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unhook

PAIRING: nerd!rafe cameron x nerd!fem!reader

SUMMARY: it’s rafe’s first sleepover with his first girlfriend – who is equally shy as him – but she needs help with unhooking her bra.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: shy rafe & reader; she/her pronouns used for reader; slightly suggestive (?) but it’s soft and fluffy 🫶

EDITH SPEAKS: we don’t just have nerd rafe now, we now have nerd reader too 🥰 I loveddddd writing the two of them, just a couple of soft and shy teenagers who like each other so much but are just so anxious 🥹 I have a cool idea on the background lore of this pairing and hopefully I’ll be able to write their full fic one day 🫶 anyways! if you enjoy reading, please reblog and share any feedback you may have 💞💞 also, my inbox is open to discuss all kinds of thoughts && hcs!!! xx

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Rafe Cameron was an expert at a lot of things: physics, maths, programming, robotics, chemistry, but there was one thing no book could ever teach him. 

And it was how to act around girls. 

Throughout his life, he thought keeping a safe distance from girls was best for him; relationships and everything else would come to him when the time is right. 

But he definitely didn’t think that time would come this soon – in high school. 

He was best known for his concentration, and how he could sit still and study for hours on end, not giving up until he was done learning what he wanted to. But this one girl, she was becoming a distraction. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was as if he could see her name hidden between the words of the book he was reading, tucked safely as a sweet memory of this new person who had just waltzed into his life. 

And somehow, the one thing that made all of this sweeter was that the girl – you – was also just like him. Just as inexperienced, just as nervous, and, he didn’t realise it, but also just as adorable as him. 

It was hard for Rafe to get his mind off someone who had so many common interests as him. You loved science and technology just as much as he did, and you both were somehow just always on the same wavelength with almost everything you talked about. 

Now, fast forwarding past the awkward talking stage (well, what’s to say it sometimes still isn’t awkward), Rafe finally bagged you, yes, that’s right, Rafe Cameron got a girlfriend. 

And a damn intelligent one at that. 

So, after everything, he has you invited over to his place for your first ever sleepover. The nerves are even more than usual, but he’s trying his best to make this work, just for the two of you. 

Starting from when you arrive till the dinner with his family, everything is super smooth. You both talk a bit, and Rafe can feel the nervousness between you two is beginning to die, to create something that’s more comforting and warm instead. 

But, all the effort he puts to make everything light hearted comes crashing down when he realises nighttime is nearing closer and closer. Meaning, the time to share a bed is getting closer. He makes the offer of his own clothes for your nightwear, which he’s super happy you accept. 

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his fingers fiddling nervously with the hem of his own shirt as he waits for you to finish changing and freshening up in the washroom. He can feel his mind go absolute berserk, an infinite number of thoughts looping themselves in his head and playing like a broken record. He’s attempting to get his mind off these thoughts, oh he is trying so hard, but he just can’t.

Rafe nervously looks up at the clock hanging on his wall and realises a little too much time has passed since you went to the washroom. It concerns him a tiny fraction, but he attempts to relax that thought by telling himself you must genuinely take time in the washroom to freshen up. 

But then he hears your voice calling out your name – oh how he loves the way his name sounds so sweet on your lips, but more on that later – and it seems as if you’re a little uneasy. 

“Yeah?” He asks, and his voice automatically takes that softness that somehow only comes up when he’s talking to you. He gets up from his bed and makes his way to the closed washroom door, gently pressing an ear to it. “Everything alright?”

A long moment of silence passes and Rafe doesn’t hear anything from across the door, which almost tempts him to call out to you again, but your voice finally crosses the wood. 

“I uh… I need help,” Your voice is already muffled due to the hardwood barrier between you two, but the obvious timidness in your tone makes it even more difficult for Rafe to catch your words. 

“Yeah yeah, what is it, sweets?” He says softly, the nickname rolling off almost effortlessly. Whoa, where did that confidence come from? Again, a topic reserved for a much later conversation. 

Another long moment of silence passes, and Rafe can now sense the anxiousness through the door, understanding that whatever it is, it’s making you feel more shy than usual. 

“My, my bra hook’s stuck… I need help with it,” Somehow, your voice has gotten even quieter. 

Now it’s Rafe’s turn to get quiet. 

It takes time for your words, and their implication, to settle in him. His limbs feel permanently tethered to the ground below him by a strong force, and that nothing can make him budge. But he soon realises that force is entirely superficial and it’s his own nerves keeping him fixed. 

Fighting the strong nerves he musters the courage to speak up again. “You, you need my help?” He asks. 

“Yes please,” comes your reply and he hears a heavy exhale escaping you along with your words, as if you’re letting go of the heavy weight of having to tell him what your current situation is. 

But god, Rafe doesn’t have a single clue how he’s going to react on what’s bound to happen next. 

He hears you unlock the door from inside, and he wraps his fingers around the doorknob, slowly twisting it to open the door. 

