#tim fudd

[myschievous535]

lol even the in laws talk about Paige being a certified crash out 😭

[olydieeditor]

Okay why have I never see this photo before🥹

[bueckerstofudd535]

Tim trolling Paige on twitter is my favorite thing 😂😂

[let-zizi-yap]

My favourite duo 😝😝

[frrcjomfeybvdh]

crying laughing

[pazzifan1]

STOP Tim Fudd's SleepTok at it again 🤣

[averyspizookies]

Marks and a head injury~

Hi guys!! This is just a quick little Pazzi one shot based off a scene in Sella’s amazing series! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know how you like it :)

“AZZI!” Paige screamed from the bathroom,

Azzi came running at the sound of her voice, worried something had happened to the blonde, “What?! Are you okay?” She said slightly out of breath.

Paige stood near the counter inspecting herself in the mirror, her reflection showed back 4 marks that Azzi had left the night before, “What. Did. You. DO” Paige said turning towards her, pointing at her neck.

Azzi didn’t mean to leave marks, she never has before, but she must’ve been a little careless last night. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!!”

Paige huffed out, crossing her arms. “Yeah well, you just turn into a vampire last night for no reason?”

Azzi moved forward to inspect the hickies, they were there for sure, all purple against soft pale skin. There was no denying what they were.

“Az..We’re literally stuck in the house with your whole family! This is not how we need them to find out were…well, yknow.” Paige replied, her and Azzi still haven’t had the “Talk” aabout what they were yet, for now they were only just now realizing how in love with each other both of them had been their whole friendship. Paige had been living with the Fudds for almost 3 weeks now, still supposed to stay another 2 months while covid dragged on. So to say the least, she didn’t need them knowing she was making out with their daughter every night.

“Do you think we could cover them?” Azzi said running her fingers over the marks, which she was secretly a little proud of.

We could try?” Paige said with a shrug,

A voice broke though their conversation; Katie calling them down, “Girls! Breakfast!”

Paige dragged her hands over her face, mortified of what was to come.

“It’s gonna be fine!! Just..put your hair down, and um wear a long sleeve.” Azzi suggested,

Paige narrowed her eyes at her, “Your lucky your cute, or else I would leave you right here right now.” She ment it be threatening, but the fondness in her voice was clear,

“Oh yeah?” She said back, holding an eye contact that made Paige blush.

Paige leaned forward and kissed her quickly and softly, “Yeah.”

Azzi smiled against her lips, but then focused back on the task at hand. “Okay cmon, she’s gonna come up here if we aren’t down there in like 10 seconds.”

Paige nodded and moved to her room, heading striaght for the closet.

It was summer, meaning the was a blazing 98 degrees outside, not exactly hoodie weather. To make matters worse, Paige was known for always complaining about the heat, wanting to wear as little clothes as humanly possible on days like this.

So as she stood there, black hoodie pulled up, Long blonde hair brushed and down, sweeping over her shoulders and neck. She looked more than unusual.

“This good?” She said looking at Azzi,

Azzi gave her a half-hearted smile, knowing everyone would know something was off, “well…I can’t see them, so..maybe?”

Paige sighed, awaiting her doom in kitchen.

The girls headed downstairs, Azzi in front of Paige to keep her out of eyesight for as long as possible.

“Goodmorning girls!” Tim greeted, already seated eating bacon next to Katie.

Azzi looked up and smiled, “Morning,”

Paige stared down at the floor, giving just a slight nod to Tim.

At this strange greeting, he raised an eyebrow to Katie, silently wondering what was up.

She didn’t know either, but now intrigued on whatever Paige was doing.

Azzi ad her sat down at their normal seats, the plates of colorful food in front of them.

Azzi started eating quietly while Paige picked at some fruit, not daring to make eye contact with anyone.

All she could do was sit in the uncomfortable heat of her hoodie and hair and pretend there wasn’t 4 places Azzis breath and lips lingered for too long in the heat of the night on her neck.

Katie had her suspicious about Paige and Azzi, it wasnt everyday when your daughter asks if her friend could come live with them during quarantine. Most kids would grow sick of their best friends after a while, but it only seemed like they got closer.

