clucks and pokes his tongue into his cheek. He smiles and looks you in the eye. “That was perfect. I’ll be thinking about it all night.”

“You will?”

“Of course,” he winks. “What about you?”

Your cheeks pinch and you smile. It’s been a long time since you felt anything but anxiety and doom. That was something else. You can’t quite explain what. It just wasn’t as scary as you thought. You need one thing that isn’t utterly terrifying.

“Yeah, I think...” you look away. “It’s... it was nice.”

“Good,” he drags his hand down your arm. “Well, have a good night.”

“You too,” you grab your purse and pull on the door handle. “Oh, what time tomorrow?”

“Let me know, sweetie, I don’t need you til noon,” he answers.

“Cool, um, bye.”

You get out and walk towards the yellow light above the building entrance. You stop to look back. He’s still there. You’re glad. You hate being out this late.

You enter the apartment quietly. The front room light is on. You put your stuff down and sanitize your hands. You find your mother on the couch, sleeping as she hugs a pillow.

You hope she wasn’t waiting up for you. All that fuzziness fades. The dull weight settles back into your chest.

You tiptoe around, careful not to wake her. You know she doesn’t get as much sleep as she should. You retreat to your room and flick on the light.

You plug in your phone as the battery flashes. As you pull off your shirt, you hear something. A soft whisper. You go to the hamper and peer through the mesh. The butterflies. Two of them have hatches and they’re happily fluttering around inside.

You smile. A real smile. They’re so beautiful. Black, red, and white. And they’re alive. It was taking so long, you thought they wouldn’t break free.

You’ll have to find some fruit in the fridge to leave in there for them until you can release them. First, you’re going to take a photo. Everyone will be so excited to see.

You get a good shot through the top before they try to escape. You’ll have to go down to the cafe to post in the morning. You really can’t wait to show S.

You sit on your bed and watch the butterflies. It’s a sign, isn’t it? Not everything is dead. It’s not over. Maybe, things are just beginning.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #butterflygirl738 #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #au #captain america #avengers

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alphajocklover · 3 months ago

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what do you think about nerd jock hybrids where a nerd is forced to join the football team where his nerd body is turn into a jocks body but remain fairly nerdy in manner, an intellectual at heart but have the body & confidence of a jock

No offense man, but I think you maaaay have read just a few to many of these stories. While many of the people who get transformed into jocks end up like the stereotype, dumb, cocky and toxic, but in reality there are plenty of people who have both brains and brawn. Not to mention, I have actually transformed someone into a jock and let them keep their mind before. Actually I didn’t transform them, but I did report on their transformation. They were one of the rare people to find the revert mind setting in instaJock, something I think the Master put there specifically to mess with people. From what I know now he’s doing pretty good now. Their new body left them with some startling new urges and a manly musk he can’t quite cover up, but they’ve been able to overcome that and put both their body and mind to good use. He and I became pretty good friends, and last I heard he was talking about becoming an astronaut. But I should probably stop with the update and get down to brass tacks. What you’re really asking is if it’s possible for you to become a smart jock, and I’m happy to tell you that it is! While making someone into a stereotype is easier, it's not that hard to change a few things, and I’m certain at least someone in the tf community could give you the body and the confidence without the intelligence loss. The only thing we really need to do is decide how. Normally I’d go over the options, but I’ll admit I’m not sure if any of the tf methods I’ve mentioned so far would really work. Lucky for you, I have a couple new tf methods that I haven’t even used yet that I’ll let you choose from! Your first option is, well, steroids. I know, steroids will make your muscles grow, what a shock! But these are special steroids, ones from the future. I had to take another trip there recently, and picked these up. It turns out steroids get a lot stronger in the next 30 years or so. They don’t have as many negative side effects as regular steroids, and work much faster, but there is a bit of a downside. Mainly anger. Yes, while the balding and acne is no longer an issue, roid rage still is. The difference is its less of sudden burst of rage, and more of a permanent alteration to your personality. You’ll become more aggressive and competitive, more manly and possibly a little toxic. You won’t get any dumber, but you will change. So if you're not one for anger and competition, you might need to pick another one.

Your other option is a piece of candy. As I’ve mentioned before there are a lot of transformation companies out there, and one of my personal favorites has to be Conversion Candy. It's a pretty small shop, one that sells a variety of magical and delicious products, including Himbo Cotton Candy, Muscle bear gummy bears, and Beefy Bull Choco-bites. Personally I’d recommend their version of M&Ms, Muscles and Mind, since those let you get buff and confident while keeping your mind. The only caveat is that they, like every treat from Conversion Candy, are temporary, so you’d have to buy some every week. If you want it to be a one and done type of deal, we need the other option.

So, steroids or sweets? The choice is yours. Either way, I hope you enjoy a life of both beef and brains. Not a lot of people get that, and to be honest not a lot can handle it. Good luck.

#muscle growth tf #muscle tf #jock tf #jock transformation #jockification #smart jock tf #nerd to jock

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graciescott27 · 2 months ago

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call an uber on your way out! - o. aiku

cw: Oliver Aiku x uptight Head of PR! reader, pet names (sweetheart, doll, pretty, baby), alcohol use, language, smut, p in v, fingering, mocking, boob play, dub-con possibly? (she’s drunk and he’s barely tipsy)

this got way too long and I’m gonna cry if it does bad (new to writing smut)

mdni!

wc: 3.8k

The first thing you learned when you became the head of PR for the Ubers football club was that trying to make a bunch of weird guys look good in the media was hard. The second thing you learned was that Oliver Aiku was a slut.

He was by far your most problematic player, even with Barou on the team. Sure, Aiku was at least was charismatic and outgoing, but that didn’t do much to make your job easier. He just did some weird shit. After all of the leaked text chats and cheating scandals you had to cover up, you were getting tired of his nonsense. At least Barou kept to himself. Granted, that was why keeping up his image was difficult, but Aiku’s charm did the same.

The worst part of the whole affair? He thought that he could actually win you over. Niko had “warned” you about this whole bet he had with Sendo over whether or not he’d be able to sleep with you by the end of the season. Could he seriously make your job any harder?

When you were briefing the team on sponsorship updates, his eyes never left you. It was growing obnoxious, and maybe even just a bit unnerving.

“Okay, Sendou, I’m working on finalizing your Nike campaign, but it should be finalized by the end of the week and the shoot should be somewhere between next Tuesday and Friday. I’ll get dates to you as soon as possible,” you directed, reading back over the notes you had written down about their sponsorships. “Aryu, the hair care ad has been doing well so far, I’ll send over statistics. Aiku, I went ahead and turned down the Calvin Klein offer. Knew that wouldn’t be something you’d be into.”

He raised a brow, holding in a snort. “Seriously?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scrambled to find a fake apology, an exaggerated frown on your lips. “Would you have wanted to do that?”

He shook his head, an amused grin on his face. At least he was amused. “If you think that’s what’s best.”

You scoffed and turned away from him. You still had ten minutes left to finish your briefing. That was enough time. You ran through the rest of your notes as quickly as you could, and dismissed everyone once you were done.

The universe apparently didn’t want to let you off that easy, though, because Aiku began to walk toward you just as you were packing up your papers.

“Hey, hey. Sweetheart. I have a question,” he began. He still had that annoying, cocky grin on his lips. The amused glint in his eyes didn’t help much, either.

“Sweetheart? In the 21st century?” you scoffed. No way in hell were you going to let him see you crack from a few small compliments. If Nikko was right — which he normally was when it came to something stupid his teammates were doing — then you weren’t going to make it easy for Aiku.

He gives you an unimpressed stare. He was still smiling, though. That was no good. You needed him to at least fake a pout and walk away to be satisfied.

So, you continued your mocking. “Which war did you fight in, again?”

“Okay,” he nodded, holding his hands up in surrender, “be nice.”

You scoffed. “Being nice is for lame people who like their jobs.”

“Oh, so you don’t like being around a hot guy all day?” he snorted.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve heard someone call Barou hot before, but yeah, I guess he-“

“Doll,” he gave a teasing pout. Now you were one step closer to getting him to leave you alone. “Come on. I know that you know I was talking about myself.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call you hot, either,” you shook your head, a small, faux innocent smile on your face. Trying to maintain appearances might have been the only reason you hadn’t snapped on him yet.

“Wow. You’re a lot meaner today than normal.”

“Well, I just started tolerating you this week and you’re treading on very thin ice right now,” you tsk-ed.

Nikko groaned from across the room. “You started to like him after the bet?”

“Shut up,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

Aiku raised a brow. “Oh? After the bet, huh?”

So it *was* real. It wasn’t like you doubted Nikko that much, or that you had enough faith in Aiku’s character to think that he wouldn’t do something like that, you just found it… odd. He was so adamant on something that you clearly weren’t going to allow. His determination was admirable, sure, but it was idiotic.

“Gross,” you crinkled your nose at the thought. “No, that’s not what I meant.”

“You’ve thought it at least once, though.”

Oh, God. His smirk had returned. That wasn’t good for your case at all. If he was enjoying himself, there was no way he was going to let go of the topic.

“Absolutely not,” you argued.

“So you wouldn’t be interested in getting drinks with me and Sendou tonight?”

Your arms were crossed by that point. “I don’t drink.”

“I saw you drinking straight from a wine bottle in your office three weeks ago.”

Maybe the fact that you had actually done that made matters just a bit worse for you.

“I ran out of clean water bottles,” you scoffed internally at yourself for the lame excuse.

He looked so cocky at that and you knew he was trying not to laugh. “So you used an empty wine bottle as a replacement?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you even have an empty wine bottle on hand if you don’t drink?” he raised a brow.

And that was how you got coerced into going to a bar with Aiku and Sendou.

It took you about five minutes to regret your decision. The first mishap of the night happened before you even got to the bar. Work ended much later for you than normal, and Aiku was in such a rush that he wouldn’t let you go home to change before heading out. So you were left to sit on a sticky bartop stool in your nice pencil skirt, rolling up the sleeve to your button up so you weren’t completely suffocated.

The second mishap led to you attempting to run off and find wherever Sendou had wandered off to. You spotted one of your more recent ex hookups stumbling through the bar. You had met him through a mutual friend, and that friend had informed you not too long ago that he was still broken up over you “forgetting” to call him back. It wasn’t like you had been planning on starting anything with him. He worked a minimum wage job, and you could access a professional athlete with ease (not like you would want to, though). Why would you go for someone so uninteresting when you could have someone else who was miles better by comparison?