You’re standing in the center of the washroom, your back towards the door. He can see you’ve changed into his old shorts he gave you, but the t-shirt is sitting on the counter and you’re standing in just your bra. When you hear the door creak open, you turn to look over your shoulder and meet Rafe’s eyes. 

The moment you see him, you shy your gaze away from him. “Uh, it’s stuck real bad…” you mumble quietly. 

“Oh uh, I’ll… I’ll have a look,” Rafe mutters, moving closer to you so there’s barely any space between you two. He can feel the warmth of your back against his chest and it seems so inviting and soft. 

His heart begins to thump loud in his chest, and the deep curtain of silence that envelopes you two makes it even more loud to his ears. 

Rafe swallows the lump in his throat and lifts his hand up. He brings his fingers close to your back so that the fingertips are almost hovering over the inviting skin. 

Do it, Rafe, do it. You’re here to help her, that’s it.

Subconsciously nodding to himself, Rafe lets his fingertips gently press over your back and oh my god your skin is so damn soft. The situation is making heat rush to his face, and he just knows his cheeks are tinted with a champagne pink which is very hard to miss.

He can hear the hitch in your breath the moment his fingers touch your skin, as if the small contact is spreading an electric current throughout your body. Rafe lets his fingers linger over the bra hook, and he brings his other hand up too, attempting to sort the stuck hook out. 

“It’s a little stuck…” he murmurs under his breath as he has his way with the hook, but also makes sure none of his movements are too harsh that it hurts you in any way. 

“That bad?” You ask meekly, glancing at Rafe over your shoulder. He catches the look of sheepishness on your face, knowing how awkward you might be feeling in this situation. 

“I just need a minute, yeah?” He tells you softly, and allows himself to be a little bold, letting his hand drift over your shoulder and squeeze it softly. As much as his heart is beating fast in his chest and his fingers are itching to feel the expanse of your soft flesh, he also knows he should be a little confident because that’ll help you feel a little more comfortable. 

His actions do the expected, your tense shoulders relax a bit and you nod to let him continue. Rafe brings his hands back to the hook and lets out a deep breath. Okay, lets just look at this carefully. He takes a moment to inspect exactly how the hook is stuck, and then, carefully, he lets his fingers work through the stuck hook. 

It takes a long moment, both him and you standing in the quiet space of the bathroom with bated breaths, but finally, Rafe pops open the hook. That is the moment when your body gets fully relaxed, and he understands how relieving it must be for you to not have a tight constraint around your chest anymore. 

He can’t convince himself to bring his hands back down to his sides, his palms now fully resting on your back above your shoulder blades. You stand there, keeping a hand over the bra to keep yourself covered. 

“Are you feeling better?” He asks softly, feeling a little more bold as his fingertips begin to trail over your back, tracing over the length of your spine till your tailbone and coming back up right at the nape of your neck with a touch so slow and gentle. 

“Yeah…” you murmur, “thank you so much, Rafe,” 

Rafe can’t help the small smile that pulls his lips at your words. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment. “You’re welcome,” he mumbles softly into your skin, before pulling back. 

He clears his throat and reluctantly gets his hands off you, taking a step back towards the door. “I’ll uh, I’ll let you change yeah?” He says softly and watches you nod, but this time you don’t turn to look at him. He makes his way out of the washroom and steps out, closing the door behind him and resting his head back against the hardwood. 

He closes his eyes, letting out soft puffs of air through his exhales as his mind plays back the last few moments: his fingers on your skin, soaking up its velvety feel. 

He doesn’t know where he got the wave of confidence from which allowed him to touch you that beautifully, but somewhere, he’s glad he got it, because now, he absolutely can’t even think of anything else besides you, your supple skin, and how he might ultimately get to feel more than just your back under his hands. 

Well, this only makes him ecstatic about the impending sleepover. 

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[voitier]

HANS - In your Hands

둘 : Of caramel and coffee grounds

In a world where every single step is recorded and analysed by cameras, F1 racer Jeon Jungkook could care less about his reputation, having decided that with the amount of money he has he could buy the silence of everybody, if he wished.

Behind him, there's a girl losing her mind trying to get him to behave, knowing that her job is at risk if she doesn't cover up his mess-ups in time.

What happens when one of the most influential and world recognised racers falls head over heels for his PR manager, who absolutely despises his "I've got it all" attitude and wants nothing more than to keep doing her job in peace?

WORDCOUNT: 2k3 words

WARNING: 18+, description of semi-public sexual acts, kinda getting caught

AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay so. first of all, I owe you all my gratitude and affection towards anyone who got interested in the story, who supports me and believes in this little "project" as much as I do. second of all, I owe y'all also my apologies: this part was meant to be part 1 of chapter 2, not the whole chapter itself. however, life got in the way and unfortunately I couldn't do much work over the weekend, and I promised that I would post chapter 2 either during the weekend or monday so it was only fair that I kept my promise and posted it nevertheless.

now, to the chapter itself: this one is heavily focused on OC and Tae's dynamics, we won't see JK until the very end of it, and even then it's just a couple of minutes worth of interactions.

