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UNRAVEL — chapter two

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

tw: minimal swearing

themes: fluff, angst, little jealousy

word count: 6.1k

a/n: oh my goodness i’m in love with this chapter! i’m obsessed with this concept and them in general, so so cute my babies fr 🫶 please lemme know how u like it, feedback, etc. also if u wanna be on the tag list, tell me please! enjoy reading my lovelies 𝜗𝜚

the familiar ringtone echoes in azzi’s quiet room, pulling her from her consuming thoughts. she swipes to answer the facetime, and there was paige, her face glowing on the screen. her blonde hair was thrown in a messy ponytail, with a couple strands left loose, framing her face.

“hey!” azzi smiles in the phone, “i was wondering if you’d call.”

“sorry, practice ran longer than usual,” paige explains, her heart quickening at the sight of the brunette.

“typical. you need a break, p,” azzi says, voice laced with concern.

“nah, it’s all good. coach just wants to push me ‘til i reach my ‘full potential,’” she quotes with her fingers, rolling her eyes playfully.

“you’re already the best, though,” azzi notes, scrunching her eyebrows downward.

paige tries furiously to fight off her blush, quickly covering her cheeks with her palms. “you’re the best, az.”

azzi simply rolls her eyes at the comment— she attempts to ignore the swirling feeling erupting in her stomach, unsure what they mean.

“i miss hanging out so much,” azzi whispers, leaning herself back against her bed. “i miss you.”

“i miss you more,” paige replies, sharing a similar look of longing.

“how long has it been since we’ve seen each other? like, seven months?” azzi asks, prompting her elbows up.

paige nods as she pulls her lips into a straight line. she doesn’t let azzi know how much she thinks about her, how much she desperately wishes she was near every moment of every day. god, she would do anything to be close to her favorite person right about now.

the two girls continue their conversation, filled with collective laughter and buzzing energy radiating off them. amy, paige’s mother, peaks her head in her daughter’s room, observing paige throw her head back, chuckling at something azzi had said moments prior. she silently smiles to herself— she’s never seen paige like this before, being so consumed by a person, let alone her so called best friend. she automatically knew there was something more, something paige wouldn’t allow herself to admit.

when paige and azzi eventually end the facetime, after talking for about three hours back and forth, paige immediately knows what she needs to do. she pushes herself up off her bed, rushing out of her dark room, jogging until she reaches her mother’s room, where amy is sitting peacefully, with a book in her hands.

“mom,” paige says, “i need to ask you something.”

amy adverts her eyes to her daughter, who’s practically bubbling with anticipation. “what is it, paige?”

“before you say no, please just know it’ll make me the happiest girl in the world,” the blonde pleads, “i was wondering if maybe.. i could go visit azzi.”

amy turns her knowing smirk away from her daughter with her book, which she eventually closes and sets down in her lap. “and when would you do that?”

“i don’t know, preferably really soon.”

amy takes a moment to carefully consider paige’s words, yet she already knows her answer. for months, all paige would talk about is azzi. how talented she is at basketball, stories she shared on facetime, how much she misses hanging out with her— how much she misses her, in general.

the corner of amy’s lips tug into a small grin, already anticipating her daughter’s reaction. “i guess that’s fine.”

the young girl lets out a squeal before running up to her mother, pulling her into a tight embrace. “thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“we need to discuss the details first,” amy reminds her while she pats her back.

“of course! but i don’t wanna tell azzi— i was thinking kinda like a surprise visit,” paige replies, eyes sparkling with excitement.

as she pulls away, amy catches the light in her daughter’s eyes— an unmistakable blend of pure joy and determination. “that sounds fun. when do you want to go?”

“maybe next weekend, if that’s okay with you? and azzi’s parents, duh,” paige suggests, eagerly.

the lingering smirk on amy’s face widens, the warmth of paige’s enthusiasm wrapping around her. “alright, that’s fine by me. i’ll give katie a text.”

paige plops a kiss on her mother’s cheek to indicate how grateful she is. “thank you so much, mom. i’m so excited.”

“i know you are,” amy glances at the blonde.

as paige walks out of the room, amy watches her with a mix of affection and a touch of nostalgia, realizing how important this trip is for her daughter. how important azzi is to her. she knows it’s more than just a visit; it’s filled with friendship, growth, and a chance for something deeper to blossom.

several days pass, yet paige’s excitement to visit azzi only heightens. she can hardly believe she’s going to be with azzi in a matter of days, counting down the hours like a child waiting for a holiday.

every minute feels charged with anticipation. she’s been spending her evenings planning out the trip, jotting down all the things her and azzi could do together— basketball drills, movie nights, anything, really, as long as they’re by each other’s sides.

luckily, days prior, azzi’s parents were kind enough to agree, allowing paige into their home for a couple of days.

as the day of her departure approaches, paige packs up her bag, triple-checking to avoid leaving anything behind she might need. she grabs her bathroom necessitates— skincare products, toothbrush, floss, toothpaste— as well as a couple of causal, cozy outfits. she also stuffs in some smaller items, like her phone charger, deodorant, wallet, body spray.

once paige is all packed and ready to go, amy grabs her car keys, preparing to make the drive to the airport. no matter how many times amy suggested she comes with her, paige insisted she goes by herself— wanting to experience traveling alone for the first time.

paige slugs her duffel over her shoulder, slowly making her way out of the house and into the car. she pulls on her seatbelt, eager to feel the thrill of independence, but also eager to see her best friend for the first time in months.

the drive to the airport feels like it lasts forever, her anticipation growing beyond limits. however, she relishes every moment, imagining azzi’s face when she sees her.

