#I'LL BE DONE IN A MINUTE JUST LET ME HAVE THIS

[itstheghostofmypast]

🔥Overwhelmed🔥

Corporate AU Wooyoung x (F)Reader

Summary: No one could stop swiper when his queen was overwhelmed.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1 K

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Warnings: None

Rating: SFW

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

Banner: @cafekitsune

A/N: I'd like to thank @edenesth for this picture- and dedicate this to her - my corporate queen.

Overwhelmed

That was one way to describe how you were feeling right now, from the way your admin had dumped everything on your department to the way clients were ringing your phone like you owed them money- incorrect, you had nothing to do with anything that had happened. The missing records, unfilled forms, lack of digitisation of pre existing documents, somehow ended up being given to you- sure, you knew with great power came an even greater responsibility, but being team leader did not mean you were willing to become a punching bag of your superiors.

To top it all off during your break an idiotic colleague from the IT department had decided to come at you for something, yelling at you, ruining your gaming session- the 30-40 minutes of peace you'd have during work- and in the end it turned out to be not your desktop that had an issue, the virus was in the lady in the cubicle next to yours. During that drama, you had been reported and banned from the game for 24 hours. It was wonderful, it was just wonderful. What were you going to do on your drive back home now?

The worst thing of all was that you were unable to see the only person who'd make your day bearable, the only person who'd wake you up gently every morning, with a soft damp tissue gently pressing against your closed lids, then his warm lips against your own before he'd whisper sweetly in your ear, “Time to dominate the day, my queen.” The same person who'd have your breakfast waiting for you as soon as you'd rush out of the room all dressed, forcing you to sit down and eat with him, sometimes feeding you if you'd try to say you were in a rush. The only person who would spend the night with you, choosing your clothes, shoes and accessories, ensuring to match his tie and socks with your clothes, “Pink shirt huh…welp, pinks socks it is.”- yes, he had worn pink socks and a pink tie, which most men at work found funny, but most women at work found it adorable.

Hence, now, you were sitting in your cubicle, staring at the spreadsheet, wondering what you had done to deserve this. Maybe you were too nice? Maybe you wronged someone? Maybe you - the irritating ringing of your phone had you heave out a sigh and pick it up, letting out a tired, “Hello?”

“Excuse me, miss, this is the police. You're under arrest for being so damn hot that your boyfriend is willing to commit murder for you.”

A chuckle broke past your lips as you sighed, leaning against the seat and humming, “Ah…really? Well, Mr.Police, I'm a bit busy right now, so I'll have to get back to you soon.”

“Nonsense.”

You heard from the phone and from behind you, causing you to turn around, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder, facing the man holding his phone to his ear with one hand and in his other hand he held a white box.

Hanging up, he placed it on the desk before pushing your keyboard aside, causing you to gasp in disapproval, “Silence my queen.” He demanded before flipping open the box and showing you the sweet treat that you had been eying for a while. You'd glance at it everytime you'd buy your morning coffee, knowing very well it was the bakery's best selling treat, but you'd postpone it often, for various nonsense reasons, as Jung Wooyoung would claim.

“Woo…” you glanced up at him with a pout, “Work…I have work-”

“It's 6 p.m. No more work, only cake!” He declared dragging a stool next to your chair and handing you a spoon, “I was away for one meeting, and I came back to my queen in shambles? The nerve of people - just you wait, I'll punch San in the face for leaving you like this.”

“Woo…his wife was giving birth.” You shook your head in defeat and amusement, suddenly remembering another reason to your glum mood, you had missed your boss and his wife- your friend's birth of their first child.

“I know. Where'd you think I got the cake from.”

Your eyes widened at the statement before flickering to the cake, squinting at the small card that had, “Congratulations, it's a girl!” written on it.

“YOU STOLE HIS CAKE!?”

Your screech echoed in the empty office followed by his shameless cackle, and a “REVENGE SHOULD BE SWEET, MY QUEEN!”

“JUNG WOOYOUNG!?”

He rolled his eyes at your yelling and scooped up a good amount of cake and pressed it against your lips, “Say ahhh…I got coffee too.”

Taking in a deep breath you reminded yourself that the intention behind this was sweet, and that later, perhaps tomorrow you'd be apologising to the new parents with another cake and a gift for their new born baby. Parting your lips you let him feed you, closing your eyes in pure bliss, instantly forgetting about everyone and everything, wanting nothing more to smooch the man infront of you for blessing you with this wonderful, sweet, delicious treat.

The moment you opened your eyes, you realised that his lips were on yours, and you gently pushed him away, swallowing and mumbling, “Y-you idiot we’re at work.”

“Don't worry, ain't nobody here but us and this cake.”

You shook your head in amazement. This day had been shit, but at least you had your personal little clown, your companion, your lover, and your little thief swiping around and getting you treats. As the thoughts processed you had somehow started crying, tears rolling down your cheeks that you realised when you felt him wipe them with his thumb, giving you a small smile, “It's okay… its okay to feel overwhelmed, love…the world won't hate you if you take a little break.”

Nodding at his statement you let him pull you in a hug, your head resting against his shoulder as he gently stroked you back, mumbling, “Their daughter is beautiful…I'm glad she takes after the mom…imagine if her head was as big as his…pushing it out would've been hell.”

His smile widened at the sniffled laughter, hugging you closer as he eyed the cake that San’s wife had insisted he take back to you, knowing how you had to handle her husband’s load today and how the lack of a Jung in your life today may have overwhelmed you. She was right. Perhaps she was a good friend- welp. He was gonna swipe the cake anyway, Mrs.Choi only caught him and laughed it off.

“Woo…”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you…” you mumbled, moving back before you started eating again, taking a sip of your coffee, realising how hungry you were, how grateful you were, how loved you were. It really was a blessing to have someone like Jung Wooyoung in your life - no matter what kind of chaos he brought with him.

“Anything for you…my queen.” He whispered, watching you eat in peace, chin in palm as he admired you, taking in your tired posture and eyes, naturally you were tired and exhausted, drained and overwhelmed- no matter, he'd make sure to fix all that. It was his job to keep his queen, the love of his life, safe and happy.

[starlighttsv]

Best of both worlds - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: Paige is on “the best of both worlds” podcast during her world tour

»»— warnings: none :)

»»— notes: 🗑️😃 but only 1 more fic before i’m done trying to edit these cringy stories 🤗

»»— word count: 1k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Todays the day of filming Flaujae's podcast "the best of both worlds" hosted in Atlanta currently because of overtime Queen of the Court. Lilah is also with Paige but the time of filming the podcast, is a few minutes after her nap time starts and she can never skip naps or she'll be a very grumpy sassy 1 year old. So she's gonna sleep in the room next door and Paige & Flaujae are gonna leave the filming room door cracked so Paige can hear if she wakes up or anything.

"Alright guys now moving on, today's special guest is.....Paige Bueckers!" Flaujae introduces "hey everyone! Thank you for having me." Paige replies

"So I have some questions for you" flaujae starts, making Paige nod and say go ahead.

"What is your favorite basketball highlight of yours?"

"Ooo wait...oh I'm gonna go with when I was shooting the ball and it bounced off the rim, and then straight down in the bucket. I love that highlight"

"I saw that one! That was so dope!"

"Alright, what's your favorite basketball picture of you?"

"The one where I'm looking at the fans screaming after a basket, and there all screaming back at me. I need to get that framed!"

"Y'all heard her, get that picture framed for her" Flau says making her and Paige laugh a little and joke around for a few. "Alright who has more rizz?" Flaujae jokes "oh cmon, I'm the greatest rizzler of all time" Paige laughs making Flau also start to laugh "Alright I'll give you that. People say I'm a flirty person until I'm talking to someone I like" "your just shy or?" Paige cuts in "no it's more of just like I don't want to push it to much." Flaujae adds "oh I get that, I get that"

"You need to give me some tips." Flaujae jokingly says "alright-" Paige starts "off camera, off camera" Flaujae cuts in making Paige agree "Alright alright, a little more serious questions" Flaujae starts "you have a daughter" she adds making Paige nod "what's your favorite thing about her?"

"Ooo uhh, I honestly don't know. Uhh her love for adventure maybe? She loves going to new places, seeing new people, seeing animals she's never seen before. She loves even going on like "road-trips" to the store or gas station." Paige answered "Shes been with you for your whole "world tour" so far, right?" Flau questions "yeah.“

"What was your favorite thing to do with her on your world tour? And what was her favorite thing to do, if you know?"

"My favorite was umm oh our LA trip, we did a lot there. We went to Disneyland, Universal, a few museums, few beach trips, an aquarium vist, plus some more. Lilah's favorite was probably-" Paige stops talking as she hears Lilah walking through the hallway and calling out for her

"Mama" Lilah says, obviously looking for Paige. P takes a quick glance at Flaujae asking if she can bring Lilah in here, making Flaujae do a quick nod giving Paige her approval. "In here baby" P calls out, hearing Lilah start walking towards the filming room.

When she enters and sees Paige, she starts waddling towards P a little faster "good morning babe, how was your nap?" Paige asks, going on deaf ears as Lilah just walks closer to Paige and puts her hands on P’s thighs, a sign that she wants picked up. So Paige leans down and picks her up putting her on her thigh and Lilah immediately cuddles closer to Paige.