I'd also say that it's heavily explicit but I would be lying, just know that the whole ordeal will take place while OC and Tae are "messing" with each other. why? you may ask. because I needed to introduce to you some of the themes that will be discussed later on, and OC happens to be one of those people whose psyche heavily influences the things she enjoys when having sex, what makes her feels safe and what doesn't, what she redeems right and what not. there are hints to her past, but take them as they are now: just hints. time will unfold everything.

I hope you're not too mad that this chapter is short and JK doesn't make much of an appearance. enjoy your reading, I will wait for you in the comments/Inbox. love you all <3

“Coffee?” 

“Sure” 

Taehyung handed you an ice cold cup, filled to the brim with your iced coffee and topped with cream. 

You smiled, stirring the straw in a couple times before taking a sip. Caramel. “How did you know?” 

“You used to drink the exact same thing in college. Still disgusting, by the way.” 

You scoffed, kicking your leg dipped in the cold water of the pool to splash the man. Taehyung chuckled, tossing his shirt to the side before jumping in the water beside you. He emerged from the water, pushing his slick hair back. 

You lowered your eyes on your drink, doing your best to hide the way your gaze followed every single drop of water dripping on his skin, tracing every curve and crevice you spent nights trying to forget about. 

"You're not jumping in?"

"I have work to do," putting the cup down, you raise your notepad kept at a much needed distance from the pool. Months and months worth of work were scribbled down on its pages, and you weren't risking losing it just because you wanted to tan in the sun by the open-roof pool of the hotel. Not even a chance. 

Taehyung groaned, complaining with a whiny voice: "You can work later. C'mon, you're never relaxing. Plus, the water is really cold and nice."

Sighing, you shook your head, closing the notepad shit again. You turned around, ready to pull yourself up, muttering something about him not bribing you in, when two big hands grabbed your hips, pulling you inside the pool completely. 

"Taehyung!" you gasped, body shaking with the sudden impact of the cold water hugging you whole. 

"Here we go, much better," he murmured, face dangerously close to yours as he kept you trapped between his body and the pool wall. "Feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Taehyung..." you whispered, looking right over his shoulder to not encounter his eyes. You knew what intensity they held, and you knew you would cave in immediately if you dared to look at him. Your body tensed up when you felt his hand travel from your hips to your leg, silently thanking the water that hid the goosebumps rising all over. "This is not right," you whispered, probably more to yourself than him, your resolutions threatening to crumble as soon as he hit the right buttons. 

"Why not?" he asked, lips hovering the nape of your neck, his breath warm against your cold skin. You could feel the ghost of his kisses resurface to life, the memories of countless nights spent together hitting you at once. "Your man was hidden in the bathroom of the garage fucking the first willing woman he found and we can't have fun like we used to in the privacy of closed walls?"

Your breath hitched at his words.

Your man. Jungkook.

With the first willing woman. Isadora.

Fucking...?

"Wait what did you say?" you suddenly asked, pushing him back just the right amount to look at him as he spoke.

He cocked his head to the side, raising his eyebrow in a are you serious? manner. A little smirk pulled at his mouth, and he shook his head side by side in disbelief. 

"What did you think they were doing in there, Vel? Holding hands, exchanging rings?" 

You brushed away the feeling of your heart dropping at the nickname, Vel. It had been years since you last heard it, and you certainly didn't enjoy hearing it now and bringing back all the memories attached to it.

"I'm not that stupid."

"Never said you were."

"I just... I didn't think he would go all out, that's all."

"Last minute nerves, sometimes getting blown just doesn't do the job as it should." With a shrug, Taehyung swam back slightly and gave you time to digest what he had implied, observing you with critical eyes in the meantime. "Are you seriously shocked?" he asked tentatively, getting closer again. His other hand traveled to your back, pushing you gently against his stiff body.

Taehyung managed to be exactly what you needed every time you felt like you were tethering on the edge of failure: broad, stiff, firm. Secure in a way you envied. So it was no surprise when you let your body mold into his, throwing your head back with a groan that was both exhausted and terrified. 

"I'm so tired of having to cover up scandals left and right before the media and journalists find out. At least in the garage I thought I could have some peace from that," you whined, finally giving in and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. The smell of chlorine mixed with coffee grounds inebriated your system, momentarily distracting you from the mess you cleared up without even really knowing about it. You nuzzled your face into his neck further, drinking in his smell, letting your body and mind remember what it felt like to feel anchored and safe.

"Now you get why I'm not as worried as you are? We all have our good dose of mess-ups, here. You deserve to be human like the rest of us, Vel"

You deserve to be human like the rest of us, Vel.