The third mishap of the night happened when you were walking away from the bartop and he noticed you. He recognized you, despite how clearly drunk he was (which you found more disturbing than flattering) and he made a beeline in your direction. Deviating from your original plan to just find Sendou, you rushed to the bathroom and settled for hiding in the line. Aiku had been sitting next to you earlier, but after just a few minutes he was gone. At the time, you had been thrilled that he decided to leave you alone. Now, though, you were starting to think that it would have saved you some worry to have him beside you still: at least he would scare off all of the other guys trying to make passes at you — or in the current circumstance, hunting you down and following you.

You waited in line for the bathroom for seven minutes, despite not actually needing to go. Aiku truly knew how to pick a popular place. The moment you saw him again, you were going to tell him that you were getting a cab back to your apartment. You could still find it in yourself to be courteous enough to warn him before you abandoned ship. Unfortunately, that time never came because of mishap number four.

You had figured that wasting that much time in line was enough to get your ex off of your back. It was a bit horrifying to be tracked by a man whose name you had already forgotten. You tried to find your previous seat again, only to learn that it had been taken by some blonde girl wearing a dress that barely covered anything. Gross. Now you had to turn around and find somewhere in the overcrowded bar to sit down for five minutes. You probably would have been better off in the bathroom.

You tripped over someone’s foot and stumbled back into another person. Quickly regaining your balance, you turned around, giving a small, apologetic smile. You didn’t look up at the person’s face. “Sorry, sorry. Excuse me.”

Whoever you ran into nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

Fuuuuuck.

You recognized that voice. You had been avoiding that voice all night, actually. Before you could back away or say anything else, though, your casual-hookup-turned-stalker spoke again.

“Never thought I’d catch you at a bar after-”

And all of a sudden, you were yanked back into someone else’s chest. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was that time.

“Don’t think she’s that into drunk guys,” Aiku gave a dry laugh to the other man.

He laughed back. “Didn’t think that I was flirting.”

“Does it really matter?” You knew Oliver. You knew that he still had a carefree smirk on his face despite the situation. You knew that he had absolutely no idea who he was talking to. That should have worried you.

Finally, you looked up and saw the cold, not quite lucid look in your ex’s eyes. “I’ve been seeing her.”

“I would’ve heard about you if she was actually seeing you,” Aiku responded, his voice as smooth and casual as ever. What a cocky bastard.

“Who are you?” the other man asked. You were still blanking on his name.

“A friend.” You could practically feel him shrug. He still kept you held close to his chest, and it wasn’t as horrific of a feeling as you would have expected.

After a few more seconds of drunken processing, your hookup-turned-stalker rolled his eyes and walked off.

You turned to Aiku at last, eyes settling on his smirk. “Is there a story behind that?”

“Absolutely not,” you scoffed.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled, nodding slowly. “Sendou’s in a booth somewhere if you wanna join us.”

The only reason you followed him was because of the mention of Sendou. If there was a third party involved, maybe you would be safe from having to file a harassment claim with HR. Unfortunately for you, though, you forgot that the third-party being Sendou meant that he was probably already drunk on some cocktail with a stupid name.

After three minutes, both of them were making you beg for a cab ride home.

Aiku was on the outside of the semicircle booth, and Sendou was on the inside. That left you in the middle, being completely crushed by both of them. To deal with their obnoxious jokes and stupid drunk laughing, you started chugging straight from the bottle of Brandy sitting on the table in front of you. It seemed to drain your senses just a bit too well, though, and mishap number four happened.

You were in Oliver Aiku’s apartment.

Even in the moment, you didn’t remember much about how you agreed to it. He had offered you a ride — despite the fact that he had also been drinking — but you assumed that he would be talking you back to your actual house, not his. On top of that, you figured that the offer wouldn’t include being slammed against a door and kissed.

Not that you’d complain, though. You’d just have to live with the regret when you were back to being sober.

Within seconds, his lips had moved from yours to your neck. One of his hands was on the back of your head, tangling in your hair while the other roamed over your body. He alternated between palming at your tit and rubbing over your waist and your hip. You were unsure where to put your hands still. It had been so long since you had hooked up with anyone that you barely remembered how it was supposed to go. You were focused on your job, you didn’t have time for a relationship, and that should’ve been it. But Oliver Aiku had wildly different plans.

He gave a quick bite to the column of your throat before moving back to your lips. Aiku was practically trying to swallow you whole, messily pushing his tongue past your lips. The way he began to unbutton your shirt was too rushed and eager for you to know how to react. By then your hand had found his messy hair, tangling it even further. When he started to push your button-up off of your shoulders, your hands slipped under his shirt. He grinned into your mouth at the feeling of cold fingers lingering barely over the waistband of his pants. You had been almost too dizzy to stand just minutes earlier, but that feeling seemed to vanish when Aiku started tugging on your arm and leading you to his bedroom.

Normally when you stepped foot in someone’s room for the first time, you wanted to take in as many details as possible. You could learn a lot about a person strictly based on how they decorated. Aiku clearly didn’t know about this habit, though, because you had just one minute of air before he pushed you into his bed. You landed on your back, letting out a small noise of surprise, and he crawled on top of you. He started at your neck again, alternating between kissing, bitting, and sucking on a pattern that only he understood.

He trailed further and further down, going from your shoulder to your collarbone, to the tiny amount of tit popping out of the top of your bra, to your naval, and then finally…

Bullseye.

“You gonna let me take this cute lil’ skirt off of ya, pretty?” he smirked up at you, heterochrome eyed sparkling in delight.

Your mouth hung open in either awe or surprise, and all you could do was nod weakly. Your lungs weren’t working well enough for anything other than tiny gasps.

He huffed out a laugh, a single large land finding the zipper at the side of your hip. “Can’t think of a comeback anymore?”

Your hand came up to cover your eyes out of embarrassment. All you could manage was a weak, “Shut up.”

You could feel him grin without even seeing it. “There we go. Keep the attitude, doll. Best you can, okay?”

There wasn’t even time for you to ask why before your pencil skirt was discarded somewhere in the floor of Aiku’s room. And he nearly laughed when he finally saw your panty-clad pussy.

“What?” you shot up, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden because of Oliver Aiku. God, you were pathetic.

He just placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you into your back again, holding you down. “Nothin’. I can just see how wet you are. ‘S cute.”

“It is not ‘cute’,” you scoffed.

“It is,” he argued, no real malice behind his words. “Look at ‘er. She’s pretty.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I am.”

He ran the knuckle of his index finger over the wet patch growing right in the center of your baby blue panties. You despised the small jump in your thigh at the feeling. You knew that he noticed.

“Yeah?” he mocked, looking up at you through his lashes. “That too much already?”

His smirk only widened at your lack of a response, and he began to carefully peel your underwear off your body. He tossed them somewhere near your skirt and moved back up between your thighs. And he watched. Oliver sat there, staring at your glistening, weeping cunt, at total peace with the world. You let out the smallest, most pathetic whine, your pussy clenching at just his gaze.

“It’s been a while, huh?” he teased, continuing to watch every reaction you made. When you tried to close your legs, he just pried them back open.

“It hasn’t,” you scoffed, a feeble attempt at a lie.

“Mhm, sure.”

With zero warning, his middle finger was just barely pressing into your entrance. You fought your urge to push yourself into him to get more than that. He waiting for a minute, eyes focused on your face, and finally pushed all the way in.

Oliver prodded a bit, trying to gauge how much room he had. It wasn’t much. You were tight, and twitching, and all too clenched to have fucked someone within the past few months. It was cute, in a way. Getting someone so uptight — so untouchable — so worked up over him with just a few simple touches? It was the highest honor he could’ve been given. He would have to thank Sendou for getting that bottle of Brandy.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you, curling slightly. “Do you not touch yourself ever? So tense…”

You whined, only realizing then just how pent up you were. You never had the time. The rest of your PR team was incompetent and you had to do their work for them half of the time. With so much going on at once, you never even thought about masturbation.

So you shook your head.

And Aiku clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Do I really make your job that hard, baby?”

You gave a second weak nod as he curled his finger again.

“Guess I have to make it easier for you now, huh? Can’t have such a pretty thing suffering in silence.”

He slipped his ring finger inside of you, stretching you out just a bit more. Still pumping and curling, he slid a hand underneath you to snap the hook of your bra (which was the same baby blue as your panties). Of course someone like him was able to do it with a single hand. He tugged on the straps as casually as ever — his fingers still ruining your gummy insides — and pulled your bra off as his other hand occupied itself with massaging one of your boobs, his thumb running over your nipple in lazy circles.

It was getting difficult for you to ignore the squelching coming from between your thighs. It was obscene and disgusting, and Aiku was all too calm doing it. You were going to lose your mind. That was if you could gain your rationality back.

His fingers moved faster, now scissoring into you to prep you for his cock. He continued to watch you, soaking up every pant and moan that left your parted lips. And just when you gasped out his name—

He pulled his fingers out of you completely.

“What was that?” he hummed, pushing his slick-covered fingers past your lips so you couldn’t reply. You groaned around his fingers, earning a grin from him. “I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.”

He pulled away just enough to be able to sit up and strip himself of his pants and boxers. With how many girls he brought over in a month, you had assumed that he’d be big. You never spent much time thinking about it, though. Now, sitting face to face with his cock, it was almost a bit intimidating. It was thick, heavy, and already dripping with pre-cum. Your thighs began to close subconsciously as you just stared into Aiku’s eyes, and he smirked, moving back towards you.

“You already gettin’ scared, pretty? Haven’t even put it in yet,” he chuckled. He gripped the base of his dick, running his tip up and down your folds, delighting in the way your legs twitched. “I’ll be nice. Gonna take this nice and slow, okay?”

You gave him a meek nod.

“If you’re really that worried, though, I can double check,” he shrugs, moving back just enough so he could slide his dick up through your folds — tip catching on the hood of your clit intentionally — and onto your stomach. He was fucking measuring. His tip ended up just a centimeter or two below your belly button. “Might be a little tight, huh?”

You wanted to scoff, maybe even hit him, but he was already pushing in. He was slow at first, waiting until he bottomed out to pick up the pace. Once he was there, though, he pressed his hand onto your stomach and felt the barely visible bulge. “See? Exactly where I thought I’d be.”

And immediately, he pulled out almost all the way, and thrusted back in. You let out a cry, the feeling foreign by now. That just encouraged him to keep going. He rolled his hips against you a few times as you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, and you immediately traded that for clawing at his shoulders.

Quickly, he found a rough, deep pace, never moving his hand away from your stomach. After the work he had already done with his hands, you were starting to feel that knot in your stomach after barely any time.