"I 100% have baby fever now. She's so cute omg" Flaujae says making Paige let out a chuckle "thank you" Paige says "well she's in here now so maybe she can answer your question. Lil what was your favorite thing we did so far this summer?"

She just cuddles into Paige more "cmon Lilah, I know you have favorites" P tries to convince her "ball and Disney" Lilah mumbles "she said ball and Disney, which translates to all star and Disneyland"P chuckles while rubbing Lilahs back, either to help her go back to sleep or to wake her up. Paige doesn’t really know the answer yet and she doesn’t think Lilah knows yet either

"I was gonna ask her favorite part of all star but looking at her, I don't think she wants to answer" Flaujae softly says, seeing that Lilah is trying not to fall asleep in Paige's arms right now  "she never really wants to talk after waking up, she just wants cuddles and silence to decide if she's awake for the day or not - but she said she loved meeting all the new people and seeing people she already knew again - especially loved seeing Diana, Sue, Breanna, Megan, Angel and Caitlyn, when I asked her." Flaujae nods and says  "so we can count on her to go to UConn" "I mean maybe? But I'm not gonna force her to follow my footsteps." Paige shrugs making Flau nod again "alright I'll move the subject away from your daughter, I got carried away. That's my bad"

Paige laughs a little, "Your good. I love talking about her any chance I get." Flaujae smiles at that and says "you seem like an amazing mom"

"Thank you. I try my best for her." Flaujae nods and then looks at her cards and says "alright we're gonna play a game. I'm gonna name a few of your teammates past and present, and I want you to give me one word that describes them." Paige nods still rubbing Lilahs back, and Lilahs just playing with Paige's chain now, deciding she wasn’t tired anymore.

"Kk Arnold" "goofy"

"Azzi Fudd" "consistent"

"Nika Mühl" "I have so many words to describe her....menace"

"Aaliyah Edwards" "dog"

"And last but not least, Ice Brady" "she icy"

Lilah stayed on Paige’s lap for the rest of filming, still just playing with P’s chain - and once filming was wrapped Paige took lilah to get some food before going back to the practice facility and go over plays with “team paige”

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

[nexlynn]

HIIII!! would you maybe mind writing a se-mi x reader fanfic!?!?! like literally just pure fluff, cuddling and makeouts and whatever you like, just anything fluff!! and maybe if you don't mind, you could write about se-mi being a tease and shes like super duper confident and knows how to fluster the reader and stuff, SORRY IF THIS IS ODD, no pressure/no rush!! 💗💗

Se-mi x f!reader

Fluff

Basically se-mi have been working for so long and reader needs her attention.

"Are you done soon"

You sigh, you've been waiting way to long for Se-mi to finish her work, and you just wanted to cling into her arms, cuddle her until tomorrow, even staying there forevet if you could. But sadly she didn't seems to have finished yet.

"Ten more minutes."

You whine at her words, she said that already 30 minutes ago, and she's still going on.

"But i want you now please!"

She looks up at you, you knew you had her attention, oh how much she loves when you beg her to touch you, to pamper you.

Se-mi grabbed your wrist, pulling you down on her lap, facing her.

"Oh yeah ? Does my girl wants me now ?"

Your knees straddle her thighs, and her hands rest firmly on your hips, grounding you.

"My needy girl," she mumbles in your ear, her fingers tracing slow circles along your sides. "You couldn’t wait just a little longer, could you? You’re absolutely desperate for my attention, aren’t you?"

"Maybe" you reply, biting your lip, she made you nervous, her words going straight to your stomach, giving you that feeling that you loved.

She chuckles as her hand sneaks up your back to pull you closer. "You’re so cute when you’re flustered" she says, her nose brushing yours, your lips almost touching hers.

"Stop teasing me" you manage, but your voice betrays you, shaky and breathless.

"Why would I do that" she whispers, moving her face, her lips brushing now against your ear. "when you look so pretty like this?"

And before you can protest further, she presses her lips to yours, softly bringing you both into a passionate kiss, kiss you waited for an hour already.

She didn't seems to want to pull away, it felt too good, for her but for you too, feeling her lips on yours, her hands on your hips, keeping you from moving too much.

When she finally pulls back, her grin is absolutely wicked. "Is that what you wanted?"

You nod quickly, breathless and dazed from the kiss.

"Good" she says, leaning back in to pepper kisses along your jawline. "Because I’m not going anywhere."

Her work, for now, is completely forgotten, and you can’t help but feel victorious as she holds you tighter. Finally, finally, you’ve got her all to yourself.

"I love you" Those three words, you love to hear them, you felt your heartbeat fastening, your face flushing, you want to answer but can't, feeling her lips coming closer to yours again and in a second, you felt her lips crashing on yours again.

And suddenly you couldn't do anything, you melted in her arms, enjoying the feeling. Her hand slides to your neck, forcing you to continue the kiss, not that you would try to pull away anyway.

After a bit, she had to pull back, her eyes opening to see the most beautiful sight she probably ever saw, her girlfriend, breathless from the kiss.

"You love that uh? You love the control you got over me"

She heard you and let out a laugh, her fingers gripping on your nape, not hurting you though.

"Damn yes i do, i love it babe."

An : I hope you'll like it i tried to follow the request i have no idea if it's good or not.. keep in mind that english isn't my first language so there might be some faults I still take request I'll try to post one or two times a day!

[sentinelq]

Ticklish attitude adjustment

She warned him not to go through with it. You can't remodel your own home just like that, who knows what you'll destroy or collapse.

As usual, the advice went into one ear and left out the other. He had finally drilled an opening big enough for a small window from the house to the garage. He widened it forcefully, too lazy to take the long trip around.

Drill in hand, his arms upright, his upper body barely made it to the other side before getting stuck, his chest facing the ceiling. Panic made him drop the drill, thankfully without accident.

"See? You never listen to me, what if you had been alone? What if the drill fell on your arm or face?"

"Yeah, yeah, just go around and give it to me, I'll widen the hole and get out."

Having had enough of his attitude, always taking her for granted and knowing she'd always dampen his failures, she decided a punishment was in order. Several refusals to fully admit to his mistake, without excuses, later, she swiftly took off to give him the drill and be done with this mess.

"Oh you just know sooo much better, huh? That's why you're stuck like this?"

Seeing him in this state, somewhat crouched, arms and head clean through yet exposed from the armpits and below, gave her an idea.

The dragging sound of a heavy chair confused him. "Just making myself comfortable throughout this ordeal" she said. He felt the cold steel of scissors cut off his white shirt, hands undoing his belt buckle and lowering his pants. And everything that comes with them.

"What are you fu-"

"If you're not going to learn by yourself, I'll teach you what happens when you don't have a person to make up for your mistakes 24/7"

She grabbed two decorational goose feathers, long and stiff. Dragging them across his ribs, she asked "What do we say when we've made a mistake?" Caught off guard, sudden snorts and squeaks came out the sound echoing throughout the garage.

"No, I don't believe it's that. Try again." Twirling the feathers right inside his armpits, she broke the dam. Desperate, howling laughter filled both the garage and house. In her newfound excitement over this situation, she let the feathers continue to explore his defenceless underarms. Knowing he couldn't take it. Knowing he couldn't utter a single word, therefore giving her the "justification" to continue,

She enjoyed being in an authoritative position. It excited her, so much so after a very long seeming 10 minutes of tickle torture, she knew exactly how it'd go down.

He shouted in anger. His behavior was "corrected". No stops, no breaks, no bargaining. Just his body flailing, defenceless against the feathers sneaking underneath his pinned arms.

A smile slowly creeping upon her lips, she had the perfect idea. 2 minutes full of desperate pleas later, she had taped his legs together. Sitting in her chair, she grabbed a feather and brought it down from his armpits to his ribs, to his belly, to his hips... and lower. At first, she extracted laughter, soon followed by a realization that no amount of begging would change.

"If you're going to act like a testosterone fueled caveman, I'll treat you like the animal you are." His legs taped together, the feather's strokes inevitably revealed the rapidly growing bulge. Passing the feather up and down, she condescendingly proclaimed that she'd "get those hormones out" of him.

The laughter started. He couldn't hold it back, it grew and grew in intensity, along with his feathered cock. She was sitting in her chair, scrolling through random social media apps while dragging that stiff, soo stiff, yet so soft thing up and down his increasingly wet shaft.

As his masculine needs were being coo'd out of him, he couldn't help but surrender those needy sounds, mixing with the laughter and echoing across the garage.

His giggles and moaning had taken a more submissive turn. "Gooood boy." she complimented him. Her ruthless demeanor finally shown in the taming of her hormone fuelled slave, she would build him up until he could no longer take it, taunting him with emasculating baby talk ", who's my strong man? Yes, you are, so strooong. Coochie coochie coo, let it allll out" the elongation of words accompanied by the dragging of her instrument across his own.

The cruelty of her taunts, "Theeere you go baby, let it allll out" finalized in that she would ticklishly stroke his glans to the point where he'd almost explode, just to baby him down to precumming, then start the process all over again. Him screaming "PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEFUAHAHAPLEAHAHA" Only to be met with laughter and giving him no pressure, she merely carefully applied the feather's tip at just the right spots to soak his cock in his impotent pre-cum yet again. "Theeere you gooo, we're gonna leak all that testosterone out."

