#don’t be expecting anything this will take me about a week
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i don't wanna see you with anyone but me
paige bueckers x azzi fudd
summary: Azzi gets nervous before games. She always has. No matter how low or high the stakes, whether it’s a regular season game against a team clearly a cut below her own or the state championships, the moment she sets foot on the court, her palms break out into a sweat and her stomach churns with nerves.
Today though, she’s not nervous at all. She’s pissed.
rated: teen
3.0k words
disclaimer: as always, this is fictional
[AO3 Link]
Azzi gets nervous before games. She always has. No matter how low or high the stakes, whether it’s a regular season game against a team clearly a cut below her own or the state championships, the moment she sets foot on the court, her palms break out into a sweat and her stomach churns with nerves.
Today though, she’s not nervous at all. She’s pissed. It’s already been a bad morning. Early morning games are always tough on the team, and they’d gotten to the hotel late last night because of an expected traffic jam, leading to even less sleep.
And now, instead of helping her warm up and hyping her up like she normally is, Paige is at the opposite end of the court giggling with some girl on the other team.
They only have a few weeks left together before Paige has to go home, and instead of being with Azzi, she’s off flirting with someone else.
Azzi takes another shot, grunting when it bounces off the rim. The ref finally blows his whistle, signaling the teams to line up for tip off. Paige starts to walk back toward their side of the court, but not before that girl says goodbye with a hand pressed to Paige’s arm.
Azzi’s petty enough that she pretends she doesn’t see Paige’s offered high five before she runs onto the court.
Azzi plays like a woman possessed. By the time the final buzzer sounds, they’re up 25 points after her efficient 33.
“Okay, killa!” When Paige bounds up to her, bumping into her with her chest and trying to wrap her arms around her, she shrugs her off.
“Why don’t you go comfort your new friend?” Azzi heads to the bench to take a much needed drink of water. Paige trails close behind her.
“What are you talking about?”
“Her.” Azzi flicks her head in the girl’s direction. Azzi has to admit she’s pretty; with dark skin, dark hair, and big brown eyes. She’d probably enjoyed it a little too much when her crossover had landed the girl on her ass, but like she’s said, she’s petty.
“Why would I do that? I don’t even know her.” Paige looks dumbfounded.
“You seemed to know her well enough that you spent all of pregame talking to her instead of helping me warm up.” She tries to keep her voice low, knowing that their voices would echo easily in the gym no matter how loud the other games were.
“She said she was a fan! I was just being nice!” Paige crowds into her space, voice defensive.
“Oh, I’m sure you were.”
“Azzi, come on, you’re being crazy.”
Azzi sees red, elbowing Paige in the stomach, pushing her lanky body out of the way easily. “Get away from me.”
“Fine!” Paige throws up her hands. “Come find me when you’re done being crazy.”
The rest of the day drags as they have to take the long drive home together in the car with Azzi’s family. Her parents clearly want nothing to do with their drama, ignoring the two ticking time bombs in the backseat.
When they finally make it back to the house, Azzi storms inside, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
“So… what happened, big dawg?” Tim asks Paige as she helps him unload their bags from the car.
“I didn’t even do anything!” Paige huffs, frustrated.
“I didn’t say you did.” He replies, patient.
Paige hesitates, suddenly feeling awkward about talking about this with her what are they? her girl? her Azzi’s dad, but he stops her before she has to.
“You don’t have to tell me the details, but give her some time to cool down, and then just talk to her. You know how she can be, I mean both of you are stubborn as hell, but when has she ever stayed mad at you for long?
That’s true. It’s one of the things that Paige likes the most about Azzi, that no matter how annoying Paige is being, Azzi still wants her around.
When they’re done unpacking, Paige goes to find Azzi. She stops in the kitchen to grab some reinforcements. When she gets to Azzi’s door, she hesitates. She’s never had to knock before. But before she even needs to, it opens.
She and Azzi stare at each other for a moment before they’re both blurting out, “I’m sorry.”
Then they’re both giggling and Azzi pulls Paige into her room, shutting the door behind her.
“I brought this, in case you were still mad at me.” Paige holds up a cartoon of ice cream and a spoon.
“Only one spoon?”
“In case you were still mad at me,” Paige repeats. Azzi laughs and tugs Paige over to sit on the bed, where they take turns eating bites of the ice cream.
“I’m sorry I called you crazy.” Paige says, wincing as she remembers it. “I shoulda seen how upset you were.”
“And I’m sorry that I overreacted when I saw you talking to someone else.” Azzi twists her fingers together. “I just got so mad when I saw you talking to her. And I know how popular you are, and you deserve every bit of it, but…”
Paige just waits because she knows Azzi needs to talk it out herself, and that she just needs Paige to listen.
“I know it’s selfish, but part of me just wants to keep you to myself. Because as soon as everyone finds out about you, they’re gonna want you.” Azzi glances at Paige then, almost certain she’ll see a cocky grin on her face, but Paige just listens.
Paige gets it. Sometimes someone can just look at Azzi for a second too long and it makes her want to just take Azzi and hide her away. But she can’t, so she just reaches out to hold Azzi’s hand.
There are so many things she wishes she could say to Azzi, things that she can barely stand to consider because they scare the shit out of her.
So she just settles for saying the one thing she knows to be true.
“I’m yours.”
Paige watches Azzi blush, stunned and speechless.
“Can I kiss you now? Lowkey it was so hot how jealous you got.” Paige laughs when Azzi pushes her with a hand to her face.
But then that same hand is gripping at her collar and pulling her on top of Azzi and then there’s no more talking.
//
It’s a Friday night, and Paige is sober.
It’s not the most uncommon occurrence, not anymore. After her ACL, she has learned to be a bit more responsible, a bit more grown up. So when the girls had decided to go out that night, she volunteered to be DD.
And if that gives her a chance to watch over Azzi a little more closely she will take it. The younger girl has been acting off in the past weeks. On the outside, she doubts that anyone else has noticed, but she almost knows Azzi better than she knows herself.
It becomes even clearer that something’s wrong when Azzi returns over and over to the bar, taking way more shots than she usually does.
And now, a few hours into their night, she has disappeared. It’s a small bar, in a small town, so Paige isn’t too worried, but Azzi has never been one to wander off, and especially not on her own.
Paige pokes her head through the door to the back patio which consists of a few picnic tables, lit up with fairy lights. She almost heads back inside when she hears a familiar laugh from the far end of the patio.
When her eyes adjust to the light, she sees Azzi sitting on a table, a tall form looming over her.
“Azzi!” She barks out, strides long as she rushes forward. The figure steps back from her friend, and Paige vaguely recognizes her as one of the members of the girls volleyball team.
“What?!” Azzi fires back, stopping Paige in her tracks.
“What are you doing? Who is this?”
“I’m talking to a friend.” Paige fights the familiar twist in her stomach at the sight of Azzi’s hand on the other girl’s arm. “Is that okay with you? Or are you the only one allowed to flirt with every woman who throws themselves at you?”
Paige feels like she’s been punched in the gut. She sees a hint of regret on Azzi’s face before she turns her head away.
The stranger looks like she would rather be anywhere else, and Paige would be more embarrassed if she wasn’t so focused on Azzi.
“I’ll see you in class, Azzi?” When Azzi gives a jerky nod in response, the girl takes her leave, giving Paige a cold look as she goes.
Azzi’s eyes are glassy, her cheeks obviously flushed even under the dim lights. She takes a heaving breath, face turned away while she clearly fights tears, and Paige hates that she is the reason for her best friend’s pain.
“Az-” Her hands reach up to find their usual place at Azzi’s waist, but she freezes when Azzi flinches away from her. Her fists clench as she drops them at her side.
“Am I not enough?”
“What?” Paige chokes out. The thought is inconceivable. She reaches out again, grasping at where Azzi has wrapped her arms around herself.
Azzi still isn’t looking her in the eye.
“Azzi, come on.” Paige sighs in relief when Azzi allows her touch, hands warm against the skin exposed by her crop top.
Azzi’s eyes brim with tears. “Can we just forget I said anything?”
That’s when Paige knows something really might be wrong. Azzi is always the one pulling her out of her shell when she’s upset, and she wasn’t usually one to hide her own feelings.
“It’s just us. Me and you.” Paige brings one hand up to cup her jaw and brings their gazes together. “Talk to me. We promised that we’d always talk to each other.”
Azzi takes a deep, steadying breath. And then another.
“I know that we agreed when you came here that we’d pull back and keep it more casual.”
You wanted that! Paige wants to say, but she can’t deny that she took advantage of it, loved it at times even. She can’t deny that sometimes it was nice to be able to talk to, flirt with, and kiss girls who didn’t hold the power to crush her with one word.
But none of those girls ever made her feel even half of how Azzi did, like she could conquer the world if only Azzi was at her side, holding her hand.
“And I know that we decided last year that it was best for the team and for everyone if we just.. didn’t complicate things.”
