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arrenjo · 2 months ago

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Summary: Your apartment floods and you do your best to make it on your own, but when Robby finds out he takes matters into his own hands.

Notes: I’m a slut for a one bed trope, whoopsie. These can probably be stand alone but I like having somewhat of a series going. Obviously inspired by Whitaker’s whole living-inside-the-hospital deal. Also omfg I’ve looked at this draft for so long I might die.

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“Shit shit shit!!” You jumped at your alarm from a dead sleep and threw on your scrubs. Resting in this hospital was fucking impossible and you had finally gone to sleep— and subsequently overslept.

You ran a brush through your hair and brushed your teeth in the bathroom in a matter of about a minute before you threw on your shoes, slung your backpack over your shoulder, and raced out the door. Thankfully you only had a couple of flights of stairs to go down.

Your apartment had flooded earlier in the week and everything was a total loss. You had the things you had in your work bag and a bag you kept in your car, and that was it. You weren’t really sure how your apartment complex got away with not offering you another place to stay that wasn’t triple your rent, but you were fucked. You went to Gloria in a desperate time of need and she was kind enough to let you use a spare hospital room for the week and promise her discretion, but you were running out of time to find something else and there were no options.

Dana, Donnie, and the rest of the ED nurses would absolutely have your ass if they knew you refused to ask them for help, but it wasn’t their problem. You ran into the nurses station, out of breath, and got report on your patients. After a bit of running around to play catch up, Dana caught you at your workstation charting.

“Hey kid, you alright?” She asked, placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

“My angel,” you said, taking a sip and giving her a grateful smile. “Yeah, you know how I struggle with being on time for dayshift sometimes. Your girl is not a morning person.” You lied with just a little too much enthusiasm. It was partially true, dayshift really did turn your world upside down. You and mornings did not particularly get along.

“Yeah, uh-huh, okay,” Dana said and rolled her eyes. She patted you on the shoulder and walked away. You’ve got to find a place. Your exhaustion was starting to show and people were starting to notice.

“Hey,” Dana’s voice snapped Robby’s attention to her face as she pulled out a chair and sat down beside him. Oh shit, he thought, whatever Dana was about to talk to him about, she was serious.

“What do you think’s going on with our girl?” She nodded in your direction. Your back was to them, your head in your hands. It was clear that something was up, but Robby hadn’t put his finger on exactly what yet. He had been watching you, observing your every move. The casual touches had stayed casual, but he could feel the increased tension in your body when he first made contact. When the touch lingered for more than a second, he could feel you relax into his touch. He didn’t say anything to you. To tell the truth, he liked it, but he didn’t like that you were so tense to begin with.

“I don’t know,” He muttered, his eyes still on you, looking over the rim of his glasses. He paused for a moment to wonder if he should play it cool or lay his cards on the table for Dana.

“Abbot’s got a big mouth you know. Heard he and Princess had a bet going on and that Princess won.” Dana interrupted his thought process with a knowing smirk. Robby sighed and took his glasses off, reaching to rub the side of his head in the same motion, his eyes searching to find you across the nurses station again. You ran your hands through your hair and got up, starting towards the med room.

“Abbot doesn’t know half of what he thinks he does,” Robby countered, glancing at Dana after the med room door had closed behind you.

“I’m just sayin’, you watch her every move. I’ve seen how you look at her when you think no one’s paying attention.” Dana said with a shrug.

“Dana!” Whitaker appeared out of a room, beckoning the charge nurse to him. He looked bewildered and a little scared, but Robby had come to realize that was his normal facial expression.

“Saved by the bell,” Robby said with a chuckle.

“This conversation isn’t over, but check in with her, will ya?” Dana said, already starting towards Dennis, mentally preparing herself for whatever was behind the curtain that he had just popped out of.

An exhausting twelve and a half hours later, you feel disgusting. You had blood, sweat, and bodily fluids— none of which were yours— what felt like everywhere. After you gave report to the night shift nurse, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and headed for the stairwell. All you wanted was a long, hot shower and the one good thing about the hospital was that the hot water never ran out. You had one more pair of clean scrubs for the week and then you had to figure out what the hell to do about laundry. Your thoughts preoccupied you as you walked, never noticing Robby several paces behind you. He had called your name once, but when you started up the stairs instead of outside, he made the decision to follow you.

You entered the hallway on the 4th floor and ducked into the first room to the left. The hallway was empty except for you, no nurses working upstairs meant that there were no patients and the entire 4th floor was shut down. You pushed the door closed behind you with your foot, leaving the door just slightly ajar. The tunnel vision had really set in on that shower. The small crack between the door and door frame spilled just enough light into the dark hallway for Robby to find where you had gone. He pushed the door open and opted to stand in the doorway, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. It only took him seconds to assess the scene and figure out what was happening. There were half dried out pictures laying on a few surfaces, your duffel bag sat on the chair with a towel draped over the back on the opposite side of the room. You had dropped your backpack just inside the door with your shoes. The cot in the middle of the room looked tiny and uncomfortable, no wonder you were exhausted.

In the bathroom, you had just taken your hair down and were just about to start the water for your shower when you realized you had left your towel draped over the chair in the next room.

“Shit,” You muttered and stepped out of the bathroom, looking down to untie the waistband of your scrubs as you did. The stupid fucking knot wouldn’t come out and-

“Ahem,” Your head snapped up to the sound of someone clearing their throat. Robby stood in the doorway, arms crossed across his chest, leaning cooly on the doorframe. Oh fuck. You pressed your lips into a tight line and closed your eyes for a brief second.

“Robby,” You breathed, opening your eyes to look at him. He was silent as he took you in, his eyes catching for just a split second at your exposed skin. Your cheeks immediately heated and you knew your face was red.

Fuck, how do I explain this?

“My apartment flooded,” You began as you grew uncomfortable in the silence. He had been staring at you for a solid ten seconds, never offering a word. “The only places they offered me were triple my rent and I can’t afford that,” You met his eyes from across the room.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” He asked, taking a step towards you. His hands moved from across his chest to inside the pockets of his hoodie again.

“I’m not your problem,” You said with a snort, shaking your head.

Robby groaned your name and ran a hand through his hair, resting his hand at the back of his neck before he dropped it to his side.

“Let me help you. You tell me that I have to take care of myself, but you have to take care of yourself too.” Robby’s eyes were set, determined.

“Let me spot you the cash and-“

“No, Robby, I can’t-“ You stopped short, feeling the hot tears threatening to spill. The embarrassment made your chest tight.

“Okay no, bad suggestion, I’m sorry,” He immediately apologized. You took a steadying breath, opting to come clean.

“I can’t afford it, and I don’t want to be a burden or a freeloader. It makes me feel weak when I can’t just do everything myself, y’know?,” You told him, avoiding eye contact, desperately trying to regain your composure. The tears were threatening to spill again. Robby gingerly walked towards you and stopped just in front of you. He took your face in his hands and tilted your chin up to him.

“You are not a burden. You could never be a burden. Sometimes you gotta have help.” He said, you felt your muscles relax into his touch.

“I have an apartment,” He started slowly.

“No, Robby. They said it could take months,” You said softly. “I don’t know what I’m going to do but I can’t ask you to do that.” You put your hands on top of his, he searched your eyes for a moment before continuing.

“You’re not asking, I am, please stay with me. I won’t be able to sleep knowing that you’re here, and then both of us will be exhausted and cranky.” He gave you a small smile, his thumb gently stroking your chin. Your cheeks burned at the contact, your gaze dropped to his mouth. It seemed like he was having the same thought, because when your eyes found his again, he was staring at your mouth. His eyes snapped back up to yours, waiting for an answer.

“Why do you care where I sleep?” You asked softly. He grinned and shook his head

“You want to stay with me or not?” He asked rhetorically.

“Okay,” You started “-But just until I figure something else out.” You said. You already had feelings for him and this was about to get a hell of a lot more complicated if you acted on them. You dropped your hands to your sides with a small sigh. His hands lingered on your cheeks for another second, then he ran his hands down either side of your neck and across your shoulders, he stopped at your biceps and gave your arms a reassuring squeeze.

“Come on, we gotta be back early tomorrow.” He said casually, dipping his head to look at you. The trail that his hands had made felt like your skin was on fire, and him using the word ‘We’ made your stomach turn flips. Your eyes widened. He was asking you to come home with him now.

“You mean… tonight?”

“Yeah, you have to sleep, and just looking at you being so exhausted makes me tired.” He feigned a yawn and a stretch that made the corners of your mouth twitch.

“And just how hard have you been looking, Doctor Robinavitch?” You teased, turning back towards the bathroom. He rolled his eyes at you and pulled a box from the closet.

“You coming or not?”

“So impatient,” you shot back, but then quickly started gathering your things. Fuck it, might as well go all in. Robby snorted and started helping you gather your clothes and the few personal belongings you had left into the box. You worked together in silence until Robby picked up the box and slung your bag across his frame. You reached for the box and he shook his head.

“I got it, it’s a little bit of a walk.” He said, you held your hands out for it again, making a ‘gimme’ motion. “I said I got it.” He insisted, pulling the box out of your reach to the other side of him.

Most of your walk with him was quiet, you were deep in thought about how in the hell you were going to live in the same house as this man and not embarrass yourself. Your skin still ached for more of his touch.

“You don’t have to do this,” You said suddenly as he took his keys out to unlock the door to his apartment. He glanced up at you before turning his attention back towards his keys.

“I know.” He said simply and unlocked the door. “But I want to,” he said and held the door open for you. You felt your cheeks flush as he turned on the lights. His apartment was clean and simple, the most decorations he had were books on shelves and a blanket folded on the end of the couch. He had the basics: a couch, TV, a kitchen that looked functional, coffee table. You didn’t get red flag vibes from being here, but you could tell that this was a place that he didn’t spend a ton of time. Robby walked through the apartment and you trailed behind him. You walked past the kitchen and into a hallway, and into what looked like a bedroom. He turned the lights on and you could quickly tell it was Robby’s bedroom.

“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“ you started but he cut you off.

“No, this is where you’re going to sleep. I have other rooms but there’s not another bed.” He placed the box on the bed and reached up to scratch the back of his neck. “Never really had the need for one.” He admitted sheepishly.

“No, Robby I’m not coming into your house and taking your bed,”

“I’m not asking.” He said simply, locking eyes with you. “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He said matter-of-factly, like there was absolutely no question to it.

“Shower is off the bedroom, it’s the only one.” He pointed to the door in the corner of the room. “I changed the sheets on the bed this morning. There are towels in the cabinet, and the laundry room is through there if you need to wash anything.” You nodded, giving up on fighting him about the bed for the moment.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

“You don’t have to ask, make yourself at home, I’ll be in the living room.”

By the time you hopped out of the shower half an hour later, you found Robby sitting on the couch, reading. He had a pillow and blanket folded up beside him. You stopped to take him in, he was sitting with his legs crossed, glasses perched on his nose. He didn’t even make a move when you walked in the room, hair still wet and falling down your shoulders. Robby patted the seat next to him without looking up from his book. You sat down next to him and pulled out your phone, scrolling while nervously chewing on your lip. When you looked back at him, his book was closed on his lap and he was studying your features.

“What’s wrong?” He asked softly. You turned your phone so it was face down on your lap.