A few times she caught them doing things most friends wouldn’t, not anything crazy, just enough to make her question. Smiles that only seemed to show when the other was around, the stolen glances whenever someone made a joke, the way Paige could always sleep in the guest room, but found herself sleeping with Azzi each night.

she had talked to Tim about it, him agreeing that maybe they were more, doubting they even knew it. Saying that “they’re just friends for now” and to see what the future could hold.

But now as Paige sat scarily quiet at the table, hoodie pulled close and hair that seemed less then naturally flowing, his suspions rose.

“So..how did you guys sleep?” Tim asked, starring right into the downward facing head of Paige,

Katie smirked at his question, knowing he saw what was happening.

Azzi looked between them, quickly answering for both of them, “fine-yeah. We slept fine.”

Tim nodded his head slowly, taking a bite of his bacon, “Paige? You slept good too?”

Paiges face burned at the direct question, she hadn’t slept good, she mainly stayed up the whole night tangled with his daughter, sharing secret whispers and heated kisses. She glanced up for a moment, Just meeting his eyes before adverting her glare back down to her fruit. “Good.”

Silence fell over the table, everyone knowing what was up, but still not having the proof.

after a beatt, Katie spoke. “What did you guys wanna do today? We could go swimming at the lake, Paige I think your new swimsuit came too if you wanna try that on.”

Paiges eyes widened, knowing if she even took of this hoodie, the bruises would be shown. “Um—nah, I’m good.” She choked out, her voice higher then normal.

“are you sure you don’t wanna go swimming?It’s really hot out, might be nice.” Time added, trying to get Paige to break.

“Yup.” Paige replied, keeping her answer short.

“She said she doesn’t wanna go swimming. What’s so wrong with that?” Azzi injected in, knowing her parents were up to something.

Katie shrugged, “Nope, nothings wrong, just figured she might be hot after wearing that hoodie all day, aren’t you sweetie?”

Paige practailly choked on her fruit, coughing for a second before shaking her head.

Tim started chuckling at the poor girl, her lying was laughable, and he couldn’t help it.

“What’s so funny?” Azzi asked, trying to protect Paige from her parnets,

Tim could barley breath before laughing out his words, “Nothing—just don’t think she noticed that her hoodie fell while shaking her head.”

Paige looked down and shit.

One of the bruises was out and barely covered by her hair, making it clear something was behind the blonde strands. This time she actually stated choking on her fruit, which caused herself to shake even more while coughing.

Azzi patted her back worried, “Dad!”

Tim stayed back laughing, raising hands up in defense,

Paige finally stopped her coughing fit, face bright red and now tugging her hood all the way up, pulling the strings as much as she could, before throwing her head down into her arms.

Katie started the laughing too at this, finding it funny abut also shocked to see Paige so flustered.

“Paige? What’s going on there?” Katie added in, her voice dripping with insincere sweetness.

Paige kept her head down, shaking with with a groan,

Azzi knew they got caught, so now flustered herself, because soon it would be clear only one person could’ve done that to her.

“Umm-were gonna, gonna go upstairs.” Azzi spat out, standing up quickly and tugging Paige who was a mess with her.

“We’ll talk about this later young ladies!!” Katie shouted at them speeding off,

Because of Paige’s hoodie pulling pulled up so much, it covered her eyes, leading her straight into the wall with thud,

“oW!”

Tims laughter only grew at the sight of poor Paige just trying to leave the room, now injured.

Azzi could only look at her with sorrow for the girl, knowing she put her in this position.

Paige took Azzis hand again, being up tugged the stairs, not before whispering “Your dead to me” under her breath.

[lyricii]

An azzi x reader where reader spreads christmas with her and her fam and it’s super fluffy and cute and sweet

christmas chaos with fudds

pairing: uconn!azzi!girlfriend x uconn!reader!girlfriend

wc: 1.7k

summary: spending the holidays with azzi’s family is louder, messier, and warmer than you ever expected—and you’re not sure you want it any other way.

join the 🏷️: @timunhater

you had never been to azzi’s house for the holidays before, and honestly, you were a little nervous. uconn had been full of chaos lately—practices that left your legs burning, travel schedules that barely gave you time to breathe, games that made your heart race in both excitement and nerves—but now you were here, in her hometown, standing on her front porch with a small box of homemade cookies clutched in your hands.

the winter air was crisp, smelling faintly of pine and snow, and your cheeks were pink from the cold. azzi grinned at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement, and you felt a flutter in your stomach.