Your throat constricted at his words, hands impulsively gripping his shoulders. Did you actually deserve to rest, to mess up? You weren't famous. You weren't rich either, maybe well-put is a more appropriate adjective to describe your economical status, yet you weren't one of those who could retire now and live comfortably like someone else could. That someone, of course, was none other than Jeon Jungkook, who not only could live off the amount of money his bank had stored away, but he could also buy everyone's silence in case one of his mess-ups accidentally slipped from your fingers and became public dominion.

Taehyung lips zeroed on your neck, taking his time leaving kisses behind, wanting to make you relax, first of all, and then take further steps. He made sure you were leaning on the pool wall, his gestures carrying a caringness that felt oddly familiar, yet still scary. He handled you with care and  affection, his touch expressing something that almost resembled a devotional act. 

He was careful and tentative the same way adults who were once musicians sit down at an old piano and slowly start to press random keys until they grow confident enough to play by heart one of their favourite compositions they learned when they were a child. 

That's what Taehyung was doing – playing you, playing your body, remembering exactly which keys to press, yet being careful in case some of them got out of tune over time. He didn't push, but he didn't pull back either. He acclimated you back again to the rhythm slowly, gently lulling you back into the routine. 

His kisses didn't hold the desperation they used to back when you were merely more than a teenager anymore, nor the seduction he used when you weren't totally in the mood, and he knew you could benefit from letting loose even for as little as a couple minutes.

He was measured, controlled, almost gentleman-like, if you will. His touch grew bolder, hands sliding under your legs and hooking them around his torso, pressing you further against the wall.

There, trapped between a literal wall of concrete and Taehyung's hard body, you couldn't help but feel safe, stable, grounded in a way that wasn't new to you. Years back, Taehyung had learned that you thrived off being pressed, almost trapped, between his body and a hard solid surface, whether it was the bed, the wall, or a library. What you couldn't handle though, and you two found out when you were around 21 years old, was not having something solid holding you. Safe to say, mirror sex with your hands on each side of the mirror didn't feel good at all for you, feeling way too "abandoned" to actually focus on pleasure. Taehyung was sure there was some sort of psychological explanation behind it, but it wasn't his place to ask you, so he never did.

You sighed softly, throwing your head back as Taehyung pestered your throat and collarbones in kisses, dipping your hand in his soaking wet hair. You couldn't help but let out a content hum as your body gave into his ministrations, going lax under his touch. 

He was definitely right, it felt so fucking good to give yourself to someone who knew what they were doing. 

"Just like that," he murmured against your skin, "we don't have to rush. We have all the time in the world."

“Tae,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck for support. Taehyung’s fingers hooked under the straps of your bra, pulling it down your shoulders to continue his attack on your flesh. One of his hands traveled further down to cup your breast over your bikini, groaning as he became hungrier for this, hungrier for you. 

The sharp ringing of the elevator that opened right a few feet from the pool snatched you from the bubble of bliss Taehyung had so carefully brought you in, forcing a gasp from your lips and your nerves to jump at attention.

You turned around, panic rising as you saw a familiar silhouette with its head low on his phone appearing inch by inch as the doors opened slowly. Jungkook. 

“Taehyung,” you hissed, panicking, tapping his shoulders hurriedly. 

“Don’t make a sound,” was all he said before he dunked his head underwater, swimming lower and lower. You tried your best to act like nothing was happening as Jungkook got closer, his eyes lighting up as they spotted you. 

“Ah, here you are!” he exclaimed, sporting one of his best grins on his lips. “I’ve been trying to call you for the past ten minutes, no wonder you weren’t picking up!”

“Jungkook,” you forced a cough right after to cover up the way your voice cracked as you called his name, trying to ignore with all your might the way Taehyung decided that it was an appropriate space and time to make his hands run up and down your legs, slowly inching them closer to your core, slowly, torturing you in the process. His fingers brushed your inner thighs, his touch so delicate that it felt like something was tickling you instead. You clamped your legs shut, immediately regretting your choice as it had given him the perfect opportunity to push his fingers further up, fingertips grazing with feather-like pressure on your bikini-covered skin. 

Fuck. 

“...and,” Jungkook stopped his rambling, which you hadn’t heard at all, and shut his mouth to look at you better. He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, squinting his eyes to analyse you better. “Are you alright, Y/N? You look kinda flushed.”

You hummed, nodding your head up and down quickly, internally cringing at yourself as you heard the high-pitched sound that came from your lips. “Yeah, yes! Must be the sun,” your finger pointed up at the open roof, and you took advantage of the moment Jungkook looked up to try and push Taehyung away.

The man didn’t budge.

At all.

If anything, your little "rebellion" only spurred him on, and in a matter of seconds he had slipped two fingers inside your swimsuit, slowly circling your clit and sending sparks throughout your body. 

You hoped Jungkook wouldn't catch on to the way your breathing pattern grew irregular, heavier, or the way your cheeks flushed crimson red, or the trembling of your fingers. You had to find a way to get him out of there, immediately, before you lost all sense of shame and control and fucked Taehyung right in front of his eyes.