“I don’t want to fight with you about the bed, but I don’t want to sleep in your bed, Robby. You’re doing enough by letting me be here.” He chuckled at the response and took his glasses off.

“Here I am thinking that you’re in some emotional distress and you’re upset about sleeping in my bed?”

“Robby,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

God, no. I’m not upset about sleeping in your bed, I’m upset that you won’t be sleeping in your bed with me. You decided that confession would be a little too honest.

“I just don’t want to overstep,” you settled on that response and he gave you a grin.

“I promise it’s fine, couch is comfy.” He shifted back into the couch and spread his arms. One settled behind you and the comfortableness of the gesture made your stomach flip.

“I am going to go shower though,” He said and started to stand. You nodded and pulled out your phone again, but as he turned you looked up from the screen, watching him walk to the bedroom. You let your mind wander for a split second and a heat rushed across your chest and down your abdomen.

A hot shower with Robby was probably the best thought you had had in a while. You lingered in that thought for a moment and then shook your head to clear it, pulling your phone back out and settling into the couch to scroll. You must have been more tired than you realized, because the next thing you felt was warm hands sliding up under your back and your legs and lifting you in the air. You started to scramble and were immediately comforted by Robby’s voice.

“Shh, shh,” He soothed, “I’ve got you.” You felt him making his way towards the bedroom and your heart rate picked up. The way he picked you up with such ease made your stomach flutter.

“Please don’t drop me,” you mumbled with a half hearted giggle into his chest, clinging to his shirt tightly. Robby snorted.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured into your hair. He continued walking down the hallway, carrying you with ease. When you got to the bedroom, he eased you down on the bed, gently laying your head on the pillow. He hovered above you for just a moment and he started to pull away. You shook your head, your mouth just inches from his.

“Don’t go,” You whispered. He stopped in his tracks, his breath warm across your lips. He searched your eyes, lingering for just a second, almost as if he wanted to say something, and you swore you saw him open his mouth.

“Please,” You said softly, you weren’t sure if it was the sleepiness clouding your judgment or the fact that he cared enough to carry you to bed, but you wanted him close more than you ever had.

“Okay,” He said simply, you weren’t sure but you thought you may have heard some relief in his voice. He crawled in the bed beside you and you scooted closer to him. The smell of cedar shampoo made your mouth water, you were desperate for his touch. Both of you knew that you were blurring lines between the two of you, but neither of you seemed to care. He wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you from behind. You settled into him, he buried his face in your hair, his breath on your neck.

“Thank you… for this. For everything,” You said quietly, relaxing further into him.

“I might be a little bit selfish,” He admitted, you could hear the defeat in his tone. “I wanted you here. I mean, here,” he gestured vaguely to the room with the arm that was draped around your waist. “But here too,” he said and wrapped his arm back around your waist, pulling you closer. You smiled and ran your hand down his arm, interlacing your fingers with his.

“I wanted to be here too.”

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iluvbuckets · 1 month ago

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❤︎ paige bueckers x fem!reader ❤︎

summary: you and paige are best friends. one night you come over to hang out, expecting paige to either be on her ipad or sat in front of her tv on the playstation. instead, you find her hiding in the bathroom, overthinking about hateful comments. you try to reassure her–if sticking a hand down her pants counts as reassurance.

warnings: fluffy smut, standing in front of a mirror, praise, dirty talk, whimpering, the tiniest amount of begging, a little teasing, maybe even a little possession, bottom!paige (not sorry about it), mutual pining, lowkey clothed sex, paige is a little whiny, there's not really a height difference

word count: 3.1k

notes: i haven't written on tumblr since 2018 so please be gentle ❤️‍🩹 i've had this draft for a while for a longer story and i was gonna add more but this ending felt right

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going to paige’s apartment after a long day was an everyday routine at this point. it seemed like neither of you could go a day without seeing each other. the very few times you didn’t see each other, she was out of town for an away game or an event, but that usually resulted in a facetime call anyway. paige’s team joked that you were attached at the hip and you would be lucky if you saw one without the other, but you didn’t mind the jokes. you stayed at paige’s so often you should probably contribute to the rent and you attended anything that paige could snag you an invitation too including team dinners.

as usual, you walked down through the living room and hallway to paige’s room, giving jana and allie quick hellos on the way. they were sitting on the couch doing homework, completely unfazed by the way you had just walked into their apartment without knocking, and gave you a hey in return.

when you pushed open the door, you had expected paige to be laying in her bed with her eyes trained on her ipad watching a game, or maybe even with a playstation controller in her hand, but she was nowhere to be found. her bed was slightly messy like she had been laying in it, but it was empty along with her desk chair. the only hint to where she was being the half-open bathroom door that allowed the light to shine into the room.

you hesitantly walked to the ajar door, expecting her to be on the toilet or in the shower. even though you had sat in the bathroom while she showered many times, being around her like that had been feeling different lately. your gaze lingered on her body a bit too long when she wore a tight shirt. your mouth went dry when the skin of her stomach was exposed when she reached above her head. you had always known paige was very attractive, but she was gaining muscle and holding herself with a different type of confidence lately. it was making you question if what you felt for paige was really just platonic.

paige wasn’t in the shower or on the toilet, though. she was leaning against the counter, phone in one hand, gaze fixed on whatever she was reading. as you approached, you noticed that she was chewing on the thumbnail of the unoccupied hand anxiously. her hair was down and slightly damp, dressed in one of your old high school shirts and a pair of aeropostale sweats that she’s probably had for years.

“paige?” you called softly, leaning against the doorframe.

she whipped her head over to you like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been, immediately locking her phone and setting it on the counter behind her. she sniffled, looking away to hide that she had clearly been crying or was about to cry.

“hey,” she greeted you sheepishly, still not meeting your gaze.

“what were you looking at?” you asked.

“nothing.” she chewed on her bottom lip, clearly trying to distract herself so she wouldn’t get emotional again.

you moved forward so you were standing in front of her, closing the door behind you and crossing your arms. “it obviously wasn’t nothing,” you replied in a soft, yet stern, tone. “tell me.”

you had only seen paige like this a handful of times. she was usually put-together, smooth, and confident about everything, even with some things you wish she would drop her guard down for. she tried not to let anything get to her, but today seemed to be an exception.

“okay,” she nodded, still staring at her feet on the ground. you knew something was really bothering her if she was struggling to make eye contact–that has always been something she was great at. “i was reading some comments,” she hesitated, “mean comments. about me.”

“why–” you sighed, slightly disappointed that she was letting some miserable people on the internet get under her skin like that. people who were probably only saying those things because they could never compare to someone as charming, funny, kind, and gorgeous as paige bueckers.

“i didn’t mean to, i swear. i just–” she paused, taking a deep breath. “they’re just saying stuff about how i look like a man and i’m not very feminine or whatever. i don’t know. i usually don’t care, but–” she cut herself off as you stepped forward, cupping her face in your hands, forcing her to look at you.

her eyes were glassy, but luckily, you didn’t see any tear streaks on her cheeks. you caressed her cheeks with your thumbs comfortingly, nonetheless, knowing that she needed the comfort. she leaned into your touch like it grounded her.

“paige,” you started, contemplating if you should say the words that were urging their way to the front of your brain. ultimately, you decided to. “you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen.”

you could feel the heat rise to her cheeks beneath your thumbs as she looked away again.

“no, i’m–”

“paige,” you interrupted her attempt to protest.

paige didn’t reply. her eyes shifted to your lips for just a second before they met your eyes again, but you did your best to ignore it. it was probably an accident–a mistake caused by the proximity. which brought how close you had gotten to your attention. you tried to disguise the way your breath caught in your throat, hoping she didn’t notice. if she did, she didn’t make it obvious.

“you’re just saying that because you have to be nice to me,” she mumbled.

“i don’t have to do anything.” you moved your hands to brush her hair behind her shoulders and tuck it behind her ears, then allowed them to rest on her upper arms. “i’m saying it because i mean it. seriously, i’m not sure there’s anyone more beautiful than you.”

“besides yourself?” she asked boldly, slightly tilting her head with an intense stare into your eyes to gauge your reaction.

you managed to keep yourself pretty steady, though. it wasn’t abnormal for you two to compliment each other anyway, about anything and everything. you were always the first person to tell paige if she looked good and vice versa, but this time it felt different. with your evolving emotions and the way she had glanced at your lips a few moments ago–it felt far more loaded than it had ever been before.

“p, i don’t want these comments to get to your head,” you replied, ignoring her. she probably wanted you to address it to take the intense attention off herself, but you refused. “they will never understand that you are feminine because they have a false sense of what being a woman really is. you’re confident in what you say, strong on and off the court, and you’re not afraid to be vulnerable with your emotions. they don’t like a successful woman, especially one more successful than them.”

“yeah, but–”

“but nothing. don’t argue with me about this,” you said sternly.

she parted her lips like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to reply without it sounding like she was arguing. your gaze was soft as you looked at her, wishing she could see herself through your eyes. this was new for you, though. paige had never really expressed insecurity in herself whether it was her basketball, her looks, her energy–she was always confident and maybe even sometimes a little cocky. she held herself like she was the best person in the room at all times, yet was still so humble when you spoke to her. she was a clip farmer, too, knowing that she was attractive and milking it to get edits from her fans (which you definitely didn’t have a folder of).

“i never look at stuff like that,” she shook her head like she was ridiculous. maybe she was, she knew better than to indulge in those kinds of comments. no matter what she did, she couldn’t please everyone and someone would have something to say.

suddenly, you place your hands on her waist and turn her so that she was facing the mirror. there wasn’t much of a height difference, so you were able to hold eye contact with her over her shoulder. she kept her eyes trained on you, trying to figure out what you were doing.

“look at you, paige. they’re just jealous they can’t have you,” you say playfully with a small smile then quickly add, “anyone would be lucky to have a girl like you.”

“anyone?” paige asks with a raised eyebrow. she is obviously baiting, and you debate whether or not you should give her the answer she’s searching for. you’re usually one to beat around the bush and make people say what they want, for sure.

