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what's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said about your writing? here or otherwise
i referenced this here but i'll add some more of her messages:
Okay just finished bluey is a girl and it was adorable and made me grin and giggle so much but it also got me thinking about how skilled you are at vignettes, at plopping your reader into an original (but still cozy/inhabited) world and presenting events that do character work very subtly and efficiently… you seem to excel at works that have a very clear objective, like meet cutes or stories about specific revelations. That’s not to say you don’t do other things beautifully (you do!) but those types of works seem to be your bread and butter
And I swear I’m not just saying it it truly emphasizes exactly what I was talking about earlier with how you drop into the midst of fully formed moments within cozy worlds and over the course of the vignette you subtly buy beautifully reveal so much and also just enough and I am truly at a loss for words here because you used all the most beautiful ones in the story
It was so wonderfully descriptive and sweet and also somehow wasted not a single word… nothing felt superfluous and everything felt intentional
i wish i could hang these texts on my wall but then my head would grow so big i couldn't stand. i literally have the sweetest friends ever i am the luckiest girl in the world!!!!!!!!!!
obsessed with quite literally all of your work. it is so hard to find good Pazzi authors nowadays and I can’t get over how much I love your writing. even if it is an AU fic, you write Paige and Azzi how I see Paige and Paige (especially dear miss azzi I’m in love with this fic #plsupdatesoon) overall keep doing what you’re doing because I’m always so impressed with your writing
peachy thanks so much for sharing these scraps even if they are not full fics it scratches the itch I have to read any and all writing from you
thank you!!! i'm so happy you're enjoying them!!! it's nice to have an option to get my ideas out there without the inherent dread that comes with committing myself to finishing an entire fic
peach i totally get you when you said recommending your writing gives you the ick. (not your writing by the way i’m talking about recommending mine just wanna clarify i kinda phrased that weird). but yesterday i did not know how to transition into the next part of my fic so i was complaining to my friend and she was like let me help.😭 i appreciated it of course but it was so scary to just sit in the doc while she read over my work💔💔
-writer* not reader anon
getting comfortable with letting others beta my work was so hard omg. when @buffalo1221 and i wrote iwgtbw i was anxious for 2 days straight after sending her my chapter. also when @sun1nmyeyes edited bridesmaid au for me. it def gets easier with time (and also learning that the majority of feedback will be kind and supportive) but recently i let @azzibueckers5 into my docs for the first time and that was also stressful. what was the point of me saying all this i don't even remember
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Hey peach 🍑 pls stop breaking my heart with all these ideas. With how amazing your writing is- I cannot help but to like just imagine how beautiful all of these would’ve turned out omgggggg 💔💔💔
ugh ikr i wish i could download my visions into ur brain
synopsis: sometimes love is waiting patiently at the end of a road you never planned to travel. and the person who helps you survive your darkest days becomes the reason you start looking forward to brighter ones.
cw: angst & serious illness
wc: 2k
chapter fourteen:
“I like her.”
Azzi looks up from the sink to see Paige stepping in from the back patio with a few empty wine glasses balanced carefully in her hands. The screen door creaks softly behind her. For a second, Azzi just blinks, caught somewhere between surprise and the strange relief that floods through her. She offers a small smile before dipping her attention back to the sink full of soapy water and half-submerged plates.
“Yeah?”
She slides a clean dish onto the towel spread across the counter, the porcelain clinking softly as it settles. Water drips from her fingers and she flicks it off before reaching for the next plate. She doesn’t look up right away. Somehow, that feels safer.
Paige steps closer instead of answering, her arm slipping neatly into the narrow space between Azzi and the sink to grab the plate first. It’s a familiar move, comfortable almost.
Azzi raises an eyebrow as Paige begins drying the dish. The blonde shrugs, carefully wiping the plate dry before stacking it on the counter. “Why are you in the kitchen cleaning up dinner in my house?”
Azzi rolls her eyes, but she knows why. She knows how much Paige has been juggling lately with work, caring for Emma, and handling the household tasks that exhaustion keeps her wife from doing. Her friend is running on fumes, and if Azzi can shoulder something as small as dishes, she will.
“I figured you could use the help,” Azzi says, keeping her tone light as she hands over another squeaky clean plate. Paige grips the thick black towel, her movements a little slower than usual. “Besides, Nora and Emma seem to be hitting it off just fine out there. I’m glad you two like her.”