She keeps it unspoken that it was never that simple, and that it had tested their relationship more than ever having each other so close, but being unable to really be together the way they both hoped the other wanted. And then the season had ended with that devastating loss, and neither of them had had the emotional capacity to deal with all of it.
And then her ACL had happened, and just when Paige had thought that she couldn’t be forced any lower, there was Azzi. Azzi, who had just shown up to hold her, and let her yell and cry, and not be okay, for once.
It still sucks, and there are days where she’s so desperate to play that she cries, but she’s not alone in it. She’ll never be alone again, not as long as she has Azzi. And she knows now, sure as anything, that Azzi is all she’ll ever want.
“I thought something had changed between us this summer, and I’ve been waiting for you to be ready, to tell me you were ready.”
Paige feels like this is a conversation she has been waiting to have for a very long time.
“Do you know what my first thought was the first time I saw you? ”
Azzi huffs in frustration. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw you shoot a basketball for the first time, and thought, damn, I have to play with her, and then I did, and it was better than I even imagined it would be. Then I got to sit next to you on that plane, and got to really know you, and then I knew that I just wanted you in my life forever. So don’t ever think that you’re not enough. You’re all I’ve wanted since I was sixteen years old.”
Azzi’s eyes shimmer with tears, but the smile on her face is radiant. Paige tugs her even closer by the waist until Azzi hooks her arms around her shoulders.
“I wish I was as good with words as you are,” Azzi says, pressing their foreheads together. “I wish I could tell you what you mean to me.”
But Paige doesn’t need Azzi to say it. She can feel it in the way Azzi’s heart pounds against her chest where they are pressed together. She can see it in the way her lips tremble like they’re about to kiss for the first time.
And she can feel it in the way Azzi presses their lips together, like she never wants to stop, like breathing matters less than kissing her.
//
Paige is unzipping her luggage when her phone rings with a Facetime call from KK. She taps accept and as the screen fills with an image, she realizes it isn’t a normal call.
The angle is askew and the camera is out of focus showing a gym with a few figures in the distant background. Somehow KK must’ve accidentally called her. She hears KK’s voice loud and clear joking around with someone with an Australian accent. She smiles, happy that her little freshman is getting along with everyone at the Dawg Camp. She almost hangs up the call when the camera focuses itself and the figures in the background become clear.
They’re a bit far away, but Paige would recognize that form anywhere. Azzi stands at the opposite court putting up shots, though her feet stay planted on the ground. Her stroke is still smooth as butter though, and she’s so strong that the shots swish through the net even if she can’t get off the ground yet.
Someone’s under the net, someone tall with dirty blonde hair, rebounding for Azzi, and she says something, too quiet for Paige to hear from this far away, but she does hear Azzi’s responding laugh.
The sound, one of Paige’s favorite sounds, one that normally never fails to bring a smile to Paige’s face, instead sends an uncontrollable roll of unease through her gut.
She knows it’s irrational, to still get jealous when someone else makes Azzi smile. She’s never been more secure in their relationship than she is now, but apparently that jealous part of her is still alive as she squints down angrily at her phone, watching fucking Kate Martin?! standing way too close to her girl.
“What the hell?” She mutters, and then the phone is moving and KK’s face fills the screen.
“Oh, what the? P. Boogers! My bad, how long have you been on my phone?”
“Kamorea!”
KK jumps from the unexpected growl in Paige’s voice. “Damn what’s gotten up your butt? Say hi to Georgia.”
“Hi,” Paige says, brusquely. She swipes the FaceTime to the corner of the screen, tapping open Instagram and navigating to Azzi’s profile.
“Jeez, tough crowd.” She hears Georgia say as she taps on Azzi’s following, scoffing when she sees Azzi’s most recent follow.
“Dude, lemme talk to Azzi.”
“Y’all fightin’ or somethin’? She seemed all goofy after she talked to you last night.” KK thinks for a second. “Oh was it because you were cheesin’ at those dancers?”
“What?” Paige sputters. “I was just being polite!”
“Mm, sure.”
“Whatever, just let me talk to her, bro come on.” Paige nods, impatiently.
KK rolls her eyes, but still walks down the court. “Azzi,” she calls out. “Dumbass on the line for you.”
Paige watches Azzi’s face come into focus, first looking confused before a smile blooms on her face, dimple creasing her cheek.
“Babe, hey.”
Paige feels all the uncertainty and jealousy just fade away at the sight of that smile.
“Hey,” she replies, softly.
“Did something happen?” Azzi’s brow creases with worry, and she walks a bit away so they can speak in a more private spot.
“No,” Paige lies, suddenly embarrassed about how much she overreacted. “I just miss you.”
“Paige.” Azzi's smile grows even wider. “You called KK to tell her how much you missed me? You just saw me like two days ago.”
“Well, she pocket dialed me, and I saw you, so-” She cuts herself off. “Yeah.”
“I miss you too, dummy.”
Azzi’s smile is softer now, the sight of it fills Paige’s chest with warmth, so different from the mess of emotions she felt just minutes ago. Azzi has always been that for Paige, her safe place, her peace, her home.
Paige hears the noise in the background pick up and Azzi looks up, past the camera.
“You gotta go?”
“I’ll call you later?”
“You better.” Paige smirks and Azzi rolls her eyes fondly.
“Okay, I gotta go.”
“Wait,” Azzi pauses with a finger over the screen. “Is Martin still there?”
Azzi looks confused, but she still calls out, “Kate!”
Kate appears over Azzi’s shoulder, looking slightly puzzled at being summoned, but with a friendly smile anyways. “Hey, Paige.”
“Hey, how are ya?”
“Good, happy to be here, you know? Just taking it all in. Azzi’s been really nice about helping me actually. Since she’s been here before.” Kate smiles at Azzi, who returns it.
“Yeah, she’s pretty great, huh?” Paige winks and Azzi snorts softly. But then she says, voice serious, “Keep an eye on her for me, would ya? She doesn’t like to ask for help for herself sometimes.”
“You got it, Paige. Good to see you.” Kate jogs off to join the others in the now starting scrimmage.
When Paige looks back to Azzi, she almost blushes at the look in her eye.
“You’re always taking care of me.”
“Well, I kinda love you a little, so.” Paige scratches the bridge of her nose, feeling bashful all of a sudden.
“I kinda love you a little too.”
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late nights
summary: a small argument between spencer and the reader. the reader is bothered and stressed and spencer, at first resists, but then understands.
warnings: angst - > fluff, cursing, mentions of spencers job but no case particularly, if there’s anything i forgot please let me know! (some us of y/n).
word count: 1.1k
You sit on top of your kitchen counter, legs swinging back and forth. You glance behind yourself and read the stove clock that reads a blaring 2:38. It’s understandable that you’re boyfriend Spencer wouldn’t be home at this hour, his job requires this of him, often leaving you to spend nights either waiting for his arrival or leaving out sweet notes for him to come home to as you curl in bed. However, tonight was different, well at least you felt different. Something in your mood caused you to be a little less then understanding about his late comings. All your friends tell you cute stories of date nights with their boyfriends and while you and Spencer do spend time together, you can’t recall the last time you went on a “date.” It isn’t your fault that you feel jealousy brewing in your stomach towards your friends every night. It is normal to feel a little neglected even though you knew the job requirements. You just need to remind yourself of this when Spencer walks through that door. Put on a brave face and act as though eating leftovers by yourself and your comfort show being your only company is an enjoyable night.
Tonight that reminder was forgotten.
The apartment door knob slowly turned and you got off from your seat on the kitchen counter. Spencer tries to sneak his way in, unaware of the fact that you are indeed awake.
“I’m awake,” you say, you can hear the edge in your voice.
“Hi (Y/N). You should be in bed by now angel, early morning tomorrow right?” Spencer questions his voice soft.
He seems relatively calm and not at all unnerved which isn’t what your expecting due to how late he arrived. You would assume that a case that takes this long wouldn’t leave Spencer in such a light mood.
“Good case today?” You ask, not responding to his previous comment.
“Actually, there was no case today. I got caught up in some paperwork and couldn’t stop myself from wanting to finish it.”
Your heart drops at this. As you were sitting here, alone and a little sad, your boyfriend was sitting at the bureau on his own accord doing paperwork.
“Oh,” is all your are able to muster.
Spencer finally looks up fully at you, before being distracted from putting his belongings down and taking off his shoes. His face reads a questioning expression as he tries to read your mood.
“Is something wrong,” he asks.
You try to refrain yourself and you try to be the understanding girlfriend, but the stress of this week has finally caught up to you, leaving you with inability to fake it for Spencer.
“You know I came home today to an empty cold apartment. Certainly not a rare occurrence but for some reason I really didn’t feel like eating dinner by myself and hearing about my friends dates with their boyfriends. I wanted to be with my boyfriend. But no, I understood the job calls and there’s nothing I can do to change that. To find out after all this that you fucking chose to stay at work late,” you feel anger rising in your throat as you cut yourself off before saying something you might regret. “So yeah Spencer I would say something is wrong.”