"Anyway, do you mind if I join you?"

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"Yes! I mean– no, not like that, of course you can, it's not my pool, is it?" you chuckled nervously, kicking your legs underwater to tell Taehyung that now he really had to fucking stop messing around. "But shouldn't you go back inside and change? You don't have your swimsuit on."

Jungkook opened his mouth to talk, but immediately snapped it close. His eyes lit up for a brief second before a little smirk took over his lips, the next sentence sending you straight into cardiac arrest. "But I was thinking of swimming naked, Y/N, it would be... freeing."

"What–"

"Besides, aren't you naked too?"

That definitely froze you on the spot. And apparently, Taehyung had managed to hear something from his position, cause he had stopped, too. 

"Uhm... Jungkook, what are you talking about?"

The boy's eyes traveled up and down your body – or, well, what could be seen of it – before his fingers pointed to your form, even though confusion and hesitancy was now clear. 

"Aren't you...?"

You looked down to where he was pointing, gasping as only then you had realised that the straps of your bra were still down your shoulders, just like Taehyung had wanted them. From his position, not too close to the pool, it definitely looked like you were wearing nothing. 

"Oh my god, no!" you exclaimed, immediately pulling them up and around your shoulders. "Here, they were down cause they slipped. Were you seriously considering getting in naked? While believing I was naked, too?"

Right as Jungkook was about to feed you one of his shitty excuses you interrupted him, shooing him away with your hands. "Go, go change, I don't wanna hear anything."

Sulking, he walked towards the elevator, totally acting like a four year old throwing a tantrum: pouting, shoulders slumped over, feet dragging on the ground, exclaiming a defensive "Oh, c'mon, it would have been a nice view!"

"Fuck off, bun," you laughed, yelling something about waiting for him to change in his swimming attire.

You didn’t catch it, but his lips turned upwards in a soft smile right as the elevator’s doors closed.

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[laceyhearts]

౨ৎ WORTH IT ; AZZI FUDD !

➪ summary: when her and her contagious happy energy weasels her way into azzi's life, she hesitates to tell people. but after a bad day, all y/n wants is her, and nothing's going to stop her from getting to her, not even the crowd of teammates at her place

➪ pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none, not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ emma's notes: azzi been plaguing my mind way too much and so i had to edit this and get this out. this will be the start of the thought collection "black-cat!azzi" so if you have any thoughts about that, feel free to pop into the inbox!

© laceyhearts ; do not copy, repost, translate, or put my work through ai generators. do not copy or remake my themes, graphics, or layouts.

She was always told she had this effect on people. The kind of effect that if someone were having the worst of all days, one look at her would make it all the better. 

Y/n got used to this, everyone saying that she had this glow about her that just made them want to smile, but she never believed it. Not until Azzi Fudd. 

Azzi Fudd was the kind of girl that always looked like something had upset her or someone had pissed her off just moments before she looked at her. Though for y/n, she never thought it was because of that. From the second she met her, she knew there was another layer to Azzi that no one else knew about, hell, maybe even her closest friends and family didn’t even know about it. And she was determined to figure out what it was.

So, when the opportunity arose, she sat next to her on the first day of one of their classes, grinning at her like she just won the lottery. Azzi gave her a skeptical look, eyeing her up and down, appalled at the fact that she was so happy on a Monday at 9 in the morning. 

She just introduced herself, her smile never wavering, even when all Azzi did was nod and turn back to her phone, music still playing through her headphones. And for a few weeks, that was all it was. Y/n saying hi and Azzi giving a less than committal response before sitting in silence for the rest of the class. 

And almost two weeks of having classes with her every Tuesday and Thursday, before she said something back. Four classes weren’t a lot, but maybe it was her effect, the effect she had to nuzzle her way into Azzi’s heart, warming it every time she even glanced at her. 

She wasn’t expecting it in the least, the small ‘hey’ she all but whispered when y/n gave her her beaming smile, but that only caused her to smile wider. And with each passing class, she would say more and more, and that was when her relationship with Azzi Fudd started. The sunshine girl and the black cat girlfriend.

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Six months later, y/n and Azzi had been dating for going on four months, and Azzi still yet to tell anyone. Maybe it was because she was scared of admitting she found a soft spot for someone and she would get teased relentlessly for it, or it was because she was protecting y/n from the teasing she knew she would get once her friends saw her with her. 

She didn’t mind, not in the slightest. She was happy to keep their relationship private if that’s what she wanted. All she wanted was her, no matter the format. But now? Now it didn’t matter if the whole world was watching the two of them; she needed her. 

This had to have been the longest day she’d ever experienced. From almost running into class late, to the missing reports she had lying on her desk that she needed for her project, to the twisting of her ankle on the walk back to her apartment, down to the coffee she spilled over herself in the middle of the cafe. 