“anyone.”

your eyes stared into hers, hoping she could feel the intent behind your words. she swallowed like she was nervous, or maybe like she was trying to read the situation, you couldn’t really tell. you had never really seen paige nervous, and definitely not because of you. you hate to admit it, but the more nervous she seemed, the more your confidence grew. it definitely helped that someone so sure of themselves lost the confident exterior because of your doing.

her eyes flickered to her own reflection, lips parting in hesitation like she was working up the courage, then darted back to you, “even you?”

you slid your hands from her waist to her hips, using them as leverage to pull your bodies together. this caused a quiet gasp to leave her lips as your front pressed against your back. you hooked your chin on her shoulder like you were just trying to give her a hug, like you always do. your hands moved under paige’s shirt, tracing over the bare skin of her abs with your fingertips.

your thoughts were running wild, thinking about how easy it would be to dip your hands into her pants and feel her–to touch her like all the times you had imagined when you were alone in your bed late at night. wetness pooled in your underwear as your hands became dangerously close to the waistband of her pants, then close to the bottom of her tits. you continued tracing her skin like it was an innocent mistake, still not answering her question.

paige’s pulse was racing so fast you could feel it, her skin warm beneath your fingertips. you didn’t even realize you had shifted your gaze to watch your hands until you looked back her face to see her staring at you with an intensity you had never seen. it was expectant, maybe even a little lustful, but you couldn’t tell. she had never looked at you like that before.

you smiled, loving the control you had over her right now. you moved your head so your lips were pressed against the shell of her ear, pressing the tips of your fingers under the waistband of her sweatpants. “especially me,” you whispered.

it was so soft paige wasn’t even sure if she actually heard that or if she was imagining it, and the placement of your hands wasn’t helping. her head was swirling with a combination of her feelings that she had been suppressing for you and a need for you to touch her–to make her feel good, to prove something. the contrast of your cold fingers against her warm skin didn’t help either. she knew that your statement could mean nothing, it could be friendly, but the way your hands were on her told a different story.

she swallowed nervously again, feeling like she was dreaming in this moment. this was a complete shift from this morning when you two were eating breakfast in the kitchen at the gym with paige’s teammates. technically, you weren’t supposed to be there as a non-athlete, but no one ever said anything to you as long as you were with paige. she had been stealing glances at you with a fond smile that morning while you joked around with the team, not really having conversations with paige.

which was fine because it gave her the opportunity to admire you.

the way you spoke. the way you laughed and the way your eyes crinkled as you snorted. the way you were able to keep banter going so smoothly. the way you were able to insert yourself into her life so easily like you had always known each other–like you were the piece of her that she had been missing until the day you met. she would never get over how damn easy it is to love you.

without even thinking about the repercussions, she blurted out, “you already have me.”

butterflies erupt in your stomach at her words, and a smirk rose to your lips. you take it as a green light to press a kiss to the shell of her ear, then behind it, then trail down her neck. your hand moves up under her shirt to move the collar to the side so you can kiss her shoulder, and paige whines when your palm lightly grazes her nipple. you kiss down to her shoulder with light, closed-mouth kisses, but they quickly turn into slow, open-mouthed ones as you go back up to her neck. she breathes out of her nose at the feeling, craning her neck to the side to give you a better angle.

“yeah?” you say, but it comes out as more of a moan unintentionally. you let go of her shirt collar, slowly moving your hand back down her body. your fingers slowly trace back and forth under her sweatpants, over the waistband of her underwear. her abdomen flexes at the contact. you ached to dip your hand, but as much as you wanted that, you wanted to tease her more because paige wasn’t a very patient person.

“yes,” she breathes out. “all yours.”

you bite back a moan. she wasn’t even touching you, but you always had a thing for possession. this was the girl that you had been silently pining over, waiting to hear her say those words for so long. and finally hearing her say them felt like christmas day as a kid when you got the gift you had been begging for all year, the one your parents had been saying they weren’t sure if you were going to get it.

without hesitating, you move one of your hands down lower, carefully tracing her over her underwear. you could feel her warmth–the way her clit pulsed and the wet spot growing near her entrance. paige moaned quietly, her eyes closing and head falling to the side to rest against yours at the feeling. after that, you didn’t waste any time pushing her underwear to the side and circling two fingers on her clit. she gasped, hips bucking into your hand without permission–like she had been waiting for this for forever.

“you like when i touch you like this?” you asked, allowing your fingers to increase their speed. she only moaned in response. “paige,” you say her name, trying to get her to respond. again, she doesn’t verbally respond, but she does nod her head. “tell me.”

“yes,” she moans. “been waiting so long.”

as a reward for finally answering, you dip your fingers further and waste no time before pushing them inside her. she was soaking, so it wasn’t difficult at all. you pumped them out shallowly a few times before shoving them deep, curling your fingers. her head fell forward, so you quickly removed your unoccupied hand from her sweats. you grasped at the hair on the back of her head, pulling back to force her to look forward. she opens her eyes in surprise, clearly not expecting that, your fingers working relentlessly inside her to bring her to the edge.

“look at how pretty you are getting fucked by my fingers,” you start, pressing your lips to her ear again and used your thumb to circle her clit. “my pretty girl.”

she whimpered. you couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up into her at the unexpected sound. her hands scramble for purchase, one grabbing your arm and the other flying up to grab a fistful of your hair on the back of your head.

“just for you. all for you, no one else,” she replied mindlessly.

“all mine,” you agreed.

with all the years you had known paige, you would have never guessed this was the way it would be playing out. you figured with the way she normally carries herself, she would be a cocky dominant top. yet here she is, putty in your arms, taking your fingers and whining, moaning, whimpering. it made you want more and had your mind swirling with all kinds of things you could do to her. the things you could make her say, make her do.

“feels s’good,” she moaned, her thighs clenching as she felt the release building in her stomach. she was almost embarrassed at how fast it was approaching, but the overwhelming sensation of your fingers inside her and your thumb circling your clit was almost too much. maybe it was the feeling or maybe it was the person making her feel like this, or both. she even doesn’t know the last time she was touched like this, or if she ever really was. not only that, but how easily she was able to fall into submission. she had never been in this role before, but she had also never been so turned on in her life. “just like that, fuck, don’t stop!”

you had the urge to pull away, to deny her, make her beg for it, but the way her mouth dropped open, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her hips bucked forward made you think twice. you kept going as she wished, watching her in the mirror as she cried out and came undone on your fingers. you slowed your pace and untangled the hand that was in her hair, but kept moving to work her through it.

“that’s it, you’re so good for me, baby. look so good while you come for me like that,” you spoke softly into her ear, talking her through her orgasm.

you placed a soft kiss to her cheek as you pulled your fingers out, causing her to wince from the sudden emptiness. she immediately turned to face you, an unreadable expression on her face that made a sudden nervousness wash over you.

“paige–” you begin to say, but she cuts you off by grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you in for a kiss. you make a strangled noise of surprise, but quickly recover and place your hands on either side of her face. she drops her grip on your shirt so she can grab your hips, gripping them like you might float away.

“that was crazy,” she mumbled against your lips. you couldn’t help but laugh.

#paige bueckers x reader #wlw smut #wcbb x reader #paige bueckers fic #sub!paige bueckers x reader

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dinogoofymutated · 11 months ago

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Hi. Could you please write some Gambit fluff headcannons? The Gambit Nation is struggling right now and we could all really use some fluffiness from the man himself.

Btw I'm absolutely OBSESSED with your writing. Like, seriously amazing.

Gambit/GN!Reader

I Know you sent this in forever ago after that one godforsaken episode of 97' and I'm so sorry I'm just now getting to it!!! It's been sitting in my drafts for forever and I've just been struggling to come up with fluff hcs! TBH, It started as general fluff and not a whole ass storyline and eventually i just got too far deep to stop! This isn't even as fluffy as I was quite expecting, but once i started writing it just came out and atp I couldn't stop. It's been a rough night, but this really just turned Into being Remy's comfort person HCs.

TWs: rocky family life mentioned. Sneaking out, underage drinking, so on. Smooth timeskip to adulthood. very much fluffy with a lil bit of somber tones. Not enough to be angst tho.

Think about being Teens with Remy Lebeau. The late nights, sneaking out, ranting to each other in the streets and alleyways of New Orleans.

Getting into fights with your parents/guardians or siblings and wanting nothing more than to just shrivel up and disappear. Curling up underneath your blankets with a pillow wrapped around your ears trying to just block out all of the bad thoughts when you keep hearing a persistent Tap, Tap, Tap. And then a much more obvious pop! Against your window.

You know who it is before you even unwrap yourself from the comfort of your bed, opening your window with a lot less energy than you usually have. You're tired and sad, but the face of that Cajun boy your parents don't like always makes you smile.

The red-eyed teen's smirk falls when he sees the rough state you're in, right before ducking back behind the trashcan when a light turns on in your parent's bedroom. Eventually, it turns back off again, and by the time he's back on the sidewalk you're ready to go. He helps you out of the window much more gentlemanly than a thief and a scoundrel probably should, but he's nothing if not a sweetheart. (And a loverboy, but you wouldn't realise it then.)

"Ah, hell wit' them. S'not like they worth your time anyway." Remy's got an arm wrapped around your shoulders, a beer in hand as the two of you lean against the wall of a particular mausoleum. -Course, you had offered whatever ghosts has resided there the first sip as a courtesy, so you're definitely not cursed, right? Not that Remy was even worried about that, but he puts up with your superstitions to comfort you.

"Don't say that, please." You whisper, rubbing your tired eyes. He frowns, knowing that he wouldn't know the first ting about how "normal" families work, but he doesn't quite get why you worry about what they think so much.

"I don't get why you stay, Cher. Not when they treat you like this." You can feel the rumble of Remy's voice through his chest, and find yourself tucking yourself closer into his side. He sets his head on top of yours when you do so.

"What other choice do I have? They're my parents." You whisper, fidgeting with some strings at the hem of your sweatshirt. In hindsight, maybe wearing pajamas to a graveyard wasn't the best choice. You hear Remy chuckle after a moment as a thought crosses his mind, and he swirls the bottle slowly, a few times, before he hands it to you.

"Well..." He starts, giving the words a moment to rest. "There is one option..." You take the bottle from him, cocking a eye as you sit up a little bit to look at him.

"And what's that?"

"Run away wit' me."

He's smirking when he suggests it, a playfulness in his eyes. If only you knew just how serious he was.

"Remy LeBeau!" You scold, unable to fight back your smile as he chuckles at you.

"What? S'not a bad idea, no? No thieves guild, no drama, Jus' you an me." He laughs when you give him an incredulous look and take a dramatic sip from the beer, only to make a face at the taste directly afterwards. Damn, was it rancid.

"Don't get me dreaming, Remy." You mumble. There's only a little bit left it the bottle, and you decide it's better suited for the graveyard. Remy complains about it, trying to fight you for the rest of the beer. The two of you are a couple of idiots to be laughing this loud in a place like this, and even bigger ones to start play-fighting, but neither of you really mind.

You were each other's safe space. The one person the other could run to as the world falls apart around them. Life as a teen was never easy, especially not when you're mutants- but at least you had each other. But as his life was being consumed with the thieves guild, and the prophesy that came with it, you saw less and less of Remy as the years went by.

When you did meet again, it was under the roof of one Professor Xavier. The others were nervous and distrustful about this ex-con entering the team, but you never doubted him for a second. Your person was finally right where you needed him once again. Your Remy. And as smooth as he is around the team, you knew it was a wall, almost an act. Something to befriend the others- but you knew Remy, and you were grateful that after all the years that had passed, he still came to you when he needed you the most.

"Long day?" You ask. Remy hums in response, plopping down onto the bed next to you. You set your book to the side when he rests his head in your lap, soothingly running your hands through his hair as he sighs in content.

"You know it, ma chérie." Remy says in your lap. You can't help but blush at the name still, despite how many years he's spent calling you by the words. Remy's eyes are closed beneath you, giving you the freedom to fully take in the features of his handsome face whilst keeping him unawares. His stubble is growing in, and he's got a few new freckles and scars from your years seperated, but he's still the same wild, reckless kid you fell in love with as a teen. He hums as you brush your thumbs across his cheekbones, catching your hand and pressing it to his lips, leaving a kiss there. He then kisses your inner wrist before holding your hand to his face.

You still don't really know what to say when he does things like that.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask after a moment.

" 'Course, Cher."

"Would you still wanna run away with me?" When the last words leave your mouth, you can feel Remy frown. His eyes open about halfway, your hand still in his hold as he presses it to his face.

"What brought this on?" He asks, and you only shrug, looking away from him as your thumb idly strokes his face.