Spencer seems to be taken aback by your words, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to read you more.
“But it’s fine I don’t want to fight and I want to sleep,” you say quickly before he says anything throwing your hands up and starting your walk to your shared bedroom.
Spencer is quick to follow you and knowing him, this conversation is far from over.
“I’m sorry, sometimes I get caught up in my own world. I wish you would have told me you were feeling this way,” Spencer says trying to calm your anger.
Some part of you knows that he is right and you should have told him but another part argues that if Spencer can profile a stranger how could he not profile you. How could he not notice the loneliness you must be feeling.
“The last thing I would expect from dating a profiler is having to tell them the most obvious details of my life,” you respond, turning around towards Spencer quickly.
“That’s not fair.” Spencer doesn’t provide any further argument.
So you simply nod your head and crawl into bed, tucking yourself to take the least amount of room on the bed and face away from Spencer.
“Baby.”
You hear his soft voice say with a light sigh. He knows what he’s doing. Against your own will, you turn around and look at him with tears sitting on your waterline.
Without saying another word Spencer holds out his arms. You fight the urge to laugh slightly to yourself knowing that Spencer would rather die then hug you in bed with his outside clothes on, even in the midst of a fight.
As a form of compromise you pull yourself out of the sheets and into his arms. His lips are immediately on the side of your head and he is peppering you while whispering soft apologies.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, “ he places a kiss on your forehead, “Have I mentioned that I’m sorry.
You laugh slightly, still not able to form words.
“You’re right this is something so obvious I don’t know how I could have missed it. I promise I will make more time for us.
At that all you can do push yourself further into his chest and sigh.
Spencer finally pulls away to look into your eyes and double check that your tears have stopped. As on slips, he reaches out his finger to gently swipe it.
“Are we okay?” he asks quietly.
“As long as you promise not to choose to stay at work late,” you respond trying to make the air lighter.
“Always,” he says seriously.
As you stand there with his hand on your cheek, staring in each others eyes, Spencer suddenly wraps his arm under your legs and carries you bridal style.
You shriek at the sudden movement. “Spencer!”
“Shhh angel the neighbors are sleeping,” he teases.
You swat his back as he carries you towards the bed once again. He gently places you down before going to bathroom to quickly get ready for bed. When he returns he finds you sprawled on the bed in half-asleep daze. He sinks down into the bed, pulls you close to his chest and kisses the side of your forehead.
“Go to sleep now, we have date tomorrow,” he whispers in your ear as you both slowly drift off to sleep.
a/n: this is my first every post so hii if u made it this far. any interaction is very much appreciated!!
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HALF RETURN part one
pairing. park sunghoon x fem!reader
summary. you and park sunghoon reunite years later, except this time, on the court.
warnings. cursing, mentions of sport injury, mentions of excessive drinking
“Are you ready to go?” Your coach, Lauren, swings your gym bag around her shoulder, eyes widening at how heavy it really was. “Geez Nishimura, what did you put in here? We’re only leaving for 4 days!”
You laugh, taking a quick sip of your Celsius before putting on your socks. “My camera, 2 large Celsius, you can have one Lauren—my Stanley, don’t worry, it’s filled with water and not sprite this time. Oh, and extra rackets.”
“First of all, you’re not even supposed to drink that much Celsius,” Lauren clicks her tongue disapprovingly, “and secondly, your camera? You haven’t used that in a while.”
She’s right. You haven’t. Ever since the incident with Sunghoon 4 years ago, you quit film and started focusing on other things.. such as tennis, Sunghoon’s passion. It seems ironic, but that wasn’t your intention.
Turns out, you were pretty darn good after watching and filming him during your relationship.
Lauren Perret, a coach who used to attend Harvard had been at the park when she saw you play with your friend and instantly became intrigued. In a matter of weeks, she started coaching you to play for Duke with the connection of her friend who was in close hands with the president there.
“Kinda need it, we’re playing against Harvard today.”
“Ah.” Lauren looks away, already knowing what you’re implying. “How has he been, by the way?”
“No idea,” you shrug. “Soobin tells me he’s still good as ever. Heartthrob alumni of Harvard, visits to give speeches to the athletes every week.”
Soobin was one of your film friends during your time at Harvard, and was actually quite the sweetheart. He became pretty close friends with Sunghoon after graduation, the two finding comfort in drinking soju everytime their life went downhill.
For Soobin, it was a horrible quality film. For Sunghoon, it was anything. You still remembered that about him. The littlest of depression could lead to him passed out in the middle of the road.
“You shouldn’t be too worried about him,” Lauren shrugs. “Just think of him as another opponent.”
“You’re right,” you straighten out your white skirt, looking one last time in the mirror before opening your apartment door. “Let’s get this baby on the road.”
🎾 ⊹ ‧
“Hey.”
You sit down in front of Sunghoon, awkwardly glancing around the place.
Despite your relationship ending badly and abruptly, he had invited you out to dinner.
It’s on me, he had told you over message. And you were surprised he still kept your number after all this time.
“Are you guys ready to order?” You could tell the waitress had a bit of a staring problem, her eyes practically set themselves dead on Sunghoon and Sunghoon only.
“Ah yes, I’ll just get the caesar salad with ranch on the side.”
“I’ll get a steak.” You say, handing both of your menus to her after she’s done putting that on the tab.
“She was totally into you.”
Sunghoon scoffs. “Was not.”
“Whatever.” You wave him off. “Caesar salad with ranch on the side, though?”
“Gotta watch my diet for championship.” He shrugs. “You should too Nishimura.”
“How have you been?”
Sunghoon laughs, and you’re confused as to why. You hadn’t said anything funny.
“We’re really delving deep before I have my first wine of the night?” You don’t laugh, which makes the boy roll his eyes. “Okay fine. I’ve been doing okay. Are you sure you didn’t want to ask me about how I was when you exposed your films to the world four years ago?”
You choke on your spit, not expecting him to be so straightforward.
“When I first saw that, I was like no way. No way she would do that so carelessly, she got into Harvard for fucks sake—she wouldn’t do something stupid like that. But when I realized it happened and there was nothing I can do about it, I got so angry. I was angry for weeks, I was angry because everybody else was angry at me. They held me up to this high standard that when they saw me break it, they went ballistic. My coach yelled at me for weeks. Said I was the biggest disappointment known to man, and I was stupid for blowing opportunities away.”
“Wow, I—I’m sorry.”
“No you’re not,” he laughs. “After you exposed me, you found your love for tennis. If I had rewind time and asked you now if you would do what you did four years ago, you would say yes. Admit it, Nishimura.”
“Here is your food!” The waitress comes to end the tension, handing you two your plates. “And you requested 3 wines, Mr. Park?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He places two of the wines on his side and one on yours.
“Say whatever you want to say now,” Sunghoon smirks. “I finally have my wine.”
🎾 ⊹ ‧
When it came to the day of your competition, yours and Sunghoon’s coach share a nod, shaking heads silently.
From the corner of your eye, you finally see him.
After four years, he has grown. He’s no longer the boyish college athlete that you used to date before. Instead, his stance is confident, intimidating almost.
“Hi Nishimura,” he grins. And God, God, it’s the same grin he gave you the day you first met.
“Hi Park.”
He bounces the tennis ball, eyebrows furrowing. “Why are you so tense? Relax, it was four years ago.”
“You’re really over it?” You question.
“I guess.” He stretches his back, a loud cracking sound can be heard. “Not like you ruined my career for a whole 6 months and went after my passion.”
“Alright!” Your coach mushes you and Sunghoon together. “You guys are on now.”
Sunghoon bites the inside of his cheek, already in his starting stance. “Ready anytime you are Nishimura.”
You serve the ball, adrenaline flowing through your body like a stream.
“C’mon,” Lauren whispers at the edge of her seat, “just one more out.”
Suddenly, Sunghoon swings his racket hard at the ball, hitting it right at your eye, making your entire body fall backwards.
“Shit shit shit,” Sunghoon runs over to you, ignoring the loud yelling from your coach at the referee.
“Tell me,” you say to him, blurred vision making Sunghoon look like a distant memory. “That you love me.”
“I can’t.” He whispers, frowning as he positions you so you’re now sitting on the court.
“Tell me I wasn’t the issue in our relationship, Sunghoon. Give me that at least.”
His face still remains pitiful, “Y/N, you seriously never understood, have you? Not even after 4 years?”
“Understood what?”
“It was never about you.” He says quietly. “My life, I mean. It was always about tennis.”
And although you know he’s just being honest, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.
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I’m not the one you should be mad at | J.Y.
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Jang Yunho x fem!reader
Summary:your ex boyfriend fooled you once again,however Yunho will take care of it
Warnings:break up,angst,fingering,prise kink,unprotected sex (don’t do it guys!),smut
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You stepped into Yunho’s apartment,slamming the door before throwing your jacket on his couch:you were on the edge of tears.
You felt so stupid for coming back to your ex again,no matter how badly he had treated you while dating,and no matter how many times he had simply used you even after breaking up.