To be frank, y/n was over it, her mind was scattered, her body was worn, and all she wanted was to curl up on her girlfriend’s chest and forget about today. So with the rest of her willpower, she bundled up in a pair of sweatpants, one of Azzi’s sweatshirts, tied her hair up in a ponytail with her phone and wallet in her hands, and headed out the door. 

The walk to Azzi’s wasn’t long, but the slight chill in the air made it seem like it went on for longer than 10 minutes, coupled with the exhaustion setting heavy in her bones. She tugged her sleeves over her hands as she walked up the stairs to her place; the elevator being broken was just another layer to her shitty day. 

Her mind was so focused on Azzi’s comfort that she barely noticed the people surrounding her as she walked through the door, kicking her shoes off and bee-lining it to where she lay spread out on the couch, collapsing on top of her, burying her head in her chest. 

Everyone froze; KK’s hand stopped inches from her mouth, holding a piece of pizza, Paige’s eyebrows quirked, water bottle in hand, Ice glanced over from where she was fiddling with the TV remote, Aubrey looked up from her phone, and Sarah’s mouth hung open just slightly before she closed it, her attempt to mask her confusion and amusement futile. 

But Azzi paid no mind to them, her arms wrapping around almost like second nature, one hand coming to play with her hair, releasing it from the ponytail, as the other rubs soothing circles across her back, slipping beneath her hoodie. She murmured something low in her ear, a soft, “I got you,” and nothing else, holding y/n tighter against her. 

She pressed a soft kiss to her temple, her movements never wavering as she focused all of her attention on her. Y/n’s legs tangled with hers as she tried to push herself closer against her, causing Azzi to let out a tiny laugh that left everyone else exchanging glances. 

She felt safe being surrounded by her, almost like her own personal blanket that y/n was dead set on keeping. She gripped Azzi’s hoodie, clutching it in her hands as if letting go would make her disappear. This was the only thing she needed after a long day. 

No one knew what to do, watching her, someone they didn’t know, curl up with their teammate, someone they did know who had a reputation for not being good with physical affection or showing any signs of what they were feeling besides being annoyed. It was odd.

“Uh, Azzi-”

“Shh.” Azzi cut KK off with a simple sound, holding her tighter like she was protecting her from her friends’ words. 

Despite the circumstances, Azzi’s lips turned into a soft smile, not caring that her friends were seeing her like this, she loved having her in her arms, it was her favorite thing in the world. The feel of y/n against her, providing warmth both physically and emotionally, the way she looked so adorable with her face smushed against her chest, the soft snores she sometimes let out if she stayed in that position for one too many minutes. She was sure there was no better feeling than this. 

It didn’t take long for y/n to drift off, not even the slightest bit put off by the five or six other people staring at her as she made herself comfortable. As long as Azzi was with her, she could fall asleep anywhere. 

A few minutes after her dozed off, Paige cleared her throat, eyes flickering between her face and her friend’s, “So…”

Azzi looked up, her previous blissful expression falling off, and a hardened one took over. “Yes?”

“Who’s this?” Paige’s face was nothing but amused, her lips turned into a teasing smile, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, c’mon, Az. She waltzes in here like she owns the place, doesn’t even bat an eye at who’s here before practically jumping on you, and then falls asleep with your arms around her. We’re dumb, not stupid.”

She just rolled her eyes, her gaze softening as she looked back down at y/n, brushing her hair behind your ear, away from her face. She sighed softly before nodding, “Fine. What do you want to know?”

“When did you meet her?” “What’s her name?” “How long has this been going on?” “How’d she get you to-” 

She glared at them as y/n shifted, their overlapping voices too loud for her to ignore. They shut up quickly at her stare, watching as y/n’s head turned to lie on the other side before her breathing evened out once again. 

“One at a time and be quiet.”

“What’s her name?”

“Her name’s y/n.”

“When did you guys meet?”

“We met six months ago when classes started; she’s in my finance class.”

“When did you-”

“Four months ago.”

“How-”

“She has that effect on people.” Azzi’s voice murmured, peering down at her again, fingers running through her hair to further calm her down as she slept. 

No one spoke again, watching their friend’s actions with small smiles on their faces. They were never really sure they would see a soft side to Azzi Fudd, but now that they met her - if she could even call it a meeting -, they were sure that would change. 

And one thing Azzi knew was that she didn’t care who knew about the two of them anymore. As long as y/n was okay, she’d scream it from the rooftops. She was worth it.