"I dunno. I was just thinking about it." His skin on your own is starting to feel too warm, your nerves becoming unignorable. Remy cocks an eyebrow at you, before he smiles. Not a smirk, a real, genuine, smile. He takes your chin in his hand, and moves your head so that you're looking at him again.

"If you needed me to run away with you, Belle, I'd do so without looking back." His words make you smile brightly, holding onto the wrist of the hand that holds your chin. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead, but Remy moves. He sits up just slightly, and before you know it, Remy Lebeau's lips are pressed against yours in a sweet kiss.

Remy chuckles at the surprised face you're making when he pulls back, sitting up a little further so that he can press his forehead to your own, leaning into your space.

"You' always known me to be an opportunist, Cher. Can't help but steal a kiss here an there." Remy says, and your laugh is partly from disbelief, surprise, and outright giddy joy.

"Please tell me you haven't been waiting to say that since we were kids." You ask. Remy smiles brightly in return.

"My poker face 'not good enough for you, huh, ma chérie?."

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demie90s · 25 days ago

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𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐃 𝐔𝐏 & 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ DIANA TAURASI X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

2/? Part 1 Part 3 Part 5

MASTERLIST

⭑ pairing: Diana Taurasi x fem!rookie!reader

⭑ summary: Rookie of the Year, team favorite, and everybody’s newest obsession—you can’t keep your mouth shut during a live interview. Diana Taurasi’s sitting right next to you, and your talent for getting under her skin is almost as good as your game.

⭑ genre: humor, flirtation, slow-burn tension, public chaos

⭑ warnings: light language, suggestive flirting, press/fan reaction

⭑ word count: ~0.8k

The lights hit, the cameras roll, and the crowd’s already screaming before you touch the mic.

You flash a smile. The one that’s been on ESPN since draft night. The one that had people tweeting “that rookie’s got something dangerous in her eyes.” Rookie of the Year. A walking headline. And today? You’re mic’d up next to the Diana Taurasi.

She leans back like she doesn’t care. Like she hasn’t noticed you’ve been sitting with one leg over the other, relaxed and shining, making it your mission since preseason to get a reaction out of her.

You adjust the mic. “Thanks for having us. I was told I had to be professional, so I left the crop top at home.”

The audience laughs. You glance over.

Diana doesn’t blink.

“Probably for the best,” she mutters, straight-faced.

You grin, unbothered. “You say that, but I’ve seen how you look at me in practice. Don’t play.”

The team—seated in the front row like this is reality TV—loses it. Sophie slaps her knee. Skylar covers her mouth. Brianna pretends to be shocked for the camera.

Diana sighs. “Here we go.”

“C’mon,” you shrug. “I’m Rookie of the Year. Let me be annoying. It’s in my contract.”

“You’re doing great at it.”

The moderator, God bless her, tries to regain control. “So! How’s the dynamic been, with such a strong rookie presence on the team this year?”

“Strong is a word,” Diana says flatly.

You lean into the mic again. “Obsessed is another.”

“She’s been flirting with me since training camp,” Diana says, dry as desert air.

“And yet you never file a complaint,” you fire back, smirking.

“HR said no,” Sophie yells from the crowd.

Everyone’s dying. Twitter is probably already clipping it. You can see the phones held up. You’re trending again, and it’s not even noon.

“I just think she’s fine,” you say, waving your hand like you’re stating the weather. “It’s not my fault I got good taste and no filter.”

Diana finally looks at you—really looks. Her mouth tight, fighting a smile. “You should focus more on film and less on flirting.”

“I’m a multitasker, mama.”

“Oh my God,” Skylar groans behind her. “She called her mama.”

Diana rubs her temples.

You sit back, pleased. You’re killing it, as usual. The league loves you, the fans adore you, and your favorite hobby is cracking through the ice wall that is Diana Taurasi’s tolerance.

The moderator asks another question—something about your first season, about pressure, about your historic run—but you only half-hear it. Your eyes stay locked on the way Diana finally, finally cracks the smallest smile.

You live for that smile.

You answer clean, smooth, charismatic as hell. “Pressure makes diamonds. Or whatever Rihanna said.”

“Didn’t know she coached now,” Diana says.

“She could,” you shrug. “You’d listen if she did.”

“So would you,” she says, then instantly regrets it.

The room explodes.

You turn, all teeth. “So you admit I’m your type.”

She lifts her mic. “I admit nothing.”

The crowd is loud. The team is crying. And somewhere deep down—even if she’ll never admit it—you know you’ve cracked her just a little.

MASTERLIST

#diana taurasi x reader #wnba x oc #wnba #wnba x reader #wbb imagine #wbb x reader #phoenix mercury #uconn wbb #Gxg #diana taurasi #i am gay

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jaeyunluvbot · 4 months ago

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i love you, i'm sorry

this is part one to my series emails i can’t send

note .ᐟ ermmmm so this one is actually based on my kind-of-situationship with my ex bsf and it actually hurt so bad to write so i hope yall enjoy :p

Subject: (no subject) To: (unsent)

Dear Heeseung,

This is so stupid. I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Maybe because I know I can’t say it out loud, not to you. I like this. Whatever this is. It’s fun, it’s easy, and I don’t have to overthink it when I’m with you. But sometimes, I catch myself wishing it were more. And then I remind myself that it’s not. I know we made rules and we both agreed, but I can’t help wanting more. I can’t be the only one feeling this. When you look at me like that, when you stay just a little longer than you should, when you text me first for no reason at all, I wonder if you ever think about it too.

Anyways, I’ll probably never send this, but it feels good to get my feelings out.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 2:13 AM)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Subject: It’s fine

To: (unsent)

Heeseung,

You didn’t even hesitate. I know we’re not actually together but how could you be so sure in your words? That girl, that gorgeous girl who’s probably a way better fit for you than me, asked if you were seeing anyone and you said no so quickly. Right in front of me too, you didn’t even hesitate. You even laughed, I know it wasn’t personal, but is the idea of us being together so laughable to you? I guess it’s true that you’re not seeing anyone, that you’re not mine. Maybe you never were, but for some reason, I convinced myself we had something real. Maybe you were just afraid to acknowledge it, or maybe you just weren’t ready for something like that. I know now that I was wrong, so why does it feel like I lost something? Anyways, I don’t know what else to say, my feelings are immeasurable and somehow simple at the same time. I know I’m foolish but I’ll always be yours, even if you don’t want me.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 11:48 PM)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Subject: I don’t know what I was expecting To: (unsent)

Today I asked you if this meant anything to you. You looked at me like I had just said something awful, and I knew at that moment, I had ruined everything. You said it wasn’t supposed to be serious and that we both agreed there would be no feelings involved, but I still fell for you. I suppose it couldn’t be helped. For a moment there, a perfect moment, I thought maybe you’d smile, and tell me you loved me too, that it was ok that I’d fallen for you because you’d fallen for me too. That was stupid of me, I know that now, but at that moment I really thought that all our late night conversations meant something to you. I wish I could hate you, or put you out of my mind, I wish I regretted it. But the worst part is, I don’t. I love you, and I think I’ll always love you, even if you never speak to me again. This is getting really depressing so I’ll leave it here, I just wish I could say this to your face.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 3:27 AM)

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Subject: (no subject) To: (unsent)

It’s been weeks since we’ve talked. I don’t even know why I still write these. Maybe because if I don’t, I’ll say it out loud. And if I say it out loud, it’ll be real. It’ll ruin everything more than I already have. I miss you. I don’t miss the way we ended, or the way you left. But the way you laughed at your own jokes before even finishing them. The way you always sent me songs in the middle of the night. The way you lingered, even when you didn’t have to. I know you don’t miss me, I saw you with that girl yesterday. I know you’ve moved on. But a small part of me hopes you’ll hear a song that reminds you of me and remember that I exist, and that I love you. I would’ve given you all of me, and I like to think, with some time, you could’ve done the same for me. I won’t send this because I know you won’t reply. But I hope, somewhere deep down, you miss me too.

Yours,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 1:04 AM)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Subject: I should stop writing these To: (unsent)

It’s been six months. Not that I’m counting or anything. I moved into a new apartment last week. It’s small, but it has these huge windows that let in so much sunlight. You would’ve liked it. Or maybe you wouldn’t have. I don’t really know anymore. I feel like maybe I never knew you. I got a job too. It’s nothing special, but it keeps me busy. That helps. I don’t think about you every day now. Only sometimes. Like when I pass by that convenience store we always went to at 2 AM. Or when someone laughs the way you used to. Or when I hear that one stupid song you kept putting on repeat. It’s funny, we weren’t even together and yet I still feel like maybe I once had a part of you like you had a part of me. I should move on, I think I’m moving on, but sometimes it still hurts. It hurts like it did when you were still here, when we’d spend all night talking and you’d leave in the morning. It’s weird though, the pain is comforting in a way, like a reminder that it was real, that you actually existed in my life. But it’s better now. I’m better now.

Love,

Y/N

(Draft saved at 10:22 PM)

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Subject: No, but seriously, I should stop To: (unsent)

I ran into Sunghoon today. He asked me how I was doing, and I lied. I told him I was great, just busy and tired from work. He gave me this look, like he knew. We didn’t talk about you. But I could feel it there, hanging between us. You must’ve told them what happened. Or maybe you didn’t say anything at all, and that’s why it feels so much worse. I hate that I’m a stranger to you, someone you kept secret, when all I wanted to do was be with you, to show you that we could work, even if you were scared. I wish I never met you. I wish I didn’t give you the power to hurt me like this. It’s even worse because I know you aren’t doing it on purpose, I know you’re a good person, and that we just weren’t meant to be, but still, I wish I’d never let you in. I don’t know. Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe I should stop writing these.

(Draft saved at 12:37 AM)

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Subject: I think I’m finally okay.

To: Heeseung.

I don’t know why I’m still writing these. I think it’s just a habit now. It’s weird, when I think about us, it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. It’s like looking at an old photograph, you remember the moment, but it doesn’t feel like you’re living in it anymore. Like some kind of fucked up coping mechanism. The fact that you’ll never see these also helps, I can be honest and say everything I’m feeling, everything I could never tell you, or anyone, for that matter. Anyways, I finally started dating again, and I don’t compare everyone to you. I think that means I’m okay. Or at least, I’m getting there. This will probably be my last time writing one of these, since my therapist told me they weren’t doing me any good, and that I should try to completely stop thinking about you. So I guess this is goodbye, even though you won’t see this, I hope you’re doing well.

Love,

Y/N

(Sent at 1:58 AM)

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

Subject: I don’t know what to say From: Heeseung

Y/N,

I don’t know if you meant to send that. But thank you. I think I’ve read it a hundred times already. I keep wondering if you wrote it in a moment of weakness or if you’ve been holding onto those words for a while. Either way, I don’t think I deserve them. I don’t think I deserve to know how you’re doing. But I’ve wanted to ask for so long. I wish I could say I’ve been okay too. That I’ve moved on the way you have. But the truth is, I still find you in the smallest things. The songs I skip on my playlist because they don’t sound the same without you humming along. The space in my bed that’s too big now, even though you were never supposed to stay the night. The way I feel when I catch a glimpse of a girl who looks like you in public. I’ve told myself a thousand times that we weren’t meant to last. That what we had was temporary, built on borrowed time, that we were never serious, never real. But it never felt temporary to me. Not really. I guess I was scared, scared to let you in, and scared to get hurt. I thought that if I never let you get too close, it wouldn’t hurt as much when we inevitably fell apart. I was wrong. I should’ve let you in, I should’ve shared myself with you like you did with me. I regret it everyday. I should’ve reached out and said something, or I should’ve just been honest from the start. But it’s too late now, you’ve moved on, and I guess I have to as well. I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Maybe I just miss you. Maybe I always have. Take care of yourself, okay? I hope you find happiness in someone who’s not afraid to love you openly.