"So you can think better."

Who knows how long this went on. One thing is for certain. She enjoyed that long afternoon very much.

*Inspired by a gif from PolarbearNSFW

[prettybabywhowrites]

𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 - "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧"

You were ready to head to bed, freshly showered and in fresh Pj's. *Tap Tap* You turned around, seeing a wobbly JJ tapping at your window.

"JJ?" you walked over to your window to let him in. Taking his face in your hands, noticing his split lip and swollen cheek that was slightly tinted purple. He hummed softly at the contact of your cool hands against his face. " It's nothing that hasn't happened before, no need to worry princess" he slurred.

You shook your head, light frown on your face as you helped keep him upright. You began to lead him over to sit on your bed, wrapping a blanket around him. "Gonna grab you some clothes and then we'll get you taken care of" you said as you walked over to your closet, to the designated spot where your friends tend to leave clothes in just in case something happens and they need a place to crash.

You grabbed one of JJ's t-shirts and a pair of his shorts, walking back over to hand it to him. "Thanks sweets" he said hazily as he attempted to strip off his shirt. You sighed, small smile forming on your lips as you watched this adorable scene unfold. "Okay, arms up" you instructed. He obliged, his arms going up above his head, you pulled the shirt off of him and pulled the clean one over his body. "Think you can manage your shorts?" you asked to which he nodded in response.

"Okay then, i'm gonna grab some things, be right back" you stated as you walked to your kitchen to grab some water and a snack, JJ's favorite, a box of cheez its.

You walked back to your bedroom, walking into your connected bathroom before going back over to him, reaching in your cabinet for your first aid kit.

As you walked back into your bedroom, your eyes flickered to JJ, bundled in your blankets, getting cozy. You couldn't help but smile at the adorable blonde.

"JJ" you rubbed his arm gently to not startle him, he groaned in response, grumbling against the comfort of your bed. "Cmon JJ it'll only take a few minutes and then you can go back to sleep," he didn't budge.

"I'll give you a head massage if you let me clean those cuts," this time he perked up a bit, "until I fall asleep?" You laughed softly, "Sure." He sat up quickly, "You've got yourself a deal" he said, face pulled into a smug, cheeky grin.

You made quick work on his cuts, cleaning, bandaging, and repeating the process. "There we go, all done!" He let out a content sigh as you placed the first aid kit to the side, joining him in bed. Instantly, you felt your hand being pulled to the blondes head. You just giggle, "I was getting there."

He huffs sleepily, content sigh slipping from his lips as he feels your hands massaging his temples. "Thanks for being my person" he says, drunken state making him sappier than usual. "Course" you respond.

As the night went on, JJ subconsciously moved towards your warmth, laying on top of you, his face against your neck. You simply basked in the silence, the only sound audible was his heavy breathing as he drifted off to sleep.

"Thanks for being my person" his voice rang through your head, you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. Arms holding him close to you as you began to nod off yourself.

Side note - Just a quick little fic, don't love it but it is what it is. Please comment any requests you may have!! Happy dreams lovelies :)

[thetarsier]

THE QUESTION

a/n: okay so i'm kinda sorta out of my reblog-only purgatory and i finally have some motivation to post on here again!! requests are now being accepted again and i'll try to get the motivation to write them!! i've missed u lot :)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings/notes: not proofread, hotch being happy?

<3: aaron hotchner x reader

“Are you breaking up with me?” 

You had to admit, you hadn’t wanted the question to arise so quickly and upfront, but there it was, floating in front of the two of you. 

It was a rather romantic location to be broken up with; a picnic in the park on a nice spring afternoon. But Aaron was nice and he wouldn’t break up with you over the phone, or at home where you would have to leave and then come back for your things awkwardly. Or worse: be overheard by Jack.

It took Aaron a few seconds to comprehend what you said, “W-What?”

Ah. He hadn't expected to be caught out so early. Well, you were nothing if not merciful - Aaron did not have to let you down slowly if you did it for him. You'd felt as though he'd been leading up to it for a while now.

He had gone out a few times and been cagey about where he was going, he was being secretive, jumping when you entered rooms and seemingly being very interested in how you were interacting with the other people in his life.

It's so nice how you are with Jack.

It was your fault, really. You inserted yourself into his life, jumped head-first and hoped that that was what Aaron had wanted, needed. It wasn't. You weren't.

You braced yourself.

“Usually, when the guy starts to act strange, the girl suspects cheating, but I know you wouldn’t cheat - or at least I hope I know that you wouldn’t cheat - so the only thing left is that you’re breaking up with me.”

“I’m not breaking up with you, honey.”

“You’re not breaking up with me?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Suddenly the idea of you stewing over your fictional breakup for even a few minutes was mortifyingly embarrassing. You wished you hadn't said anything at all, kept Aaron in the dark about your insecurity.

You looked up at the trees above you, trying to catch your breath.

“Though I should have guessed that you would have noticed something was going on, you’re a better profiler than I am,” He mumbled as he fished for something in his pocket. 

“Yeah, that’s why you’re the unit chief.” You rolled your eyes, giddy in your moment of relief that the best thing that had ever happened to you wasn’t changing. You didn’t even notice that he’d stopped looking for something until he went silent and you were forced to check on him. 

That’s when you saw the box. 

It wasn’t open yet, and you refused to overreact again before you were sure it wasn’t a promise ring, a necklace, or something else. But when Aaron opened the box to reveal the most engagement ring-looking engagement ring - a three-stone silver ring that was certainly too expensive to be a promise ring - you allowed yourself a small gasp. 

“Aaron-”

“I love you,” You didn’t mind the interruption when it came like that, “Jack loves you, you’re our family. I know that I’ve been acting strange recently, and that’s because I’ve been trying to keep this a secret when I’m so-” He paused to take in a breath, a grin spreading across his lips. “-So excited to put this ring on your finger. I almost just asked you to marry me last night.”

The confirmation that he was, in fact, asking you to marry him made tears form in your eyes, your heart overflowing with love but deeper. You couldn’t believe you’d thought he was breaking up with you. 

Aaron didn’t bother getting onto one knee - he’d done that before, and this time was different. He took a breath in, released it heavily, and then, with sparkling eyes:

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes!” You could barely get out the word before Aaron had closed the box and practically launched himself forward, catching your face in his hands and kissing you passionately.

Later, you would laugh with your friends about the question you'd asked, the question that had been plaguing your mind for days, and how it contrasted so wildly with the question that Aaron had asked, the question he'd been thinking about for months.

[bethebesttoyou]

Times are Hard for Dreamers - Choi Beomgyu

synopsis: Friends Beomgyu and Y/N try to have a good day at the fair.

pairing: College student! Beomgyu x College student! reader

song: Times are Hard for Dreamers - Amelie

warning/tags: cursing, fluff!!, me trying to be funny and failing, friends to lovers, I wanted to make it jess and nick coded but Beomgyu is just too sweet... reader is an overly optimistic person!!!!

Wc: 3.6k (I swear im not doing this on purpose D:)

A/N: Beomgyu fic... we win. I actually really wanted to write a Beomgyu fic for awhile but I didn't really have an idea, UNTIL NOW!!! I have like half of vampire in the corner worked on, but I started school, so idk IDK I'll have to see where I can go with that story. I also get so many ideas for longer fics, but I can't lock in :( In the meantime, I want to continue writing one shots!! :3

Beomgyu leans his head against the headrest, stretching out his arms and grunting before checking his watch again. He closes his eyes in frustration before looking back at your front door, his sunglasses dimming his overall view. When you told him 12 pm, he should've known better, should’ve read in between the lines, the way you excitedly ranted about the day you had in store for the both of you. He should've known when he surprisingly got you tickets to the very popular fall fair, that you would overwhelm yourself with planning. Now, 30 minutes later, he watches your front door intently, praying it opens. And it works, out you come prettily dressed in a tan long sleeve and plaid long skirt, both accentuated the curvature of your body so nicely, he wishes you could go back in so he can compose himself. But as you smiled widely at his presence, sending him a wave before adjusting your bag over your shoulder, he settled for a nervous cough and looked away, only looking back at you when you were finally sitting in the passenger seat. He scowls at you playfully. 

“Oh. Beomgyu we have to leave by 12 or we're gonna miss the opening…Oh Beom, please sleep early and get here on time, Oh Beom-” He mocked, only letting out a laugh when you punch his shoulder. 

“It's still 12…we’ll make it if you just drive, like now!” You roll your eyes playfully and start messing with his radio and he just scoffs, putting the car on drive. 

Beomgyu honestly couldn't care less about this fall fair, if it were up to him, he would've been home, relaxing after the terror from being buried in papers and exams and research during midterms, but he didnt think twice of buying them. When he saw the posters all over campus he knew you would want to go, he already pictured the way your eyes would brighten from the mere mention of the mazes, the games, the snacks, he knew you would just obsess over the last activity of the day, fireworks. And when he mentioned it to you, he was right. 

“I-I would love to!” You exclaim turning to your friends behind you, some of them snickering knowingly. 