“‘S too much, too much,” you moaned, arching up into him. He would have been lucky if his back wasn’t littered in scratch marks by the morning.

He leaned down into your neck, planting a small kiss. “You’re takin’ it just fine, baby.”

His thrusts sped up a bit more, and you knew what was coming. Clearly he did, too, considered he moved his free hand from your stomach down to your clit, working it with his thumb.

“You gonna cum?” he grinned, eyes never leaving your face. He would die a happy man if the last thing he ever saw was your fucked-out expression.

You just nodded, moaning and whining like a total idiot.

“Don’t fight it off. Come on. Right around my cock. You got it.”

And you did. Your back arched off of the bed straight into his chest, and your thighs trembled around him. He continued to fuck you through it, trying to hold his own orgasm off as your cunt spasmed around him. Once you were drained of everything, he pulling out, spilling all over your stomach.

You didn’t remember much else after that the next morning. What you did know, though, was that you woke up in Oliver Aiku’s bed with him no longer beside you, and your phone was on the nightstand beside you with a few fresh texts from Sendou.

I hate you.

You just cost me 5 grand.

Please get STD testing.

@graciescott27

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wings-of-ink · 3 months ago

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Plans, Updates and News!

The Future (and why that's a little scary)

Hello everyone! I hope you are all safe and well.

I wanted to make a post to keep everyone in the loop of where I'm at personally and what that means for the future of my creations, and also give an exciting update!

How about the update first! After some concerns brought to my attention via this post. I decided to change the MC's best friend (Lakota's) name. I received a lot of feedback with reassurances that it was okay to keep this as his name, but at the end of the day, I realized it still has the potential to do harm. That's not what I'm about. Even if most people feel okay with this, someone out there may genuinely not be. The name is easy to change here, and it's not something I feel comfortable trying to justify or anything like that. It hurts me and readers less to change the name than it could by not changing it.

So, I had subscribers on Patreon and Ko-fi vote on a new name! I chose a list starting with 7 names. Voters narrowed down the selection to a top 3. The first 7 were: Kuno, Thamir, Emre, Lailoken, Kalei, Avi, and Asa. After the first round of votes, we narrowed it down to: Emre, Lailoken, and Kalei.

And the winner is...

Emre!

The name will be updated in a future patch!

Up next, I'll give you a heads up on future developments. Here I'll dip into a bit of my personal life. I'm not dipping too far for my comfort zone, and I might put a few things...delicately. But I want you to know what's up and where my head is at right now and why.

So, the second IF is likely not going to happen right now - I think (more on that below). I am not writing this to "stir the pot" or create fear or debate, but it's no secret that things in the States are super not okay. This happens to be where I am. My future is feeling rather uncertain and unsteady and some days I am just scared and not just for myself and loved ones. I am not going to go into all the little details, but my time is already at a premium with working full time and my personal life, and that free time is about to get a bit more narrow in the next 6 or 7 months.

I am prioritizing God-Cursed and Subscriber benefits and have decided that now is not the time to start a second project. I would rather focus on getting GC updates out if my extra time will have more limitations.

Now, the reason I said "I think" it's not going to happen is that - frankly - I'm at risk for suddenly losing my job. Yaay, go me! Part of what I do is funded through the federal government. I'm not employed through them directly, but no money for social services means I'm out of work. If this happens though - I'll have the time for a second project! Yaay???

My partner and I have some emergency plans in place for all kinds of things that might happen be it job loss or something much worse. If this happens, I will prioritize and expand my subscriber benefits to help us survive financially until more work can be found. I am already looking for a new job since the uncertainty is...difficult.

So, if I do find myself with extra time and still employed, I will work on a short story-based IF instead where you can romance 1 character per story. It will be much easier to produce than a fully plotted game. It will likely be a subscriber-only project, but full stories should be released at once (fully interactive with optional spice of course). If I lose my job, you can expect details on a new public IF shortly after, lol.

Okay, moving on to happier things...March is like...here. And March is Duri-month on Patreon and Ko-fi! Around the middle of the month you can expect a cute extra story featuring our favorite demigod for the "Crows" tier and a spicy extra for the "Ravens" tier. I anticipate posting around the 15th or 16th.

Here's a sample!

Currently chapter 6 sits at around 15k words and the first section of it is done (just needs some editing and the like). I'm also making my way passage by passage in previous chapters to improve grammar, word choice, coding, etc....

Anyway, I think that's everything! Take care and be safe!

~Lunan ^_^

#god cursed if #twine if #if wip #just Lunan things #progress update #gc ro duri

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meo-eiru · 9 months ago

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Here's a daddy silas, i'm still working on the little guy's front view,

So aside from that, do orcs exist? Have silas ever done research on them? And how many population to where silas live? And do half-elven somehow exist?

THEY ARE SO CUTE!!! Look at them playing!

I think if elves exist orcs probably exist too, though they probably rarely have any contact due to elves rarely leaving their are. Silas has never done research on them, there probably are other elves who have, but Silas' interest lies solely on humans and doesn't really care about other species or straight up doesn't like them in the usual elven fashion.

There aren't that many elves since they live very long lives and are not very interested in breeding unless they are really in love, thus there is only 1 elf town. I'm not sure about the exact number but I think there are around 4 to 6 hundred elves. Silas's house is, not too much, but a bit far away from the village since it makes finding human stuff easier for him and he doesn't really get along with the other elves.

Half elves might exist but it would probably be quite hard to find written records of them. Unlike Silas elves are not very interested in humans and think the stuff they've written centuries ago would still be good enough and don't really bother updating them, they see humans as inferior.

#asks #silas #yandere elf #fanart

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honeywyrdie · 1 year ago

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Sweet Spot {part 1}

{part 1}{part 2}{part 3}{part 4}{part 5}{part 6}

Baker Felix x Florist reader

summary: You're putting together the floral arrangements for your ex's wedding as a favor, forgetting how passive aggressive he can be about your love life. Fortunately for you, one of your best friend's in the world comes over to feed you sugar and make you a sweet offer to get back at your ex. genre: fluff, smut, angst if you squint // word count: 2.8k // warnings: adult dialogue, sexual themes, wet dream // a/n: Trying out something longer and fluffier this time! If you'd like to be on the taglist, reply to this post or send me an ask 🥰

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I have only posted this here and on AO3 - user: spookwyrdie

You should have never agreed to do this. Your fingers were sore from wire wrapping all the different bouquets, one for each bridesmaid, the ring bearer’s pillow, and the flower girl. So far, you were only halfway done with the floral arch and hadn’t even gotten to start on the table settings yet. There were bits of torn leaves, crushed flower petals, and feathers strewn around your apartment, trying to deal with the last minute changes in aesthetic that the bride asked for.

The shift from a classic summer bouquet to something more bohemian wasn’t impossible, but it was a challenge with the wedding a week away. It definitely wasn’t your favorite aesthetic in the world, but you were determined to make it work.

The question of why you had agreed to do this at a quarter of your normal fee was beginning to fester in your mind, especially for your ex’s wedding.

You and Johnny were amicable, sure. Civil might be a better word for it. You didn’t have any leftover romantic feelings for the man - that ship had sailed ages ago. The main problem you had now with him is that he always seemed to be in competition with you, always trying to steal your thunder or diminish your accomplishments. It was always underhanded and passive aggressive and you didn’t have the energy to really push back.

Speaking of the devil, your phone pings with a text message.

❌J: hey y/n, just checking in about the florals. Jenny is freaking out and wants an update you: working on them now! [image attached] ❌J: wow! Hard at work! Is this the bride’s bouquet? you: yep! Putting the finishing touches on it now’s ❌J: it looks really busy, are you sure this is what she asked for? you: yes. I promise I’m following her vision that we spoke about during our last consultation. ❌J okay! just making sure! I know some of these changes need a quick turn around. ❌J: oh also… ❌J: i wanted to chat with you about something you: ? ❌J: I know things have been a little rough in the dating department for you lately but you still officially have a plus one to the wedding, in case you wanted to bring your sister or someone! you: …thanks. you: Don’t know where the idea that I’m struggling with dating came from, but I appreciate the plus one. ❌J: I had just heard through the grapevine is all. ❌J: there’s someone out there for everyone! You’ll find them eventually. ❌J: like me and Jenny! We were just made for each other 💕 you: okay, Johnny! Great chatting, I’ll get back to work now!

You swipe out of the text thread and pinch your brow, the feeling of a building tension headache settling right between your eyes. His audacity is always bewildering, he can have such a sickeningly sweet tone while making sure to get a jab or two in to hurt you.

Sure, you haven’t had a solid relationship since the two of you broke up, but he doesn’t have to rub your nose in it. The relationship ended amicably enough once you both graduated from college, realizing that the two of you were drifting apart as you pursued your respective careers. Staying civil made it easier to maintain the friend group, neither of you had any real reason to be upset with the other. That didn’t mean you were close, you still kept your distance.

When he had gotten engaged, you were genuinely pleased for him, and a little relieved. Sometimes, when you’d run into each other at parties, he would make it a point to find you and tell you how well he was doing. You’d get the feeling that he was trying to showboat his accomplishments - he always wanted to tell you all about his successes, all the great things going on in his life.

He got a great job at some law firm, a promotion and another promotion. Then he had met Jenny, they got engaged, and wasn’t it just so cute that their names were so similar? Jenny and Johnny, Johnny and Jenny! It became their whole personality as a couple and he’d corner you to tell you about how amazing she is and how he had never met anyone who just got him like she did. Every time you’d deal with this, you felt like he had poured corn syrup on you with how saccharine he sounded.

He’d hear about your ebb and flow of love and give you such a pitying look. “Oh you haven’t been dating? That’s too bad, there’s someone out there for everyone! Just look at me and Jenny!” Just throwing small digs in your direction that flew under the radar for most of your friends.

But you knew.