Yours,

Heeseung

(Sent at 8:21 AM)

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mydarlingclaudia · 7 months ago

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every word I meant to say

note : ermmmm hi. don't ask where I went for like almost a month work is eating me alive and I was sad. this was inspired by that the unsent project thing andddd idk if I really like this it's def ooc but I was thinking about it again today and this has been in my drafts since September so I figured why not

wc : 2.1k

tags : @luvrgreyy @clitorphosis @sonya-semyonova

desc : letters that went unsent. kind of unrequited love, angst (???), more Leon focused, re2r!Leon - DI!Leon, fem!reader, ooc, not proofread

"I meant to write sooner, I really did. I know it's been a year, my life is so different now, I don't think you'd even believe me if I tried to explain it. I hope you're doing better than I am, I'm happy you weren't able to move to the city with me."

Leon hasn't written a letter since, what, his first few years in the academy? Maybe the end of his senior year of high school? He can't really remember, but he knows that this letter is important because it's to you, his friend he hasn't seen since the night he left for Raccoon City. This isn't even an actual letter, he's scribbling out what he thinks might be good excuses as to why he hasn't talked to you in a year on the back of pieces of scrap paper he took from the office.

He's supposed to be asleep right now, same as everyone else in boot camp, but it's been a year since Raccoon City and he's wondering if you ever tried to reach him. Maybe you tried to go to Raccoon City to look for him, only to see the pile of rubble that stood in its place, sectioned off by the government. Maybe you thought he was dead, he wouldn't blame you.

You and Leon had stuck together all throughout high school, even managed to stay friends when he went off to the police academy and you moved a few hours away for college. He doesn't even know if your address is still the same, he really hopes it is, there's no phone-books in boot camp if he wanted to try and call you, you're supposed to have your loved ones numbers memorized.

The last time Leon saw you was the night before he was supposed to move to the city, before he got a letter in the mail the next morning telling him not to come in, he really wishes he had listened. You were so happy for him, starting out as a city cop was a big deal and he had worked so hard to get there, you and a few friends had thrown him a going-away-party, telling him not to forget you once he got to the city. Leon couldn't forget you if he tried.

You had talked about moving to the city with him for a short period of time, it was really just ramblings the two of you kept bringing up. "Oh, when we live in the city..." "I can come visit you at work..." "I'll handle dinner, you'll handle cleaning..." Nothing ever really came of those ideas, but it gave him a warm feeling in his stomach knowing you wanted to come to the city with him.

He hopes you’ve been well, that life has been kinder to you than it has to him. Leon hopes you got that job you were gushing about the last time he saw you, he hopes you still think of him on his birthday because he thinks of you often.

He shouldn’t have gone to Raccoon City, he should’ve stayed home the day he left and instead stopped by your house to bother you about going to see a movie. Or he should have taken you to lunch, anything would’ve been better than walking into a city that was beyond saving.

"I’m not really sure what I’m saying, but I know I miss you. How have you been? I hope I’m able to come and visit soon, everything’s been moving so fast, but I’ll figure something out. Maybe we can get dinner, or something. Whatever you want, I’ll pay for it, don’t worry."

Leon's hands shake a tiny bit when he thinks of you, it's that school boy nervousness that movies portray whenever there's a boy with a crush on a girl who he knows is probably too out of his league. You were friends, at least.

"You're done with school now, right?" He knows you are. "I wish I was there for the graduation ceremony, I know your parents are proud. Do you remember my graduation party? Someone spiked the punch and we both ended up passed out in the bathtub at your house, you looked really pretty that night. I hope your graduation was better than mine. This would probably have been better as a phone call, but I don't know, you said letters were always more thoughtful.

– Leon"

–

That letter never got sent. Every letter needs an envelope, Leon just never got around to finding one, but he kept that scrap piece of paper tucked inside his pillowcase on the odd chance that he got his hands on one. He had stricter rules to follow than the other recruits, being legally dead and all.

But even after he got out of boot camp, he kept the letter. It's hidden away in some drawer in his house, he's not sure where, though.

He didn't make it into the army, he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but being in the position he was in now wasn't much better. He's stronger now, hardened, more mature.

Leon's written a few more letters to you over the years, ones that still never got sent because he either deemed them unworthy or because he became unsure of himself halfway through writing it. But he hasn't thrown any of them away, he'll send them one day, he swears it.

Leon's not using you as a way of journaling, either, even though he should find some way to actually write down his thoughts to get them out of his head. What he writes to you is mostly memories, telling you that his life keeps changing and that he misses you. He knows you're different by now, too. You're both grown, no longer in high school, no longer in college or the academy. If he could turn back time, go anywhere other than Raccoon City, he would. He thinks that's selfish of him, him not being there would've left Claire and Sherry in that city, but how would he have even known?

"Me again, hope you're doing better than I am." Leon's way with words gets worse and worse by the week, not that he cares. "I met someone who kind of reminded me of you, she's a sweetheart, like you. You'd probably become fast friends if you were ever able to meet."

Leon's not allowed to tell you about his mission in Spain, or about the president's daughter. President Graham is putting more body-guards in place for his daughter once she steps foot in D.C. again, Leon's sure the president considered appointing Leon as one of them at some point since breaking the news that she was going to be coming back home safely.

Leon should stop thinking about you so much, it's not like you were his only friend in the world, you've probably forgotten him, anyway.

"My life is still different, but yours probably is, too. This probably sounds stupid, but I miss being in high school. You probably don't, your mom was up your ass all the time and you worked yourself to the bone. Has that changed at all?

I remember that one year I went to Thanksgiving at your house, your uncles were all drunk and your cousins kept trying to get me to come sit with them, your grandpa was trying to get me interested in football. I haven't had a holiday like that since then, your family was always really nice to me."

He's not sure what to say anymore, these letters always just end up dragging out, but Leon has a lot of memories and he hopes you think of them as often as he does.

"I'm sorry I haven't visited. It's harder for me to get time off of work these days, even though I could really fucking use it. I promise one day I'll come back, it's just not going to be for a little while. Just don't do anything dumb.

– Leon"

–

Those letters he's been writing you have piled up in the drawer of his nightstand.

He's definitely sure that your address has changed by now, you're probably not even in the same state anymore. He could always try to find you on Facebook, explain everything that's been building up over the years in a simple text, but there's still rules he's supposed to follow even in his personal life.

Leon didn't stop writing, though. The letters did eventually get shorter, he's not sure if you like the same things anymore or if you'd even be interested.

He writes now mostly about how different his life would be if he was with you, if he had just asked you out in high school or kissed you the night he was supposed to leave for Raccoon City. It almost feels real to him when he goes to sleep, but that might just be the alcohol numbing his brain, not the dream of you sleeping next to him or the feeling of your breath on the back of his neck, not even the little pitter-patter off tiny footsteps coming from down the hallway.

It does make him feel a bit pathetic, dreaming of a life with someone he hadn't talked to in years. Leon can't help but think of you, he always thought you were pretty, and the past always lives in the back of his mind, but it comes alive late at night.

You're an entirely different person by now, someone who he hasn't had the opportunity to meet yet. You're probably married, maybe you even have a few kids running around, Leon's jealous of that. That could've been him, but it's not. But he's not even sure if you'd recognize each other if you passed by on the street, so is it even worth it to dwell on all the maybe's?

"I'm not sure I'll get to visit you for a while, not without a lucky fucking twist of fate, anyway."

All these letters are starting to sound the same, but Leon clings onto the thought of someday sending them to whatever corner of the country you were hiding in and hoping that there's still room in your life for a stranger.

"Do you still want me over for dinner? You don't know what I'd give to just eat a shitty meal with you right now."

You don't know what he'd give to do anything with you, really. He knows that there's a lifetime worth of things he's missed out on and that maybe every once in a while you think about him in the same way he thinks about you.

"I don't know how to ask this, but are you married? I know you'd look stunning in a wedding dress." You probably are, you're a catch, who wouldn't want to put a ring on your finger? Your husband's probably a better man than he is, too. One who hasn't had years worth of trauma jammed into his brain with the proof of it marked across his body, your husband probably takes you out on a date every week, maybe even surprises you with breakfast in bed and kisses the nape of your neck to gross out your kids. "I really hope you're happy, in my head you are.

I wanted that to be us, I never told you, but I was a chicken-shit kid and didn't know how to say it. You show up in my dreams sometimes, you deserve nothing but the best. I meant to get back in touch with you forever ago, but I think it's probably too late.

– Leon"

–

Two years after his last letter and Leon's still thinking of you, seventeen years after Raccoon City and the image of you sitting across from him for the last time still loops in his mind. He doesn't really remember your voice but he knows that you thought handwritten letters were romantic, and he still reads over the ones he meant to send to you but kept avoiding.

He's done with the letters, hasn't written one in a long time. But he just got back from California and your old favorite song is playing on the radio, and he's remembering how in love he is with your memory.

"I don't know what I'm doing. I'm too old for this and I'm sure you'd tease me if we had somehow kept in touch. I don't blame you if you thought I died in Raccoon City, I hope you're still alive and that life is good to you.

You were always important to me, I think you've given me something to cling to over the years. This letter won't find you and I'm not even really sure if I want it to, but I hope you'd still call me if you were able to. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen, but I'm happy you never got to see them.

Love, Leon

p.s. I'd say I love you but it feels like something you'd say in person"

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svt-charlotte · 15 days ago

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⋆˙⟡ I’M NOT SCARED OF LOVE

TIMELINE : 2017

SYNOPSIS : Charlotte believes that she’s “scared of love”, but is she really? Maybe she’s feeling a bit in denial, a strong emotion Charlotte will have to overcome to realize her true feelings for Joshua.

WARNINGS/TAGS : ANGST, tension, somewhat desperate!shua, lottie is lowkey unsure of what she wants, very dramatic confession scene, he falls first and harder ( I mean they both fall hard ), drunken confessions

📝 : first writing being released on this account so I hope you guys enjoy! I will be posting an instagram post from Charlotte that will correlate to this writing so do stay tuned for that! PLEASE send in requests of things you would like me to post! although I already have many ideas in my drafts, I’d like to hear your guys’ opinions on what I should write!

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It started with the glances─ the glances at Charlotte that Joshua thought were discreet. Deep down Joshua knew that he was being anything but.

He couldn’t help it though, Joshua was in love with her. And he’d known since the moment he’d first made eye contact with Charlotte.

He was smitten by her, I mean who wasn’t? How could he not be when she stared at him with those eyes, and smiled at him with that smile─ it’s impossible really.

Oh, and Joshua had made it known that he was in love with Han Chaerin. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. Joshua held the door for her, bought her favorite snacks, and even hugged her when she was sad. He was sure that everyone on planet Earth knew it.

Everyone except Charlotte herself.

Or maybe it was the denial kicking in. Chaerin refused to come to the realization that she was just as in love with Joshua as he was with her even though deep down she knew that she had fallen for him.

