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bucketbueckers · 7 months ago

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ACCOUNTING

pairing: azzi fudd x fem!reader

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: You're watching KK and the rest of the team fool around on live when Azzi walks in asking for an accounting tutor. Deciding to humor it, you're surprised to find that Azzi was completely serious, and even more surprised when your offer leads to something more between the two of you.

notes: in honor of azzi fudd hoops last night - i was supposed to have this up before the game but i forgot i had a three hour lab and unfortunately i will not write fanfiction in the middle of the university food court. first tumblr post, lmk if we're rockin w it 🙂‍↕️

You’re settling into bed to unwind for the night when you get the TikTok notification.

KK Arnold has gone live!

For the better part of your day, you’ve had your nose in the books, trying to get ahead of your weekly homework. You have a terrible habit of letting most of it pile up during the week and finishing it all over the weekend. As an accounting major, you didn’t really have fun weekend plans, anyway, but it would be nice to lay in bed all day and not worry about something that was due at 11:59. You only had three classes today: managerial accounting, intro to auditing, and intermediate accounting. It wasn’t a rigorous schedule by any means; you were done and out of classes by lunchtime, but after two and a half hours of listening to your professors drone on, you were ready for the nap you couldn’t afford to take due to your piles of homework.

Seeing the live notification is enough to remind you that you aren’t really that tired, so you click on it. KK’s face fills the screen and she’s unboxing Crumbl cookies. You say a silent prayer for the girls – Crumbl tasted terrible and that was a hill you were willing to die on. Paige sat behind KK, with Ayanna, Jana, Kayla, and a few other players milling about off-camera. For a painful few minutes, KK tries her best to get everyone’s attention so she can narrate about whatever monstrosity of a cookie they’re eating, but everyone’s laughing too hard to fully lock in.

Ayanna leaves to get a knife so KK can cut the cookies evenly. KK entertains the live while Ayanna is away, singing, chatting, and interacting with commenters. When Ayanna finally returns, she has the knife, but Azzi also trails behind her - a fact that the live is definitely appreciative of. “Oh, my God, look who it is!” KK intones in a shrill voice, much to Azzi’s clear bewilderment. You’ve never seen an expression of such confusion on someone’s face before. “It’s Azzi Fudd!”

Azzi buries her face in her hands and moves off-camera as everyone laughs. KK’s voice softens as she asks, “Azzi, wanna try a cookie?”

“No,” Azzi whines.

KK’s entire expression shifts, and admittedly, yours does, too. It’s no secret that Azzi was almost nationally known as the people’s princess. Perhaps you’d have to fight someone. You hope that no one’s actually done something wrong to her – first of all, you can’t even fathom the idea. It’d be like kicking a puppy. Second of all, you were just someone, along with 13,000 other viewers, watching the team interact behind a screen. You were sure that Azzi’s team would handle business, although you were willing to step in if needed, too, even if you stood a solid six inches shorter than Azzi herself. “What happened?” KK asks. Paige echoes her question.

“Ask the live if anyone can tutor me in accounting,” Azzi says forlornly.

You don’t think she’s serious until KK turns back just in time for the cowboy hat to return. “Hey, y’all! Is there anybody who’s really good at accounting for Azzi Fudd? Please send help. If you do have someone who’s really good at accounting, please DM me at k2times TikTok or at kamoreaarnold Instagram or at azzifudd Instagram! Thank yew.” The room dissolves into giggles as KK continues, “And if you DM me with edits or anything else but accounting help, I will block! Thank yew.”

You have the time today, so you switch over to Instagram as the live continues in the background, and you go to Azzi’s page and hit the Message option. You doubt she’ll see it, let alone respond, but as an accounting major, it’s basically your civic duty to help those in need, especially since you know these classes are hell.

hey do u actually need accounting help? i major in it!

Satisfied, you click back over to the live just in time for Azzi to comment, “KK, I might actually have a tutor,” she says in near disbelief. You think nothing of it as KK turns her head, humming at Azzi. “Wait, I think she’s in my class.”

That manages to catch your attention. Sure, you’re watching a live with a couple thousand people on it, but how many of those people are accounting students at UConn who happen to share a class with Azzi Fudd?

An Instagram notification pops up on your screen as Paige leaves the camera frame to most likely peer over Azzi’s shoulder. You’re shocked again to see Azzi has DM’ed you back.

Yes please this homework is killing me Are you in ACCT3201 with Cansler??? I recognize you

Discovering just how unobservant you are should not come as a great surprise. Apparently, you’ve been sharing a class with Azzi Fudd this entire semester and you didn’t even realize it. This is easily the most embarrassing moment of your entire life.

i am i can’t believe i didn’t know u were in it i’m a lot better at accounting than i am at paying attention, i promise

This draws a giggle from Azzi that you can hear over the live. It makes a flush rise on your cheeks. The fact that Azzi Fudd knows who you are combined with the fact she’s laughing at your jokes is enough for a feeling of anticipation to twist in your chest. This is your life now, apparently.

“Azzi is cheesing so bad,” KK teases. You can’t help but feel a little pride at that. “Who’s chatting her up right now? Lemme invite you. Accounting rizz is insane work.”