You knew he was always trying to make you feel like you had “lost” the break-up.

~~~

A knock at the door brings you back to the present moment.

“Y/n~! It’s me! Open up,” a deep voice lilts in a sing-song voice.

You shake your head, trying to snap out of your shitty mood to answer the door. On your doorstep is one of the best things that came into your life with his ice blond hair, freckles, and a smile that could light up an entire room. Before you can say anything, Felix barges past you into your apartment, holding two paper bags with the bakery’s logo on it.

“I brought some new flavors for you to try, I’m experimenting for the springtime,” he says as he starts unpacking travel pastry boxes with different colored cakes inside.

“Ugh, please don't talk to me about weddings right now,” you sigh. He pauses his unpacking.

“What’s up? You sound like someone kicked your dog.”

“I just had the most passive aggressive interaction with my ex, Johnny.”

You open the text thread to show him.

“This is your ex?”

“Yep.”

“Damn, he’s not even being subtle about it.”

“Nope.”

The room is silent for a split second before Felix brightens up again.

“Well fuck that, the flowers look great, despite the boho bad taste. Come try these new cake flavors I’ve been playing with! Sugar always cheers me up.”

You give him a small smile, he always knows exactly how to bring a little optimism into a shitty situation. “Sure Felix, what have you got for me?”

Soon, you have 4 plates and forks out for the different cake concoctions.

“I’ve been playing around with different florals and citrus for spring, so here we have a lavender cake with key lime frosting. Over here, we have an earl grey cake with lemon curd and lemon buttercream. Then we’ve got a vanilla cake with a pistachio filling and a rose buttercream. Finally we have a jasmine green tea cake with yuzu curd and a vanilla glaze,” Felix says, bouncing on his toes.

“Okay, Mary Berry! They all sound delicious.”

“You have to be one hundred percent honest with me, I want actual feedback on these!” He grabs your shoulders and looks deep into your eyes, your heart skipping a beat briefly at his intensity. He looks so eager for you to try his different concoctions. Most couples weren’t looking for anything too extreme in the way of flavors, most opting for a basic white cake and buttercream, so you knew Felix loved to share the uncommon combinations he came up with.

They were all so beautiful, perfectly cut out and frosted with care. You picked up your fork enthusiastically.

“Fuck, Felix, that’s delicious,” you say, savoring the citrus flavors. Every single one you tried was more delicious than the last. Your favorite had to be the earl grey and lemon. “This one tastes like how a springtime tea party feels.”

He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling into little crescent moons, his freckles stand out when he smiles so brightly.

“Thanks, it’s always nice when I get to play around with flavor,” he says, leaning back into his seat. As he stretches, his shirt rides up to reveal a small expanse of the bare skin where his hip meets his lower belly, the lean muscle definition standing out in the lamp light. You tear your eyes away when you realize you’ve been lingering your gaze on the scant inch of skin.

“Oh my god, did tell you?” Felix blurts out suddenly. “I’ve been working with this couple for an upcoming wedding. Absolute nightmare. Terrible taste! Guess what they finally settled on for their flavor.”

“I don’t know, something basic I bet.”

“Fucking mint chocolate chip.”

“Mint chocolate??? For a cake???” You reel back in horror. What on earth kind of combo was that for a wedding cake?

“They insisted on it!” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “Well, the bride did. The groom was never at any of these sampling appointments. She was onher own and really pushing for something unique.”

“I guess it’s unique to make your guests hate you for your choice of cake flavor,” you say, grimacing at the thought of a mint chocolate cake. “Disgusting.”

“I feel bad for their wedding guests. That’s such a controversial flavor for ice cream, I can’t imagine how it’ll go down for the entire reception.”

You hum in agreement, picking up your fork and finishing off the last of your cake in one frosting heavy bite.

“Y/n you’ve got a little-“ he reaches up, gently holding your chin.

His gaze softens as he looks at your lips and you freeze in place. Your heart picks up speed, hammering in your chest, at this gentle touch. He doesn’t know that you have had a thing for him for years now, but you’ll never tell him. You love having him as a friend too much to ruin it, he’s the one spot of sunshine on dreary days. There’s no chance he’d reciprocate your feelings, he could literally date anyone the way strangers constantly fall in love with him at first glance.

But right now, he’s focused on your lips, his thumb brushing them carefully, swiping the bit of frosting that was left from your last bite.

“Oh my god!” You force out a laugh, pulling out of his grasp in embarrassment. Taking a napkin, you start furiously wiping your mouth. “Sorry! It was really good!”

“That’s the perfect kind of response to one of my baked goods!” He smiles, licking the frosting off of his thumb. Your heart leaps into your throat.

Felix never seems to notice the effect he has on people, overwhelming charm, the magnetic pull he has on anyone within 10 ft of him. When the two of you worked at the old cafe together, you’d take a mental tally of the number of customers that would leave with hearts in their eyes after ordering coffee from him. You thought that after five years of friendship you could get used to it via exposure therapy, but his allure slams you in the chest all the time. You try to keep yourself grounded in reality when he tugs at heartstrings like this - he does this with everyone so you try not to lose your head. But the way he’s looking at you now, leaning in close with fierce affection in his eyes, makes the delusion that he feels the same about you seem almost real.

You giggle nervously and move to tidy things up from the table after you two are done sampling. Felix leans against the counter, watching you, as you start washing the plates.

“I have an idea,” he says. “For your plus-one situation.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“What if you take me as your date?”

“Be serious, Felix,” you chuckle.

“I am being serious, I clean up real good,” he says, grabbing at your waist playfully.

“Oh!” A fork slips out of your hand and clatters into the sink. “I mean- you don’t have to do that.”

“Nah, I’d like to! Think about it, it’d be perfect, Johnny has no idea who I am and I can brag you up while I’m there. Rub his nose in it for a change.”

“I-“

“Just think it over, no rush. I think it’d be real fun though!”

You look at him blankly for a moment, your heart thumping in your chest again. “ Yeah, I’ll think it over.”

~~~

Your eyes are closed when you feel a pair of hands slink around your body, drawing you into a chest of hard, lean muscle. The scent like an apple orchard on a rainy autumn morning greets you, petrichor and wood mixed with something crisp and sweet, enveloping you in a sense of comfort. You look up to see who’s arms embrace you to find Felix hovering over you, deep brown eyes locked onto yours. You’re so close you could count the freckles on his cheeks and give a name to each one. He hums as he pulls you in closer, a deep resonance vibrating through his chest, warming you in more ways than one.

Tell me it’s real, he says, almost silently.

It’s real, you reply.

He leans down to capture your lips, pausing above you to nudge his nose against yours and smile.

I’ve waited so long for this, he says as he finally presses his lips against yours softly. His movements are gentle but insistent, trying to communicate with you, speaking quietly of the years of yearning that have been building. Your skin sings with the way his hands splay on your lower back, pushing your pelvis into him as he presses his tongue against your lips, asking for permission. The kiss deepens and you fall further into him, molding yourself against him. Your hands wind their way into his hair, those ice blond strands wrapped up in your grasp.

A small tug has him detaching from your mouth in a gasp, arching into you ever so slightly as his eyes flutter shut. His fingers find purchase in your plush hips, gripping into you harshly as he yanks you even closer to his body, no space between your body and his. Your breasts press into him, feeling his every breath move against you. He groans at the feel of you before he wraps you up into another kiss, this one more fervent. The way your soft body fits against his so well has his tongue dancing with yours, surging into you then backing away, teasing you until your body feels like it’s on fire.

You whimper into his mouth when he shifts, coaxing your feet apart to slot his thigh between your legs. He bears down on your hips, pressing your core against his flexed muscle. Liquid heat pools in your belly as he starts rocking against you, feeling his length against your hip, pleading for friction. His hands snake down to grab onto your ass, kneading into the thick flesh, controlling the pace of your grinding into him.

You feel that arousal building inside of you, the tension has you clenching while you rut your hips against him. You feel how wet your panties have become as they slide over your clit, your hips stuttering against him, nearing your peak.

Felix, I’m- you start to say but he cuts you off with a kiss.

Come for me, y/n, he murmurs against your lips. I want all of you. I wanna feel you lose control.

His words have you moaning, your brow furrowing as your hips shake. He holds you steady as he bounces his leg slightly to add extra pressure. You gasp, feeling your muscles tighten.

Give it all to me, he whispers against your lips. It belongs to me.

His voice sounds distant as you feel yourself coming to the edge.

Suddenly, your eyes flutter open. You find yourself in bed, thrusting pitifully against your pillow, your heart racing and your skin flush with arousal. As you start to pull yourself out of the dream you were so wrapped up in, your orgasm shatters through you, moaning into the dark of your room. Your legs shake as your core muscles flutter, throbbing at the thought of Felix’s mouth on yours. As you start to come down from your high and settle into reality, you can feel your own pulse in your clit, your legs tangled in your sheets with a pillow between your legs, forehead glistening with sweat.

It felt so real, like you could actually feel the ghost of his hands on your ass rocking you against his body, his groans ricocheting in your chest. You haven’t had a dream like that in ages, it was so vivid. You wanted it to be real so badly.

That settles it. You reach for your phone, the light piercing through the darkness, staring at the clock that reads 4:26 AM. Opening your messaging app, you type out a quick text and hit send.

you: okay Felix, let’s do it. Will you be my plus one?

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #felix smut #stray kids fanfic

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anim-ttrpgs · 28 days ago

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A.N.I.M. Patreon Rewards and Progress Reports May 2025

Man it feels like it has been forever but it’s only been a month since last time, and a lot has gotten done despite me feeling like I haven’t gotten much done.

Editing progress on Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy has finally crept up to the speed it was before our slump. Plus, lots of polishing and tweaking of the rules has been done thanks to lots of helpful feedback.

The Eureka game jam mystery modules are being playtested and polished as well.

Eureka: The Fanservice Files has received some pretty extensive updates and tweaks in both art and actual rules content.

Not much to report on Silk & Dagger: A Sesible Drow RPG besides the fact that we have gotten a lot of good and useful feedback which I am continuing to collect in preparation towards shifting focus back towards it.

Meanwhile our lead designer(me)’s focus has been on Death Bed: An Impenetrably Medieval Dungeon Game. Previously, this was called Death Bed: A Souls-like RPG. The changelog for it is absolutely massive because I’ve been building it from the ground up, progress you can follow in real-time if you join our Patreon discord server. It isn’t yet in a state where I would call it playable, but you can see an awesome preview on the patreon.

None of this is set in stone, but at the moment I am thinking that the pre-alpha for Death Bed will release as a demo to the public some time in June, after which I will keep focus on Death Bed until I am able to consider it in alpha stage, which, for a classic dungeon crawl type of game, means it will need a dungeon. Actually, for the kind of game Death Bed is trying to be, it needs two. I am thinking of converting Tomb of the Serpent Kings for Death Bed at least as a playtest dungeon to test out how the game actually works in a dungeon before creating my own. If I can get permission, I might release that conversion to the public.

The rest of the team is hard at work on Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, either editing, working on art, or working on the third adventure module we promised would come with the Kickstarter.

Anyway, here’s the changelog for all our team’s major projects.

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy

Copy-editing Progress: Thoroughly copy-edited up to p. 356.

CHAPTER 1

Clarified only one exacerbating factor applies at a time.