The words are honest. Watching Nora slide into this dinner so effortlessly had loosened something in Azzi she hadn’t realized was still clenched. There was no polite distance or awkwardness. Just laughter drifting in through the open door, the sound of people who felt comfortable together. It mattered more than she wanted to admit.
“So…” Paige says, drawing it out as she sets the plate aside. She glances over, eyebrow lifting. “Are you two…?”
Azzi pulls the drain plug from the ceramic sink and watches the cloudy water spiral down, carrying away bits of food and soap bubbles alike. She wipes her hands on her jeans and leans back against the counter.
“We’re just casually dating,” she says. “Dinner, staying over when our schedules allow. It’s only been a few weeks, so no titles or anything.” She pauses, her gaze flicking toward Paige before she can stop herself. “I really like her, though. And I kind of wanted your opinion before taking it any further.”
She knows, even without looking, that Paige is absolutely smirking.
“My opinion, huh?”
Azzi nods, pointedly ignoring the teasing note in her voice. What she doesn’t say presses heavy against her ribs. That the last time she didn’t ask for an opinion, she trusted the wrong person, and found herself engaged to a woman who didn’t keep her promises. That she still wakes up some mornings braced for disappointment. That wanting something again feels reckless in a way she’s not sure she knows how to survive twice. But she keeps all of it locked inside, buried beneath layers of sarcasm and indifference because that’s how Azzi Fudd protects herself.
Paige studies her, blue eyes sharp but gentle, the way they always get when she’s paying real attention. For a second, Azzi expects her to say it. To name the fear or maybe even poke at the scar Azzi pretends doesn’t ache anymore.
But she doesn’t.
“Well,” Paige says instead, setting the towel aside, “I already told you I liked her. But if you’re asking if she’s girlfriend material… I’ve seen nothing to suggest she isn’t.”
It’s not a dramatic endorsement, the enthusiastic go for it Azzi was hoping for, but that’s not Paige’s style. She offers her advice but never pushes, always letting Azzi make her own decisions. And Azzi appreciates that Paige’s honesty is never overbearing but always solid.
Azzi smiles as Paige closes the cupboard, reaching around her for the bottle of wine. “Good to know.”
Paige snatches it first, turning back with an easy smirk. “Thanks for helping with the dishes. Now let’s head back out to our girls.”
Outside, the air is warm and fading gold. Emma looks up from where she’s bundled beneath a thick blanket, the June sun sinking low behind her. She smiles, but it looks like it takes effort.
“There you two are,” Emma says.
Paige presses a quick kiss to her wife’s forehead before settling beside her. “Azzi snuck inside to clean the dishes,” she admits, refilling Nora’s glass and Azzi’s before pouring herself only half. “I had to fight her on it, but she finally let me help.”
Nora laughs, nudging Azzi’s knee. “You should see her when we cook together. She never lets me touch the dishes.”
Azzi groans, dropping her face against Nora’s shoulder, grateful her hair hides the heat creeping up her neck.
Emma chuckles, shaking her head as she comes to Azzi’s defense. “Oh, stop it. Azzi just likes to take care of everyone.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. All of them know how far Azzi will go for the people she cares about.
Then Nora smoothly redirects, seamlessly launching into a story about a patient from earlier, a combative old man who tried to bite a nurse. Laughter bubbles up again, the tension dissolving just enough.
Azzi lets herself breathe, sitting there between the people she cares about most, knowing she’d clean every dish in this house a thousand times over if it meant keeping them laughing like this a little longer.
Half an hour later, Emma shivers, the movement subtle but unmistakable as she pulls the blanket tighter around her shoulders. Azzi notices immediately, but what catches her more is Paige’s reaction. The way her spine straightens, her entire body going alert as her gaze drops to Emma’s trembling hands.
The exhaustion etched into Emma’s features is impossible to miss now. The glow from earlier has dulled, replaced by something fragile.
Paige leans in close, her voice low. “We should go upstairs.”
Emma shakes her head, determined, lifting her chin like she’s bracing herself for an argument she doesn’t want to have. She waves Paige off, insisting without words that she’s fine, that she can stay a little longer.