“Don’t scare away my tutor,” Azzi grumbles, coming back into view of the camera. True to KK’s words, a faint blush has settled on her cheeks. Feeling far too smug, you comment on the live, ‘calling it rizz is crazy, i’m just helping the people.’ Azzi’s eyes scan the screen before rolling slightly. “Look at what you did, KK.”

“Is that her?” KK shrieks. She leans in closer to the screen, blocking out much of the background. “Oh, she fine. Lock in, Azzi; she can help you with more than accounting.”

At that, you and Azzi both blush a deep scarlet red and Azzi turns on her heel. “Goodbye, KK!” The room dissolves into rambunctious laughter as Azzi walks out, calling, “I’m going to finish my homework!”

A moment passes before Azzi messages you again.

I’m so sorry about KK, she’s feral

You swipe away from the live again, grinning slightly. In your DMs, the typing bubbles appear for a few short moment. You heart her most recent message in the meantime.

Will you please help me? I genuinely don’t understand what I’m doing wrong

Yes, you’ve spent most of the day in classes and doing homework. Yes, you’re tired. Yes, you really only joined the live to unwind. But when Azzi asks for help, you can’t really say no to her.

of course, are u working on this week’s homework set?

Her affirmative response is swift, telling you what she’s having trouble with. Your fingers hesitate on your screen, trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words before settling.

i know this is incredibly forward but would u want to ft? i can explain better verbally

Azzi sends you her number. After tonight’s events, you really shouldn’t be surprised anymore, but you can’t help it. Azzi is a nationally (and internationally) recognized college basketball player and, until now, you were just a girl who watched her team’s TikTok lives and cheered in the student section. Azzi had seemed so untouchable, by virtue of her celebrity and your lack thereof; it’s hard to believe you’re this close to her now, even if it’s just to help her with accounting homework.

The two of you talk well into the night, even hours after Azzi submits her problem sets successfully and she understands the material. You feel like you get to see a side of her so rarely seen by other people who aren’t her teammates. She’s softer, with a beaming smile on her face when she finally understands a difficult concept. There’s something so alluring about the way she speaks that you can’t help but listen to every single thing that comes out of her mouth, ranging from her frustrated rants to the smoothness of her giggle. The lamplight reflects off of the lenses of the glasses perched on her nose and you think she’s so incredibly beautiful – bare-faced and slightly delirious from staying up so late.

When the two of you finally hang up half past three, you can’t wipe the smile off your face, and somehow, you just know that this is the start of something new.

From then on, your friendship with Azzi all but flourishes. She’s incredibly sweet, soft-spoken, and so deliberate in the way she moves and speaks to you. When your next accounting class rolls around, she finds the seat next to yours, asking to sit there with an almost shy expression. When there’s lulls in the lecture, you entertain her with jokes, drawing red-cheeked giggles that she has to stifle. You’re almost like her personal TA, sitting next to her and clarifying concepts that she doesn’t understand. It helps you, too; the best study advice you’d ever received was to teach it to someone else.

Your friendship progresses outside of the lecture room and outside of your texts. You both spend a lot of time in the library, studying in peace together or enjoying lunch in each other's company. You always thought Azzi was gorgeous, but now that you know her on a far more personal level, falling for her was a near guarantee. The far-away admiration transformed into something pure, genuine. You couldn’t imagine Azzi returning those feelings — she’s far too busy, too committed to ball — so you keep your rapidly growing crush close to your chest.

You’ve always showed up to the UConn games, though there’s something distinctly different about them now. Azzi was never one for grand celebrations or trash talk in the way Paige was. She was intentional and lowkey, which is why you feel like you could float when she makes direct eye contact with you in the student section, throwing up three fingers to celebrate a particularly deep three. It’s why you cheese when she finds you after the game, after she’s showered and changed, and asks if you want to get ice cream with her. The better question was how could you refuse?

Azzi deliberates between vanilla and cookie dough for a long while before settling on the latter. Even as the clerk fills her bowl, she stares at the the vanilla and your choice of ice cream becomes obvious. Azzi stares at you as the clerk fills your bowl with vanilla. “What? It’s my favorite flavor,” you lie, and her lips quirk up as she studies you.

“Said literally no one ever,” she says wryly. The clerk hands you the bowl and Azzi swipes her card before you have the chance to even contemplate otherwise. When you stare at her in disbelief, her smile widens and all fight leaves your body. What were you supposed to do about that? You were a puddle for pretty women — a puddle for Azzi, honestly — and your resolve should be commended for maintaining months of friendship with Azzi.

The two of you find a secluded booth towards the back of the ice cream shop. Azzi shares her midterm grade — a solid 100, and you whistle lowly. “I got an 89,” you say, not hurt by it at all. As long as it was above an 80, you could care less. “You sure you still need me?”

Azzi swirls her ice cream around her bowl, suddenly quiet. The realization dawns on you immediately. Your words were meant to be a joke, but the truth to them stuns you. You really hoped Azzi would say, ‘of course not, it’s not like that!’ but her silence keeps you guessing.

“I have a confession to make,” she says after a beat, finally glancing up at you. The vulnerability and nervousness makes your heart fall out of your ass. “Promise it won’t make anything weird?”