“are you positive you don’t want me to go with you?” amy questions her daughter, throwing a swift glance her way.

paige nods lightly, “yeah, mom, i’m sure. i need to travel alone eventually.”

“i understand that, but you’re only 16, paige. it’s dangerous,” amy notes, concern laced in her tone.

“people my age fly by themselves all the time— it’s no big deal.”

amy lets out a soft sigh, “alright, if you say so. but please be careful, and stay with them the entire time— no funny business.”

paige rolls her eyes, “mom, i’m literally going there just for azzi. why would i leave?”

amy shrugs, “i don’t know, but you’re a teenager, who knows what y’all do.”

paige chuckles, a grin appearing on her face, “it’ll be good, trust me.”

the two grow silent, listening to the rhythmic beat of the music playing from the radio. paige’s gaze lingers on the window as her imagination runs free. she can’t wait to be close to azzi— to hug her, feel her warmth against her own frame. more importantly, she can’t wait to simply talk with her, in person. azzi seems to get paige, to understand her, better than anyone else in her life. she understands how she’s feeling— she even lets her rant on and on, listening to every word of her nonsense. paige and azzi’s friendship made them think so similarly, basically the same people at this point. the two practically live in each other’s skin with how well they know one another.

regardless of being long distance, paige and azzi’s friendship has remained well in tact. they facetime everyday, talking for hours on end, or until one of them falls asleep on call. each conversation they have feels like a lifeline, bridging the gap between their separate lives.

as the car finally rolls closer to the destination, paige feels a rush of energy and nerves. she can’t help but think what if things are different? she shakes her head, dismissing her doubts. deep down, she’s confident their bond will remain strong even after not seeing each other for months.

“are you ready to go?” amy asks, glancing over at her daughter once she parks the car.

“more than ready,” paige smiles, voice filled with determination.

the mother and daughter pair stroll into the airport, paige with her duffel bag loosely in her grip, and amy walking alongside her.

paige’s mother helps her get through security and everything she might require help for, and before she knows it, it’s time to board the plane.

“remember to call me as soon as you land,” amy squints her eyes, a hint of motherly concern in her tone.

paige playfully rolls her eyes back, “you know i will,” she assures her, “thanks, mom.”

with a final hug, paige steps out of her mother’s tight hold, gathers her belongings and begins walking over to the appropriate gate. the airport is bustling with activity, people going in and out at a rapid pace. yet, all paige can think about is azzi.

she boards the plane with no issues and eventually gets situated and comfortable in her seat. luckily, she has a window spot with nobody sitting directly next to her.

as the aircraft takes off, she gazes out the window, watching the ground fade away beneath her. she tries her best to contain her excitement, but the thought of being with azzi only fuels it further.

the few hours paige is on the plane, she takes the time to relax, watch a movie or two, and eventually heads to sleep peacefully. however, shortly after falling asleep, she stirs awake at a sudden shake of the plane.

she takes a deep, steady breath as the plane carefully lands at its designated runway. she feels a rush of relief crash over her once she realizes she’s made it safely to virginia. the sound of seatbelts unbuckling and the conversations of passengers fills the previous silence of the plane. she takes a moment to gather her things, heart racing as she is getting closer and closer to seeing her best friend.

paige takes the time to give a quick call to her mother, assuring her she’s alright and has made it to virginia safely.

with her heavy duffel thrown over the shoulder of the blonde, she scans the crowd, looking for the familiar faces of azzi’s parents, katie and tim. just as she spots tim, he waves enthusiastically, a wide smile plastered on his face. they previously agreed to come pick her up, which made paige feel much more welcomed.

“hey paige,” katie tilts her head, observing the young girl who continues to radiate eagerness.

“hello mrs. fudd,” paige lips turn up, nerves still swirling in her stomach.

katie gives her a soft, fast hug around her shoulders, “please call me katie, you know this.”

paige lets out a small laugh, “right, sorry.”

tim and paige exchange a quick hug as well, welcoming one another. “how’ve you been, kiddo?”

paige shrugs, “pretty good. basketball is really crazy right now.”

“ah, same for azzi. poor girl barely has any time for anything outside of basketball,” katie notes.