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[the-s1lly-corner]

48 hour requests

That's right! It's that time again! As always there is the info! TLDR on the rules under the cut, I do recommend skimming through the Fandom list real quick though as the tags likely don't cover all

Rules and fandoms

NOTE that this blog runs off a queue system, so be patient! The queue is set to post two x reader posts a day by default, should the queue exceed 40 requests it will be bumped to three posts daily

WHAT I WILL WRITE

romantic, platonic, familial... angst, and fluff! anything that isnt NSFW is fine (Ive got a blog for that... requests are... partially opened... kinda... you're free to ask for it so long as you have an age indicator somewhere on your blog. otherwise if you stumble upon it and interact w/o an indicator you will be blocked on sight no exceptions.).. poly is allowed!

readers with traits (can be anything really! hobbies, looks, and so on!), readers are GN by default but you can request a specific gender I just cant say how relevant haha/lh

maximum of 3-4 characters per request, no specified characters will be thrown to a wheel to choose characters. prompt/alphabet requests are limited to 3 prompts 1 character per ask for masterlist purposes

AUs are allowed to a degree- if its a specific AU by someone else it might be rejected due to me not knowing the source/AU

Suggestive requests are allowed BUT there is an unclear line. I will communicate when something teeters too close to NSFW territory

WHAT I WONT WRITE

full on NSFW or hard topics (rape, incest, ect). topics such as ED or SH or past abuse may be asked so long as its not on screen or an endorsement, but even then it may still be denied. fully hinges off of admins mental health that day and what exactly is being requested

some characters are locked for platonic requests only, any requests for romance will be deleted

no character based readers, mostly due to fandom wiki being unreliable and annoying to navigate

NO concealed kink requests. im not dumb, i know what youre trying to do. i do not kink shame but this is not the blog for your request. if you REALLY want to you can ask me about my NSFW (see above in the prev mention of the blog)

WHERE/HOW TO REQUEST

Requests are only to be sent to the inbox. I am not comfortable with requests being sent to my PMs, plus its harder to keep track of. Same goes for requests left in the comments

Asides from that so long as it abides by the above rules you're free to go whack! You may send in multiple requests just be mindful that there are other people requesting and I am only one admin

GENERAL BOUNDARIES

Just be kind man. If I do not see your request or get to it faster please just be patient. Requests will open again soon- do not spam me in my inbox or messages. And because it needs to be stated, do not follow me to my other blogs to badger me about it either

[ovaryacted]

I'm not gonna say I didn't want to say anything cause I did, I wanted to as the loud mouth bitch I am, and whether or not this gets dragged out longer than it needs to be is for everyone else to decide cause I just don't care. I also am not trying to speak for other people as I say this, both my close friends & BIPOC people in general because I know many disagree with me and that's okay, but I do think I would bring it up and call it a day.

I just want to address the nonsense idea that somehow I and a handful of other outspoken people are the reason why the tlou/ppcu fandom communities on here "fell off" or are toxic and we're at fault for making this space hostile and pushing people off of the platform. That couldn't be farther from the truth.

The community had it's issues before any of us were involved, and it got worse after some of us left and stopped engaging as much for a handful of reasons: the blatant racism & microagressions that continue to be swept under the rug, massive AI scraping & AI fics being posted altogether, that dumb confessions page & everyone who keeps entertaining it, a brutal uptick in purity culture that feeds into so much discourse surrounding what people like to create, consume, interact with, joel dying and the hype around TLOU going down after S2 ended & people now have to wait 2-3 years for S3, etc. All of those things existed before anybody within "my clique" (whatever that means) started talking about the overt harm that was directed towards us from the community we were all in. Many people leave these online spaces for different reasons, some personal, and some just because being on this platform no longer brings them joy. But outright blaming the faults of the fandom on a small group of people that were equally afffected by the same issues is just crazy I mean??

I know what people have been saying & entertaining, what people have been sending me nonstop, especially regarding a post I made a few months ago that was done in a fit of rage and frustation. I do apologize for my approach on that post, and if people are that upset & want to crucify me over screenshots that involved specific usernames, then I'm willing to have a conversation about it on a personal level & apologize directly if that would be something they're open to. I also would like to add that I didn't intend to call these individual people "racists", but rather it came off as ignorant which would've been a better word to describe how I saw that post. However, I do want to emphasize that my frustation about the issue didn't just come out of nowhere. It came from months of buildup of this passive agressive attitude that came from people, whether knowingly or unknowingly, interacting with posts that come off as microagressive towards those trying to bring awareness on topics revolving racism and non-white experiences in fanfic writing.

We've had conversations for months about the racism in the PPCU & TLOU fandom and how it's been trickling down in particular to specific people, me being one of them. The whole point why all of this bullshit started to begin with is because people weren't angry or proactive enough in their allyship towards BIPOC writers and creators on here. We had extensive posts explaining these things, celebrations to uplift BIPOC writers on here, the whole nine yards. And still, we were having the same problem on the backend: racial slurs and bigoted language posted in our inboxes for just bringing these things up, subposts directed towards us, a whole lot of nonsense that just didn't add up. That was the problem.

So yes, when I made that post I was heated and frustrated from nothing in the space being changed, which at this point seems like a lot to ask for. It was worse when a lot of us genuinely did want to have a conversation about these things, or people came to us to learn about how they could be better mutuals & hold space for us. And still, regardless of what we did, how we approached the issue, our tone of voice or who we were directing our attention to, we were still met with vitriol and hateful language we were just told to ignore or block & move on.