It was the small minuscule things that Charlotte loved, like when he held the door open for her, or when he bought her snacks because she was on her period, or his warm and comforting hugs that he’d only give her. But Joshua was ever so the gentleman so there was no point in thinking that he had any interest in her when he probably did those gestures like they were habits. He had just seen her as a close friend or maybe even his coworker.

Charlotte had planned to keep the “unknown” feelings she felt to herself. And all had gone according to plan… until tonight.

Today had been one out of not many of the days where the members were able to do whatever they desired to do. Per usual, Charlotte and Joshua spent their evening together.

They had went to a cutesy cafe together, and they’d even gone to a place where you could make your own pottery. So far it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Joshua’s laugh slowed as the two continued to walk back to Charlotte’s apartment building, “okay, okay, but do you really think Seungkwan took Hoshi’s new pair of jeans to get back at him for losing his racket?”

“Yes! I swear he did because why else would Seungkwan purposely flaunt off his new par of jeans to Hoshi?”

He raised a brow in response, “let’s be real, it’s Kwan of course he would show of his jeans to Hoshi in particular.”

Chaerin snorted before scooting closer to the boy. The little gesture caused their hands to brush slightly. Joshua’s ears bloomed a shade of pink and Charlotte’s cheeks flushed slightly as they made brief eye contact. Not being able to take the tension, Charlotte cleared her throat forcefully as the two enter the apartment lobby.

She fiddled with her fingers as the elevator rode up each floor, a quiet whizzing being the only thing heard amongst the deafening silence. Charlotte cursed at herself for choosing to live on the second highest floor of the building. What was only three minutes in the elevator had felt like three years.

Joshua let out a cough as they exited the elevator, “do you uh want me to make your favorite ramyeon for dinner?”

“I’d like that,” Charlotte smiled up at him, signaling that the tension had quickly dissolved.

A silly banter and the sound of Charlotte’s “brain capacity” playlist filled the air as the two ate their dinner with a can of beer each on the side. That one can later turned in to two and soon three. Charlotte aware of her terrible tolerance pushed away her half filled third can of alcohol away.

“Oh c’mon loosen up a bit, you don’t wanna get drunk tonight?” Joshua slurred his words, getting tipsier by the minute.

“No Joshie, unlike you I have a photoshoot tomorrow. I can’t be showing up hungover,” she quipped.

He shook his head and watched as she stood up to finish the dishes, quickly following afterward with his plate in hand. Feeling a bit daring (and drunk) Joshua grabbed Charlotte’s waist from behind as she scrubbed the utensils, lightly resting his head on her shoulder. Charlotte’s cheeks turned a bright red within seconds, from both the drinks and her member’s sudden movement.

“Shua…” Chaerin warned, “what are you doing?”

“Let’s dance,” he pulled her away from the sink as he swayed his hips to the rhythm, “please?”

She let out a sigh, letting him defeat her argues. Joshua effortlessly spun her around so that the two were face to face and waltzed Charlotte around like the princess he believed she was. She held onto his broad, strong shoulders as his arms encircled her waist, holding her close. They slowed danced in the kitchen as if they were a couple of teenagers at senior prom.

Charlotte looked up at him, Joshua’s eyes sparkled with joy and love. They stared at one another for too long until Joshua leaned in, his breath fanning over Charlotte’s beet red face. Her breath hitched as he continued to dip his head causing there noses to touch.

Everything that Charlotte wanted was right there, quite literally a centimeter away. Her mind was screaming at her to pull away from Joshua but her body eased into his touch like putty. Chaerin came to her senses and pushed him away, just as their lips were about to meet in a kiss.

“I-I can’t. We can’t,” She breathed out.

Joshua’s face twisted in hurt making Charlotte immediately regret her words. “I thought you loved me back.”

“I do! Shua I do. It’s just your drunk and─” Charlotte wasn’t able to finish as Joshua soon cut her off.

“I’m sober enough to know that I want you.”

Charlotte kept silently, she was at a loss for words and didn’t want to say anything that would hurt Joshua even more.

He scoffed, “Lottie, do you understand how hard it is to have to hide your feelings for someone you feel so strongly about to the point where you can’t even explain how you feel in words─ to have to love them from afar knowing that they probably don’t love you back?”

She stared back at Joshua shocked as his chest rose up and down in heavy breaths. Chaerin had never seen Joshua talk─ yell like that.

“Didn’t think so,” and with that Joshua took off for the door, leaving Charlotte standing there alone.

She couldn’t believe it. Joshua loved her. The boy that trained with her, her own member. An alarm set off in her brain and Charlotte was hit with the urge to run after Joshua. She couldn’t leave her relationship with him on such unsettling terms.

Just before rushing through the door, Chaerin looked out the window only to find that it was heavily raining. Again, Charlotte had a photoshoot so she couldn’t show up sick and hungover. She quickly grabbed an umbrella that hung on a nearby hook and sprinted past the doorway.

Out of breath and with tears streaming down her face, Charlotte found Joshua standing in the parking lot soaking wet, trying to find a taxi that would drive him somewhere away from her. His chest heaved heavily as he was exhausted after racing down the flight of stairs, Chaerin couldn’t tell if his face was wet from tears or the rain. It was probably both.

“Joshie, please can we talk,” Charlotte called out to him, pleading.

Joshua chose to stay frozen in his spot, ignoring the way too familiar voice. “We did talk.”

Charlotte let out a tired sigh, she knew that this wouldn’t be easy. Things started to get even harder as she noticed a company car drive towards where the two stood.

“Please,” she cried, slowly approaching him.

Again, she was ignored. Just as Joshua was about to step into the car, he was stopped by her shouts.

“Yes!” Charlotte shouted, “yes.”

Confused, Joshua turned around finally facing Charlotte. He was surprised to see her expression flooded with emotion and her eyes wet with tears.

“Yes, I understand how it is to have to hide your feelings for someone. Yes, I understand what it’s like to feel so strongly for someone to the point where you can’t even explain it in words.” Charlotte’s voice broke.

Joshua stared at her, trying to process her words. He was about to speak up when he was interrupted by her continuing voice.

“You know why?” She sniffed, “because I feel this way about you. I love you so much that I can’t even tell you how much because there’s no way to describe this feeling. I have never been so in love with someone until you came along.”

They stared at one another, their eyes shone with shock and affection. Charlotte stood there shaking while still grasping onto her umbrella, her breathing became uneven after all the rambling. The cab that had been ready to pick up Joshua had become impatient because it was now long gone.

Chaerin couldn’t even remember what happened after that because Joshua took her by surprise when he stepped forward, crashing his lips onto hers without saying another word.

Joshua kissed her like the world was ending the next day, he kissed with passion and longing. She sighed again, this time out of relief as she kissed him back with equal fervor, putting all of the pent up tension into the kiss. Charlotte had been dying to feel Joshua’s lips on hers, and his fantasies were finally coming true. Their lips moved in sync as if they were molded to perfection for each other. Chaerin’s hands traced up his torso and found comfort atop of Joshua’s chest after quickly letting go of the umbrella. She didn’t have a single care in the world about her upcoming photoshoot if it meant staying like this with Joshua.

Begrudgingly, Joshua pulled away, winded and a bit dazed after the two’s breathtaking kiss. Charlotte pouted out of habit as he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I was starting to think you were scared of my love,” Joshua breathed.

Charlotte smiled shyly, “I’m not scared of love. Not yours.”

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matchalovertrait · 1 month ago

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Antonio's main reason for giving Caruso the private investigator's information was to eliminate whoever Caruso had hired to dig into his life. He needed to get Caruso off his back.

NOTE: Somebody guessed what's coming but I'm not saying who 👀

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The Law Offices

[When Dulce informed her therapist about Antonio’s odd request, they told her she had every right to be upset – and that it was up to her whether or not she wanted to go. After much discussion, Dulce found herself at this place again.]

[She didn’t want to discuss whatever happened between them. She wasn’t ready yet. Mostly, she was curious about what he wanted in case it was related to the trial. Maybe she forgot to sign something?]

DULCE: Hi! I’m here for-

RECEPTIONIST: Dulce Alegría! Good to see you again. Go right on ahead to Mr. Romero’s office.

[The receptionist remembered who she was? But it had been months since her last visit. Well, she was unforgettable. It made sense.]

DULCE: ...Oh. Thank you.

[And it probably didn’t help that she used to come by frequently just to see Antonio. Most of their meetings could’ve been emails.]

[The clothes on her became increasingly suffocating as she took the elevator and walked toward the office. She took a deep breath before knocking on the door.]

ANTONIO: Come in.

ANTONIO: Dulce.. Hi, how have you been?

DULCE: Never better! What about you?

[She was biting her tongue, remembering her therapist telling her to stay grounded.]

ANTONIO: Same here. Please take a seat.

[Dulce did take a seat, keeping a noticeable distance from the desk.]

DULCE: So, what’s up? It was totally random for you to ask me to come.

ANTONIO: It was, so thank you for coming.

[He cleared his throat.]

ANTONIO: I’ll get straight to the point: I found a private investigator. For Caruso to help find his mom.

DULCE: What?

ANTONIO: Hear me out. Clearly he has his own issues, and I believe that providing him with this contact information will help him in obtaining closure – and keep him from attempting to ruin other people’s lives. I’ll be the one to send it. What are your thoughts?

DULCE: No yeah, I think that’s a great idea.

[She was taken by surprise. This lawyer also has unconventional ideas; she thought it was just her.]

DULCE: I know he hurt me, but I want the best for him. We should all move on from what happened.

[Suddenly, the room got quiet. Was Dulce only referring to Caruso?]

DULCE: Well if that’s it, I really should get going.

ANTONIO: Dulce, wait.

DULCE: Hm?

ANTONIO: I.. I’m sorry.

DULCE: It’s fine. I need to go now.

ANTONIO: I have more to say.

DULCE: Antonio, let’s just drop it. Okay?

[...]

ANTONIO: Dulce. Please. You don’t have to forgive me. In fact, I don’t expect it, but you deserve an apology. Don’t you?

[Dulce froze.]

ANTONIO: I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I’ve been hot and cold, didn’t show up to your celebration, and disappeared without a word. None of that was fair to you. You’ve only ever shown me kindness and wanted to share moments with me, but I can’t meet you there. I led you on.

[Dulce glanced down to take in the words. Hm. She got the confirmation she needed. She couldn’t wait around like a lost puppy anymore.]

[With nothing left to lose, she seized the opportunity to bring up an inquiry, perhaps for the last time.]

DULCE: I’ll forgive you if you do me one more favor.

ANTONIO: What is it?

[Inaudible chatter.]

ANTONIO: That’s what you want?!

DULCE: What’s the big deal? I’ll pay you and then stay out of your hair forever. I’d take that offer if I were you.

ANTONIO: It’s not- I don’t think it’s a good idea. You can’t be serious about it.

[Antonio took the time to examine her face.]

DULCE: Oh, I’m serious alright. Also, I listened to your idea.

ANTONIO: ..Okay, fine. I’ll draft something up.

ANTONIO: I’m only doing it because you need someone to do this correctly. And something failsafe.

DULCE: Mmkay.

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cherryswisherz · 8 months ago

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WILSHIRE

♱ CONTAINS: semi happy ending, kissing

♱ NIYAHSPEAKS: this is long as hell and most of it is written as flashbacks but here we areeeeee s/o my tyler fans CHROMOKOPIA 10-28 !!!! i'm finna do yall requests over the weekend because i have nothing else to do so... be prepared!