“Hey gyu, where are our tickets?” Yeonjun bumps Kai’s shoulder before feigning ignorance. 

“Shut up.”

So maybe his crush on you wasn’t exactly hidden, he was a man after all, and it was only natural that someone as optimistic and bright as you would catch the attention of a pessimist that lacks that brightness in his life. He loved to act like he didn't care much about anything, but he cared a lot about you. He couldn't fight the urge of showing it, catering to your likings with fake annoyance, but in reality he lived for your excitement, it only fueling him to continue, he was surprised you've been the only one to not catch on, or maybe internally grateful you hadn't, he didn't think he was ready for that yet. 

But he thought of it, especially now as he heard your raving about the itinerary for the day, having done your research on the different activities and food stands being offered at the event, and he was glad to be the first one to ask you, he couldn't imagine you doing this with anyone else, he would rather die. 

“Jesus, does it tell you how I'm gonna die on that paper?” He teases anyways, and you grunt. 

“I want to take full advantage of today, we deserve a day of stress free fun!” 

“I guess I can agree.” 

“Trust me Gyu, we're gonna have so much fun, you're gonna want to come back.” You promised. “This paper is gonna be our lifeline today, just as long as we stick to it, we should be able to do everything! Here’s your copy.” 

He laughs at your ridiculous planning but believes in you anyways. He just wanted to spend time with you, grateful to have you all to himself, so he was more than willing to follow a piece of paper if it meant it was guaranteed. 

The car ride was meant to be a long one, the directions sending you out of the city you both occupied, to the closest open field your campus can find to set up. Yet, the drive didn't feel as long as Beomgyu expected, your voice causing him to lose track of time, paying attention to your silly stories and gossip he hated to admit was pretty interesting. 

“So, they were not dating? Just fucking?” 

“Ningning said that she said they weren't…and now they're just not talking anymore…” 

“That's annoying…” 

“That's what I'm saying!They definitely like each other, they’re just dumb.He’s gotta step up.” You roll your eyes and he can't help but feel the pink heat rise to his face. 

He finally parks, turning off the ignition and turns to you, once again taking in the sight. You were everything, he thought, there's not a single sweet word that doesn't describe you. Watching you as you straighten the paper, he watches your delicate fingers scan the page, before speaking. 

“Okay! Well, we missed the opening ceremony but it's fine, I didn't care much for it anyways…First on the list is for you. Let’s start with…coffee! yay!” You say hoping out of the car, him laughing at your excitement. Giving the worker the tickets, you immediately head towards the coffee stand to the right, ignoring that Beomgyu was in awe of the set up. It was the middle of the day, but the entire fair was lit up like those old carnivals you would see in the movies. Laughter and screams could be heard from every corner, the smell of popcorn and sweets mixing together and clogging his nostrils, he could see why you were excited, this place was like a manifestation of your personality: fun, nostalgic and comforting. 

“Beomgyu! I got your drink!” you yell from afar, and he turns around, walking, stepping towards you before, watching in horror as someone cuts him off, bumping into you and spilling both coffees on your chest. 

“Dude, what the fuck?” Beomgyu says turning to the offender, as they apologize profusely. 

“Are you okay?” 

“-you okay?” they both asked frantically, Beomgyu already taking your hand, starting to lead you to the closest stand with napkins. He completely misses the way your face turns pink, before you laugh awkwardly, distracted from his own flustered feeling, he feels like a Victorian man by just the touch of your soft hand, the hotness spreading from your connected hands to all over his body.

“Good thing, it wasn't hot coffee right?” You squeeze his hand before taking a napkin. 

You turn to the apologizing stranger, “it's fine! You're fine! It was an accident!” you say, before turning back again and smiling at Beomgyu, “it was an accident.” Now softer, trying to ease the scowl on his face. 

After politely rejecting the strangers' pleas to help, he finally leads you to another nearby stand, hoping to find a shirt to replace the sticky top you were now stuck with. After looking at the selections, the only one in your size was a muddy green shirt that had a random koala bear with sunglasses on with the words, “Koalified to party” Beomgyu looks at you with sorry eyes, as you gulp at the shirt. 

“So much for cute pictures today…” You say from behind the fitting room curtain.”But it's okay! This is gonna be a fun story to tell the group!,” You laugh lightly, walking out of the makeshift fitting room only to Beomgyu trying to stifle a laugh. You flick his forehead before continuing, 

“No! It looks good! You look good!” He laughs. 

“Well, forget coffee! Back to the paper! Next stop…um…the swings!” 

The high swings were towards the back, and Beomgyu noticed every time you looked down at your watch, you’d start walking faster, the furrow of your eyebrows becoming more evident as the walk continued. Once you got to the front, your smile came back and shined brightly towards the worker before dropping completely when he pointed out the line that stood behind you. 

“A-and um… how long is the wait?” 

“All ride lines right now are going to be about two hours or so.” the worker says, apologetically looking at you both. 

Beomgyu is starting to realize what type of day this was going to be, and he wanted to suggest going home, or finding something else to do, trying to avoid even more disappointment. If he had known it was going to be this packed or this difficult to enjoy the day, he wouldn't have suggested it at all and you would have had to plan an entire day just for it to completely fall apart in front of you. But when you turn to him with determination in your eyes, he remembers you are never one to back down.  

“Okay, new plan! We no longer wait for the rides, let's just play some games! Maybe head to the maze after! That should still give us time to make it back for the fireworks!” you say, your smile was not as big as it was 3 hours ago, but it was still there. Beomgyu wanted to check on you just in case. 

“You okay? We can always just-” 

“No time for that! We have the paper!” You say already walking away. 

—

It had been two hours into playing games, and after you exclaimed how obsessed you were with the giant  light brown teddy bear that hung from the corner of the stand, the bow that laid just below its ear making you squeal, you both took turns playing trying to knock down the obvious glued golden cups. You and Beomgyu both lost about 100 dollars combined. The carny had been a bored looking teenager, would laugh every time he saw you guys walk back to the end of the line, but you both were too frustrated to even care. Beomgyu honestly didnt want the stupid fucking bear, it wasnt worth it, but in his mind, you needed this win (and he wanted this win for you, so bad)and so each time it was his turn, he would throw the ball more aggressively, trying to fight the look of disappointment on your face when the cup would resist the blow. He didn't want to feel bad, but he did, immensely, as he watched you throw the ball and grunt loudly. You start rubbing your temple out of sheer frustration before sighing. 

“One more go…Just one more go, okay?” You say to him, and he watches you line up one last time, the look of determination etched on your face. Only for the small child in front of you to knock the golden cup, the ringing congratulatory bell going off as you watch with a straight face. The cheers were so loud and in Beomgyu’s opinion, obnoxious, that he wanted nothing more than to just comfort you, take you away from the scene and offer you some solace, but the fear of rejection kept him from doing so. 

“Well, it's maze time.” You say as you watch the child and their parents walk off with the giant bear, your eyes reflecting shame, embarrassment and sadness. Beomgyu decided that his heart could bear the negative emotion in your eyes, it wasn't you,he thought.

“Hey what if we just get out of here? Get something to eat, yeah?” 

“N-no we cant! The paper! The maze! fireworks! We can't miss the fireworks! You bought me these tickets, we can let them go to waste!” you panic, but your eyes look defeated. Beomgyu doesn't want to burst your bubble, he really wishes things could have been different, but he can't stand the thought of watching you get disappointed again. With the way things are going, he knew the fireworks were gonna follow the same fate. He knew you to be optimistic, never letting things get you down, but he wasn't so sure as to why you were so determined for this day to go perfectly. You had never been so obsessed with the details before.  

“y/n… it's okay, really! … l-lets just go…” your eyebrows, that were slightly slanted and eyes that were soft, immediately switched to anger, with now furrowed eyebrows and flames in your eyes. 

“Y-you can go then. But I'm going to the maze. Don't follow me. ” You say stomping away, leaving Beomgyu shocked and guilty. He wasn't sure what was going on, what had made you so determined to finish the day, even if it meant you were no longer standing by the end of it. 

He felt horrible. All he wanted was to see your smile again, to see you enjoying the fair like he had hoped you would, yet this mysterious pressure was nearly forcing you into a breakdown. He wanted to fix this, needed to. He was determined now, no longer caring if he looked too doting, even if it made his feelings visible to you, he was going to make it up to you. Starting with that fucking bear. 

He stalks up to the stand, where the same bored looking teenager now stood with an amused look on his face, watching Beomgyu stand mere feet away from him. 

“How much for the bear.” They had replaced it with a new one already. 

“Not for sale, man, you gotta win.” 

Beomgyu stares at him, hoping to read him well. 

“Ill give you 50 bucks for it.” 

“Ha! Make it a hundred and you got a deal.” 

“60.” 

“120, and I'll throw in a ferris wheel ride with my buddy over there.” Beomgyu blushed at the thought. That sparked an idea. 

“During the fireworks?” the boy thought about it for a second. 

“I guess I can make that happen…might cost a bit extra though…” 

“Fuck, whatever. Deal.” 