You open your mouth just to close it again. You clear your throat. “Promise, Az,” you say finally. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” she says quickly. “Um, so here’s the thing. I struggled a lot with the first problem set. You know, the one I needed the tutor for?” You nod, confused by her words. “You helped a lot. And, like, I haven’t really needed actual tutoring in weeks. I just really liked spending time with you.” You blink at her. She stares at you right back, brows furrowed with guilt and her doe eyes wide. “I’m sorry. You must feel like I wasted your time.”

At that, you can’t help but laugh, and Azzi pouts. “Az. I thought you were about to dump me,” you explain. “Plus, I kinda figured after a while we were just like, studying together, and not me actually tutoring.”

She sighs, burying her face in her hands. You laugh again, pushing your leftover ice cream towards her. Azzi glances up again, her eyes soft and fond. “I guess I just wanted an excuse for you to stick around.”

“You never needed one,” you tell her honestly, and a blush creeps up her neck.

“You’re not really picking up what I’m putting down, are you?”

Her words almost make you recoil. It’s no secret at this point that you can be a little oblivious, but her words make your heart skip a beat. “Az, I have no idea what you’re putting down,” you admit.

“So, I just admitted to you that I liked spending time with you and lied about needing study help just so I’d have an excuse to hang out with you,” Azzi confirms. “We are sitting here, alone, after a game while my teammates celebrate at Ted’s. All of that, and you have no idea what I’m putting down?”

The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. “Oh,” you say smartly.

“Yeah.”

“So, you like me?” you ask just to be one hundred percent sure.

She smiles at you. You’re certain your heart almost stops beating. “How could I not?” she asks like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “You make me laugh. You’re always so patient with me, you make me feel seen — like I can just be myself. It’s… hard to find something genuine like this. You don’t expect anything from me.”

“I just want you to be happy,” you say simply.

Her eyes confirm everything for you. You’re not observant, sure, but your main priority has always been what was directly in front of you. And right now, it’s hard to focus on anything that’s not Azzi. Azzi’s eyes are so soft, kinder than anything you’ve ever seen before. They hold so much understanding but there’s also a silent plea of let this be mutual that you’re too happy to give into.

“I’ve been falling for you for a while,” you admit, and her face brightens. Your shoulders feel lighter; carrying around your feelings has burdened you, but if it’s the price you had to pay to make sure Azzi felt comfortable and that she could have friendships without people taking advantage of her celebrity, then so be it. You’d bear a lot more for her if it ever came down to it. “I kept it to myself for a while,” you continued. “You deserve normal. A friendship without expectations. But, God, Az, how could anyone not fall for you?”

Azzi’s cheeks flush a pretty red. You can’t help but smile at her, growing a little braver, and you slide your hand across the table. She wastes no time before intertwining your fingers together, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

She walks you home that night, refusing to let go of you until you’re halfway through your doorstep. She stops you; her height would be intimidating if you didn’t know she was the sweetest person to ever walk the earth. “Can I…” She trails off, her hands gentle on your waist.

You don’t need much more convincing — you loop your arms around her neck and tug her down to your height, planting your lips on hers with a softness that she eagerly reciprocates. You can taste the vanilla on her lips, the sweetness of the cookie dough, and the promise of something distinctly reminiscent of Azzi Fudd. You’re suddenly thankful for KK’s stupid live, for Crumbl cookie, for the accounting class you shared together. It’s all led you to where you are now, in Azzi’s arms outside of your apartment, overcome with the knowledge that all of this is so new, but you have everything you could have possibly wanted.

(You ask her to officially be your girlfriend two weeks after that, having been on three dates since — it’s only after you pop the question and the two of you are settling in to watch a movie that she admits to you the real reason she was struggling so bad with the problem sets was because she’d spend entire lecture periods staring at you. You roll your eyes, feeling inexplicably cared for in a way you haven’t experienced before Azzi, and your only true response to her confession is the lingering kiss you place on her lips.)

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patricia-taxxon · 1 month ago

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im realizing that i have the space, time & hardware to commit to improving at piano. i'm not quite sure where to start because i'm an intermediate self-taught player who mostly improvises & can't read sheet music, i want to go the jazz/improv route because jazz has been most useful for my own songwriting

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playwithsyd · 8 months ago

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Tennis Enthusiast Pack

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03/26/2025 - updated for Patch 1.113.297.1020

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Use Treadmill

Go for a Jog

Watch Sports

Make a Protein Shake

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Varsity Tennis Member

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honeydippedfiction · 28 days ago

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Joe x Angel for “Making love, except it’s on the bedroom floor.” Prompt under miscellaneous

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Making love, except it’s on the bedroom floor.

Joe Burrow x Angel

• you DO NOT have my permission to copy my work, upload as your own, translate, or repost on any other website •

The last streaks of dusky light slipped behind the Colorado peaks, painting the sky in muted shades of lavender and ash. Snow had started falling again, slow and quiet, as if the world itself was sighing into sleep. Aspen in the offseason was hushed, almost reverent. And inside a timber cabin nestled between the trees, Joe Burrow and his fiancée, Angel, were rediscovering the rhythm of each other’s company.