Added sidebar to “Composure” explaining that the system doesn’t simulate ordinary life, it tracks mental state during adventures (which are high-pressure and stressful).

Clarified the purpose of the Quick Terms section

Added a note that Eureka really works best with 3 or fewer players and you really should not go beyond 4.

CHAPTER 2

Changed how the Burnout Trait works. It is now an ability that can be activated each time the investigator earns a Eureka! Point, and lasts until they take Penetrative Damage as a result of the Trait.

Temporarily took out the Ask Questions Later Trait.

CHAPTER 3

Removed a special thanks credit per that person’s request

CHAPTER 7

Removed certain things like “spotlighting” and other basic Narrator principles for review and rewrites. Some of this is probably going back in once we re-evaluate it.

Removed “How We Play Eureka.” Playing by the rules in the book should already outline the intended experience, and many options given in that section are just RAW now.

CHAPTER 8

Added several more fan-submitted hunting table entries.

Eureka: The Fanservice Files

Clarified Sharp Teeth

Clarified some parts of maneater’s severity levels

Added a Severity Level 5 and adjusted the time both maneater stomach types take to digest, making them all a bit longer.

Silk & Dagger: A Sensible Drow RPG

Changed the page color of An Unforgettable Banquet to more of a grey to match the new grey page color of the main rulebook and be slightly easier to read.

Death Bed: An Impenetrably Medieval Dungeon Game

CHANGE LOG

WHOLE BOOK

CHAPTER 1

Added Moving Silently Section

Changed Hollowness Rolls to Despair Rolls.

Changed most instances of strugglers automatically reducing Hollowness to instead be Morale rolls, which are like the opposite of Despair rolls.

Changed how HP works so that it is now the Vitality Bar, separate from the Vigor stat. Vigor increases Vitality the fastest, but other stats can also increase it a little now.

Wrote out and codified Sex and Sexuality

Wrote out rules for Healing Flask.

Clarified how hollowness affects attention

Drinking from healing flask causes disadvantage to defense and dodge rolls on the following monster turn.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

Added Stats section

Added stats and what they do

Explained how to roll starting stats

Explained Traits

Explained Truth

Explained how starting equipment is determined

Added very rough burial item tables.

Added very rough notes/outlines for the Trait List

Sorted Clothing into Masculine and Feminine, and Fine and not Fine.

Added 19 more Traits

Added Trait Pre-Plotting section.

Added rough outline of Sex and Expressions of Sexuality section.

Added Wearing Armor section.

Added Donning Difficulty section.

Gave different types of clothing donning difficulty.

Added many new Traits

Gave almost every Trait an added EXP bonus.

Removed the rough outline rule that strugglers having Traits that do not match their perceived gender causes them to make regular Despair rolls. This kind of thing is now handled by the Social Status mechanic.

Added Social Status mechanic.

Assigned a Social Status value to all Traits.

Changed how starting Social Status is determined.

Added a section showing how to make a not-quite-level-1 character to help with early playtesting.

Added a new Trait.

Tweaked wording of Eponymous Companion Trait.

Added “scaling” to all Stats. There are now cross-over benefits to all stats.

Changed the Social Status roll for a character starting with no clothes from 1D6 to 1D6+4.

Fixed mistake in Method 3 of character creation that still said not to roll any dice.

Reduced Vitality scaling for Arcane, Attunement, and Scripture.

Reduced number of D6s that Method 3 character creation gives.

Adjusted various things about the burial item tables.

Changed it so there is now a specific table for picking items for Method 2 and Method 3 characters

New trait for women

New trait for anyone

New Trait for women

Protector/Protectee characters can move in tandem with each other no matter the distance between them.

Lady/Lady-in-Waiting pairs can move in tandem with each other no matter the distance between them.

Tactician strugglers and the strugglers they are ordering can move in tandem with each other even if they are far apart.

CHAPTER 4

Added Gap Finder special weapon attribute.

Removed the Light Attack from some weapons and removed the Overswing Attack from others.

Increased the Str requirements of all melee weapons by 2 and increased the Dex requirements of all melee weapons by 1.

Added some projectile weapons and rules for how they work

Added Bundles for ammunition and other small items

Wrote out Hook special weapon attribute

Decreased the damage of all projectile weapons by 1 degree.

CHAPTER 5

Added Non-Combatant Status section.

Changed the amount of Wounds that Profuse Bleeding causes each turn to 6 instead of 2.

Tweaked the stances a little.

Added mob attacks and flanking bonuses

Added tandem movement so strugglers can move on each other’s turns to a limited degree.

Reloading guns and crossbows causes disadvantage to defense and dodge rolls on the following monster turn

Dodging now causes 2 fatigue and resets Stance back to Balanced.

Changed how having allies in the node affects mob attacks.

Strugglers can use their shields to add to the block rolls of allies in their same node but it causes 1 fatigue.

CHAPTER 6

Started on this chapter.

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pshbites · 9 months ago

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LOVE ON AiR: 13. YNXOXO VLOG: cafe date with my girls <3

WARNiNGS » profanity, jayke bickering, ermm not much else

wc: 1.2k (kinda short but there’s not much to write!!)

video desc: hi guys welcome back to my bubble! today me giselle and kat ended up going to a cafe, we tried croffles for the first time and just caught up. afterwards we took a couple insta pics and then called it a day. fairly short vlog today but hope you enjoyed! ^.^

you prop up the camera on your vanity and walk further back so your whole body is in the frame. “hi guys i know this is a weird way to start the vlog but i need help” you were currently wearing your bunny pajama set that you and sunoo got to match on your last weekend trip. you held up two different outfits and looked at the camera. “i’ve done everything else, i just need an outfit” you look at the first outfit and then the camera.

“this one makes sense because it’s a cafe and you know it’s like. cute. oh my god i told myself i was gonna stop saying like anyways” you grumbled, looking at the other outfit in your hand. “this one is a bit more casual and not as over the top? but still cute.” you look at the camera once more and sigh. you think for a second and look at both of the outfits once more. reluctantly you set the first one down on your bed and hold up the second one.

“i’ll wear this! i’ll be right back guys!” you smile at the camera and run to the bathroom, shutting the door. you quickly change being sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. you walk out and do a spin for the camera, smiling softly. you walk closer and pick up the camera. “okay now i can properly start the vlog, hi guys welcome back to my little bubble!” you smile and wave. you begin walking out of your room and to your living room. “today me kat and giselle are going to a cafe! the three of us haven’t hung out in soo long i miss my girls” you pout softly at the camera, slipping on your shoes.

you stepped out of your apartment, locking the door behind you and getting in the elevator. thankfully there wasn’t anyone there. “todays vlog might be relatively short but i’ll try my best!” you give the camera a thumbs up. it was easier to vlog if you were doing a lot but whenever you’re not doing much in the day it’s a bit harder to make content out of it. “a little update: after that party last weekend my mom came over and made me a ton of food so i’m grateful for that!” you nodded, smiling at the camera. “i love my moms cooking so much. i think that’s always what i miss most when i moved out, but it’s really freeing having your own place you know? i feel like i couldn’t even live with a roommate because it’s just so nice being on my own”

the elevator doors opened, revealing your apartment lobby. you waved hi to the doorman and walked out, making your way to the cafe you three had to meet at. “do you guys enjoy being alone or with your friends? tell me in the comments!” you speak to the camera, walking at the same time. “me personally i prefer a bit of both you know? like i enjoy my alone time but i also love going out with my friends whenever i can, i think it’s healthy to keep a mix of it in your life!” you smiled softly, as if you were directly talking to someone in front of you.

“the walk to the cafe isn’t that far, one of my friends had introduced it to me. isn’t it funny? that you live near a cool place and you don’t even know until someone tells you?” you laugh slightly, thoughts drifting sunwoo. there was nothing truly special about him, he was just a guy that you happened to meet and get closer to. you weren’t even sure if you could call what the two of you had a relationship because nothing was ever established. maybe that’s why it hurt so bad when he moved away, those feelings left unresolved. you sighed and groaned.

“living in a walkable city is all fun and games until you actually have to walk somewhere” you were now stopped at a crosswalk, the cafe just across the street. you looked at yourself in the camera and fixed your hair, a stray hair on your face. “it’s so odd that it’s august and it’s hot, like what happened to fall you know?” you sighed, crossing the street to reach to the cafe. you peaked in the window and spotted kat and giselle at a table. your face brightened up as you waved at them. the two girls spotted you and gestured you to come in.

you open the door and rush to their table, taking a seat. “guys they’re here oh my god it’s like they aren’t real” you flipped the camera around to show both kat and giselle and they just start laughing at you. “hi vlog!” giselle waves and leans closer to the camera. kat also waves, giggling. “oh my god they already ordered food i love them so much” you pan the camera over to the drinks and food the girls ordered, then showed your face. “i love when she talks as if we’re not sitting here” giselle giggles at your face and kat nods along “it’s so adorable” she mutters, watching as you talk to the camera with such excitement.

you prop the camera up on the table and face kat and giselle. “ugh i missed you guys, catch me up please!” you reach for the drink, knowing it’s yours because giselle pushed it closer to you. you take a sip, looking up at kat and giselle. kat looked to giselle with curious eyes. “you’re hiding something..” she squinted at giselle, as if trying to see what she was hiding. giselle keeps her mouth shut then lets out a breath she was holding. “okay fine! i might have lied to you guys last weekend!” she admits, earning a gasp from both you and kat who just look at one another, then at giselle.

“well!! spill!!” you spoke out, gesturing her to keep talking. giselle sighed and groaned, “well you know how i told you guys that i was seeing some hometown friends last weekend?” she looked to the two of you, as if wanting some sort of confirmation you were catching her drift. kat gasped and you looked between the two of them. “what? wait tell me!” you whined, tapping giselles hand.

“well you know that childhood friend you guys know about well, me and him were on a date” giselle breathed out and you gasped louder than kat did before. giselle shushed you in embarrassment. “oh my god.. well? how was it?” you looked at her, a bit excited. kat rolled her eyes and scoffed, taking a sip of her latte. “it couldn’t have been good if she didn’t tell us” you shushed her, giving giselle your full attention.