♱♱♱♱

it's the 2024 wnba draft. azzi's my plus one. nika and aaliyah are getting drafted tonight and i'm trying to keep my cool. because tonight is about them, not about me, not about azzi, not about our summer of utter fucking confusion.

lights from cameras flash. i smile, i mog, i pose. reporters are shoving mics in my face asking stupid questions as i guide azzi off the red carpet with my hand in a respectful position on her back. we have to find the girls before the draft starts. azzi wants to meet them before so it's not awkward at the after party. i'm trying to tune everything out but 6 words take me back to june and i freeze in my tracks.

"what's going on between you two?"

met you on a saturday knew it was somethin' soon as you spoke it eye fucking across the table, don't think anybody noticed you asked me if I was coming to the city you from maybe we should kick it, i was interested that would be dumb, if i denied

"paige..." that was the only thing she'd said directly to me all night. the rest of the time she'd spoke to everyone, answering their questions about how she met ethan, what her major was, etc.

i'd been staring at her as she did this. studying the way she spoke with her hands, the flutter of her lashes, the bounce of her curls. her voice was so sweet and she always smiled when she wasn't talking so i could see her perfect fucking teeth.

"where you from?" someone, i couldn't remember who, asked and she threw a glance my way, looking me dead in my eyes for a split second.

i knew where she was from. we played against each other every year in high school. i was a year ahead of her. we never really paid attention to each other off the court, but i knew she was a killer player and an acl injury during her junior year took her out of the game for good

"uh- i'm from virginia. arlington county." she smiled as she cut her chicken. "me and paige played each other before i had to quit." she looked at me again, longer this time, and i damn near melted into the chair before she put her attention back on the conversation.

"yeah she gave me a run for my money." i laughed, and that made her look at me again. she seemed confused, probably because i hadn't spoken this entire time.

"my schools giving you a run for your money." she giggled and it was the most perfect sound i'd ever heard. "they say you're gonna be back when you guys play us next month. any truth to that?"

the competitive side of me took over when i answered her. "yeah i'll be back to tap dance on yalls ass in your own arena."

"i guess we're in trouble then, huh?" she asked, her big brown eyes boring into mine.

you and i make sense, you stayed back at my telly we was chattin' 'til morning, vibration was heavy i wasn't drowning or yawning that's when i told you my feelings you told me you felt the same but you got homie you dealin' with damn, i didn't know, that's a bit unexpected but i get it, it's whatever, least i can do is respect it

after that dinner, azzi and i hadn't stopped texting and facetiming. it felt wrong because she was my friends girl, but i couldn't leave her alone. i wanted to be near her even if i couldn't see her in person until my team played hers.

as predicted, we beat their ass and i made sure to remind azzi of that the whole ride back to her apartment. and when we got there, i took off my hoodie and plopped onto the couch.

"so what we doing tonight? you wanna go out or stay in?" i asked her, praying she said stay in because i was dead tired.

"definitely stay in." she said, sitting beside me on the couch. "lets put on a movie or something."

and we did. we put a movie on. now did we watch the movie? no.

we started talking, just yapping about any and everything. i was totally wrapped up in what she had to say, whether it was about school, or music, or anything really. i wasn't even tired anymore, she had my full attention.

but then the conversation shifted to basketball and azzi's mood shifted with it.

"sometimes i try and run 1v1 with ethan and for a second, i forget that my leg is fucked. for those 45 minutes i feel like everything is how i planned it to be." she looks at her knee poking out of her ripped jeans, then she rubs her scar. "and then i stand on it the wrong way and i remember that i'm not a player anymore. just a fan." the crack her voice forces me to grab her and pull her into me, letting her sob into my chest.

"az, you'll always be a baller. that shit's in your spirit ma." i almost wanna cry with her. "and even though you can't play anymore, you're one of the most beautiful people on the planet. and you're smart and you could do anything you wanted to do, basketball be damned."

a few minutes passed and she sniffled, looking up at me, and i got lost her red eyes and wet lashes. our faces were so close together, i could feel her breath on my nose.

"i really like you azzi."

fuck. i shouldn't have said that. she has a boyfriend. her boyfriend is my fucking friend she's probably stra-

"i really like you too p."

oh?

"but i'm with ethan. and he's good for me."

oh.

anyway, convince him to bring you to me so we can kick it right in front of his lenses, since nothing here is malicious you sat by me in that movie we went outside for them doobies we walkin' off when we talk man, that nigga not fucking stupid

"you should bring azzi to storrs with you." i suggested to ethan. "does she like horror movies?"

"uhhh yeah i think so..." he trailed off then scard the hsit out of m. "AZ! YOU WANNA COME WATCH A MOVIE WITH US?" i guess she asked who all was coming. "JUST ME AND PAIGE!" and then i guess she said yes. "okay paige, we'll be there in like 30."

at the movies, in the five minutes i was waiting for them, i checked my hair 4 times, rearranged my jewelry twice and made sure my breath didn't smell like lunch. and when they got there i choked on my spit because azzi was wearing a sundress that hugged her in every right way.

i honestly dont think there could be a wrong way.

when she hugged me she whispered "i missed you." in my ear and dropped a light kiss on my neck that left me flushed.

in the theater, i sat between her and ethan but we didn't really pay him any attention

"you look really good paige." azzi whispered to me.

i looked down at my basic ass outfit (wifebeater and sweats), that i spiced up with jewelry and some fire shoes. "girl, this is lightweight." i whispered back.

"yeah well you look good in anything."

"you look good too az,"

"you think so?" she's fishing.

"if your boyfriend wasn't next to me we wouldn't just be talking right now." i laughed, taking her bait.

i got a laugh out of her and then she moved to hit me on the leg, but i caught her hand and tangled out fingers together, looking forward at the screen. she didn't move her hand. just set both of ours in my lap. and we stayed that way for like 15 minutes until she leaned into me and whispered again.

"i hate horror movies, and he's snoring." she laughed pointing over me at her boyfriend who was knocked the fuck out. "can we leave?"

"yeah i got you." i thumped ethan on the head, causing him to jerk out of his sleep. "yo. wake up, you're loud as hell. ya'll go home."

when we left the theater we walked out in silence but when we stared to say goodbye, azzi cleared her throat.

"actually, i wanna get something to eat really quick so, e, you can go home." she placed her hand on my shoulder, squeezing a little. "paige can you take me home after?"

my heart sped a little at the thought of being alone with her but i kept it P because her literal boyfriend was right next to me.

"uh yeah if that cool with you?" i asked, not because i needed his permission, but because he's my friend and i wanted it.

"yeah of course." he nodded then dapped me up "goodnight p."

"night." as soon as he was gone, i rubbed my hands together and looked down at azzi, catching those brown eyes in a way that made me think i never wanted to lose them. "so... where we boutta eat because im hungry as hell."

"im not actually hungry, i just wanted to spend time with you." she said, putting her hands behind her back. "but you live here, so you pick."

"oh word?" i raised my eyebrows and put an arm around her shoulder, turning so we were side by side as we started walking towards my car. "imma take you to my spot."

"take me anywhere you like." she said, opening the passenger door, leaving me looking over the roof of my car, trying to keep it together until i got in the driver seat and began to queue a few songs.

then i got a text.

ethan: tell az to bring me a to-go plate

ethan. FUCK.

said you can't fully be into me 'cause you with him then why the fuck when we link it's like he doesn't exist? they all know that we're friends but we both aware that it's more everything i got, if you say the word, then it's yours

the party was loud as shit. i was drunk as shit. azzi was drunk as shit. ethan was nowhere to be found.

"paige i have to peeeee." azzi whined into my ear.

"okay come on." i shouted, guiding her to the bathroom, which was empty.

while she was in the stall, i drank some water from the faucet, because i was so fucked up and i think that's why i haven't been able to stop thinking about her.

about how fucking hot she looked in her outfit. about how long her natural lashes were. about how soft her lips looked. about the heat radiating from her body as she danced with me.

shes so fucking pretty.

"oh my god i feel so much better!" she shouted into the universe as she came out of the stall and started washing her hands.

i think i just wanted to be close to her again because i moved behind her and hugged her from behind. with my head in her neck, i kissed her softly moaning quietly, "you smell so good, az."

she turned around in my arms, facing me and i kept kissing her neck, moving to her collarbones, then i pulled away and we just stared at each other for a second.

it was like a silent conversation, asking each other "are we really gonna do this?"

and i guess the answer was yes, because azzi leaned in and place a single peck on my lips, then pulled away with the speed of light.

but one wasn't enough. so i leaned back in and enveloped her lips with mine. our mouths moved in perfect harmony, giving me everything i'd wanted since that dinner so long ago. she moaned into my mouth, and i picked her up, placing her on the sink behind her.

we just kept kissing, caressing each others tongues, rolling our bodies into each others, both of us enjoying the way the other person felt.

....until she pulled away, pushing me back when i chased her lips.

"paige we can't." she said, trying to catch her breath.

"azzi..."

"i have a boyfriend, paige." she sounded kind of sad as she said it.

"i know az." i said, walking back up to her. "but tell me there's nothing here." i grabbed her hands. "tell me, that these past 3 months, you haven't felt what i feel."

"you know i do paige. i wouldn't have kissed you if i didn't." she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

you told me when you're with me it's like heroin told me that your confidence went up since we befriended

"when im with you, i feel like i'm floating. like it's just us and that's all i'll ever need. you're-" she sniffled. "you're the only person who gets how much not being able to play fucking sucks. and you made me feel better about it. you make me feel like so much more than a fan, or just a person in the stands. and no one's ever made me feel that way."

and told me that you didn't wanna hurt him

"but ethan, p. ethan is my boyfriend. hes your friend. and he's so good to me. he loves me. and i can't do that to him."

why we doing this?

"so why kiss me then azzi?" i asked. "why the fuck would you let me touch you, or say the things we say, or let me buy you shit? why did you fucking kiss me?!"

it was harsh, i know but she fucking played me and i was pissed.

told me this a awkward situation and you just wanna be through with it

"i don't know paige. and i'm sorry." she kept crying. i assume she felt guilty, and i couldn't give less of a fuck. "this isn't easy for either of us. but i think we should just be friends. i don't wanna lose ethan, but i don't wanna lose you as a friend either.

i snatched my hands out of hers and back away from her so fast, you would have though she had the plague.