Their day had been long but effortless. A blur of white slopes, wind-bitten cheeks, and the echo of laughter across untouched powder. Angel had insisted on snowboarding—despite Joe’s warnings—and it had ended, predictably, in chaos and comedic injury.

“I’m telling you,” she said, toeing off her boots in the entryway, “that man shouldn’t have been standing that close to the turn.”

Joe smirked as he peeled off his gloves, his breath still fogging in the cool air. “Angel, he was the instructor. He was the turn.”

“He was too close,” she argued, her dark eyes flashing as she stepped into the warmth of the living room. “And that slope was clearly for experts. I’m an intermediate on a good day.”

“Babe, you fell five times before you reached the hill.”

She narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hold the glare. Her laughter bubbled up, easy and unguarded. “Shut up. I got down eventually.”

“With a rescue sled,” he added with a grin.

They stripped off layers of winter gear, their movements in sync—familiar, lived-in. Joe tossed his jacket over a nearby chair and ran a hand through his damp hair. Angel wandered toward the kitchen, where the smell of cinnamon and spiced cider had already begun to wrap around the cabin like a blanket.

The space was small but cozy, with exposed beams, wide windows overlooking snow-laced pine trees, and an old stone fireplace crackling softly in the corner. The hum of the city, the grind of NFL schedules, the endless interviews and expectations—all of it felt impossibly distant. Here, they were just two people with a history and a heartbeat.

As Angel stirred a pot of cider on the stove, Joe leaned against the doorway, watching her in the quiet way he always had. She looked different out here—softer around the edges, free in a way he didn’t always see back home in Cincinnati. Her curls were still slightly damp from the snow, and she’d changed into one of his oversized sweatshirts, sleeves bunched around her wrists.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “you’re lucky you’re cute. Otherwise I’d still be dragging your frozen body off the mountain.”

Angel laughed, glancing over her shoulder. “Oh, I know I’m cute. Don’t get it twisted.”

He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him without hesitation, and for a long, quiet moment, they simply stood there—warm and close, surrounded by the gentle lull of the fire and the smell of cider and pine.

“I missed this,” he murmured against her temple. “Missed us.”

Angel’s voice softened. “Yeah. Me too.”

They ate a simple dinner—roasted vegetables and pasta by candlelight. Nothing fancy, just comfort food and conversation. Joe told her about the locker room during the last stretch of the season, about the younger players starting to step up, and how exhausted he’d felt after the final game. Angel shared her own stories—the creative work she’d been doing with her nonprofit, a few hilarious mishaps involving her assistant, and how she’d had to learn to tune out people online who had a lot to say about who she was dating.

“You know I don’t let that stuff bother me,” she said, her tone calm but firm. “But sometimes it still… sticks. People think they know us. They have no idea.”

Joe reached across the table and took her hand. “Let them talk. We know what this is. We’ve always known.”

She nodded, squeezing his fingers. “I don’t need their approval. Just you.”

Later, as the snow deepened and the cabin dimmed, Joe lit a few more candles and dropped the needle onto the old record player in the corner. Soft, velvety jazz poured from the speakers—Coltrane, maybe, or something just as smooth—and filled the room with a kind of slow-burning magic.

Angel had curled up on the couch, one leg tucked under her, the fire casting golden light across her face. Joe watched her for a moment, then stood, held out his hand.

“Dance with me?”

She looked up, surprised. “Here?”

“Right here. Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

She smiled, slow and real, and slid her hand into his. They moved gently across the worn wood floor, swaying to a rhythm that only belonged to them. Joe rested his forehead against hers, their breath mingling, her head nestled just beneath his chin.

“Remember that night after the championship at LSU?” she asked suddenly. “When we drove out past the levees, just to get away from the noise?”

He nodded. “We sat on the hood of your car, ate gas station fries, and watched the sun come up.”

“That’s when I knew,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I knew I was going to marry you someday.”

Joe pulled back just enough to look at her, his hand still pressed to the small of her back. “I knew before that,” he said. “You were the only part of that whole crazy world that felt real.”

She blinked back sudden emotion, but he saw it there, in her eyes—the same fierce loyalty, the same strength that had kept them grounded through everything. The long seasons, the rumors, the public glare. They had made it to the other side.

As the night deepened, so did the hush of the world outside. The snow was falling heavier now, whispering against the roof and windows like a lullaby for the mountains. The cabin was wrapped in quiet warmth, lit only by the glow of the fire, flickering candles, and the soft, smoky jazz that lingered in the corners of the room like perfume.

Joe and Angel sat together on the couch, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, their legs tangled naturally, easily. The cider was long gone, and so was any sense of time. The kind of silence they shared wasn’t awkward or heavy — it was full, like the kind of quiet you earn. Like a deep breath after holding one for too long.

Angel leaned her head on Joe’s shoulder, her voice barely louder than the fire. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?”

He turned toward her slightly, brushing her curls away from her face. “All the time.”

“I mean, I still remember your dorm room,” she said, smiling. “It smelled like Gatorade and takeout, and there was a broken PlayStation controller on the floor.”

“Hey, that was vintage,” he said, grinning. “Classic LSU-era tech.”