“it actually wasn’t good.. i don’t know we had a connection then things got awkward and when he took me home he asked if he could come up” you and kat wore the same shocked expression as giselle laid the entire date out for you two. “no.. never let a man come into your house on the first date” kat pointed the camera, talking to giselle as well as the viewers. both you and giselle start laughing, forgetting the camera was even there.

you reached for the camera, turning it to face you. “well with that note of advice i’m gonna end the vlog off here. thank you for joining me in my bubble and i’ll see you guys next time! bye bye!!” you turn the camera to giselle and kat and they both wave bye, blowing kisses.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 2 months ago

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Could we get heat hcs for Fen and Splendor? I'm just curious how they both manage (or I guess ignore it??) given their polarizing libidos. With or without an S/O is up to you, beloved

I went ahead and actually did both with and without a s/o, I hope you enjoy <3

I'm gonna add a sort of lore stipulation I guess that I haven't mentioned before, that I think the more sexually active and open a being is, the easier their heat is to deal with, and the more sexually repressed they are, the harder it is to deal with.

Offender:

Fen is one of those demons that I feel has his heat care pretty locked down in how he handles it. He knows his body the best out of his siblings, and he knows what he needs to do to get himself through it. When he doesn't have a partner, I think he locks himself up in his house and stays in his bedroom taking care of himself until his heat is over. He'll make sure he has plenty of food and water stored up in there, and he handles his urges himself. One of his brothers might stop by just to check on him and restock his food if he needs it, but otherwise, he prefers to be completely alone during a heat cycle if he's single, because it's a very emotionally vulnerable time and he doesn't want to invite in a stranger to help him through it because he'd be uncomfortable. If he does have a partner, things might or might not be different. If you're not very interested in sex (or having that MUCH sex), he does not expect you to help him at all and honestly encourages you to vacate the house for the duration of the heat if you'd like to. Although, if you're okay with it, it would be very nice for him if you checked in on him at least once a day, snuggled him for a bit, gave him some kisses, and just made sure he's doing alright because it helps him a lot just to have some attention from you. If you are interested in having sex with him through his heat, he will definitely accept your help. He has really very good self-control during his heat (especially after you get an orgasm or two out of him), so if you need to take a break and rest, he can reel himself in until you're ready to continue helping him, or, if you're done for the rest of his heat, he can accept that just fine as well. Like I said earlier, even just being there for a little bit helps him immensely, so even just a couple of rounds of sex could be enough to satisfy him for a single day before he gets worked back up to the point of absolutely needing release. He mostly just wants to be cuddled up with you skin-to-skin, feeling the comfort of your warmth more than he even wants to indulge in the needs of his heat.

Splendor:

Splendor, on the other hand, is the absolute opposite of Fen when it comes to handling his heats. Like I said in my little lore update at the top, when a being is not very sexually active or open, their heats tend to be much more intense and hard to get through. I think the Underworld produces a sort of heat suppressant medication to help beings halt their heat if necessary, but eventually, it won't work anymore and you will have to go through a heat (meaning you obviously can't take the medicine every single heat). Splendor does not like experiencing a heat regardless of if he's single or not, so he tends to take the suppressants as long as he can before he finally has to succumb to it. His heats are so incredibly strong and intense that he cannot care for himself alone, and so if he's single, one of his brothers usually has to stop by once a day to check on him, feed him, and make sure he hydrates, because otherwise he'll just be collapsed in his bed the whole time. If he has you as his partner, things are only even more intense for him. He doesn't mind having sex with you regularly (in fact he quite enjoys it despite his very low sex drive), but during his heat, he's so incredibly emotionally vulnerable and needy that he craves you more than he can handle. If you do not want to have sex with him, it is best that you avoid him during his heat, because while he CAN hold himself back, it begins to cause him physical pain with you being so close and him being unable to relieve himself with you. If you are willing to have sex with him throughout the heat, he'll be incredibly grateful for it and absolutely make it up to you after. I think he'd want you to restrain him (like tying his hands to the bedposts type restraints) because even in his heat muddled mind he's terrified of hurting you with how needy he is, so he wants you to be completely, 100% in control. He only wants to do something if you're willing and able to. The more orgasms he has the more his mind clears up, and the more he's able to get control over himself and relax and rest with you as he'd prefer to. It's a very draining and challenging time for him mentally, so he needs all the comfort he can get from you.

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animehideout · 1 year ago

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART 11

Check out part 12 here

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

warnings ⚠️: not proofread / abuse / SA just something vague not detailed.

a/n : I truly apologize for this late update, I was really unmotivated to rewrite it and I was struggling to find inspiration again, I'm sorry if this part didn't live up to your expectations but I read hope you like it though, I tried to make it longer but I ran out of ideas 🥹.

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Satoru stood tall, alone in the balcony, his gaze fixated on the sky, lost in the depth if his own thoughts. The weight of regret hung heavy upon his shoulders, a burden he could no longer bear.

His mind played your last fight that night on loop, making him hate himself even more. He remembered his harsh words, actions and disrespect towards you. Forcefully shutting his eyes to make those images and voices that's been haunting him go away.

Unwelcomed thoughts yet impossible to ignore. Blaming himself over and over again for what happened to you, torturing himself to madness.

"It's my fucking fault" he muttered,

In all that darkness, the image of your face in his mind was the only source of light. The delicate curve of your smile whenever you were around your students etched in his memory. He remembered the way you slept, features softened by the gentle embrace of your slumber, your passion for teaching and your daily excitement to show your students a new weapon and new technique.

You were a vision of peace amidst the chaos he was living. He realized then how life became emptier after your disappearance, the void your absence had left in every bit of his life. He realized how much he fell for you, he realized that hatred was deeply buried by the birth of his love for you.

With a heavy heart, he bowed his head, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. For three days, his eyes wide open, unable to sleep without you under the same roof as him, cuddling a piece of your clothing every single night to take into your scent, to pretend that you were there, next to him.

Clutching his fists, his knuckles turned white , whispering a plea for forgiveness, a forgiveness he might never receive.

"I'm sorry Y/n.."

. ..

"Satoru?"

"Y-yaga sensei?" said Gojo wiping his tears away,

"Can I join you?"

"Y-yeah sure"

"What's on your mind? Still blaming yourself?"

"Do I have anything else to do except blaming myself?"

"I'm sorry for your loss Satoru" said Principal Yaga apologetically,

"I didn't lose her, she's still out there, somewhere! I know it, I'm sure of it, I can feel it"

"Pain is eating you up Satoru, you know you should let go already–"

"Let go? Easier said than done. How can all of you let go so fast as if she never existed?" he said in annoyance

"The higher ups orders, to not distract the sorcerers' focus from their daily tasks"

"Bullshit, –"

"Satoru I understand your pain"

"No you don't, none of you does! I did this to her, I built the wall between both of us brick by brick till it collapsed on both of us, she got abducted by Toji and here I am suffering everyday.. I just wish I can turn back time and undo the damage I had done"

"Is this because of regret or something else?" asked Principal Yaga

Gojo looked down, not sure of what to say, mastering the courage he finally spoke,

"I– I love her, sensei! I love Y/n so much, I just hope it's not too late to realize this because I really want to fix everything–"

Yaga sensei looked at Gojo with a reassuring yet sad smile, deep down, everyone accepted that you died except Gojo., and he didn't want him to hang on fake hope.

"Satoru–"

"I know what you're about to say, but I won't let go, I won't give up even if the higher ups chain me down.... I thought she was a curse when we got married but I think I am her curse, I was her curse while she was my blessing–"

"I hope you're right Satoru, I hope she's still out there as you said, I hope you get a second chance to be a real family"

...

*In Mei Mei's room*

"Look at this" said Maki her eyebrows frowning in confusion,

"Who's that in the picture?" asked Nobara as confused as Maki,

Both of them examined the photograph, their eyes flickered between the picture and each other in silence. In the picture a woman smiled serenely as she cradled a baby in her embrace.

Maki shrugged equally perplexed,

"I have no idea, do you think it's a family member?"

Their senses were on high alert as they scanned every corner of her room for any sign of wrongdoing, something out of the ordinary. They found that picture tucked under her bed after they flipped the mattress while searching for anything suspicious.

"And this stack of money? Didn't know she's got all of this cash here" added Nobara.

"And this box as well"

Intrigued, they opened it. As they lifted the lid of the box, a firegun revealed itself, its metallic surface gleaming ominously in the dim light.

"A g-gun?" started Nobara as she looked at Maki in shock, "what would she use it for?"

"Definitely not hers, why would a sorcerer with a jujutsu technique depend on a gun" she pointed out.

"Good point, so if its not hers then to whom does it belong to?" asked Nobara

"There's only one way to figure it out, but now let's take the gun, the damn photograph and get out of here" said Maki as she put he mattress in its place again.

.....

"GOJO-SENSEI" called Nobara out as she caught a glimpse of Gojo in the balcony "Sensei you need to see this"

"Hm? Nobara? Maki?"

"Gojo" said Maki as she saw Gojo with principal Yaga in the balcony "We found something–"

but before she could finish her sentence,

"Any news?" interrupted Mei Mei as she stepped in the balcony out of nowhere..

Maki and Nobara exchanged quick nervous glances, their eyes darting between each other as they attempt to maintain composure. Hiding what they took from her room behind their backs. Their expressions strain with the effort to appear nonchalant, but a subtle tension lingers in the air. Lips pressed into strained smiles,

"Nah nothing new" said Maki while Nobara nodded in agreement.

"Hm you sure about that? I thought I heard you said you found something, is it about Y/n? " asked Mei raising her eyebrows,

"What if we did? Is it really your concern?" exclaimed Maki offensively, only to get elbowed softly by Nobara,

"We found nothing important Mei Mei sensei, of course if we did we'd tell you" exclaimed Nobara, chuckling awkwardly.

"Oh alright then girls," she said luckily not giving too much important to the girls, then paused and drifted her gaze towards Gojo, "how are you holding up Gojo? I hope you're in the process of moving on" she added

Gojo's eyes burned holes in her soul, but he tried to remain calm,

"I'm fine"

"That's what all of us would like to hear, glad you let go" she said and then excused herself to go to her room,

Then moment she left, Maki ran towards Gojo and Yaga, showing them what they found,

"We found these–"

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THESE FROM?" snapped Gojo unexpectedly, his eyes widened as he snatched the gun and photograph form Maki's hands,

"Damn Satoru what's got into you, relax!" exclaimed Yaga-sensei,

"W-we.." stuttered Nobara

"How did you get these? they were well hidden"

"Well hidden under Mei Mei's bed?" asked Maki in confusion

"What? what did you just say?" said Gojo and Yaga in union

"We found these under Mei Mei's bed, the gun hidden in a box , tucked beside that photograph and a pile of cash, do you possibly know to whom it belongs?"