“Already back? I thought you would’ve spent the rest of the night at his place” Yunho stepped in the living room; as you could tell by his wet hair,the clean black shirt and the new gym trousers he was wearing, he had just taken a shower.
“I’m done with him!” you exclaimed,mad,walking to the kitchen in order to pour yourself a glass of water.
You tried to fight back the urge to cry,however tears started streaming down your face as soon as you opened the fridge. What a crybaby, you thought,but you deserved it for being such an idiot.
“You said the same thing last week,and the week before,and the one before…” Yunho spoke,resting his back against the kitchen counter.
“I’m serious this time!” you exclaimed,walking towards him. The height difference showing as soon as only a few inches distanced the two of you.
The brunette giggled,shaking his head:
“I’ve already heard that. I don’t believe you”
“I said that I’m serious now! Look at me!” you pointed at your tears.
Yunho stared at you,his eyes were cold:
“Whatever… -the brunette mumbled,walking past you to go to his room-the fridge is empty,if you wanna sleep over order dinner for yourself. I’ve already ordered pizza for me” he explained,disappearing.
“Fuck you and your damn pizza! -you exclaimed,sitting on the couch-thank you for being an asshole today…” you then whispered to yourself,sobbing hard.
You sat there crying for thirty minutes,eyes lost wandering from an undefined point of the floor to another, and a hand holding onto you phone as if you were thinking about what to have for dinner when your mind was just empty.
Why did you believe to your ex again? Why you didn’t expect him to call you only for sex and not to give your relationship a second chance? He didn’t care about you anymore,you had turned into his little toy,so why would you bother to listen to him? He had been playing with you for six months now,yet you would always come back to him.
Why were you so stupid? Still so in love? And why was Yunho so cold? Why wasn’t he comforting you like he had always done? Why wasn’t he hugging you? Wiping your tears away? Why wasn’t he reassuring you? Was he mad at you? Was he just mad in general?
You grabbed a pillow, throwing it to the ground as you yelled, angry. You needed to let it go…to make sure that Yunho was listening to you, so he could come and give you the comfort you were seeking. It didn’t happen,tho.
“Don’t yell,my neighbour will complain” he spoke coldly,appearing on the entrance of the living room. He rested a shoulder against the door frame and slid his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
“What’s your fucking problem?” you growled,getting up from the couch just to walk towards the boy.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded
“Why are you acting like a prick?” fire was burning in your eyes,but Yunho didn’t react.
“Like a prick? I’m not the one you should be mad at” he shrugged his shoulders, ready to walk away when you grabbed his forearm:
“Tell me what’s your fucking problem!” you screamed again,tears still rolling down your cheeks
“What’s your problem if anything! -he yelled back,recomposing himself immediately after- you’re just frustrated because I’m not running to save you. That’s why you’re throwing a tantrum” he shrugged your hand off,but you held on.
“I’ve been fucking played and you’re making it worse!”
“Yes! You’ve been fucking played,congrats on waking up after six months y/n! What am I supposed to do,uh? Wipe your tears,tell you that it’s not your fault and that everything will get better just to get laid in my fucking bed? That shit is over!
I tried Y/n, I tried so hard to stay by your side when you needed it, I tried so hard to become something more than your post-break-up fuck buddy. I accepted to have sex with you,gaslighting myself into believing that maybe,maybe if I held on and took care of your wounds you would’ve seen me in a different light; but it didn’t happen. All you cared about was that fucking idiot. I won’t be here wiping your tears again after you brought this on yourself, running to him anytime he was horny and needy. I’m tired -he pushed you away- get home. I changed my mind,I won’t allow you to sleep here tonight. I need to be alone”
“You need to be alone?! Fucking narcissistic, I’m devastated and all you can think about is yourself?!“ you were getting more and more mad
“Narcissistic?! You are a narcissistic! Have you ever thought about how I could feel? Have you ever thought about how much energy I put into this just to get nothing in return?”
“You can’t expect people to fall in love with you just because you help them,how sick is that logic?!” your hands were wandering in the air, there was no control in your movements as you were blinded by pain and anger
“I did not expect you to fall in love with me..but to get at least a thank you,hell if I did;but no,no,you couldn’t say thank you,you couldn’t percieve me as an actual person,you were so busy thinking about that idiot that all I was seen as was just a damn rebound!” Yunho walked closer,making you step back,hitting the couch.
“I never considered you a rebound” you justified yourself,holding onto the backrest of the sofa.
“Your actions said otherwise -he bit back,staring into your soul- and I’m over”
From his eyes,you could see how painful it had been for him,how hurt,and angry,he was right now.
Maybe he was right:maybe you did act like he was a rebound,the one you wanted to run to only when you needed someone to put the pieces of your heart together;but you had never been aware of it.
“I don’t want you to be over” you spoke,holding onto the cloth of his shirt.
You were stuck between the couch and his body,with his warm breath caressing your cold skin.
“Why? -the brunette paused- Cuz you want an unconditional emotional support? Or -he pushed his lower abdomen against yours- or because you need me to make you moan out loud?”.
Your breath got stuck in your throat as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes for an eternity of seconds.
“Answer me” Yunho mumbled
You didn’t say a word
“Answer me!” he repeated himself
Still nothing.
“I hate you” he then mumbled, almost broken
“Me too” you replied,smashing your lips against his.
He was right:you did need him…but,after all,he needed you as well.
A moan of yours filled the air as soon as Yunho’s strong hands rested on your hips,moving your body from the couch to the wall,pushing your back against the cold surface as his lips sucked yours; his tongue twirling in your pretty mouth.
You grabbed the cloth of his shirt,stripping him out of it by lifting it up from the back.
Without breaking the kiss,your hands wander along his torso,feeling his muscles tensing at every movement.
Again,Yunho grabbed you by your hips,this time just to lead you to his bedroom and push you on his bad.
“I don’t wanna see you ever again after tonight” he whispered,kissing your neck;his hand was already wandering in between your thighs.
You didn’t answer, you just dragged him closer,stroking your lower abdomen against his as he moaned in your neck,biting his favourite spot:the skin upon your right collarbone.
Yunho’s hand went up your torso,getting rid of your top to leave you in your white bra and white skirt:
“My favourite colour” he commented,starting to suck your shoulder immediately after.
Again,the hand on your torso went up,squeezing your breast,stroking the cloth of your lingerie while he couldn’t stop grinding his crotch against your panties.
“Stop teasing” you panted,unbuckling his belt. You weren’t sure of what you were doing since your head was thrown back and your mind was foggy.
Yunho smirked and laughed, moving your hand away to get undressed on his own:
“Sometimes I wonder if your ex had ever gotten you so worked up in such a short time” he bit his lips,freeing your body from his grip for a second just to take off his gym trousers.
“Yunho…” you mewled,holding onto the sheets as you were already missing his touch.
“He didn’t,did he? Or you wouldn’t have fucked with me so often when he used to call you for that” he spoke again,going back to suck on your neck,which was now covered in purple marks.
“Yunho…Yunho…” you repeated his name as a mantra while he unbuttoned the strap of your bra to let it fall down the bad.
“What do you want darling? Speak up” he groaned,kissing your chest,right between your breast,before twirling his tongue around your nipple and then lick your tummy.
“Your fingers…please” you slid your hand down your body,under your skirt,realising how wet you already were.
Yunho was right:for how much you loved your ex,he had never gotten you so worked up. You had always had to do that on your own,focused on the idea to please him instead of creating a mutual relationship.
“I know angel, I know you love it” he whispered,going more and more down on you,until his lips started kissing your inner thigh, close to your wetness.
“Yunho…” you cried again, head still thrown back.
The boy stroked his knuckles against the cloth of your panties,moving it aside before sliding a finger inside you.
You moaned out loud,holding onto his shoulders to release the tension pleasure had rose in your body.
“Fuck” you whined,music to Yunho’s ear.
The boy lifted his head,admiring your red,flushed cheeks and your slightly open mouth. He knew you were feeling good,but he also knew that you wanted more:he knew you,he knew how eager you were for his fingers; that was why he decided to slid in another one,making you moan louder.
“Fuck,fuck!” you cried again,coming undone on Yunho’s hand.
The brunette smirked,licking his fingers,kissing your lips.
“Good girl -he moved to the angle of your mouth,leaving another kiss also in that spot- do you think you can hold on a little longer?” he asked,sure that you would’ve said yes,as always. However,this time,you got so high that you could barely talk.
“Y/n?” Yunho called you,worried as he gently stroked you cheek,waiting for you to stop panting and open your eyes:
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” he asked,worried,but you shook your head.
“Are you sure?” he asked again,you nodded
“You didn’t-you didn’t come yet” you whispered
“I won’t keep on if, today, you can’t handle it” he moved a few strands of sweaty hair away from your face;you shook your head again,kissing him.
“Don’t stop,please” you whispered,stroking your hips against his.