–

Beomgyu thought about waiting for you outside of the maze entrance, but it had been 30 minutes and you were still not out. He had seen those that enter after you already come out and he began to feel nervous. Worried thoughts of missing the fireworks became worried thoughts of something happening to you in the maze. His worries got worse when your phone was sending him to voicemail. 

So with tired arms and heavy grunts, he walks into the maze, keeping track of his turns, which he learned he didn't have to, you weren't that far from the opening, yet, you were scrunched down, head buried in your hands, crying. 

“Y/N?” He says muffled the giant bear barely fitting through the small isles of corn. 

“Oh thank god!- Wait what the hell?” You said, tear stained cheeks, and now wide confused eyes staring at the bear that covered most of his body.

‘Why are you crying?” He asks, and it almost looks like the bear is talking. 

“I got lost…” You were lost in the presence of the bear, “D-Did you win this?” 

“Um…”

He had questions too, but as he looked up and realized that it was finally dark, he pulled your hand and began to run out of the maze, 

“Questions later! We're gonna be late!” 

“For?” 

“You’ll see!” 

—-

Once you got to the ferris wheel, you watched as Beomgyu walked past the long line into the stand. Beomgyu notices you are about to interrupt, glossy eyes and all, but turns when he hears his name. 

“You Beomgyu?” 

“Yes.” 

“Is the bear your date? If not, it's gonna have to stay down here, it's not gonna fit.” the carny chuckles, Beomgyu glares back. 

“Whatever gets me up there man.” 

“Hey… A-Are we getting on?” 

Beomgyu notices your face that was just laced with pure confusion. He smiles softly before leaving the bear behind, leading you to your cart, sitting next to you and securing your seatbelt. It's only then does he understand the gravity of the situation and he's thinking he might have flown a little too close to the sun. This was, very clearly, a romantic gesture, and Beomgyu had no plan, whatsoever. This was it, he planned getting you up here, watching the fireworks, but then what? What can you do on a ferris wheel in a platonic way? Talking! You could talk! Talk while you wait for the fireworks! 

He tries to think of things to say, but how can he?  when you are so close and he can smell your fruity perfume, mixed with a hint of coffee. Your lips ,that had always attracted his eyes to stare at them while you spoke, now don't have to say anything for him to notice them there, parted and soft before stretching into a shy smile. 

“...How did you do all this?” he shakes his head.

“That doesn't matter, I'm sorry the day has been such a mess and I haven't been much help either…” You scoff. 

“That's definitely not your fault, I'm sorry…the one that wanted to make this all perfect.” 

“Yeah, why is that?” Beomgyu feels self conscious as you stare at him for a minute, before laughing awkwardly. 

“Can I give you something? You promise not to laugh?” He feels the pressure from your words, fear of what may come next. Oh god, he thought, someone told you about his feelings… He nods anyway, accepting fate. You were now at the highest point on the ferris wheel, and Beomgyu begged for the show to start, scared of hearing what you were going to say. 

You reach into your bag, before pulling a thinly worn folded notebook paper before handing it to him. Written on top was his name and a small heart next to it. He shivered at the sight. 

“I-its a note… I wrote it the day of graduation” You laugh, “it's silly and it was never going to see the light of day, but I don't know…I felt ready. Well sorta…” You are looking away now, trying hard not to make it more awkward than you are starting to feel. The fireworks start, popping and lighting up the sky, but Beomgyu can't focus as he's now shakingly opening the note. 

A confession note. 

Beomgyu gasps, reading the contents, before looking at you. You’re looking up in admiration of the colors before you, the shapes that manifest in the night sky, a nervous smile sets on your lips, fingers nervously holding on to the rail of your cart. He knows you feel his gaze on you but refuses to turn to him. 

“Y/N…” 

“It's okay, Beomgyu! Really! I just…I needed to do something about this letter… I was holding on to it for way too long.” You're not really talking about the letter, Beomgyu believes. When he can't find the words yet, you continue. 

“I just.. I hope this doesn't change us, I hope we can still be friends… Please…” Pleading eyes are what finally meet Beomgyu’s shocked ones and he finds you so beautiful in this moment, he can’t bring himself to say everything that he's ever wanted to. That he has waited for some kind of sign for two years, that you had occupied a space in his heart since the first day he's met you, that he did all this just for you, and would never ask for anything in return, that your smile and presence was more than enough. But instead, hoping to convey the mutual feeling or perhaps stronger ones,  Beomgyu grabs your face by each side and brings you closer, and you let out a squeal, the fireworks only getting more aggressive and intense. And it matches the way Beomgyu’s heart is feeling, accelerated, like it's about to explode as he lays his lips on yours, feeling the petal likeness of your lips.

And the butterflies swarm all over his body when you finally kiss back, fluttering your eyes closed, and pressing further in, shivering from your own nerves slowly dissipating. He hopes you can feel everything he’s thinking, everything he wants you to know, but in case you didn't, he pulls back and looks at you, now possessed with the same determination you had all day: 

“I dont want to stay friends. I want to be with you. I want this, all the time. I like you, Y/N. Please, tell me this letter still means something."He pulls a stray hair behind your ear, watching the pinkness in your cheeks get darker. 

“O-Of course it does. It always will.” You whisper with shining eyes. Your hands that had been glued on the railing, now moving to his waist and wrapping them around and hugging him tight. He sighs and smiles widely, hands now holding you close, it was only then had he noticed that the cart was making its way back down. At the entrance, was the giant bear, sitting patiently as you both got off the wheel, trying to pretend neither of your hearts were still pounding from excitement and giddyness. The carny holds a fist bump with a smirk that beomgyu shyly returns before grabbing the bear. 

“W-we missed most of the show, sorry…” He says after a moment of walking in silence. Remembering the taste of you, already growing addicted.  

“No! Don't be… it was perfect, actually the whole day was.” You say, your eyes still beaming with what he can only hope for satisfaction and fondness.

He laughs at that. Before putting an arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer. Walking towards the car, you rambled about the maze, how the kid had to have had some steroid in him, he realized just how much the atmosphere has changed. The presence of something filled the air: the makings of new love. 

"You gotta let me borrow that shirt..."

"Shut. Up."

A/N: YAY!! you made it!!! thanks you for reading!! Like always, let me know what you think! :3

[hungermakesmonsters]

Congrats! 💕 I love to escape into your fics.l!

How about a Take Me By The Hand coda with pregnant reader? How attentive is Billy to readers needs, wants and desires do you think?

😭😭😭 omg okay yes, I love this and I love any and all opportunities to show how much that version of Billy loves to dote on his wife (and as it turns out most of her wants and needs are food related). After writing this, I do kinda want to write more like it at some point because I think it turned out extremely cute. Hope you like it and thanks for the request!

Your Eyes

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Fic Universe : Catch Me if You Can/Take Me By The Hand

Story Rating : PG 

Warnings : Pregnancy, hormonal reader.

Billy awoke to find your side of the bed cold and empty. A quick glance at his phone told him that it was 03:37. Instinctively he then looked towards the en-suite but found no light spilling from beneath the door.

"Sweetheart?" He called softly.

When he got no answer, Billy sat up, then got out of bed, stopping only momentarily to pull on a pair of boxers.

It didn't take long for him to find you — you were in the kitchen and you weren't exactly being quiet, opening and closing cupboards as you shuffled around, clearly looking for something.

"Sweetheart?"

His heart lurched in his chest as you turned to him, your eyes red and filled with tears. Your hand moved to your mouth to stifle a sob, leaving him wondering just how long you'd been down there, quietly crying.

Billy cleared the distance between you and gathered you in his arms, holding you tight.

"What's wrong?" He asked, needing to know how to help you, how to fix whatever this was.

There was no hiding the panic and the worry in his voice and, had you been in a better frame of mind, you would have sought to soothe him and reassure him that the issue at hand wasn't quite as catastrophic as you were making it seem.

"I — I'm hungry," you said awkward gasped sobs. "I'm always so hungry and tired."

"Oh, sweetheart," he said tenderly, pressing his lips to the top of your head, "what do you want to eat?"

"Mac and cheese but —" you took another awkward and gasped breath, shuddering in his arms, "— there isn't any."

He did his best to bite back a smile, knowing that it wasn't the time for it, even though he knew, come morning, you were going to be embarrassed by your behaviour. His hand ran up and down your back in a soothing motion, trying to settle you as he had done dozens of times before.

You weren't having the easiest of times with your pregnancy, but Billy had made it a point to be with you every step of the way. Including making sure the kitchen was stocked with all of your favourites.

"I picked up more mac and cheese on my way home," he told you softly.

He lingered for a minute before pulling away from you, moving across the kitchen to the cabinet above the microwave and opened it to show a whole shelf full of packs of mac and cheese.

Billy smiled, daring to hope that the problem was solved. What he didn't expect was for you to start sobbing again.

"That's not where it goes," you told him, pressing your hand to your mouth and crying all the more.

For a few seconds, all Billy could do was look at you, rendered speechless. Part of him wanted to laugh while another part of him wanted to join you in crying. But, again, he knew that you were tired and that your hormones were wreaking havoc on your emotions.

Grabbing a box from the cupboard, he quickly made his way back to you and pulled you into another hug, letting you cry against his bare chest for a few minutes until you started to settle again.

"Go back to bed, sweetheart. I'll make you something to eat," he told you, loosening his hold on you.