“ready to see the chaos that is my family?” she asked, tugging your hand gently, her voice playful.

you laughed, a little shaky, your nerves easing as she held your hand. “i think so…maybe,” you admitted, your breath puffing out in little clouds.

the moment the door opened, warmth hit you—not just the heat from the fireplace but the sheer chaos and laughter that filled the room. azzi’s older brother thomas was there first, carrying a tray of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. his grin was easy, welcoming, and instantly reassuring.

“you must be [your name], right?” he said, holding out a hand, the tray balanced effortlessly in one arm. “azi’s been talking about you non-stop.”

you shook it, instantly relieved by how friendly he was. “nice to meet you, thomas. and azzi didn’t scare me off yet, so i guess that’s a good sign.”

azzi rolled her eyes, laughing softly, and tugged you further into the living room, where twinkling lights from the tree reflected off every shiny surface. that’s when jon and jose—her two adopted brothers—came barreling in like a storm, both wearing ridiculous holiday sweaters that somehow matched perfectly despite their vastly different personalities.

“hey!” jon shouted, giving you a high five that nearly made you stumble. “you like cookies?”

“i brought some,” you said, holding out your box like a peace offering, your nerves fading further.

they each grabbed one, practically devouring it immediately, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the speed and enthusiasm. the rest of the evening unfolded like a warm, chaotic dream.

you strung popcorn garlands, hung ornaments with azzi giving running commentary on each one, and watched her show off her secret technique for constructing the perfect gingerbread house, complete with frosting snow, candy cane fences, and teeny little candy windows.

at one point, thomas pulled you aside with a knowing smile, the firelight catching in his eyes. “she really likes you, you know,” he said quietly. your cheeks burned, but azzi caught the glance and winked at you from across the room, cheeky and proud.

by the time dinner was ready, you felt like you’d been part of this family forever. you helped azzi pass plates around the table, watched jon and jose argue over who got the last piece of apple pie, and even thomas couldn’t resist laughing at their antics.

the conversation was lively, stories overlapping, everyone speaking at once but somehow understanding each other perfectly.

later, when everyone settled by the fire with mugs of cocoa topped with marshmallows and cinnamon sticks, azzi curled up next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. “see?” she murmured, voice soft. “christmas chaos isn’t so bad with you here.”

you smiled, heart full, and whispered back, “i think i could get used to this.”

and for the first time, surrounded by azzi’s family, their laughter, and twinkling lights reflecting in the windows, you truly felt at home.

you woke the next morning to the smell of cinnamon, pine, and something sweet baking in the oven, sunlight streaming through the curtains in warm golden streaks. azzi was already up, tiptoeing around the living room with a grin, dragging a small stocking behind her like a mischievous elf.

“merry christmas,” she whispered, sneaking over to your side of the bed. you groaned softly, pulling the blankets tighter around you. “come on, sleepyhead. presents won’t open themselves.”

jon and jose came bounding in seconds later, both still half-asleep but impossibly excited, bouncing like little kids despite their size. thomas followed more quietly, holding a tray with hot cocoa and a few cookies—you guessed correctly that he had been up even earlier to prepare it all, probably smirking at the chaos he knew he’d witness.

you joined azzi by the tree, where a mountain of presents waited, twinkling under the fairy lights. she grabbed your hands, squeezing them gently. “you have to open this one first,” she said, pointing to a small, carefully wrapped box with your name on it.

inside, you found a delicate gold necklace, a tiny snowflake charm dangling from it. it reminded you of early morning practices, quiet talks in empty gyms, the way azzi’s smile had always brightened your day, and every small, shared moment that had felt impossibly significant. your eyes watered slightly, and azzi’s hand went to your cheek, brushing away a rogue tear.