Immediately, the light in Yunho’s eyes changed as the boy started sucking your skin one more time,making you moan,going down and down until his tongue met your intimacy.
“Yes,please,I need you!” you mumbled,bucking yourself against him
“Stay still angel,I can’t make you feel good if you move” he groaned,blocking your body against the bed with his huge hands.
You bit your lips,enjoying his teasing until,finally,you felt his fingers lift your skirt to then grab your legs.
Yunho smirked,looking down at you before pecking your lips and move, for the second time,your panties aside.
“Gonna make you feel so good” he groaned into the crook of your neck,getting inside of you.
“Fuck,Yunho” you mewled,almost in pain:no matter how many times you had taken him,you still needed time to adjust to his size.
Once he had understood that you were finally okay,he started moving his hips,slowly,scared to cross the line as you had almost passed away a few minutes before;however,your moans and half eaten up prayers to move faster, made him go feral.
The room was filled with grunts:Yunho couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you were anytime he had sex with you;you always came so undone for him and only him. It was his biggest turn on:your pretty o shaped lips,the sweaty hair spread all over his bed,your moans, and those eyes shut in pleasure. It was heaven for him:it was heaven for him knowing that you were feeling so good.
“Fuck,I’m about to come” he suddenly muttered as his movements got sloppier.
He looked at you one last time,knowing,thanks to your contracted expression,that you were close as well.
A few last moans filled the air,then your release came,followed by Yunho’s.
The brunette panted,resting his forehead on your shoulder before laying down next to you.
Again,it took you a while before coming down from your highness,and Yunho noticed,that was why he started caressing you slowly,kissing your forehead and talking sweetly:
“It’s okay angel,just stay with me,can you hear my voice?” he asked,you nodded,sliding your body closer to his to be welcomed in his warm embrace.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough? Or did I teased you too much today?” he demanded,caressing your hair
“It’s okay -you mumbled,tired- you were perfect -you paused- I’m sorry…”
“Sorry? For what? For not carrying it out like you always do?” Yunho asked,confused
“No…for making you feel like a rebound. You were right,I did that,but I wasn’t aware of it. I was…”
“You were in love. But,please,next time don’t let your feelings fool you again” Yunho kissed your temple.
You shook your head,wrapping your arms around his waist:
“I won’t. You were right when you said that I kept coming back to you just to be comforted. I needed it so bad,I…I needed you so bad -you lifted your head- and I still do. But not because of sex,or because I need an emotional support,only because…-you gulped- only because you’ve become my safe place -you admitted, wiping a tear away- I don’t think I’ve realised it before you told me. I don’t understand why I could be fooled so easily. Now that I think about it,my ex never really cared about me. I was always the one giving everything to him in every aspect of out relationship,from support to sex. Even there he acted like a selfish prick,yet I kept going back to him” you were now crying in Yunho’s chest.
The boy slid on his right side,keeping you close,caressing your back to comfort you,to let you know that he was there.
“Now that you’ve realised it, you broke the cycle. It’s a good thing,next time you won’t believe him;but, please,and this time I am not referring only to myself,remember that only because someone took too much from us without giving anything in return,it doesn’t mean that we’re supposed to do the same with those who are close to us” the brunette pointed out,sweetly, caressing your cheek.
“You are right -you sat,looking down at him- I’m sorry Yunho,for everything. I promise that from now on I’ll treat you right…if you still want me around” you crossed your legs.
Yunho mirrored you,sitting. He then dragged you into a long hug:
“Of course I want you around. I love you,y/n” he kissed your temple
“I love you too,Yunho. Thank you for everything” you kissed him back,hugging him tightly. You would have never hurt him again.
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Lestappen Fic Masterpost
Yours dynamic:
All independent fics with the top Charles, bottom Max dynamic . They can, but don't have to be read as the same universe
Yours (54k words)
Read the tags for kinks
Charles looks much too satisfied as Max leans back against the door, one eyebrow tugging up as he asks, “Do you want to fight?”
“Of course I want to fight.”
Charles only looks slightly amused. “Then fight.”
"Stop fucking telling me what to do!" Max yells.
Charles cocks his head. "What, because it turns you on?"
Alternatively:
Max doesn't want to like Charles, but Charles makes that really fucking difficult sometimes
Love Languages:
Foreign language kink
En Français (5k words)
Max does not speak French.
Did he take five years of French in school? Sure. Did he learn anything? Fuck no.
But he wants to know what Charles is saying when he's gossiping with Pierre or sharing anecdotes with Arthur or telling his mother about his week and he really, really wants to know what Charles is saying when he traps Max under his weight and presses kiss after kiss to every part of his face while he rattles on in French so fast Max barely catches ‘chéri’.
Charles cannot under any circumstances know about it though.
Alternatively:
Max secretly starts learning French and Charles catches him doing a Duolingo lesson and has a bit of a crisis about how Max sounds speaking French
In het Nederlands: (9k words)
"Maaax," Charles moans, flopping on the bed next to Max. "I think I just need to hear what it sounds like again, like the rhythms and sounds, you know? Say a sentence for me quickly?"
"Je bent volkomen belachelijk, er is geen reden om Nederlands te leren en je martelt ons allebei," Max tells him immediately before he sits up to look at his messages. (You're completely ridiculous, there is no reason for you to learn Dutch and you're just torturing us both.)
Charles sits up too, nodding thoughtfully. "What did you say?"
"Don't worry about it."
Alternatively:
Charles makes it his life's mission to learn Dutch, butchering Max's native language and breaking his eardrums in the process, but then Charles calls him schatje and Max can't handle it even a little bit
Il Calore: (7k words)
Temperature/Ice Play
"Charles," Max complains, even as his hand slips into Charles' hair to keep him there where he's mouthing against his sea salted skin, and he's already given in. "I'm hot."
Charles chuckles as he mouths a kiss right below Max's navel, licking up salt and sweat, and says, "Yes. Yes, you are."
Max sighs, half in annoyance, but he's already melting into the sheets under Charles' tongue.
Alternatively:
Max is melting in the Italian summer heat and Charles' way of cooling him down is to get him hot and bothered.
Down Deep (11k words)
The summary says it all
It's just a thing Charles says sometimes.
"Fuck, I should keep you filled with my come all day."
What he doesn't expect is the way that, this time, Max whines and babbles, "Yes. Yes, please, keep it in me all day, want it, Charles, please."
Alternatively:
Charles gives Max exactly what he wants
Settle Down (11k words)
Cock warming
"Hmm." Charles puts a finger under Max's chin to tilt his head up to look at him. "Look, I'm not trying to minimise it, you're right to be upset and I do want to listen to you, so don't kick me when I say this, I'm just trying to help you."
"Say what?" Max snaps.
Charles looks at him a second. "Will you calm down if I give you my cock under the desk?"
Alternatively:
Sometimes Max just needs a little help to calm down.
Pretty (6k words)
Praise kink
Max huffs. “I’ve looked at myself plenty of times and I don’t see it.”
“What, that you’re pretty?” Charles asks in absent confusion, sounding like he’s a little too distracted by his determination to press kisses down the stubble on Max’s jaw to even really know what they’re talking about.
“Uh, yeah,” Max just says. “I’m just not all that pretty, Charles.”
Charles freezes and then he sits up and looks at Max with a look of utter horror. "What do you mean you're not that pretty?"
Alternatively:
Charles makes sure Max knows that he is, in fact, very pretty
Other smut:
ie. the one top Max fic I wrote only to never write another
Kiss It Better (11k words)
Charles was known to be a bit dramatic, Max had always known this about him.
Max almost gets a heart attack when Charles texts him:
Chéri
Come get me it hurts
Alternatively:
Five times Charles is dramatic about the most minor of injuries imaginable (and how Max handles that) and one time he's actually hurt and doesn't fucking say anything
Fluff:
Established Relationship:
Puppy Eyes (6k words)
Max wants to say no so badly.
But Charles has the dog pressed to his cheek and they have those matching pleading faces right next to each other and, really, Max is just proud of himself for not dissolving into a puddle on the floor.
How is he meant to say no to them when they look at him like that?
Alternatively:
Leo and Charles are carbon copies of each other who team up to weasel anything their hearts desire out of Max. But turns out puppy eyes work on Charles too.
Black Cat Behaviour (5k words)
"Hmm?" Max hums sleepily, right as the cat makes a half-aware mrrp.
Identical.
Oh god that's cute.
Alternatively:
Max has no idea just how much he behaves like his cats
High Maintenance (5k words)
"You're really fucking high maintenance, you know that?" Max tells Charles quite sincerely as he clings to Max from behind, limbs wrapped tight around Max who is trying very hard to squirm out of his arms and get out of bed to be productive.
"No, I'm not, what are you talking about? All I need to be happy is cuddles and you are denying me."
Max sighs and gives up again, going slack in Charles' immovable grip, much to Charles' apparent satisfaction.
Alternatively:
Charles is really high maintenance. Max is less annoyed about it than he pretends to be
One shots:
The Cat Conspiracy (5k words)
"Max, you didn't tell me they were so cute in person," he laments. "Can I?" He gestures toward the little fuckers.