Reluctantly, you nodded, and Billy watched as you slowly left the kitchen and headed back upstairs.

It wasn't until you crawled back into bed and looked at your phone that you realised just how late it was. It was almost four in the morning and you had your poor husband in the kitchen making you food. It made you feel worse, terrible even. So much so that when Billy made his way into the bedroom with a tray full of food and not just the promised mac and cheese, you almost started crying again.

He set the tray on your lap and climbed back into bed beside you, but you didn't start eating.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked, ready to leap out of bed to get anything he might not have anticipated you wanting.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly, your voice trembling and threatening to break.

"Sweetheart, what for?"

"For waking you up — I know you're tired, and you've got work in the morning and —"

"Hey, no, don't be like that," Billy interrupted. "We're in this together, okay? Me and you. Whatever you need, whenever you need it."

As much as you might have wanted to argue, there was something firm in his tone, telling you that he wasn't going to let you argue.

"I'm sorry for being so upset all the time," you added.

"You don't have to apologise for anything," he told you, reaching for you hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I know none of this has been easy for you but, I promise you, I'm here for you. so, eat your mac and cheese before it gets cold, okay?"

As you nodded and reached for the fork, Billy reached across and plucked a chocolate chip cookie from the tray. He put the whole thing in his mouth and his ridiculousness managed to get a laugh from you.

"I'll work from home tomorrow," he said as he wiped cookie crumbs from his lips, "and you can rest. I'll look after you until you're feeling better."

"What if it doesn't get better," you asked between mouthfuls of cheesy pasta. "What if I'm like this for the next six months?"

"Then I'll spend the next six months looking after you," Billy answered, not hesitating for even a second.

"You can't take that much time off work."

"Sweetheart, it's my company. I can do whatever I want, so stop worrying about me."

You fell silent as you continued to eat; first the mac and cheese, then the remaining cookies, followed by a nibble on the bar of chocolate. The rest of the various little snacks were then ignored in favour of the chocolate milkshake he'd brought you, knowing it was your favourite.

When you were finished, Billy moved the tray, leaving it on the vanity to be dealt with in the morning. Then he snuggled up beside you in bed, tenderly placing his hand on your stomach.

"I love you," he muttered softly, letting out a contented sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder and started to settle down.

"Even though I'm acting like a crazy person?"

Billy let out a soft laugh and shook his head.

"You're not. But, yeah, even if you were, I'd still love you because you're mine and I'm yours. And, in six month times, all of this is going to be worth it when we get to meet our beautiful little girl."

"Little girl?" You repeated, yawning. "You think it's a girl?"

You'd both agreed that you didn't want to know, that it didn't matter. But Karen was already completely convinced that you'd have a girl, and she was already looking forward to being Auntie Karen to your daughter.

"Yeah, I think it's a girl. And I think she's gonna be beautiful and amazing like her mom," Billy answered.

You closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh of your own, exhausted but happy and, finally, relaxed.

"I want her to have your eyes," you murmured, already half asleep.

"Yeah?"

He waited a moment for your answer before realising you'd finally gone back to sleep.

A/N : if anything looks weird in terms of formatting in this, I wrote this in Ellipsus because I'm trying to move away from google docs.

[speaknow-sw]

YAY, okay so get this. I don’t want him and reader to have a drastic age difference maybe she’s 28 and he’s like mid 30s?

Anyways reader is married but her marriage ain’t doing what it used to, so her and James have been messing around for a few months. And then unbeknownst to her she finds out James and her husband are cousins after a family get together 😩.

And then they end up sneaking off and yeah

— 🫧 (this is so random idk what’s going on in my brain)

Coming, you now that a cheating AU was my first step on tumblr ? Feels good coming back to the roots (yearning).

We all deserves a man who’d do anything for us because he yearns for us so bad.

James smirked at your nervous whimper, his hands squeezing your hips possessively. "Relax, baby. You know he doesn't get home till 4:57, sharp as a whistle. We've got..." He glanced at the clock, a mischievous glint in his eye. "...12 minutes. Plenty of time."

His lips found your neck, trailing kisses along your sensitive skin. One hand slid up your side, cupping your breast through your shirt. "Besides, you can't resist me. I see the way you look at me when he's not around, craving my touch." He nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Mmm, and you taste even better than you look, love. I can't get enough of you." His other hand slid under your skirt, fingers brushing against your inner thigh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you're satisfied before he walks through that door. Multiple times." He chuckled lowly, his voice dripping with arrogant confidence and lustful promise.

“Jamie, you need to go.” You sighed, arching against him.

James grinned wickedly at your breathy sigh, feeling your body melt against his. "Mmm, not yet, gorgeous. I'm not done with you." His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against your lace-covered mound. He could feel the heat radiating through the fabric, knowing he had you worked up.

"Look at you, already so ready for me. You're insatiable, sugar." He rubbed you through your panties, feeling your dampness. "Fuck, I can feel how wet you are. You need my cock so bad, don't you?"

His other hand pushed your shirt up, exposing your bra-clasped breasts. He flicked the front clasp open, letting your tits spill out. "Beautiful," he murmured, before diving down and sucking a stiffening nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud, teasing and flicking it mercilessly.

Meanwhile, his hand pushed your panties aside, fingers delving into your soaked folds. He groaned around your nipple as he plunged two fingers into your tight cunt, pumping them in and out. "So fucking tight and wet, baby. I'm going to fill this pussy up so good." He rubbed your clit with his thumb, making your hips buck against his hand.

James froze, fingers still buried deep inside your dripping cunt, as the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway reached our ears. Your husband's car. Panic flashed in his eyes as he glanced at the clock - 4:57 PM. Shit.

"Fuck, that's him!" James hissed, yanking his fingers out of you and straightening your skirt. He grabbed your wrists, pulling you off the counter and spinning you around. "Go, now!" He gave you a little push towards the bedroom door.

But before you could take a step, the front door opened, and you heard your husband calling out, "Honey, I'm home!" His footsteps, heavy and purposeful, began to approach the kitchen.

James's eyes darted around frantically, then landed on the back door leading to the backyard. He grabbed your hand, pulling you towards it. "This way," he whispered urgently. "We'll sneak out the back and I’ll run away. Hurry!"

He cracked open the back door just enough to slip through, pulling you with him. The cool evening air hit your flushed skin as he led you quickly across the backyard, towards the gate that led to the alley behind your house. Your heart raced as you ran, terrified of getting caught. This was too close, too risky. But the thrill of it all, the danger, only heightened the intensity of your illicit affair with your husband's cousin.

You hid behind the garden shed and laughed, kissing sloppily. “Go.” You pushed him playfully.

James caught you in his arms, returning your desperate kiss with fervor. "Love you, baby. I'll call you later," he whispered against your lips before slipping out of your embrace and sprinting silently towards the alley gate. He paused for a moment, looking back at you with a roguish wink and a blown kiss, before disappearing into the gathering dusk.

You stood there, heart pounding, until his silhouette vanished from sight. Taking a deep breath, you crept back towards the house, tiptoeing in through the back door. The sound of the shower running upstairs reached your ears - your husband was in the bathroom, blissfully unaware of your transgression.

You made your way to the kitchen, trying to act casual as you grabbed a glass and poured yourself some water with shaking hands. You took a sip, trying to calm your nerves and cool your flushed cheeks. Just as you set the glass down, your husband appeared in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey honey, I'm home," he said, flashing you a smile. "I thought I heard voices in here. Did we have company?" He stepped closer, glancing around the empty kitchen. Your heart leapt into your throat, praying he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

“No ? I was in the garden, I got a call from my mom.”

Your husband raised an eyebrow slightly but seemed to accept your explanation. "Oh, okay. How's your mom doing?" He stepped closer, now standing right in front of you. The scent of his aftershave and the warm dampness of his freshly showered skin filled the air between you.

You nodded, hoping he couldn't detect the lingering aroma of James's cologne on your own skin, or the faint redness still coloring your cheeks and throat. "She's good, all is well. I was just... catching up on some family gossip." You forced a little laugh, praying he wouldn't notice the slight tremor in your voice.

He nodded, then glanced at the clock. "Well, I'm starving. Did you start on dinner yet?" He began to turn towards the fridge, and your breath caught in your throat. Would he notice anything out of place? The kitchen counter, perhaps, where James had pinned you just moments before. Where he had touched and teased and brought you to the brink of ecstasy, all while your unsuspecting husband worked just a few blocks away.

You swallowed hard, willing yourself to stay calm. "I was just about to. I thought I'd make that pasta recipe you like." Your voice sounded strained to your own ears. "I'll get started." You moved towards the pantry, needing a moment to collect yourself before facing him again. Before he could see the guilt and panic and shameful arousal warring in your eyes.

A week later, you found yourself at a large family gathering, mingling with cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. The backyard was filled with picnic tables groaning under the weight of potluck dishes, and the air buzzed with chatter and laughter. You sipped your wine, feeling a bit out of place among so many extended family members you didn't know well.

That's when you overheard a conversation between two older women discussing the family tree. Your ears perked up as you heard them mention James's name, followed by your husband's. Your heart nearly stopped as you realized they were comparing the two men's ages and birthdates, confirming what you had never dared to suspect.