“And now look at you,” she continued, her voice quieter now. “You’ve got the league, the spotlight… and somehow, you’re still that guy from Baton Rouge who used to stay up late watching film with one hand and holding my waist with the other.”

Joe kissed her forehead, lingering there. “You kept me grounded. You still do.”

They sat there for a while, just being. No need to fill the silence with anything but presence.

Then Angel rose slowly from the couch, stretching her arms above her head before walking toward the back of the cabin where their bedroom waited — a cozy, timber-framed space with thick quilts, deep pillows, and wide windows that looked out over the snow-covered forest.

Joe watched her go, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

“You coming?” she asked over her shoulder, the arch in her brow unmistakable.

He stood without a word, following her into the soft dark.

The bedroom was lit by the amber flicker of firelight spilling in from the hearth in the next room. Moonlight slipped through the windowpanes, casting silver shadows over the bed. Angel was sitting at the edge, peeling off her socks with slow, deliberate movements, her expression unreadable but open, inviting.

Joe crossed the room quietly, knelt in front of her, and took her foot gently in his hands, rubbing slow circles into her arch.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said, her voice soft.

“I want to.”

He kissed the inside of her ankle, then her shin, working his way upward — not rushed, not needy, just reverent. Like she was a prayer he’d been waiting to say all season.

She reached out, her hands threading into his hair, guiding him up until he was kneeling between her legs, their faces inches apart.

“I’ve missed you,” she said, her eyes shining.

“I’m right here,” he replied, his voice a promise.

She pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting in a kiss that was warm and unhurried. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that came from adrenaline or distraction. It was deeper than that — the kind of kiss that came from months of holding your breath for someone and finally getting to exhale. Their hands explored familiar paths, their bodies fitting like they'd never been apart.

He ran his hands along her sides, up over her shoulders, down the length of her back, and along the curve of her waist — his touch as light as snowfall, mapping the shape of her like a place he’d been dreaming of finding for years. She shifted against him, her knees falling apart, and he groaned into her mouth when her fingers slid beneath his shirt, her nails dragging lightly over the muscles of his back.

“I want you,” she said.

He lifted her gently and laid her down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, their legs tangled, their breath coming faster. She was wearing a black long-sleeve thermal and leggings, and as he pulled them off, he kissed every inch of skin they revealed, working slowly, methodically until he’d stripped her bare. Then he stood just long enough to shed his shirt, her eyes on him as he did, a quiet hunger in her gaze.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” she whispered.

He lowered himself back over her, his necklace brushing against her skin as he kissed her again, one hand tangled in her hair, the other between her legs, his touch gentle, his breath ragged in her ear. He ground against her, his mouth tracing kisses along her jaw, down to her throat, her chest, his name a soft moan on her lips as she arched into him, the light from the fire flickering over the shadows of their bodies.

“So beautiful, baby,” he whispered, one hand tweaking her peak, his mouth closing over the other. “All mine.”

She reached for his zipper, but he caught her hand, guiding it to his chest instead.

“Just let me touch you,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

He was hard, aching, but he ignored it, his focus entirely on her, worshipping her with his hands and mouth, his touch feather-light as he traced the contours of her skin, his tongue dragging over every peak and valley until she was panting beneath him, her fingers clutching at his hair.

He kissed his way down her throat, his lips lingering in the hollow of her collarbone, and she sighed when his mouth found her breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue before moving lower — over her ribs, her hip bone, the soft skin of her stomach, the inside of her thigh.

By the time he settled between her legs, her breathing was shallow, her body trembling.

Angel was so wet. So ready.

And then his tongue was parting her folds, teasing her clit, and she gasped, her back bowing off the floor. Her fingers curled into his hair as he worked her over, his pace building, her hips lifting to meet him.

He slid his hands under her back, holding her close as he tasted her deeply, his tongue swirling over her clit, sucking gently.

She whimpered his name, her legs falling further apart, and when he slid two fingers into her, her muscles clenched around him, pulling him in as he began to fuck her with slow, steady strokes.

When he pulled back, his eyes found hers, holding her gaze as he spat on her clit and watched it fall. Then he lowered his mouth again, taking his time with her — like she was the last meal he’d ever eat.

Angel writhed beneath him, her thighs trembling as his mouth worked her closer to the edge. She was panting, her eyes closed, her whole body alive with sensation.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He pressed her clit with his tongue, moving in slow circles as he finger-fucked her, her walls clamping around him as he added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, and she arched off the floor, her orgasm building, her breath hitching, her fingers tangled in his hair.

The fire in the fireplace next to them casting Angel's body in light that Joe swore made her look like a masterpiece painted by a world renowned artist. His own personal masterpiece.

He took his time taking her apart, savoring every gasp and shudder. He became pussy drunk as he ate her out, her taste addicting. "Fuck Joey," she moaned, one hand in his hair tugging his curls, the other gripping the carpet, her hips moving against his mouth. Joe groaned and wrapped his arms around her legs, holding her spread for him, and slid his tongue deep inside her. Her body clenched around him, her legs shaking against his shoulders, but she wanted to cum on his tongue. He fucked her pussy with his tongue, and her body jerked.