Max is speechless for a second before he says, helplessly, "Of course."
And Sassy just lets him pet her.
She starts purring.
Alternatively:
Charles comes over one time and the cats decide they like him better than Max and then he keeps coming over and being all cute with them and calling them baby and Max can't decide whether he's more jealous of Charles or of the cats.
Author's note:
Will try and keep this updated if I write smth new, might change it at some point
Anyway, feel free to ask me any questions abt anything or just yap at me <3 (please yap at me)
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Hyp. Your awesome. Your writing is awesome. Could be kinda awesome if you wrote some good ol' RainDrop in a bit of an enemies to lovers or a classic hate fuck situation? Only awesome if ur feeling it, obviously. If not that's cool. Just thought I'd ask to see if your awesome brain came up with anything 🤭
heheh thank you! i had some lore kinda thoughts and it turned into whatever this is. they're not fucking (yet) here, but the enemies to lover vibe is strong. I hope it's okay :3
(and look at my new divider by the amazing @ghuleh-recs!!!)
“What on earth are you doing with that bass?”
Rain jumps at the harsh voice of the other ghoul. He thought he was alone in the practice room—and maybe he was, but obviously not anymore.
“Playing,” he replies, trying his best to sound sure of himself and confident, but it comes out more as a question.
“Making an even bigger idiot out of yourself than you already are is what you’re doing,” Dewdrop scoffs. Rain tries to ignore that pang of hurt in his chest at his words, but it’s hard when every single day for the last weeks all that the fire ghoul’s been doing is showering him in hate. He thinks he may just about have had enough.
Still, he lacks the courage to do anything about it, anyway. When it comes to flight or fight, Rain chooses the former over and over again.
“I’m just gonna go if you need the room,” he says quietly and turns to put his bass away.
“Sure, go abuse that thing somewhere else.” The water ghoul has no idea what Dewdrop is on about. Maybe he is doing something wrong, but how would he know? He doesn’t have a mentor to teach him like all the other ghouls that were summoned to their pack with him.
Rain sighs, packs the bass and turns to leave with his head hung low.
Before he can actually leave, though, Dewdrop stops him. He stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest and he’s glaring up at Rain as if he has expected him to do something else.
“Who told you to pick like that?” he asks. Rain’s eyes are dragged to a wrinkle between his eyebrows. It seems permanent, always there with his frown, but the water ghoul thinks he could actually be really pretty if he just…got rid of that everlasting anger etched in his features.
“No one,” Rain tells him the truth. “I’ve been trying to figure stuff out on my own.”
“Why?” Dewdrop asks, seeming completely oblivious. Rain gets a little confused now, too. He knows the fire ghoul’s history, he knows it should be him teaching him his instrument. Did Dewdrop himself forget?
Suddenly Rain gets bolder.
“Well, I don’t exactly have a teacher,” he says louder, straightening up. “I’m doing my best, unlike someone.”
“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?” Dewdrop growls and takes a step forward. He’s small—way smaller than Rain—but the pure fire in his eyes can intimidate. Still, the water ghoul doesn’t move.
“You know what! You can’t call me an idiot for not being great at something I have zero idea about just because the person who was supposed to teach me decided to…I don’t know, hate me for no reason!”
Dewdrop’s eyebrows shoot up.
He looks like Rain’s words…got to him and the water ghoul doesn’t know how to feel about it. Is it just a calm moment before the storm, is he about to be burned to the ground with Dewdrop’s anger? His anxious brain manages to come up with a multitude of doomsday scenarios in those short moments.
But what happens is so very different from all of those scenarios.
Dewdrop looks down and scoffs as if he’s regretting what he’s about to do, before he swiftly reaches out and grabs Rain’s arms to keep him close when he stands on his tiptoes and presses his burning lips against the water ghoul’s cold ones.
Rain huffs into the kiss in surprise, but quickly finds it…nice. He relaxes and kisses back and it’s getting more and more heated with every second.
A few moments later it’s Rain who begins to peel the other’s clothes off piece by piece. Neither of them knows what happens, it’s like they black out and in the next moment they’re tumbling on the floor naked.
“Fuck me, Rain,” Dewdrop pants and the water ghoul likes the way his own name falls from his lips. His voice is pretty. “Fuck the hate out of me.”
Well, Rain can’t exactly waste a solution to fixing his own problem?
Can he?
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Simple Gifts
“Here.” Stephen thrust the small package at Tony. He’d been debating with himself for the last three weeks. First about whether to get Tony something or not. Colonel Rhodes had assured him that Tony never expected anything from his friends, given how hard Tony could be to shop for—Stephen didn’t exactly want to stick himself in the friend category, anyways, even if he’d yet to make any sort of move. Then, when he’d finally decided to bite the bullet and do it, he’d had to decide what in the world he was supposed to give someone who had essentially everything.
Tony stared down at the package for a long moment, brow furrowed in bemusement, but he took the package. “What is it?”
Stephen would have thought that was obvious. “Your birthday present, obviously.”
“Obviously,” Tony repeated. “People don’t get me presents,” he said the words as though Stephen should know better. “I’m kind of hard to shop for.”
“Trust me,” Stephen said. “I’m well aware of that.”
Tony eyed him for a long moment, then shrugged before carefully unwrapping the present. Stephen almost wished he’d just rip the wrapping paper off and get it over with, but Tony was apparently being contrary—even unknowingly—because he seemed to have decided that he was going to finish with a perfect thing of wrapping paper.
It seemed to take forever for Tony to unwrap the present, prying open the box carefully. He froze.
Stephen bit his lip. Had this been a bad idea? Vishanti, this had been a bad idea. He shouldn’t have gotten anything. Or if he had, he should have gotten something normal.
“What is it?” Tony asked.
“They’re spells,” Stephen explained. He moved closer, slipping into Tony’s space. “Here, dump them out.”
Tony carefully tilted the box; the three spells fell out into his hand, connected by a thin chain that could be hooked around Tony’s wrist. Stephen had contained each spell in a small containment unit, about the size of a standard dice.
The green and silver metal square was wrapped around the orange spells, seemingly contained by glass, though that was an illusion rather than a reality.
Stephen picked up the chain, settling it on his own hand. He pointed at the first one on the right. “This spell is a spell of invisibility. It’s not an entirely impressive piece of magic, but it will last about ten minutes and can be applied five times.” He pointed at the second spell, on the left. “This one is a mild levitation spell. You probably won’t need it often, with the suit, but it’ll last about five minutes and can be used five times as well.”
Tony looked up at him, the expression on his face difficult to read. “And the last one?”
Stephen rubbed a thumb over the spell in the middle. “This is a shield charm, it should withstand all but the most powerful of spells. It can be used twice.” He’d had to decide what was more important, a heavy-duty shield spell that could only be used a few times, or a light-weight shield spell that had a higher number of applications. Knowing Tony, though, if someone was going to go after him, they’d go after him with the worst they had. “I’ve charmed the container on this one so that I can re-apply the spell once they’ve been used.” The others would vanish once they’d fulfilled their purpose, but this one…
It had been a tricky bit of magic, but well worth it. The others he could replace based off what Tony wanted—if he did ever want more—but this one… well, shielding Tony… Protecting him... There was nothing Stephen would replace that with.
Tony examined him for a moment. Stephen tried not to let his anxiety show. “Is this… all right?” He knew that Tony had some reservations about magic, still, but Stephen… well, it was what he had to give.
And admittedly, once the idea had occurred to him, Stephen hadn’t been able to stop. The idea of being able to provide Tony with magical protection had been unrelenting.
Tony bit his lip, then nodded. He held out his wrist. “Want to do the honors?”
Stephen smiled, relief filling him. He wrapped the chain around Tony’s wrist and then used a quick spell to do the latch. “Only you can take it off,” he said. “Or me,” he acknowledged. “Since it’s my magic, but for all intents and purposes, just you.”
Tony shook his hand a little. There was a faint clink of the spells knocking into each other. It looked innocuous, like a simple charm bracelet—though admittedly, one that wasn’t entirely Tony’s style—certainly not like a minor magical relic.
“How much work did this take you?” Tony asked.
Stephen shrugged. Several weeks worth, but he didn’t want to admit that. “Not much.”
Tony nodded, looking down at his bracelet. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” Stephen said. “I want you to be safe.”
Tony’s smile was soft. “I don’t think I’ve ever been safer.” He paused, considering Stephen for a long moment. A small smile crossed his lips and then he was pressing up. The kiss came, soft and gentle, pressed against Stephen’s cheek.
Stephen felt a flush rush over him; he was sure his cheeks were bright red. So, yes, maybe Stephen hadn't been entirely inconspicuous about his feelings. Tony’s kiss made Stephen think he wasn’t entirely alone in that, though.
“Happy Birthday, Tony.”
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Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.
Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.
It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again.
But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.
“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”
“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”
“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”
He’s met with blank stares.