Azzi watches the exchange carefully. She sees the tension tighten in Paige’s jaw, the flicker of frustration she immediately swallows down for the sake of peace. She knows it’s the same battle Paige fights every day. The one where she wants to protect Emma without smothering her, to let her feel normal without ignoring the reality of how thin the line has become.
Before Paige can press the issue, Azzi lets out an exaggerated yawn and stretches her arms high over her head, rolling her shoulders dramatically.
Nora tugs her closer. “You tired, hun?”
Azzi nods, playing her part easily as she catches the relieved look Paige shoots her. “Yeah, long practice and weight session today.”
Nora squeezes Azzi’s knee before letting her arm fall away. “Then we should probably head out. You have a big game this weekend, and you need your sleep.”
Azzi groans theatrically, the performance more for Emma than anyone else. “Alright,” she whines, pushing herself up. “Thanks for having us.”
Emma stands slowly and hugs her tight. Azzi does her best not to think about how slight she feels in her arms, how different it is from even a few months ago.
“Of course,” Emma says warmly, then turns to Nora. “It was great meeting you. I hope to see you around more often.” She throws Azzi a knowing wink.
Azzi’s mouth quirks, her mind flashing briefly to the conversation she and Paige had in the kitchen. She hopes that too, maybe more than she’s ready to admit.
“It was great meeting you both,” Nora says sincerely, leaning in to hug Emma. “Dinner was delicious, and it’s nice to finally put faces to the names Azzi talks about all the time.”
Azzi loops her arm through Nora’s as they head toward the front yard, waving goodbye. The night air is cooler now, the quiet settling in. They slip into the car, both wearing the kind of soft smiles that come from a place a calm.
“So, what do you think?” Azzi asks, fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel as she glances over. She doesn’t know why she’s nervous, dinner went well, but her chest feels oddly tight all the same.
“They’re both very sweet,” Nora says.
Something in her tone makes Azzi look at her again. There’s warmth there, but also something more measured. Thoughtful.
Azzi thinks she understands the hesitation, even if neither of them says it out loud. She doesn’t push. She just nods, exhaling slowly.
“I really like them. Emma is such a sweetheart. It’s awful what she’s going through,” Nora adds.
Hearing it out loud, especially from someone in the medical field who understands the reality of it in a way Azzi can’t, makes the weight in her chest settle heavier. She’s been holding it together for Paige, being the calm, reassuring presence no matter how scared she actually is. But the image of Emma tonight looking pale and thinner, refuses to loosen its grip. The vibrant energy that once radiated from her was dimming, fading right in front of them. Azzi doesn’t say that part out loud, though.
“Yeah,” Azzi says quietly. “I just hope it all turns out alright.”
It’s the first time she’s allowed herself to voice even a slight bit of doubt. She’s spent weeks being the beacon of optimism, keeping the doubts locked away for Paige’s sake. But with Nora, she doesn’t have to pretend. Opening up and relying on someone else unnerves her, but at the same time, there’s something freeing about having someone to lean on.
Nora’s fingers slide over hers, squeezing gently. Azzi turns just in time to feel a soft kiss brush her lips.
“It’ll be okay,” Nora says. “The doctors at that hospital are top-notch. They’ll fight for her.”
Azzi nods, though the knot in her stomach stays put. “Thanks,” she murmurs, eyes dropping to where their hands are still joined. “It’s nice having someone to talk to about all of it.”
Nora tilts her head, the fading sunlight catching the hazel in her eyes. “Well, anytime you need to talk, I’m here.”
Azzi looks up, a small grin tugging at her mouth. “Thank you. I forgot how nice it is having someone around all the time.”
Nora squeezes her hand, teasing. “So, you like having me around?”
Azzi inhales slowly, summoning her courage. “I do,” she says. “A lot. And actually… I was wondering…”
Nora watches her patiently, eyes warm beneath the orange glow of the streetlights. That quiet encouragement is enough to undo her.
The words tumble out, rushed and unfiltered. “I mean, obviously, we’re already spending all this time together, and I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t want to, and I assume you’re not either…” Her words trail off, eyes winding. “Well, I don’t want to assume… maybe you are, so I guess I just thought I should ask officially, because, you know, labels aren’t everything, but they also kind of are, and—”
Before she can spiral any further, Nora leans in, cutting her off with a lingering kiss. Azzi barely has time to register the warmth of it before she feels Nora’s lips curl into a smile against hers.