"These belong to Toji Zenin" said Satoru

Maki and Nobara froze in place, trying to process what Gojo just said,

"T-toji?" they said in disbelief,

"This gun was used by Toji to murder Riko Amanai, and these in the picture are Megumi and his mother–" explained Yaga sensei

"It can only be one thing" expressed Gojo through gritted teeth, "She must be behind it" he added and started walking away, thinking about confronting her,

"GOJO STOP!" yelled Yaga sensei, holding Gojo in place, "What's happened to your common sense? vanished?"

"We can't assume anything now sensei!" said Nobara

"So all of this isn't enough to assume that she's got some dirty work with Toji Zenin going on behind our backs?" said Gojo aggressively

"Okay you're right, it is suspicious but we need a plan! a proper plan, do you think she'll admit it if you confront her? she'll find a lie and you'll never find the truth, not out of her! We need to know more about her first" explained Maki

"Know what?" asked Gojo impatiently

"I mean, Toji has nothing right? not even a house, do you think if he'd take Y/n to a hotel room after abducting her? Mei Mei must have provided a place for him" she added

"So if we can't ask her, how would we know?" asked Nobara,

"We ask her best friend" Suggest Maki shrugging,

....

"Is it ringing?" asked Yaga sensei,

"Yeah shh it is" said Gojo waiting for her to pick up the phone, "–Oh hello" he said through the phone

"Gojo? Hi what's up calling me late at night, is everything okay?"

"Utahime, yeah everything is fine, we just need you here, if it's possible can you make here in one hour at least?"

"Well I can, but is it an emergency?"

"Um it's– it's about Mei Mei, we're preparing a party for her and we need your help"

"A party? It's not even her birthday yet–"

"It's for her service, it's a habit here in Jujutsu High to hold a party for a teacher to honor them, and this time it's Mei Mei, she did a lot for us and for the school, besides it's the higher ups orders so..."

"Oh the higher ups? sure then I'll be there in an hour"

"Don't tell Mei Mei that you're coming though, it must remain a surprise, now we don't wanna spoil it"

"So should be meet outside the school?"

"Sure yeah, you can come to my house?!"

"Oh alright then, I'll be there"

With that they hung up the phone,

"She'll be here in one hour, I hope we can get her to talk"

"I hope she's not part of Mei Mei's plan though" Said Nobara.

"Don't you think we must tell the others? Maybe we need some backup?" suggested Maki

"Yeah, but some of them need to stay here to keep an eye on Mei Mei" said principal Yaga

"Alright, I'll go and tell them then,"

*Time skip, at Gojo's house*

They sat there, Gojo, Nanami, Maki and Megumi waiting for Utahime's arrival.

"You've got a nice and big house" pointed Maki

"Yeah but never a happy house" mumbled Gojo to himself,

"Do you think she'll tell us more about her?" asked Megumi and suddenly the bell rang,

"I guess we'll find out now!" said Nanami,

...

"So Utahime, I hope you corporate!" started Gojo not wasting any precious second,

"Corporate? you make it sound like if we're discussing business, and not preparing for a surprise party! it's a p-party right?"

she chuckled nervously,

"Not really! you need to tell us more about Mei Mei, some information that we don't know about"

"wait? what?" she asked nervously

"Is she meeting someone? did she tell you about something?"

"Gojo wait! why are you asking about this? I mean she lives there in the school dorms as well, so I guess you know more than I do"

"I don't think so, she's you're best friend she must have told you something about her plan?" said Maki

"Plan? what plan?"

"Ah come on Utahime dont play dumb"

"No for real! what plan, I thought you had a plan with her , Gojo to push Y/n away!"

"What? NO. I'm talking about her dirty plan with Toji"

"Toji? wait what's going on?" she said truly confused

"STOP LYING AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION, IF YOU'RE PART OF HER DIRTY GAME I'LL END BOTH OF YOU" exclaimed Gojo angrily, making Utahime step back, growing more and more impatient.

"Hey hey Gojo calm down, what's wrong with you? I understand you're frustrated but that's not the right way to find answers!" said Maki and the others nodded in agreement,

"Megumi please take him to the balcony while me and Maki handle this, he needs to calm down" suggest Nanami,

Megumi did as he said and took Gojo to get some fresh night air,

"Geez, you really developed anger issues, you were more laid back even in risky situations Gojo" started Megumi

"Not anymore, people change and I've changed"

"Y/n sensei is dear to all of us, so I am eager too to know where she is, and I truly understand how you feel"

"No Gumi, you don't, you don't understand because I'm not just sad, I'm feeling extremely guilty, because it's my damn fault"

"I'm feeling guilty too" said Megumi lowering his head,

"Hm? what for ? you're pretty close to Y/n and you're good friends not only a student and his teacher–"

"It's my father, he's the one who abducted her and only God knows what he's doing to her, I don't wanna even think about it. Is there any greater shame than this?" he said his voice cracking,

"Hey Megumi! look at me, your father's actions has nothing to do with you, he's the one who abducted her not you! you've always been nice and kind to Y/n. Sometimes family does things that we are ashamed of and completely in opposition of it but it doesn't mean we're like them just because we're related by blood, you are what you're truly in here" he said and pointed at Megumi's heart "And I know well what's in there Megumi! I raised you and I've seen you grow up to be a loyal, strong and kind hearted man! you're the complete opposite of your father so don't ever compare yourself to him again" said Gojo with a smile,

"If it's his fault, then why are you blaming yourself Gojo?"

"Because I'm the reason she left that night! I've said too many hurtful words, no one can handle to hear, no one deserves to hear but I was too agitated, too overwhelmed by my mixed feelings, trying to push her away from me over and over again–"

"Why? why'd you push her away from you? couldn't you have tried at least? maybe after what you've been through you were destined to finally find happiness with her! "

"My heart was a messy place to make it a comfortable place for her!"

"Was? so what changed now?"

"I want to try to make it comfortable for both of us, I want t-t to– nevermind! I have to find her, I have to make it up for her"

"I understand and we will find her, Y/n is strong I'm sure she's safe wherever she is" reassured Megumi, trying to lift Gojo's spirit again,

....

"So Utahime, we really need you to corporate so you better put that bestie thing with Mei Mei aside cuz this is a life or death matter!" begun Maki,

"D-death?"

"Toji escaped and we think that Mei Mei had a hand in this" added Nanami

"No way! Why would Mei Mei do that? I mean you know what Toji had done to the Jujutsu world!"

"We know, but we know that when people are full of hate are full of unexpected things!"

"Nanami what's wrong? what happened?"

"It's Y/n! Toji abducted her, and we found Toji's gun under Mei Mei's bed, even though it was well hidden.. do you still think she's got nothing to do with that?"

Her eyes wide open in shock and disbelief, her mouth hanging open, sad expressions drawn on her face,

"W-what? I didn't know I swear to God! I've – I've never thought it will go that way, I've never thought she could fall this far" she expressed her feelings, her heart crushing, she's never expected her long time best friend would do or be part of such thing, to betray the Jujutsu community.

"That's why we need your help! You know how important Y/n is to our world! we can't lose her" said Nanami "So please if you know anything, any place she owns, any small details tell us, we really need to know"

With a deep breath, she started thinking, trying to remember if Mei Mei told her anything,

"I remember she bought a house! but that was weeks ago!!"

"A house?"

"Yeah, she said she might settle in Tokyo if things went well between her and Gojo–"

"She's truly delusion" interrupted Maki rolling her eyes,

"Where is this house?" asked Nanami

"I'll take you there" said Utahime determined to help.

Despite being best friends with Mei Mei, her morals were more important! she's too loyal to the Jujutsu World and committed to the greater good, she knows about the prophecy and she can't afford to witness another loss on the Jujutsu community part.

"I'll go and tell Gojo and Megumi then– maybe Y/n is there"

.......

[ Kill her, and I'll bring your cash tomorrow when I see her lifeless body ]

Read Toji through the message that he received,

"See! I'm ordered to kill you now! How much trouble did you cause her for her to free me from the prison just to torture you and kill you" he said with a smirk

"F-fuck you and fuck her" you said through gritted teeth as you were thrown on the floor, your body hurting from the chains that were tied around your wrists and feet.

your lips and nose bleeding after hours of tortures,

"And you still got that attitude, after being beaten up? If I were you I wouldn't act so brave.."

"You'll never be me Toji! we're both considered inferior in the Jujutsu world but I learned how to be the real me and not what others want me to be, I didn't let others to order me around and kill people–"

"Are you trying to save yourself? and convince me to not kill you"

"no, I know I can't be saved, not just now but for a long time ago, but you know the funny thing is that we actually have something else in common beside being monkeys" you joked offensively trying to get on his nerves, you're going to die anyway so why'd you not offend him, you were tired if being stepped on so why not talk back.

"what?" he said in anticipation as he kneeled down,

"Both our families are disappointed in us, I disappointed my parents and you disappointed your son, Megumi, nice kid he's nothing like you–"

"M-megumi?"

And you struck a sensitive nerve in him,

You started laughing when you saw his face dropped and his expressions changed, your stomach hurts whenever you laughed he probably had broken some of yours ribs.

The you paused,

"Do it Toji. Do what you were assigned for, no one will come to my rescue anyway, do it, kill me" you said in a serious tone,

"Change in plan, let me have my fun with you before I take the light out of your eyes"

"You still have time for fun? the dawn will break soon–"

"Oh I know princess, don't you worry about it, I know I can't delay the sunlight but I know how to make the night even more darker... and you were right, Megumi's probably disappointed in me but lemme tell you something–" he paused and leaned forward, his face a few inches away from yours "That's who I truly am, a beast that preys on the weak, and you are weak Y/n no matter how hard you try to come off as strong"

he said and he reached to take off your shirt,

Your heart beats quickened, you thought he'd torture you in another way, and not attempt to do something filthy to you,

"No -no! I'd rather die" you said trying your best to break free from his grasp, but his huge body got you pinned down,

"What? you're not a fan of big guys? or your pathetic ass is loyal to a husband who's never paid attention to your existence?" he said looking you deep in the eyes, his huge hands circling around your neck, posing pressure on it,

You couldn't deny the pain and disappointment you felt. You really hoped Gojo would appear and save you, you wished he cared for you. You couldn't deny that you wanted Gojo; your husband to be your first time and not with someone who would brutally kill you after taking what he wants.

You'd die even before he kills you.

"no don't " you whispered, loosing your voice as his grip around your neck tightened, making it hard to breathe.

....

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER"

All what you can feel is the weight of Toji's body being removed from on top of you.

Toji's body forcefully thrown on the ground, your blurry eyes trying to focus on the figure standing right in front of you, slowly approaching you,

"Damn baby what did he do to you?" he said softly, softly brushing his finger over your bleeding lip.