"Did you know James and Mark are first cousins?" one woman asked the other.

"I didn't! Really? I always thought James was just a friend of the family," the other replied.

"They're Joe and Linda's boys, born just a year apart. Poor Linda, losing her son, and then her grandson..." The first woman shook her head sadly.

You felt the blood drain from your face as the horrible realization sank in. James, your secret lover, the man you had been cheating on your husband with for months now, was not only a family friend but your husband's cousin. The thought made you want to be sick.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder and spun around to see James standing there, a look of concern on his handsome face. "Hey, you alright? You look a little green," he said softly.

You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out. Instead, you grabbed his hand and pulled him around the side of the house, desperate for privacy. As soon as you were out of sight of the party, you turned to him with wild eyes.

"James, I just found out... I overheard them talking... and I can't believe it!" you gasped.

"Found out what?" he asked, perplexed. Then his eyes widened in understanding. "Oh. Fuck. You mean about me and Mark being cousins?" He ran a hand through his hair, looking as stunned and horrified as you felt.

"God, I can't believe this," you said, pacing back and forth. "I've been sleeping with my husband's cousin. My own cousin-in-law. That's so fucked up!"

James reached for you, but you stepped back, shaking your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” You whispered angrily.

James held up his hands in a placating gesture, trying to calm you down. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry, okay? I should have told you sooner. It's just... I didn't want to freak you out, you know?" He sighed, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"Believe me, I knew it was a bit weird, us being related, but only by marriage. I never thought it would be an issue, since you and Mark are... well, you know." He trailed off awkwardly, realizing the delicate nature of your situation.

He stepped closer, his voice low and urgent. "Look, I never meant to deceive you. I just thought, why make a big deal out of something so small? Especially when we both knew what we has is... special." His blue eyes searched yours imploringly.

"But I get it now. I see how much this bothers you, and I'm sorry. Truly sorry. I should have been upfront with you from the beginning." He reached out to take your hands in his, squeezing them gently. "Please forgive me, baby. I never wanted to hurt you or ruin what we have together."

His thumb brushed over your knuckles as he spoke, his touch both comforting and unsettling in light of your newfound knowledge. "I still want to be with you, baby. I want us to work this out, cousin or not. But I understand if you need some time to process all of this. I'll give you space, if that's what you want. Just please... don't push me away. Not now, not when I've finally found someone who means the world to me." His voice cracked with emotion, revealing the depth of his feelings for you.

You just sighed and trailed upstairs.

James followed you upstairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he climbed the steps behind you. He could sense your turmoil, could feel the conflict radiating off of you in waves. As you reached the landing, you spun around to face him, your blue eyes blazing with a mix of anger, confusion, and shameful desire.

"I don't know what to think," you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. "This changes everything, James. Everything I thought I knew about us, about my marriage, about my family..." You shook your head, looking lost.

James stepped closer, reaching out to cup your face in his strong hands. His thumbs brushed your cheeks, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. "I know, baby. I know it's a lot to take in. But please don't let it change how you feel about me, about us." His voice was low and earnest, his gaze intense as he held yours.

He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours. "I'm still the same man who loves you more than anything, darling. I'm still the one who would move heaven and earth to make you happy, to keep you safe and satisfied. Nothing about that has changed. You are everything !"

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the hard planes of his chest, the strength of his arms around you. "I know it's complicated, but I don't want to lose you. I can't lose you," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

James captured your mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all of his passion and desperation into it. He kissed you like a man starved, like you were the very air in his lungs. One hand slid up to tangle in your hair, while the other gripped your hip possessively, holding you tight against him.

He broke the kiss with a low groan, his breath ragged against your lips. "Tell me you still want this, baby," he pleaded, his voice rough with need. "Tell me you still want me, no matter what. Because God knows I want you. I want you so fucking much."

You gripped his collar and kissed him angrily. For a man so sweet he was so intoxicating. Too sweet for you.

James groaned into the angry kiss, feeling your passion and desperation mirroring his own. His hands roamed your curves greedily, squeezing and caressing every inch of you as if trying to memorize the feel of your body. He walked you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed you down onto the mattress, crawling over you with a hungry growl.

"Fuck, I need you," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. His hands slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and off in one swift motion. He took a moment to admire the sight of your breasts, barely contained by the lacy bra you wore. "You're so fucking beautiful, sugar. I can't get enough of you."

He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the swell of your breasts, his tongue dipping beneath the lace to tease the sensitive skin. His hands reached behind you, unhooking your bra with expert ease, freeing your tits from their confines. They bounced slightly as they were released, and James wasted no time in latching onto a stiff nipple, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud until you cried out in pleasure.

His other hand slid down your stomach, popping the button of your jeans and tugging the zipper down. He slipped a hand inside, cupping your mound possessively through the thin fabric of your panties. He could feel the heat emanating from your core, could sense how ready you were for him.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmured against your breast, rubbing your clothed slit teasingly. "I bet you're dripping, aren't you baby? I bet you're fucking soaked and ready for my cock."

He pushed your panties aside, plunging two fingers deep into your soaked cunt without warning. You gasped and arched off the bed, your inner walls clenching tight around the intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just right to hit that special spot deep inside that made your toes curl.

"Oh god, James!" you cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair. He looked up at you, his blue eyes dark with lust and hunger. He captured your mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing your moans and cries of pleasure as he fingered you hard and fast, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Your husband could never ! Never make you cream on his pathetic cock like I do. You belong to me. This face, this body, this magnificent tits are mine to brand, because…You. Are. Mine." He punctuated his words with sharp thrusts of his fingers, making you mewl.

James could feel your body trembling beneath him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he worked you closer to your peak. The sound of your desperate pleas, the way you were melting against his fingers, only spurred him on. He wanted to make you come undone, to shatter in his arms until you forgot about everything except the all-consuming pleasure he could give you.

"Come on, baby. Let go for me," he coaxed, his fingers pumping faster, harder. His thumb rubbed tight circles around your clit, the rough pad sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your core. "I want to feel you come on my fingers, want to taste your sweet little cunt as you cream all over me."

He leaned down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He licked a long, slow stripe up your slit before sealing his lips around your clit and suckling hard. He thrust his tongue inside you, fucking you with the slick muscle as he drank down your nectar greedily.

Your hands fisted in his hair, holding him in place as your hips bucked wildly against his face. He could feel your thighs starting to quake, could sense your impending orgasm building like a tidal wave. With a final hard suck to your clit, he pushed you over the edge, sending you careening into oblivion.

You screamed his name as you came, your cunt clamping down around his invading tongue like a vice. He could feel your honey flooding his mouth as he lapped it up, swallowing every last drop of your release. He worked you through your orgasm, his fingers and tongue never stopping their relentless assault until you collapsed back against the bed, boneless and sated.

Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He crawled up your body slowly, his eyes dark with satisfaction and hunger. "That's it, baby. You taste so fucking sweet when you come for me," he praised, his voice a low, sensual growl.

He settled between your thighs, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against your sensitive mound. He rocked his hips slowly, grinding his clothed cock against your slick, swollen folds. "I need to be inside you, sugar. I need to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my dick as I fuck you hard and deep. I need to fill you up until you're dripping with my seed."

“If only I had met you before Mark…” You mumbled.

James stilled at your whispered words, a flicker of emotion crossing his handsome face. His hips paused their slow grinding against yours, and he leaned up to cup your face in his strong hands. He brushed a few strands of blonde hair from your face, tucking them gently behind your ear as he gazed down at you with a mix of tenderness and longing.

"Don't say that, baby," he murmured softly, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of your cheek. "Don't dwell on what might have been. We can't change the past, only control our present and future."

He sighed, his breath warm against your skin. "I know this situation isn't ideal, but I don't regret a single moment we've shared together. I'm just grateful that I found you, that I got to experience this incredible connection with you." His voice was filled with sincerity and conviction.

James leaned in closer, resting his forehead against yours. "Maybe we weren't supposed to meet first, maybe our paths were always meant to cross like this. Maybe we needed to learn and grow as individuals before we could fully appreciate and cherish what we have now."

He captured your mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into the intimate embrace. "I love you, babe," he whispered against your lips. "Not because of circumstance or timing, but because of the amazing woman you are. And I'll keep loving you, no matter what challenges we face."

He rocked his hips slowly against yours once more, his hardness pressing insistently against your core. "I want to make love to you, baby. I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I need you in my life." He nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "Tell me you want the same, that you're still in this with me. Because I know I can't live without you."

He inhaled sharply. "Marry me…" He blurted out, his breathing uneven. "Divorce him and marry me. " He looked so small while saying this, so scared. "Listen I… I know I’m not him. I can’t give you a big house, a wealthy lifestyle, an allowance but… I love you baby. I love you so much and I know I can’t live without you. Be Mrs. Kelly and I promise, I promise I’ll struggle everyday to make it up to you. I have a piece of land out of New Orleans… I’ll build you a house with my bare hands. With everything you’d like. You could make jam or…anything. I’ll give you babies…beautiful babies… only if you want them. But please, I need you to be with me." He pleaded like a mad man desperate for air, for an ounce of oxygen to enter his lungs.