I think the biggest issue now when it comes to all of the drama and discourse to begin with is its all being turned into "stan shit" where some users/blogs are idolized and the same goes to people's parasocial relationship towards Pedro Pascal. Like, nobody was making shit up just to start drama, nobody just wakes up one day a hateful bitch and ruins an entire community. If it was that easy for a handful of people to break or ruin an entire online community, then that community had shaky foundation. The anon feature on here is constantly being used to start shit, and I've blocked people, filtered words out, done everything on my end to just avoid that space altogether cause it's obvious I'm not wanted and that's fine, I've made peace with that. But stop saying all of this started cause me and others wanted to cause problems. Cause look, some of us aren't in the community anymore and the problems are still there. Plus, doing things like purposefully agitating the users you have a problem with to start drama for your entertainment, watching who they interact with & their "circle", and patiently waiting for them to post something you can use as a "gotcha" when they're getting dogpiled is pathetic.

The elephant in the room many of you don't want to address is that you'd rather not have any of these issues brought up to begin with. You didn't want to hear about the racism in the fandom and the messages people were getting because it's an inconvenience for you, because having people talk about these things regardless of their approach or feelings interferes with your ability to enjoy things, the same things others, including me, also want to enjoy but don't get to, not fully anyway. This goes beyond just fandom spaces and specific users and confession blogs and online discourse; but many of you want to keep things on a surface level because this online community is all you know, and that's what you'll have to come to terms with. A lot of you also won’t admit to liking drama and the fallout, that’s why you still entertain that confessions page and why you still care about what they’re saying and about who despite everyone telling others to block and keep it pushing.

Anyways, seriously if you have a problem with me personally, which is fine btw I'm not doing this to make amends or change being the villain in anybody's story, then just address me directly instead of instigating drama involving me through my mutual's accounts or that confessions blog that I'm not involved with. Like seriously, this is exhausting, and holding something as trivial as this over my head when I've seen much worse on both ends is ridiculous, but sure. Imma go finish some of these blurbs for Jack Abbot, so that's all I wanted to say.

[jing-nyan]

is someone sending me an ask. is anyone sending me an ask

[beargregor]

Chef greg delivery just for you. it's a wonder I hadn't bearified him yet, he's my fave greg too 🔪

gays literally only want one thing (to be chopped up and eaten by a depressed man) and it's fucking disgusting

[thenegoteator]

[luane-horlis]

>live in America

I checked a psychiatrist the other day and they told me with a smile that it’s $400 per hour to see them, real

Last time I tried therapy the therapist told me, after the session where I had spilled my guts for an hour and paid my $20 copay full of hope this might actually work, that it was going to be $200 for each hour long session and she suggested one session a week at first. Then she helpfully said if that was unaffordable, I could see one of their interns... for $150. Now I could have afforded this if I budgeted well, but it would have been uncomfortably tight. Oh they're also only open 9-5 M-F and they don't do video consultations unless it's an emergency. I work 9-5 M-F and would end up using all the leave I earned each check to attend these appointments.

Not only do they make it unaffordable, they make it impossible to even attend therapy if you're working your "average" full time job.

[thevioletcaptain]

me entering preferences into the indeed.com search field: show me production assistant and other film/tv industry positions within five miles of my location in los angeles

indeed.com, taking a massive bong rip: you got it, boss

[ongreenergrasses]

my unpopular opinion is that while i think Snow is ultimately responsible for the sex trafficking of victors i don’t think he’s the “face of the operation”. like obviously he’s the one that set it up, knows everything that’s going on and completely enforces it i still see him being someone who would like to publicly keep his hands clean of it. i don’t think anybody who pays for the victors would ever pay him directly and i think the victors would very rarely, if ever, have a conversation with him about it directly. i know most fics (and i’ve complained to you about this part before lol) depict Snow showing up to a victor and saying “hey you gotta have sex with this guy tonight or i’m gonna kill your whole family” but in my eyes he has a lot more people who do his dirty work for him and it’s a grooming situation. it’s probably people these kids see on a more day to day basis subtly edging them in to this before really locking them in

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(un)popular opinions

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Hey mystery

Did you get an ask talking about movie shadow and sonic hating each other?

if not I assume it would have gotten eaten up by tumblr

Hello, my dear❤️✨

Aww, I’m sorry. I think that Tumblr ate the ask. I’ve only got two in my inbox (this one included). You’re always welcomed, and encouraged, to send again.

[kangaracha]

so tired so, so tired. tired. i'm tired. i'm awake but i'm tired but i would like LEISURE TIME but i am tired but i didn't even finish all my Tasks, my Learning. so tired

[bas-rouge]

I've acquired a bit of an old man sleep schedule. I can't stay awake till 11 most nights and usually wake up naturally around 445-530. Not that I'm complaining, I am much happier as a morning person than I was as a night person, but it is a bit funny.

[neverendingford]

(⊙﹏⊙)

[herinke9]

Going to try to clean my likes out so my queue is loaded