"S-satoru, y-you came!" you whispered, your vision darkening and ears ringing,

"Of course I'm here with you, Y/n! Y/N !!!!!no no Y/N WAKE UP" he yelled as he held you in his arms.

....

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, your surroundings sharpening into details again, gulping with difficulty.

A serum attached to your vein,

"Sensei" said Yuji "Guys she's awake"

With that all of them circled around the bed you were laying on, their eyes look directly at you, greeting you with sincere smiles.

"How are you feeling?" asked Megumi.

You tried to leave the bed but they forced you to lay back. You looked around scanning the place, you were in the hospital, Shoko must have treated your wounds, everyone was there except your husband, Satoru.

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Not a Word 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, violence, parental abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a life in hiding, away from your father and the world, until a man decides to drag you into the light. (non-verbal reader)

Characters: Captain Syverson

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The smell of the roast fills the house as you focus on small tasks, things that aren’t urgent but keep you busy. Sy’s footfalls creak in the floorboard as he looms in the front room. You’re thankful to have him away from you for the time being. You’re confused and concerned about his unannounced arrival.

You’re not sure what he means. Blessing. You look at the flowers. You’re not stupid. That’s a clear gesture and yet why would he do that for you? Why would he have an interest in you?

The bigger question, one you can’t answer, how do you feel? Sy is nice enough but he’s scary all the same. Big and boisterous. He’s never done anything to you but you don’t really know him, do you? He doesn’t really know you. Well, this must be his way of getting to know you.

It’s all a mystery to you. Relationships and all. Even familial one. You know from the movies that what you have with your dad isn’t normal. You can feel that he only really resents you.

“Smells good,” Sy startles you.

You peek over your shoulder and close the fridge. You go to the sink to rinse the cloth of the crumbs you wiped off the shelves. You wring it out and hang it to dry over the edge of dish rack.

“Daddy’s late,” he clucks. “Ain’t he?”

You look at the clock then him and shrug. He circles the table, pacing as his thick fingers twiddle. As he prowls, you’re reminded of a coyote. They always get into the shed in the hotter months, tearing at the rubbish stored there before truck day.

“Anything I can help with, sugar? I don’t wanna be in your way,” he offers.

You shake your head. You turn to the stove and open it slightly to check the roast. Still a bit to go. The potatoes need some softening. You shut it as the floor groans. You peek back and catch only Sy’s back as he disappears down the hall. He must need the bathroom.

You continue your meandering cleaning. It’s not really messy at all but the place is old and everything’s a bit worn out, including you. As you adjust a canister in the spice rack, a noise catches your ear. Something familiar.

You tiptoe to the hall and peer down it. You frown. Your bedroom is open. You go down and peek inside. Sy stands facing the wall, staring at the diamond art you did of finches in a nest. It’s one of your favourites so you hung it.

He leans in as you tap on the door frame. He flinches and looks at you. He gives a sheepish expression and runs his hand over his beard.

“Sorry, wasn’t meanin’ to intrude but the door was open so I... I was just lookin’ at this. You made it?”

You nod. How can you tell him to get out? You have no way of making him. The door doesn’t always catch, he might not be lying.

“Real pretty,” he praises and approaches you, “like you.”

You blink and back up. You point back down the hall. You scurry away before he reaches you. You enter the kitchen and pull out a small saucepan. You’ll need it to make the gravy even if you won’t have the drippings to do so for some time.

The puffing putter of your father’s truck underlines the tension as Sy lurks in behind you. You stay facing the stove, stilling your hands as you keep them on the hot edge of the stove. The warmth is just short of unbearable.

Sy exhales and you brace yourself. Your heart beats furiously in anticipation. What will your dad think? How will he react? Usually, the large man cozens him with beer but today he’s only brought flowers. You can’t help but think of those floral curtains your dad tore down because they were too girly.

Your dad clamours loudly up the steps. The door opens and snaps shut behind his stomping. He keeps his boots on as he enters the kitchen and scuffs short.

Sy clears his throat, “hey, Don, how’s it goin’?”

“Mmph, what’re ya doin’ here?” Your dad grumbles. You watch over your shoulder as he brushes past the large man and slams his lunch pail on the table. “Damn shit show down at the shop.”

“Every day, isn’t it?” Sy chuckles.

“Why’re you dressed like a funeral?” Your dad sniffs as he goes to the fridge. He snorts as he takes out the last beer. “Runnin’ low on Miller, too.”

You wince and turn back to the stove. You do your best not to draw any attention. The awkwardness is as stolid as the heat radiating from the metal.

“Well, ya know, I was comin’ to ask ya something important,” Sy explains. “About your daughter.”

Your dad cracks the can open and slurps, nearly choking at the end, “her? What’d’ya want with that deaf rat?”

Sy inhales audibly, “now, that ain’t no way to talk about a lady, is it?”

“Lady?” Your dad chortles, “sure, Syverson, whatever you wanna call the appliance.”

“I’m gonna say it one more time, you don’t talk about a lady that way,” Sy warns, the nervousness fading from his tone. “I came to ask for your blessing as I do have intentions with her. I’d like to... to build something with her. I’m a good man, Don, I think--”

“Fucking shit,” your dad guffaws. “You ain’t serious? Her?”

“She’s a nice lady. She keeps a good house, don’t she?”

“She’s no use to you,” he retorts. “Got no more personality than a lamp. She can turn the stove on and wipe a dish clean but nothing else goin’ on there.”

The oven buzzes and you quickly silence the timer. You take the oven mitts as the men behind you shift. You step back to open the door and carefully balance the roast pan as you bring it up onto the burners. Your dad makes another throaty noise.

“Sure smells like a good dinner,” Sy says. “How about we enjoy it together--”

“You’re fucking laughin’.” Your dad accuses. “Makin’ a joke of me ‘cause I’m stuck with the moron.”

“Don,” Sy grits.

“Nah, she’s a doornail, I know it. I don’t need ya pullin’ my leg about it.”

“I’m not,” Sy insists.

“Look at her. Like a goddamn robot. All she know how to do is cook and clean. Empty inside, ya know? It’s why she don’t talk. Nothin’ goin’ on, nothin’ to say.”

“That ain’t true, and ya know it. You got no right mistreating your own daughter. I don’t like it.”

“She’s my daughter, so why don’t ya take that ugly tie and get outta my house?” Your father snarls.

“I came here honestly, Don. I’m not here to argue. I asked ya a question--”

“No, you ain’t got my blessing. I told ya, she’s a fucking invalid--”

“Don’t--”

“You big lumphead, why don’t you ask her and see what she says?” Your dad interrupts. “Huh, see what you hear...” he pauses and you don’t move. You’re terrified. “See? She’s wacky--”

“Don, you have some respect for her--”

“Don’t tell me how to treat my own kin.”

“Well, I’m tellin’ ya,” Sy sneers as his shadow moves.

“You threatening me right now, boy?” Your dad puffs.

“Only if you’re not gonna show her some decency--”

“Get out of my house. You’re just as screwy as her. Two of ya together, fucked--”

“Stop.”

“Well, it’s true. Fucking mad for even thinkin’ of it--”

“You don’t treat her right--”

“And what would ya do with her? Big fucking ox like you. I seen the way you handle an engine. You’d break her.”

“I didn’t call you any names, you don’t needa be rude.”

“Rude? Aw, baby boy--”

“I been nice, Don--”

“Boo fucking h--”

The crack of bone on bone makes you flinch. Then the loud crash and clatter draws you around. Your head is thrumming as your father’s body sprawls across the floor, the table scraping away from him. You only see his feet poking out from the other side.

Sy stands over him, squared up, fists clenched, panting heavily. He’s a terrifying sight as he glares down at your father. You clasp your hands over your chest and sway. He doesn’t move.

Slowly, you come around to look at your dad. He’s unconscious. His head lolls to one side as trickle of blood appears at the corner of his mouth. He’s not moving. You stare at his chest in search of his breath. One hit... no, that couldn’t be.

The flowers lay across the floor, the canister overturned as water pools on the tile.

“Told him not to insult ya,” Sy growls.

Your eyes round and lower yourself to look over your dad. He can’t be gone. That doesn’t make any sense. There’s no way one punch could kill him. Is there?

“Don’t touch him, sugar,” Sy commands as he bends to catch your wrist before you can check for a pulse. “I’ll take care of it.”

You look at him and your mouth falls open. What does he mean? You fidget in his grasp and shake your other hand. What do you mean?

“I didn’t mean to...” he drags you up and away from your dad.

You let him, quaking and afraid. If he can do that to your dad, what could he do to you? He puts you by the stove.

He turns and strides around the table. He doesn’t hesitate as he lifts up your dad and carries out his limp body. You watch after him until you hear the garage door. What is he doing?

You cling to the stove and listen. You hear metals and scraping, the grind of the rusted old hood opening in that old broken Bronco truck. A cantankerous cacophony. Then a deafening crash.

The garage door opens and Sy’s footsteps come down the hall. He walks in calmly and pulls the table back into place. He fixes the chair and gathers up the stems, putting them all back into the canister. He hands the bunch to you.

“Needs more water.” He says plainly. “I’ll get the mop.” You stare at him as you hold the canister in your hands.

He backs away and leaves you without another word. You look at the flower then fill the canister again. You put it back on the table as he comes back. He hands you the mop.

“You mind? I gotta call the medics for your daddy,” he drawls. “You know, I told him not to yank that chain. Whole engine just came down on him...”

Your lashes flutter in confusion. You take the mop and he steps away. He takes out his cell phone and pauses, inhaling deeply. You sop up the water cautiously.

He dials out and lifts the phone to his ear. You take the mop to wring out in the tub. You go down the hall and peek through the open garage door. You stop short as you come upon the scene.

Your dad is bent under the open hood, his shoulders contorted grossly. The hoist is overturned, the chains twisted as the engine sandwiches your dad’s head beneath it. A tragic scene of carelessness. Staged perfectly.

Your stomach churns as Sy’s voice drowns under the tempo of your fear. You grip the mop and twitch as your insides spasm. You think you’re going to be sick.

Dead. He's dead. Sy killed him. It was an accident. He said so. He didn't mean to, right? He couldn't have meant to. They were friends. He always came over with beer. For your dad, not you.

“Aw, honey, don’t look at all that,” Sy comes down the hall towards you and you shy away.

You bring the mop close to you and stumble away from him. You hold it up then quickly flee. You scurry down the bathroom as the garage door clicks shut. Sy tuts as he lingers.

“Gotta wait for the cops to show,” he calls after you. “They on their way.”

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