You stared up at James in shock, hardly believing your ears. Your heart raced as you took in the raw, desperate emotion etched into every line of his handsome face. He looked utterly wrecked, his blue eyes wild and pleading as he gazed down at you with naked vulnerability. In that moment, the confident, arrogant man you'd come to know melted away, revealing the deeply in love, slightly unhinged soul beneath.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of his words sank in. He wanted to marry you, to build a life with you, to give you everything he had to offer. And while it wasn't the lavish, picture-perfect future you'd once imagined for yourself, you knew with sudden, blinding clarity that it was exactly what you wanted too.

"Oh, James..." you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." The words spilled from your lips before you could stop them, and in an instant, his face transformed with pure, unadulterated joy.

He crashed his mouth against yours in a desperate, passionate kiss, pouring every ounce of his love and relief into the embrace. You kissed him back just as fiercely, tangling your fingers in his hair and arching up against him. He groaned into your mouth, one hand fisting in your blonde locks while the other slid down to grip your hip possessively.

When he finally broke the kiss, he pulled back just far enough to look into your eyes. His own blue orbs shone with unshed tears and raw, visceral emotion. "You've made me the happiest man alive," he murmured, his voice rough with feeling. "I promise you won't regret this, Evelyn. I swear to god, I'll spend every day of our lives together showing you how much you mean to me."

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Lego sets - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: paige buys lilah some gifts as a reward for getting good grades

»»— warnings: las!paige - i wrote this way before the draft lottery and was to lazy to change the team and teammates

»»— notes: finally finished bringing stuff over from wattpad!! now i just have to bring stuff from here over to wattpad 😔

»»— word count: 1.6k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Paige, Cameron, Rickea, and Rae all went to target today to get some necessities but Paige was also getting a few things for her daughter, as she had done really good on her spelling test and math test so P wanted to give Lilah a little reward. Paige and Lilah always have mama-daughter dates, and most of those date nights are exactly like this: eating take out or cooking together, baking some type of dessert (mostly already made cookie dough) and building legos while watching some game show on Netflix. It's both of their favorite things to do and they always cherish those nights as they don't get to do it a lot during the wnba season and Paige knew Lilahs gonna grow out of it eventually.

"What about Star Wars?" Rae asks holding up the gaint Darth Vader Lego set "we already did it a month ago" P says not even looking at her, focusing on the Lego boxes in front of her "okayyy what about the Eiffel Tower?" "Did it like 3 three weeks ago" "Stitch?" "A few years ago. Did it my fifth year of college." "Flowers" "have done multiple different ones" "alright we give up" Rickea says as she got tired of them all listing things off, just to immediately be shut down by Paige

Paige ignores them as they keep complaining about anything and everything, just looking at the legos trying to find some good ones, that P knows Lilah will love. That's when she sees a Moana set and a Disney Castle set, which is perfect for Lilah. Paige grabs those and put them in the cart that her and Rae are sharing, Cameron and Rickea sharing another cart.

"Finally! Can we go now?" Rae exclaims "No. I need to get a few more things. You guys can go to the front if you want, I'll meet you when I'm done." Paige says trying to make them not be annoyed anymore, as they all have been at the store for almost two hours, getting stuff they all needed or wanted in their houses. All of their feet's are starting to hurt and not mention they all have been stopped by fans like every 5 minutes.

"No, we're not gonna leave you alone when we've been stopped like 100 times already by fans. What else do you need to get? And why was it so important you get legos today?"Cameron cuts in before any of the other girls could "I need to get some cookie dough, tru fru, milk, chicken tenders, mac and cheese, carrots, mixed fruit, and a stuffed animal. And to answer your second question, Lilah got a B+ on her spelling test and a C+ on her math test, so we're gonna have a mama-daughter date night. The legos, Tru fru, and Stuffed animal are her reward and the food is her favorite meal, and we always bake something on m&d nights." Paige tells them "wait she passed? Those were the ones she was struggling with right?" Rickea asked "yeah, I was helping her study words in the locker room." Cameron cuts in before Paige can say anything "yeah she was struggling with those subjects a lot, so that's why I'm giving her a reward. She doesn't know that I know yet, as her teacher told me so it's gonna be a surprise."

"Alright so let's split up, me and cam will go get the cookie dough, milk, tru fru, and chicken tenders. You and Rae go get the stuffed animal, carrots, Mac and cheese, and mixed fruit. We can meet up at the self checkout. What kind of cookie dough and tru fru?" Rickea adds

"Chocolate chip cookie dough and for tru fru, bananas and strawberries." Paige answers making Rickea nod, and start turning around making Paige and Rae start doing the same, heading to where the stuffed animals are. "Hey Paige, wait" Rickea stops and turns around making P and Rae also do that "when you’re getting the stuffed animal, get some mini brands and lol dolls. I know Lil likes that stuff, My treat." Rickea continues "alright. Are you sure?" P asks "yep, I'm positive." Rickea says making Paige nod "ok, Thank you." Paige replies making Rickea nod and turn back around,- both groups going in different directions to get the rest of the stuff.

They all met up like planned and payed for their own stuff, Paige dropped them off at Cameron's apartment as they’re all getting ready together to go to a bar, and Paige took all her store bags home and set up what could be set up, before leaving to go pick lilah up from school. On the drive back to their home P told lilah that there was a surprise waiting for her making her get excited and start asking and guessing what it was. Obviously Paige wouldn't tell her.

When they got home Lilah was rushing Paige to unbuckle her and get her out of the car, at least Lilah still followed those rules when P knew she really wanted to just run to the house. Paige lifted her out of the car and set her on the ground "don't run yet, I need to get a few things from the car alright?" Paige asks her making Lilah immediately pout, Paige has learned to just ignored that though.

P made her way to the trunk and got her bag and lilahs school bag and then shut the trunk, lilah was still bouncing on the heels of her feet "cmon mama, I wanna see the surprise"

"Alright Alright, come here" Paige says chuckling slightly. P picks lilah up and put her on her hip and locks the car with her keys, then started making her way to the elevator to take the two of them to their apartment

Lilah is still trying to guess what it is and has listed the surprise about 4 times but P lied each time and said she was wrong. They make it to their apartment and Paige set Lilah down in front of the door, grabbed the keys out of her pocket - unlocking and opening the door for Lilah, which she immediately runs through.

She looks in the kitchen first and doesn't see anything as P put all the food away when she dropped the bags off, then she goes into the living room. Bingo!

She sees the legos, stuffed animal, lol dolls, and mini brands set up on the table, she sees the blankets and pillows that Paige brought out and put on the couch, and she sees their favorite game show "the circle" loaded up on the tv

"MAMA AND DAUGHTER DAY?!" She yells mispronouncing daughter "yep! You did so good on your math and spelling test, I figured you deserved a reward. Rickea bought you the lol dolls and mini brands though so you’ll need to thank her next time you see her. "

"I will! Thank you mama!" "Your welcome princess! But there is more, for dinner we are gonna have chicken tenders, mac and cheese, mixed fruit, and carrots. For dessert I got chocolate chip cookie dough, and another part of your reward is tru fru." She just squealed and ran up hugging Paige’s legs, P bent down a little and put one of her hands on Lilahs head and the other on her back, trying her best to hug Lilah back with the gaint height difference

"Alright babe, why don't you go get changed into your pjs and we will start dinner once you come back?" "Okay!" Lilah says and then runs off to her room

Paige goes to the kitchen and gets the chicken and mac and cheese out, filling a pot with water and turning the stove on. Once that's done P goes to her room and changes into her green plaid pj pants and a UConn zip up jacket. Walking back into the kitchen Paige sees Lilah wearing her Olaf onesie Azzi bought her so they could match, standing on her foot stool, leaning on the kitchen counter watching the water

"You ready to make dinner?" Paige asks her while walking closer and looking into the pot of water, seeing that it is boiling "yeah!" Paige opens the box of Kraft Mac and cheese and hand it to her  "dump that in the water"

After they made dinner and ate it, they put the leftovers away and got comfortable in the living room, setting blankets and pillows on the floor and making a giant bed/ pillow type thing in front of the living room table

Lilah decided she wanted to open the lol dolls and mini brands now, so while she was doing that Paige opened the Disney castle Legos and started reading the instructions

"Mama look" Lilah said excitedly making Paige look over at her and see her holding a few small food items from the mini brands "wow baby, you’re gonna have your very own pantry soon" that made Lilah giggle a little bit. Once she saw what P was doing Lilah put the other stuff away and pointed to the tv "circle?" Paige asked even though she knew what Lilah wanted, already grabbing the remote and turning on Netflix while she was nodding.

Once the shows turned on they both start working together (pretty much just Paige, while Lilah plays with the legos) to build the Disney castle. Eventually it was built and they cleaned up their mess, laying down on the couch and Lilah laying on Paige’s chest. Paige turned on a Disney movie for Lilah but she fell asleep holding onto Paige’s jacket not even 15 minutes in.

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neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

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i get soo mad every time a new hydro character gets announced or leaked and it's not a hydro claymore lmao. idk what part of my neurotype i can blame this on but it drives me up the fucking walls that it's been this long and it's now the ONLY weapon/element combo unaccounted for