Angel's whimpers and the slick sounds from Joe's mouth on her slick continued to fill the room.

He continued lapping at her clit, his fingers curling inside her, finding that spongy spot that made her see stars, before sucking her clit into his mouth.

Joe continued taking her apart, slowly, one piece at a time. He loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled, the sounds she made as she unraveled under his touch. He wanted to savor every second, every breath, every whimper, every cry, every moan.

She was so close, so close. He could feel it in her breathing, in the way her body tightened around him. He pulled his fingers out of her slowly, teasing her with his tongue, and when she gasped his name, he slid them back in, fucking her deep and slow while he circled her clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Please,” she begged. “Joe, please…”

He knew what she needed. He knew how to give it to her. He lowered his mouth to her clit again, sucking gently as he continued to finger her, adding a third digit, his pace quickening, and she cried out, her back arching off the floor, her muscles clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Right there, right there, fuck, Joe, I’m gonna—”

It didn’t take long for her to unravel, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She was so close — right on the edge.

“Joe,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m gonna come.”

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers in the firelight, his fingers still working her over.

“Come for me, baby.”

He pressed harder against her clit, sucking more insistently as he fucked her with his fingers, her walls squeezing him tight, her breathing erratic.

“Yes,” she cried again. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He felt her clench around his fingers one more time, her body shaking as she came, her thighs quivering around his head. He stayed there, his mouth on her, his fingers buried inside her until her breathing slowed, until she relaxed beneath him, and then he slid his fingers out of her and kissed his way up her body.

Angel lay there, boneless and breathless, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Her legs were still shaking from the force of her orgasm, her pussy throbbing with aftershocks.

She felt Joe’s lips on hers, his kiss soft and gentle, and when she opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her, a look of pure adoration on his face. She pulled him up to her, their lips meeting in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing his lower lip as she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down over his hips.

“Can you get these off?” she said, nodding at his boxer briefs.

“Why don’t you?”

She slid them down and he kicked them off and then she took his cock in her hand, stroking him firmly, her thumb tracing circles over the tip until he was groaning, his hips lifting, begging for more. And then she was guiding him inside her, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Her fingers found the back of his neck and held on as he moved — steady, deliberate, his hips rolling against hers in a rhythm as familiar as the sound of his own heartbeat. Her body wrapping around him like a dream. Her eyes never left his as he moved above her, his thrusts steady and unhurried, his gaze locked on hers.

“Fuck baby, always take my cock so well,” Joe groaned as he thrust balls deep inside her. Angel moaned, squeezing him, and Joe had to still. “Fuck Angel,” he whispered as he slowly slid out before thrusting back in, his strokes slow and calculated. “Don’t move,” he told her as he buried himself in her.

Angel watched as his hips snapped into hers, the firelight dancing over the lines of his body. He was all muscle and sinew, his skin slick with sweat, his hair falling into his eyes. She reached up, brushing it back, her touch gentle.

“I love you,” she said, the words spilling out of her without hesitation.

His rhythm faltered for a second, his eyes searching hers. “I love you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

He lowered himself to her, their chests pressed together, their hearts beating as one. He kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling, their breath mingling. His hand slid down her side, gripping her thigh, lifting her leg to change the angle, and she gasped at the new sensation.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against her lips. "Joe–" Angel moaned as his slow thrust started hitting deeper. Her breath hitched when he hit that one spot that made her mind go blank. Joe smiled kissing across her throat, "Yeah baby? Right there?" He asked as he continued to hit that spot over and over again. Angel’s head fell back against the floor, her eyes squeezing shut as Joe hit it again, "Oh fuck–Joey!" Angel cried out, Joe’s pace stayed the same slow, deep, and calculating strokes, his cock bullying that spot inside her. "God I fucking love you." Angel moaned, pulling Joe down to her, their tongues dancing together. Joe moaned into the kiss as he felt her walls tightening around him, “You gonna cum for me again baby?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

Angel nodded, her eyes still closed. “So close, Joey.” she moaned.

Joe grabbed her leg, lifting it higher onto his shoulder and pressed his forehead against hers. His strokes still slow and deep. He took her apart slowly, and she let him, her body shuddering as he drove into her with steady, relentless thrusts. "Come on baby, you deserve it." Joe moaned as he reached a hand down to rub lazy circles on her clit. "Fuck you feel so good baby." He praised as he rubbed faster, her breathing quickened as his pace never faltered, still deep and slow.

Angel cried out, her fingernails digging into Joe’s shoulders as he took her to the edge and then over, her body spasming around him as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. He fucked her through it, his hips never stopping, drawing out her pleasure until she was begging him to stop.

“Please, Joe, I can’t take anymore,” she gasped, her body limp beneath him.

He slowed his thrusts, his mouth finding hers in a tender kiss. “You can take it, baby. I’ve got you.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close as he started to move again. This time, his strokes were deeper, harder, his breath hot against her skin.

“God, Angel, you feel so fucking good,” he growled, his control slipping.

She arched beneath him, meeting his thrusts with her own, her body tightening around him. “I’m gonna come again,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering. “I’m close too.”