“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”
“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks.
“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”
“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer.
“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”
“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”
“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”
“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”
Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”
“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!”
Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.”
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Bc I’ve gotten so many requests!
MafiaLeadersdaughter (MLD Ig??) ! Reader x Simon Riley :p
Lil dribble Drabble series
“Aside from the obvious,” Simon motioned to the papers over the table, the photos taken of the obscure weapons dealers and organized crime leaders information and every little fact anything could be dug up on the few people they wanted to find. “What exactly am I needed to get ou’ of this?”
To that Price gives the lieutenant a small shrug, “Collateral. Get the information you can while undercover and when your cover is blown, bring the girl back.”
He looks down at the few pictures he had of the certain sects leader, a beaming smile across the face and an arm looped through a friend’s. Unassuming, pretty, sweet looking. Easy target- all the same, smart, probably wouldn’t let any information out.
Undercover had never been his thing anyway.
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“Good morning, Jenny,” you happily chrip as you walk into the flower shop, looking through the new arrangements and you look over to the counter- expecting to see the same smile who had seen for the past four months. Instead you see an older person, maybe finish years older, a man- a medical grade face mask over his face but you still give him a kind smile. You set down your vase you were looking over and then walk over to the counter, “I’m sorry, I was expecting Jenny. But good morning to you too!”
With a quick introduction between you both you hum to the name and then leans forward, “Oh my gosh, I love that name. I have that name on my baby name list. ‘Simon’ ugh…so cute. Anyway-“ you tap the counter and then motion to the flower arrangements, “I’m picking these up for my dad, we have some guys from Italy coming and he wants to be all ‘ou look we’re so fancy.’”
“Right. Right,” With a short nod you watch as the man mutters to himself and then grabs the flowers. Only to falter to the sight of who you assumed to be Ivon.
You glance over your shoulder and then laugh, “oh! Let me introduce you- Simon this is Ivon, Ivon’s from Russia or something, owed my father money so he’s my bodyguard until his debt his paid. Ivon say hi!”
“Hallo.”
With a nod you look back to Simon, “Are you new to the area?”
With a glance between you and Ivon Simon sets the case down, “Moved about two weeks back.”
“Oh my gosh! Please, please please! Tell me you have friends or family here.”
“No ma’am.”
“Oh ew, don’t call me ma’am, that’s my mother- god rest her soul- but! You need an official tour of Manhattan, when do you get off?”
“Five.”
“Dinner? And Ivon can take you anywhere you wanna go! Not like uh…” you look him over, “you need a guard but Ivon’s the best, and I love to get to know everyone new to the community.”
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“‘Ello.” Johnny had picked up the phone.
“Is capn there?”
“In a breifin wit Lasswell, made contact?”
Simon runs a hand down his face as he looks out the window of the shop, watching as Ivon ever so softly helped you into the car with the flowers. “Uh….yeah yeah.”
“Need backup?”
“Nah! Nah, I….she’s takin me to dinner.”
A silence.
“She’s fuckin doin what-?
“She’s as goody as she can get! I dunnae if it an act or somethin but—anyway, the meet between the Cortitalis? It’s happening.”
“Oi- how’d ya get that out of her-“
“Johnny she told me during our small talk.”
“…so she’s stupid.”
“No. She’s not and that’s the thing-“ the bell rung as another costumer is walked in and Simon takes a breath, ��Gotta go.”
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Annn…yeah, that’s all I got. I have a plot in mind but bear with me, if you have any feedback or comments please! I would love to hear them. <3
#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley imagine#simon ghost x reader#simon riley fanfic#simon ghost riley#coco's chaos <3#simon riley x you#cod x you#cod fluff#simon riley x reader
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Very important very canonical list of what BSD characters would say “urm what the sigma” either ironically or unironically
Dazai and Ranpo both say it ironically often back and forth to each other or to confuse the rest of the agency. Dazai especially would say it after a ten minute lecture by Kunikida in which Kunikida would respond with another ten minutes of yelling at him for not taking anything seriously.
Yosano says it once or twice when the moment’s right mostly to tease Kunikida for taking it so literally but not nearly as often as the other two.
Kyouka and Kenji heard Ranpo and Dazai say it and started repeating it even though neither of them understand what it means but it sounds funny.
Lucy joins in with Dazai and Ranpo in saying it especially towards Atsushi who doesn’t get it but just awkwardly laughs it off cause he doesn’t know how else to respond.
Tachihara said it once with the black lizards and again with the hunting dogs and both times was met with confused silence. He was trying to get a laugh but ended up just feeling hella cringy and never said it again out of embarrassment.
Gin actually did giggle when Tachihara said it but no one heard it under her mask. Now she mumbles it under her breath occasionally and once said it in front of Akutagawa who was also very confused.
In another life I firmly believe that Q would be an IPad kid who laughs at skibidi toilet jokes. If he ever were to canonically gain internet access he would defo laugh at and use the phrase unironically.
Take one look at Kajii and try to tell me he doesn’t say the most cringy chronically online shit every time he opens his mouth.
Nikolai starts saying it all the time the minute he hears the phrase. Everyone else just assumes it’s something he made up to annoy Sigma so they don’t question it. Meanwhile Sigma himself is initially confused as to why Gogol keeps using his name in vain like someone would to god. He increasingly gets more and more annoyed at it because it’s very obvious Nikolai is only doing it to make him upset. Once Sigma is at peak annoyance, Gogol starts replacing the word sigma with other words that start with the letter S like scallop or something to subvert his expectations. This only makes Sigma more annoyed as it’s obviously just a replacement for his name and its meaning remains the same. Although Sigma acknowledges how silly getting all worked up over something stupid Nikolai did is, he still can’t help it. Gogol uses the excuse that he’s not saying his name anymore so he can’t get mad at him. Finally one day Nikolai airdrops Sigma multiple TikTok’s about “sigma males” causing Sigma to have an existential crisis over what his name means and the implications of being named after such a thing cause he would never treat women that way all while Nikolai laughs about it from afar.
Natsume because of the vibe and I think it would be really funny
Come back next week to learn which kids 2000’s/2010’s virtual world each bsd character played on obsessively and why.
#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd shitpost#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#ranpo edogawa#bsd ranpo#yosano akiko#bsd yosano#bsd kyouka#bsd kenji#bsd lucy#bsd tachihara#bsd gin#bsd kajii#bsd nikolai#nikolai gogol#bsd sigma#flump!#I got lazy with tagging lol#this is very important I can’t keep these ideas in#I should start tagging stuff as shower thoughts cause a majority of the shit I come up with#is a result of being forced to be alone with my thoughts for a certain amount of time#my fav way to analyze characters is through determining if they would be chronically online or not#unrelated but I’ve been rewatching the anime if you couldn’t tell lmao
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ftm Barty + demisexual cis Evan who truly only has the hots for Barty, like that's his only target (this is awfully specific but I'm writing them as side characters on a fic and I really would love to hear your take on this bc I love your headcanons)
have an awesome week!
so so so sorry for getting to this so late, but i have finally put all of my thoughts together because i am absolutely eating this shit up. evan genuinely feels so valid and seen and heard when it comes to his feelings. i think for me, something i love to hc when it comes to barty is that he’s actually an extremely accepting person. he’s a stark contrast of everything that his father is. he’ll do anything to get a rise out of his father, and of course when he finally transitions, it’s like the ultimate fuck you to his dad for all the shit he went through. he’s like “fuck this, i’m living my life for me” and he’s obsessed with evan because, in turn, evan is one of the first people he feels completely comfortable coming out to. they both take care of each other, even in the most extreme sense. they’d kill for each other. evan even has a whole plan of dismembering bartemius crouch sr.
barty is patient with evan, and evan listens to everything that barty is going through. they have such an intense mutual respect for each other. like Really Intense. it’s always been each other, even before they really admitted to how they felt. evan isn’t a super emotional person overall, but the feelings he builds for Barry are unlike any other. they are sacred and heavily protected by barty. he’d rather put a gun to his own head than see anything ever happen to evan.
everyone thinks evan is just playing some sort of game when it comes to relationships, but when he’s with barty, barty never expects more, but it pleasantly surprised and fucking elated when evan finally confesses his feelings. evan spends lots of time in barty’s hoodies, letting himself be taken care of instead of feeling like he has to put on some sort of brave face for others. it’s just easy with the two of them.
having each other’s attention is the only thing that matters. they literally don’t need anyone else. everything falls into place once they are together. they navigate things easily and respectfully. but they aren’t afraid to put up a fight if something feels off (whether it be with each other or someone outside of their relationship).
evan is the one to go with barty for his first gender-affirming haircut and they go out and get a whole new wardrobe together just to make sure barty feels most comfortable in his body. evan would be the kind of guy to kick back on one of the sofas in the changing room area while barty shows off all the clothes he picked out. and evan can’t help but smile at how good barty looks because he’s actually confident in his appearance when trying on clothes that feel good on his body.
i am pretty sure i could go on for ages about this, but i will stop right there for the sake of getting too invested. however, i’d be more than happy to share any other thoughts and feelings on them <333 mwah!