“i wanted you to have something to remember this…and me,” she said softly, voice warm.

you leaned in and kissed her cheek, heart hammering. “i’ll never take it off,” you promised.

the rest of the morning was a whirlwind of laughter and gift-giving. jon and jose were over the moon with their matching holiday hoodies, thomas got a new record he’d been eyeing for months, and azzi?

she blushed every time someone gave her a gift, secretly peeking at her wrapped presents for you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

by noon, everyone was sprawled on the living room floor, wrapping paper everywhere, cocoa mugs in hand, blankets strewn about like snow drifts. azzi rested her head on your shoulder again, quiet and content. you squeezed her hand, overwhelmed with happiness at being included in this little, messy, perfect family moment.

“best christmas ever?” she whispered.

“absolutely,” you replied, and for once, words felt completely enough.

by mid-afternoon, the snow had started falling in thick, lazy flakes, coating the streets and front yard in a pristine, sparkling blanket. azzi’s eyes lit up immediately.

“we have to go,” she said urgently, grabbing your hand. “we can’t waste this snow!”

jon and jose were already at the door, jackets half-on, boots laced wrong, grinning like little kids on christmas morning. thomas gave you a knowing look, raising an eyebrow. “you in for this?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

you hesitated for a second, but azzi tugged you forward. “don’t even think about it. come on!”

soon, you were all bundled up, scarves covering noses, gloves on, cheeks rosy, laughter bubbling up already. snow clung to eyelashes and mittens as azzi squealed and shoved a handful at you, narrowly missing your face.

you retaliated, laughter spilling into the cold air, and soon the yard had become a battlefield of flying snowballs, shrieks, and tumbling laughter.

jon and jose teamed up, sneaking behind thomas and azzi to launch surprise attacks, while thomas tried to act serious but kept slipping and laughing uncontrollably. azzi, of course, was impossible to hit, darting around you with impossible speed, her laugh echoing across the yard.

you laughed until your sides ached, and when azzi tackled you into the snow, you both rolled down the gentle slope of the front yard, snow crunching beneath you. she pulled you close, snow melting into your hair, and whispered, “i think you’re cheating.”

“me?” you said, half-laughing, half-coughing from the snow. “never!”

but you knew she was right, because your aim was abysmal compared to hers, and she hit you every single time with perfect precision.

after a while, thomas and the boys started building a snow fort near the biggest tree. you all huddled together, stacking snow bricks, making tunnels, laughing at how ridiculous you looked in layers of coats and scarves. azzi leaned against you, brushing snow from your shoulders. “this…this is perfect,” she said softly, voice muffled through her scarf.

jon declared himself general of the fort, jose became official snowball loader, and thomas documented the chaos with endless photos and commentary, claiming he was preserving history. you ended up sitting on the sled with azzi in front, jon and jose pulling you down the little hill again and again while thomas timed your races and kept score.

flying down the slope, screaming and laughing, crashing into soft snowbanks, feeling pure joy, azzi’s laugh ringing beside you like music.

when the cold finally seeped into your bones, azzi wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as you trudged back inside. snow clung to hair and coats, but the warmth of the house enveloped you like a hug.

thomas immediately made everyone mugs of cocoa, extra marshmallows mandatory, and jon and jose settled onto the floor with blankets, still giggling uncontrollably.

azzi rested her head on your shoulder again, cheeks pink, eyes shining. “i’m really glad you’re here,” she said quietly.

“me too,” you whispered, holding her hand. “this…this is the kind of christmas i didn’t even know i wanted.”

as evening fell, snow still drifting gently outside, you all stayed together, talking, laughing, telling stories, and reminiscing while the fire crackled.

jon and jose insisted on making snow angels on the living room floor to mimic the outside, thomas teased them endlessly, and azzi and you planned your next holiday adventure, half-serious, half-laughing, sharing little dreams about future christmases together.

by the time you finally collapsed onto the couch, exhausted, happy, and covered in stray bits of snow and cookie crumbs, you realized something profoundly simple: you had found your people.

a messy, loud, chaotic, loving little family, and a christmas that would stay with you forever. azzi curled up next to you, the warmth of her body seeping into yours, breathing soft and steady, and you knew without a doubt that this—this perfect, snowy, laughter-filled day—was only the beginning of countless more to come.