“Inside me,” she begged, her nails raking down his back. “Please, Joey, I want to feel you.”

He buried his face in her neck, his hips pistoning wildly now. “Fuck, baby, I can’t hold back,” he grunted.

She kissed his shoulder, his neck, anywhere she could reach. “Don’t hold back. Let go, Joey. I want all of you.”

Her words pushed him over the edge, his body going rigid as he came inside her, his cock pulsing as he filled her, his groan loud and long. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck, their bodies still connected. They lay there, breathing hard, their hearts pounding in unison. Angel wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as their bodies cooled. After a few moments, Joe lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. He smiled, his thumb brushing over her cheek. “I love you, Angel,” he said softly.

She smiled back, her fingers threading through his hair. “I love you too, Joe.”

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thewertsearch · 1 year ago

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Cal, get the fuck out of the frame. You're obliterating the vibe.

GG: ummmmmm hey guys i hope im not interrupting!!! TA: well, yeah, y0u kind 0f were […] AA: sollux try to be polite […] AA: jade is very nice and she did nothing wrong AA: none of them did so when you wake up maybe you should try to reconcile with them [...] TA: did Y0U? AA: did i what TA: be nice t0 them 0r whatever bef0re y0u expl0ded. AA: well no […] [Robo]AA: what actually happened after i died it sounds complicated

Not significantly moreso than your life was.

Although, this is additional evidence that Aradia had no idea she was going to resurrect on Derse. Even our most knowledgeable Player is less clued-in than she thinks.

GG: i have just been enjoying these little naps more and more lately! GG: each time i go to sleep i meet more new people and learn so much GG: but i still cant get karkat to take a nap, boy talk about a guy who is anti nap! TA: ahahahah, yeah, what a d0uche! GG: seeeeeriously!

A more pissed-off Jade meets a less pissed-off Sollux, and they're meeting in the middle for some Mage/Witch solidarity.

The guy's been free of his Voices for about two minutes, and he's already bonding with the humans he used to hate. Here for it!

GG: […] i should really thank feferi again for setting it up so we could meet like this! TA: wait, ff is here? […] TA: 0h g0d, why didn't that 0ccur t0 me, where is she?? GG: ummm probably in another bubble GG: but youll find her! maybe during your next nap… TA: well shit, why can't i just g0 glub ar0und 0ut there in the ring and find her n0w? […] AA: navigating between bubbles is difficult here AA: its better to drift between them naturally as they intersect AA: not spatially but through common points in memory

I'm starting to understand the mechanics here. You start out in a bubble simulating one of your memories, but you can move to adjacent bubbles if they're simulating the same scene, regardless of who is remembering it.

So, initially, you can only visit people that you share memories with - but after that, you can visit someone they share memories with, and so on. Eventually, you can visit anyone in the Ring, provided you're linked by some chain of memories.

It's easy to imagine how Jade arrived here. She wasn't originally present for this memory, but she has spoken to Aradia before, and probably joined her bubble while it was simulating one of their Pesterchum conversations. You don't get kicked out of a bubble when it changes, so Jade was able to stay after it morphed into Alternia. If she wanted to find someone she'd never met, such as Dad Egbert, she'd have to visit John's bubble as an intermediate.

Aradia's a special case, since she can circumvent normal bubble navigation by flying out of bounds - presumably because, unlike all her companions, she's here in the flesh.

AA: to navigate the furthest ring you need to have mastered the flow of time! AA: that is why i am here AA: i am alive again so i may assist the dead in this way

It's poetic, I think, that the ex-ghost is the one managing the affairs of the dead. I guess she knows how disorienting it is to be suddenly disembodied.

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s137 #3593 #assuming dad gets a bubble at all which I'm not completely convinced is the case

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userpeggycarter · 1 year ago

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i was requested by anon to make a tutorial for this gifset and here it is!

DIFFICULTY intermediate/difficult. basic giffing knowledge is definitely required.

while my gifset has a fair amount of animation, the only handmade animations can be found in the second and fifth gif. the rest are assets (the checkmarks, the sharpie circles) (either gifs or videos) i found on the internet and pasted over my gif.

THE BASICS OF TIMELINE GIFFING

if you gif with frames, you will need to use a timeline for the animation to work (keyframes). i’m a timeline giffer anyway so this was another Tuesday for me. if you never used that method of giffing, however, it can be confusing, especially if you never used a video editing software before (the timeline works like video editing).

so, here’s a breakdown of what is the timeline:

the player icons work like any video/music player in existence. ignore the volume icon.

the gear icon indicates the quality of the reproduction while editing it, not the quality of the end product. think like it’s Youtube reproduction settings on a video in order to save your 4G data, but with RAM power instead. this is very useful if your computer isn’t very powerful to begin with and gifs with VFX are very heavy to handle.

i always click the loop option inside the gear panel because i like to see how the gif will be viewed by the public, i find watching to play only once isn’t very productive. you can stop and restart the reproduction by pressing the space bar on your keyboard.

every layer of your PSD file will have its own bar. the length of the bar means the duration of the gif, so a longer bar means a longer gif and a shorter one, a shorter gif. for everything that isn’t your gif/screencap-based (ie, coloring, typography, lightning, shapes, etc) can be dragged by the extremities as much as you want, making the asset last as long as you want. the only layer that is limited by its maximum duration is naturally your gif, but you can also drag it to make it shorter.