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I will literally sell you my soul for some bratty!male!bunny!reader x top!Angel Dust (if you're open to that ofc no pressure🙏) p.s I read your works and they were great! <3
AHHHHHHHHHHHH me trying to write male reader is gonna bring me back to my wattpad days ( shivers ) this is also super short so like . . . my bad
warnings: NSFW, 18+, practically porn without plot, orgasm denial, angel refers to reader as bunny ( & dumb bunny), he/him pronouns used, valentino mentioned, ari doesn’t know how to write men or angel dust should be a warning in itself, idk wtf i’m doing but we’re doing it for the anon !!!!!
“you know i don’t know why the dumb moth man likes you as a pornstar so much.” you liked to work up angel dust. it was a given! you’d stayed at the hotel for a couple weeks now. you were too scared of alastor after he made a comment about how he thinks bunny blood tastes amazing, charlie’s energy level was way too high for you, vaggie was well . . . vaggie, husk and angel were really the only people you talked to.
“bunny, i love ya, but i’m not in the mood.” angel was never “in the mood” anymore, mostly due to the fact valentino had a whole meltdown about how angel went off on him that one time. but you loved to push buttons. it was pretty much all you did. good thing you were too scared to be around alastor or cannibal town would’ve had a field day with you by now.
“oh but i’m in the mood!” you flashed the spider demon a smile “i mean i’m just saying. you can’t possibly fuck that good for him to wanna keep you around.” husk sighed at that last comment, expecting angel to go on a whole rant about how good at sex he is. but instead angel just death glared you before getting up and walking to his room. “oh fuck.” you mumbled before following after him.
“ya here to diss my sex abilities more bunny?” you thought about it for a second before smiling at the demon “i mean if you wanna tell me i’m wrong you could always prove it.”
angel thought about it for a second before pushing you onto his bed. “i hope ya know what ya gettin into bunny.” you nodded smiling. “why do you think i push buttons?”
angel shook his head before taking his shorts off and signaling you to do the same. when you didn’t he just shook his head and started to take them off you himself. “dumb bunny” he mumbled before pinning your arms down. “kick me or somethin if you wanna stop okay bunny?” with that you kicked his leg jokingly causing angel to sigh. “nevermind. say red if you wanna stop.” he said before thrusting into you.
“fuck” you moaned eliciting a chuckle out of angel. “barely started fucking ya and you’re already moaning ya dumb bunny. if ya just wanted to fuck me that badly ya coulda just asked!”
angel knew his abilities. he knew he was great in bed. that’s why he got paid so much, he knew even the dumbest of demons couldn’t ever even THINK otherwise. so when his little bunny started saying stuff about how he was in bed he knew it was all for the other demon.
“ya know at this rate i might end up fuckin the brat outta ya!” he said, clearly making fun of you moving ur hips backwards against his thrusts. “i thought you were a bottom!” you mustered out . . . not completely together and probably not even close to a full sentence with how long it took to come out of your mouth but angel got the point, well. he got the point he wanted to get. which to him was his dumb little bunny shouldn’t be able to have anything coming out of his mouth except moans. which in return caused angel to start thrusting harder
you heard a couple of moans come from the man behind you and within seconds he was coming inside of you. you were close and angel knew that. angel wasn’t the nicest of tops . . . especially to bratty bunnies. so after he came he pulled out and started getting dressed again. “w-what are you doing?” you stuttered at the spider, who did nothing but let out a chuckle. “ya really thought i’d let ya come after that brattiness?”
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel fanfic#angel dust#hazbin hotel angel#hazbin hotel smut#angel dust x reader#angel x reader#hazbin hotel x male reader
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Guys please be concerned for my mental health. I might actually commit to writing a ficlet. It came to me and a dream and I decided “sure”. Yippee!
(Please give me advice I literally beg you)
#I type this so I don’t have to actually start writing#I have like probably 1/4 of it planned out#IF YOU ARE READING THIS PLEASE TELL ME IF IT WOULF BE A GOID IDEA TO MAKE IT INO PARTS#ALSO AFTERWARDS WOULF IT BE SMART TO PUT IT ON AO3??#please help me I’m new to this#it will probably be horrible and I’ll probably never post it but oh well#this post will be my commitment….#maybe.#don’t be expecting anything this will take me about a week#stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#byler#ficlet#joe keery#joseph quinn#S4JKs Lyrics
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traveling back in time not to talk to a victorian child or to fix history or any of that. traveling back in time so i can lay on a grassy hill and stare up at the night sky and be able to see more stars and galaxies then than i can now
#do you ever think about people in the past were probably able to see more stars than we can#that one episode of hey arnold about the comet is a good example of this#taking an astronomy class and relearning my love for the stars and space#how can i learn the vastness and mysterious of the universe and not become absolutely obsessed#how do you expect me to learn about the echo of creation - how we are made from stars - how the universe is both so incredibly full and so#incredibly empty and we think we know everything and also know that we don’t know anything#like bruh#i am just so incredibly fascinated#and it’s only the first week!!#words#astronomy#btz.txt#space#stars
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we could be really cute roller skating besties who jam to vaporwave and mallsoft in the city at sunset but nobody i know wants to leAVE THEIR FUCKING HOUSE & TRY NEW THINGS
#B R O#I HAVE MADE 5 NEW RL FRIENDS IN THE PAST WEEK#AND NONE OF THEM WANNA DO ANYTHING EVER#W H Y#like they’re cool people fr but 😭#i don’t understandddd why is is so fucking hard to find people who aren’t afraid of literally everything#what the hap is fuckening#a few years ago i had soooo many friends who were down to do whatever whenever#and it’s like that just#died in everyone around me#shit i know times are tough but it’s things like this that actually help make u feel better#i swear they do why can’t just 1 person trust me and take chance and leap & SEE what i’m talking about#😭😭😭😭😭#i’m gonna c r y i just want my friends to love life again#apple babble 🍎#non fandom#also i meant weeks not weeks lmao i don’t expect anyone to do anything in the 1st week omg#i’m not THAT bitch#WEEK****#jfc CAN I TYPE NORMALLY FOR ONCE OMFG#WHY DOES AUTOCORRECT CORRECT INTO GRAMMATICALLY INCORRECT THINGS
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flashing simon your titties in the middle of an argument
it’s the fourth time this week and he’s pretty much getting sick of your attitude.
whether it’s about the messy drawers, forgotten keys, not getting your fresh strawberries from the market and now, it’s about the new female recruit that seems to be enjoying flirting with your boyfriend and him not doing anything about it. of course you’re pissed! you’re allowed to.
“sweetheart” simon huffs out a sigh of annoyance, rubbing his hands all over his tired face. “for the fifth time… i wasn’t flirting with her”
a scoff escape your mouth. cocking one eyebrow while your arms are crossed over your chest. “i didn’t say you were. i said that bitch had her hands all over you and you didn’t do anything! she was batting her fake ass lashes at you too. jesus, her ass should got beat for that”
the sight of you getting pretty heated almost turned him on. almost. sure, you’re hot when you’re angry and usually he’d fuck you dumb to get that out of your system but this time? he’s far too exhausted.
“fuckin’ hell” he shakes his head in disbelief. “you know that’s not what happened. we were just talking.”
“i know what i saw-“
“don’t give me that!” simon exclaims, pointing his finger at you as he watches you give him a look of ‘oh you did not just do that’. “we were basically just talking, she was the new recruit. asking me about pointers.. and it was at the gala! what did you expect me to do?!”
you shrug casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. “poke her eyes with a fork”
“my god-“ he has to cut himself off before releasing a heavy sigh. eyes shutting briefly, head tilts to the back as he silently prays to whoever up there to give him enough strength to deal with you. “that would be illegal.”
“for you, maybe. i’d do it if you weren’t in my way.”
“that’s crazy” he answers, earning a look from you. “i didn’t say you are crazy! christ, woman!”
rolling your eyes, you huff. maybe you are overreacting but the thing is? you don’t want him to win. because in your head, you’re always right.
“so, what? you’re just going to let other female recruits feel you up too, huh? grab your biceps, twirl their hair when they look at you or maybe hey! you’d let them grab your dick too.”
“you’re unbelievable”
“me?! you are—“
“no! okay, you know what?! doll, i love you... i do so please never doubt me, yeah? but you can’t keep doing this, alright?! it’s not healthy! and if you—w-wait, what are you doing? wha-“
you lift your shirt up to flash him your naked breasts so he can shut up. and it worked. obviously. now, his eyes aren’t even looking at you but at his second favorite thing—after you— your lips stretch into a smirk when you see him freeze. jaw hanging open slightly.
“a-and you c-can’t” he gulps, becoming a stuttering mess as he struggles to maintain an eye contact. “c-can’t—like—just—fuck! this is unfair! what was i saying?!”
oh yeah, now you’re taking the W
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did this once with my ex and got fucked lol
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