“I’m not seeing anyone else,” Nora murmurs, resting her forehead against Azzi’s. “And I don’t want to either.”
And just like that, something soft but steady clicks into place.
my favorite part about all of these peach scraps is knowing that there's like double these that you are planning to write and are actively writing that are just as cute
wheeee you truly spoil us peachy
YOU GET IT ANON i was so so happy and grateful to receive this ask <33 i have like 5 diff docs tabs open on my laptop rn im fr struggling
my favorite part about all of these peach scraps is knowing that there's like double these that you are planning to write and are actively writing that are just as cute
wheeee you truly spoil us peachy
YOU GET IT ANON i was so so happy and grateful to receive this ask <33 i have like 5 diff docs tabs open on my laptop rn im fr struggling
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Thinking about the sheer absurdity of Paige and Azzi’s story… being born 1100 miles apart, meeting through chance as competitors, spending years scrounging for scraps of free time wherever, whenever and however they could get them. Wanting to play together but it only happening at a rare camp or teamusa event. At the first opportunity to choose where to play, they finally find themselves in the same place, seemingly getting the opportunity to make good on all the dreams and promises they’ve barely dared to breathe aloud to each other because they just seemed so far-fetched at the time, but now they’re here and real. They get to play together. But then injuries ravage the little time that they have. What should have been four years of playing together is shortened dramatically, and at times it probably felt cruel: chance brought them together, but once they chose to be in the same place and on the same team, chance continually pulled them apart. And knowing that their time together was limited and that they’d soon once again be pulled in two different geographic locations through no choice of their own must have been so frustrating. But then lo and behold, through so many circumstances of chance—the Wings record, the draft lottery, Azzi’s stellar senior campaign, all things which only come into being because of the sad twists of fate they’ve endured over the years because without the injuries and the setbacks and the hardships neither of them redshirt and therefore neither of them end up on the Wings—they’re brought together once again, with the opportunity to finally make good on all the hopes and aspirations that they likely whispered in the dark as eager fourteen and fifteen year olds who were just so excited to one day maybe get the chance to play with their best friend
lol the idea of so i like this girl and addiction being in the same universe is kinda funny when you think about it. so i like this girl is so wholesome; azzi having a crush on paige and telling her via the group chat, them slowly working towards a relationship, then azzi has paige over to 'do the deed' and it awakens something insane in her and then she never stops fucking paige again.
actually i realized there is a discrepancy between the two of them since in addiction they're gfs for 3 weeks before having sex and in so i like this girl they hook up before becoming official. but who cares it's still a fun idea
popstar paige (inspired by early 2010s justin bieber) loves how sweet and soft her buffest security guard (azzi) is. how easy it is to make her laugh when she's trying to be stoic and professional. azzi stands on the edge of the room while paige is fooling around with her friends and then paige will say something stupid and hear a giggle from across the room. and when she looks up, azzi quickly looks away and tries (badly) to stifle her smile. when azzi manhandles paige to get her safe from a swarm, paige gets all blushy and nervous and tries to flirt (she does badly but azzi gets flustered anyway).
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paige’s piercings leaving indents on azzi’s thigh when she takes a nap on her
paige knowing when azzi wants a kiss by the way she looks at her
one more night by maroon 5
azzi leaves movie night and asks paige to walk her out so they can kiss
azzi being overconfident/unbothered bc she knows paige is obsessed with her. “what’s she gonna do? it’s me.” about another girl trying to get paige
enemies to lovers where their friends know they'd be so good together because they have the exact same opinions but every time they cross paths they just piss each other off
“azzi privileges”: paige flexing or betting that she can get azzi to do things other people can’t
"who's gonna..." as an angst prompt
paige being jealous based on "who texting you bruh???" and “who got you in your feelings?”
netflix and chill paige trying to make a move on azzi during one of their movie nights. kissing scene where azzi is looking away and paige uses 2 fingers to turn her head by her chin and kiss her for the first time ever
established relationship azzi brushing crumbs off paige mouth, paige coming behind her to pepper her neck in kisses, one of them being clingy and wanting to cuddle, especially if the other one was busy on her phone or reading
paige gives azzi a massage on the beach in their bikinis