you can also drag a whole layer bar by clicking it and dragging it, making the start and finishing point different from the rest. be careful while doing that otherwise you will end up with blank frames, messing up the looping of your gif completely.

there’s a needle you can drag across the timeline and it works just like on a vinyl disc, the moment the needle drops, it’s the moment/frame Photoshop will show you.

you can also trim your stuff by cutting and deleting snippets of the bar. for that, you will drag your needle to the desired moment, use the scissor tool and then press delete to erase the unwanted bit.

it’s important to point out that the timeline only allows 0.03x or 0.07px speed, no matter what the speed the gif was before converting to that method. if the original speed is closer to 0.03x, then PS will define the new speed as 0.03x. if it’s closer to 0.07x, then it’s 0.07x. i always change the speed to 0.03x before converting to timeline for the sake of not screwing stuff up, which means i see my gif looping while editing in a faster way than Tumblr users will see when the gifset is posted. this takes a while to adjust to if you’re new to timeline giffing, but eventually you don’t think it’s jarring anymore.

that also means you will need to correct the speed after your gif is completely finished. to do that, i use this action.

you can zoom in and zoom out using the little mountain sliding bar. this will be useful later in the tutorial.

if you zoom to the max, you will see all the numbers above your layer bar. these are time marks. the thing is, they seem a bit weird at first. the bigger numbers indicate SECONDS (01:00f, 02:00f, 03:00f, etc), while the smaller and repetitive numbers indicate frames (5f, 10f, 15f, 25f). that means that the smallest drag of your needle possible (from point A to point B) refers to an interval of 1 frame. you will need to take this into consideration while animating stuff.

you can color code your layers, if you think that makes it easier for you to see what you are doing. this is something i do, not only in Photoshop but every Adobe product with a timeline. to change the color of a layer bar (the default is purple), you can right-click on your layer in the layer panel and click the color you want. the colors are the very last thing in the list when you right-click it.

another organization tip is the use of folders. if you create a folder in the layers panel, a folder is created inside the timeline and any layer inside of that folder will disappear from the panel until you click the little arrow next to the name of the folder in the timeline panel. you can color code your folder as well, making every layer inside of it the same color or even different colors.

THE BASICS OF KEYFRAMES

every change related to any property selected (transformation, opacity, style, text warp, position of the layer mask, activation of the layer mask) will be computed in the exact moment in the gif you change it. if that doesn’t happen, you can force Photoshop to do it by clicking the small diamond next to the property name.

let’s say you want an animation to start 0.5 seconds after the gif starts, so you will drag your “needle” to 0.5 seconds and then make the change (making a text bigger, moving a shape, etc).

Photoshop will automatically bridge the gap between the state of the gif at 0 seconds and 0.5 seconds, thus animating your gif.

to start animating, you will need to click the little clock next to the property you want to animate. make sure you click the clock while your needle is at the exact beginning of the gif.

every change (keyframe) will be marked with a small diamond under the layer bar, at the exact moment you changed it. that means if you make jarring changes in a short amount of time/frames, the animation will be quick and abrupt. if the interval is very long, the animation will be slow and smooth.

the selected(s) keyframe(s) will have their diamond painted yellow, while the unselected ones will be grayed out.

you can right-click the diamonds to delete or copy them. if you have many diamonds and want to delete them all, you can click and drag to form a square and select all of them just like when you do to select many files at once on a PC folder. there’s also the option “select all” under the right-click panel.

you can also drag them and change their timing that way. if you have more than one diamond selected, if you drag them, their interval will remain the same, but the starting and finishing point of those two diamonds will change.

THE SQUARES BAR

the easiest of the two animations. this one doesn’t require keyframe animation, but i put this in the last bit of the tutorial for the sake of its flow.

first, i added the empty squares. they last as long as the gif lasts. after 6 frames, i added the first colored square and made that square last until the end of the gif. i repeated this in a staggered manner (+2 frames delay each colored square) so the colored squares appear at equal intervals.

THE STATS BAR

the most difficult of the two, but don’t worry, you got this.

first, you will need to structure your stats, ie, add the text, the dividing line and the pointed lines. that is, if you want to follow the exact design i used in my gif, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.

next, you will create rectangles that fill the entire stat bars. you will add a layer mask to each one of them and with a layer mask selected, select a rectangle about the size of your original rectangle, then paint it black. you will notice the original rectangle will disappear. if you delete the layer mask, the original rectangle will appear again. that is because you didn’t delete the original rectangle, you just hid it by using a layer mask.

there’s a chain icon between the layer and the layer mask in the layers panel, click it to unlink them.

click the clock next to “layer mask position” with your needle at 0 seconds/frames. drag your needle to the moment you want the stats to end and use the arrow keys to move the layer mask. you will notice the original rectangle will slowly be revealed by you moving the layer mask. you will also notice that a small diamond will appear in the “layer mask position” line in the timeline. you created a keyframe!

if you press play, you will see the animation from the bar going from null to full!