"friend? azzi. you were never 'a friend' to me. i liked you as soon as i saw you in that fucking restaurant. and i tried to be respectful. i tried to respect your relationship but you were the one who made me think you wanted me. you were the one lying to your fucking boyfriend to spend time with me. sneaking into the bathroom to facetime me at 11 at night. you were the one who kissed me. you. it was all fucking you. and now... now youre asking me to be friends? fuck outta here bro." i said, then walked out of the stall and out of the bar.

i know you could be it and everyone around me that care about me can see it i could fuck a trillion bitches every country i done been in men or women, it don't matter if i seen 'em, then i had 'em but with you, it's a feeling

i was still plastered, so i had nothing but time to think about the situation.

i knew azzi and i could be great, if she just gave it- gave us- a chance. i knew she wanted to. i knew she felt what i was feeling. i'd have known even if she didn't say it. i also knew she didn't feel for ethan, what she felt for me. but she felt an obligation to him. why? i have no idea. but i just wish she would have made up her fucking mind before sticking her tongue down my throat.

and i know what you're thinking.

she just wanted to smash.

and that's not true. me and azzi aren't a quick fuck.

i mean i'm not opposed to a quick fuck. it wasn't a secret that i was bit of a slut. i mean can you blame me?

d1 athlete, making bank off NIL money. and every girl in every city i went to, wanted a piece of me. who was i to deny them?

so yeah i guess you can say i got around, but none of that mattered when it came to azzi. she wasn't just a groupie looking for a quick fuck, or to be a basketball wife. she was a baller. if anything she wanted to live vicariously through me and compete again. and i was willing to let her do just that.

azzi was the object of my affection for three fucking months. i knew everything about her. i fucking craved her. i knew it was wrong. i knew she was my friends girlfriend. but i couldn't quit her.

my teammates could tell that i had feelings for her too. anytime i was on the phone for more than 10 minutes, they knew it was hr. they picked on my for it, calling me a simp. kk nicknamed me 'sidepiece' which was a nice change from 'community strap' but it stung worse.

whatever.

fuck her.

you said you told him the truth and you never lied now he lookin' at you with them eyes we never crossed the line but he got every right to be a little pissed off he you picked up, y'all got in argument he got his shit off

two weeks after the bar incident, i'd somewhat gotten myself together. figured out how to sleep without her goodnight text. found new favorite spot to eat. slept with someone without seeing azzis face. i'd found a new routine.

and then it all went to shit.

"azzi? its 9:30 at night, why are you calling me?" she answered my question with a sob. "azzi baby what's wrong?

"paige... he- he knows.." she cried into the phone.

"who knows what, az?"

"ethan!" more crying. "he-he-he asked me out no where if you and i had something going on."

"shit."

"and i couldn't lie to him paige. i told him we never had sex, but-but i told him how i felt about you, and that i kissed you and he just went off." she was crying so hard, i could narely understand her. "he said he should have known not to trust me around you when i told him i was bi, and that you couldn't let him have one thing, and that he couldn't look at me and- and- and-" she started hyperventilating.

"azzi baby i need you to calm down for me. breathe babe." i mimicked the way she should breathe and got her to calm down enough to listen to me. "azzi. i'm gonna come get you. send me your location and just stay there and stay calm."

"okay..."

i never drove so fast in my fucking life.

i picked you up, your energy off your lips really dry, something is off you asked if i gotta, i asked if you gotta we tripping on our words nobody is lying, hakuna matata we sat in the car and cried for an hour

as soon as i got to the starbucks azzi was at, i looked at her through the window and my heart broke for her. she was in pajamas and a bonnet. those beautiful brown eyes i'd grown so fond d were red and swollen, lashes wet with tears. her soft lips weren't soft anymore. they looked dehydrated, that's how much she'd cried.

when she got in the car, she didn't say anything. just played with the sleeves of ethans hoodie.

"do you-" "i'm so-"

we spoke at the same time, then waited for the other to say what they were gonna say.

"i'm really sorry paige." she whimpered. "i never meant for any of this to happen. i never meant to hurt you or him. and i shouldn't have called you after what happened." she broke down again. "god i'm so fucking sorry." she cried with her head in her hands.

"hey..." i rubbed her shoulder, "it's fine. you made a mistake and it's okay. "

"i'm so sorry." she just kept sobbing. she was too upset to hear anything i was saying. "i love you too much to have done that to you paige. im so sorry."

and time stopped.

she WHAT?!

she said she loved me. she said- no. she's hysterical right now she doesn't realize what she's saying.

ignoring the pit in my chest, i bring her closer to me, making us both lean over the center console. her head fell perfectly into my chest and she let everything she had out.

as i held her, and felt her whole body shake as she cried, my heart shattered with hers and shed a few tears with her.

on god, i love that girl i'm a sh-, i'm a bad person like, i'm in the wrong, i'm a bad person i had no ill intentions, though shit, everybody got hurt i got hurt

i never meant for any of this to happen. i pride myself on being a good friend, and being loyal to those who are loyal to me.

and the one time it really mattered, i had to fall for my friends girlfriend. and he really like her too. i think if i hadn't fucked it up, they could have been great. but i did. and it's ruined.

and all this for what?

for ethan to be hurt? for me to lose a friend? for azzi to feel like shit? for me to have to act like i'm not hopelessly in love with azzi?

and i'm mad private with this side of my life cause people are weirdos, and i just try to keep anyone i care about in the shadows safe from the commentary and spotlight and thoughts cause it's just a story for the people outside of it but i guess you're just another chapter in a book

and here we are, at the 2024 wnba draft in support of my teammates. 3 days ago, i would have been here alone.

but azzi needed a pick me up and i would rather her be her friend than nothing at all.

so instead of breaking down about what could have been on a red carpet, i smile, lean into th mic and say,

"azzi is one of my closes friends. she was supposed to be one of the greats and if she hadn't gotten hurt, she would have been drafted next year. so i just wanted her to see it in real life because she's so much more than a fan. she deserves to be here with us."

i looked at her and smiled, pulling her to the back rooms of the building where nika and aaliyah were getting ready.

but between the two of us....

i would shoot someone in the face if it meant azzi would light up like that again.

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𐙚₊˚⊹ ceo!hoseok ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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it never occurred to you that your boss is terrifying.

sure, you’re well aware of his mood swings and the endless gossip that circulates around the company, but it never feels personal to you. to be fair... you’re never the target of his outbursts.

in truth, you don’t work closely enough with him to get caught in the crossfire. but if you ever do slip, you know it’ll be brutal.

you aren’t unnoticeable to him either.

jung hoseok, your cold-hearted, demon-like boss, hasn’t given you a reason to be scared yet. you learned quickly how to navigate him after only a few months at the company. to avoid him on tuesdays because, for some reason, he’s especially grumpy. no clue why, but he just is. maybe it’s because it’s too early for dinner and too late for lunch, or maybe he just hates feeling stuck. either way, you know his habits and manage to stay in his good graces.

as the head designer of his father’s company, hoseok’s creativity has to flow constantly. his father never steps foot in the office, but his presence is still felt through the intense pressure hoseok places on himself. despite his infamous temperament, no one can say jung hoseok doesn’t meet expectations. in fact, he exceeds them every time, thanks to his relentless work ethic.

the devil works hard, but jung hoseok works harder.

“that will be all for today. you’re all dismissed.”

everyone starts gathering their belongings. just as you and your team head for the door, hoseok calls out, “oh... except for ___ and kim taehyung. please stay behind for a moment.”

taehyung, your assistant, shoots you a look.

you furrow your brows in confusion. once everyone else leaves, you both stand in front of hoseok’s desk.

“i’m thinking of opening up an internship program here. what do you think?” hoseok asks.

you nod. “it sounds like a great opportunity for those who aspire to be part of the fashion industry. especially with jung co., i’m sure we’ll have a lot of applicants.”

“exactly my thoughts, ___,” hoseok replies, smiling slightly. “which is why i like you.”

taehyung huffs, and you roll your eyes before saying, “thank you, mr. jung.”

“here’s the thing,” hoseok continues, “i trust you, ___. as head of hr, you’ll be in charge of filtering the applicants—portfolio reviews, phone interviews, and in-person interviews. taehyung can assist you, but i’m requiring you to take the lead on this.”

“no problem at all,” you assure him. “when do you want us to start?”

hoseok chuckles. “now. i’ve already had my secretary draft some advertisements and an application page. finalize them and get them live by nine tonight.”

“tonight?” taehyung blurts out, “but it’s my girlfriend’s birthday, and ___ was supposed to come—”

“no invite?” hoseok teases.

taehyung almost chokes.

hoseok holds his stare before finally blinking. “tonight. before nine,” he repeats. “regards to the celebrant.” and with that, he excuses himself, leaving you and taehyung stunned.

“tonight?” taehyung panics. “is he serious? his secretaries are always unprepared! whatever draft we get is probably just a blank page. i’m doomed. jennie's going to kill me.”

“she won't,” you tell him, sighing. “i’ll take care of it. go to her birthday. consider it my birthday gift to her.”

“really?” taehyung looks at you with wide eyes. “you sure?”

“yes. boyfriends should be there for their girlfriends birthday.”

taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice. “you’re the best, ___. i owe you big time.”

at 4 pm, taehyung bolts out the door.

by 8:49 pm, the office is mostly empty. only a few colleagues remain in a meeting room, and the custodian walks down the hall, pushing a cart. outside, the sky is dark and cloudy. rain looks like it’s about to fall any minute now.

“taehyung really left you?” hoseok’s voice suddenly cuts through the quiet as he steps into your small glass office.

you shrug, giving him a tight-lipped smile. “birthdays are special, mr. jung.”

“you know what else is special?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe.

“what?”

“hiring interns.”

you roll your eyes, and hoseok chuckles at your reaction.

“i’m almost done,” you tell him, finishing up the last few details on the application page. “i’ll send it to you in a minute.”

“how are you getting home, ___?” hoseok asks after a brief pause.

“i’ll take the bus,” you reply, still focused on your screen. “i was supposed to go to the birthday party, but i’m tired now.”

“it’s raining,” he points out. “do you have an umbrella?”

“the bus stop has a cover,” you say casually, not looking up.

“i could drive you home,” hoseok offers. “i feel bad that you’re here all alone. i thought you knew i was kidding earlier.”

“jokes usually start with ‘knock knock,’” you tease, finally glancing at him. “and they don’t usually come from scary bosses.”

“you think i’m scary?”

“see,” you smile, “now you’re funny.”

he gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. “you’re something else.”

just then, his phone buzzes. hoseok glances at it before pushing himself off the doorframe. “i have to go. i have dinner plans with my girlfriend.”

you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide the surprise in your voice. “girlfriend?”

he smirks, walking over to your desk and leaning down slightly. “yeah, she’s been waiting on me all day. good thing she’s too busy saving my ass at work to notice.”

it takes you a second, but when it hits, you roll your eyes.

“oh, shut up.”

he laughs, his smirk growing wider. “come on, i’ll drive you home. wouldn’t want my girlfriend to be mad at me twice today.”

as he reaches for your bag, he leans in and kisses you softly. the surprise catches you off guard. with a playful grin, he takes your bag and wraps his arm around your waist as you both walk out of the office.

“you know,” you start, half-jokingly scolding him, “you really should have thought twice about all the work you dumped on me tonight.”

“what can i say?” he replies, chuckling. “i’m a mean boss but a great boyfriend.”

"dump more work on me and i'll dump you."

hoseok tightens his lips and sighs. "no, don't do that... i'm sorry, babe. i'll be nicer the next time i ask you to do your job."

with that, you hit his chest. he laughs and pulls you close. together, you two make your way to his car where he opens the door and drives you home.

hoseok stays the night, over the moon to wake up and spend a lazy saturday with you.

come monday, he surprises you with a team of interns you have to interview.

hoseok [12:09pm]: i'm sorry babe hoseok [12:09pm]: my dad approved them all for an int,, i couldn't do shit abt it hoseok [12:11pm]: pls don't dump me hoseok [12:15pm]: i'm ordering ur fave lunch yn [12:17pm]: i'm dumping u after i clock out tn hoseok [12:19pm]: pls babe. no thank u :(

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