“i know, she’s told me like a thousand times,” paige chuckles at the memory of azzi ranting on and on about her practices.

tim and katie share a knowing look, subtle smiles on their lips. the three walk through security, then off to their parked car outside. tim takes the drivers seat, while katie positions herself in the passenger spot. jose, azzi’s brother, is seated on the right side in the back, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, clearly bored out of his mind. paige takes the seat next to him on the left, and gently setting her bag at her feet.

“hey jose,” she says.

“what’s up,” jose looks up, a smile on his face.

a comfortable silence hangs in the car as they travel down the road. finally, katie speaks up. “azzi’s going to be so happy about this.”

“i sure hope so,” paige says, “i know i am.”

azzi’s parents laugh, glancing at one another once more. “she’s been talking about wanting to see you so much, i’m glad it’s finally happening.”

paige’s eyebrows shoot up, “she talks about me?”

katie looks at the blonde in the rear view mirror, “practically everyday, paige.”

“it’s so annoying— always going on and on about paige this, and paige that. she’s like, obsessed with you, i swear,” jose adds, breaking his silence.

katie gives her son a look as paige’s eyes widen. she figures he’s kidding— there’s no way azzi is obsessed with her, even though paige definitely is.

“actually?” paige whispers, eyeing the young boy.

jose nods rapidly, a flick of annoyance on his face. paige feels her cheeks redden at the thought, although she is still unbelieving.

the car comes to stop, indicating they’ve arrived at the fudd home. paige’s heart pounds in her heart, her purse quickening at an abnormal rate. she swings open the car door, flinging her stuffed bag over her shoulders once more.

“i’m so excited for her reaction,” tim laughs, eyes crinkling.

“me too,” paige says through her wide grin.

katie unlocks and opens the front door, revealing an unusual silence. paige scans the room, looking for her favorite curly headed brunette. she gently sets down her duffel next to the empty couch, still questioning where azzi is.

“she’s probably in her room,” katie speaks up.

paige nods, slowly inching down the hallway before reaching a door labeled ‘azzi.’ she smiles, because it’s just so azzi.

she opens the door quietly, heart racing once again. inside, the room is dimly lit, fairy lights casting a warm glow. paige takes a moment to admire the chaos— books piled high, notes scattered across her desk.

looking to the left, her eyes finally lock on the familiar face of her best friend, who’s currently engrossed in a novel with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, not bothering to look up. paige smirks at the sight of azzi like this.

“you’re such a nerd,” paige says, eventually announcing her presence.

azzi looks up and is immediately taken aback. her lips part as shock washes over here, not quite understanding how paige is here, in her house, in her room.

not wasting a moment, azzi throws her book down, allowing her blanket to flow to the ground. she rushes paige, yanking her into her embrace— her arms wrap tightly around her back, squeezing the life out of her, trying to convince herself this isn’t some sort of sick dream.

“how are you here?” azzi murmurs against the blonde’s frame, who’s holding her equally as tight.

“my mom agreed to let me come here, after i practically begged,” paige laughs, casually adjusting her hand to be placed on the small of azzi’s back, “your parents picked me up from the airport.”

azzi nuzzles her face against the crook of paige’s neck, “i missed you so bad.”

paige’s smile only grows, stepping back until both she and azzi are sitting on her bed, still wrapped in each others warmth. azzi couldn’t get enough of paige, her best friend, being so close like they haven’t seen one another in months.

“i missed you, az.”

the two girls finally pull away, settling in a comfortable silence, the weight of being separated still hanging in the air.

“i can’t believe you’re really here,” azzi whispers, eyes roaming the blonde’s face.

“me either,” paige whispers back, holding eye contact.

a moment goes by with the pair just looking at each other— paige can’t seem to find a singular flaw in the entirety of azzi’s face. she’s one of the most stunning girls she’s ever laid eyes on. the way her brown curls hang around her face perfectly, to her cute dark brown eyes full of admiration. she could stare at azzi for hours.

paige clears her throat, breaking the moment before it becomes too heavy. “so, what do you wanna do?” she asks, a look of longing still apparent on her expression.

“um..” she takes a moment to think, trying to get her mind off the blonde in front of her, “we can watch a movie?”

“that sounds nice,” paige nods, agreeing with the idea.

the two girls make themselves comfortable on azzi’s messy bed— azzi lays closer to the wall, while paige lays out besides her, not quite touching the younger girl.

paige and azzi settle on one of their favorites, the parent trap. paige lets out a soft yawn, trying to keep her exhaustion at bay— she doesn’t want to go to bed yet, considering how little she’s talked with azzi so far.

throughout the course of the movie, the girls make small talk, discussing their favorite parts of the movie and basketball related things. paige brings up an nba game, to which azzi rolls her eyes, not caring if it isn’t about steph curry.

“azzi, paige, dinner is ready!” katie yells from down the hall.

the pair is slow to get up, eventually pulling themselves from their positions on azzi’s comfortable bed. they make their way down the hall, fingers nearly brushing, but paige pulls away before any touch can occur— it’s not that she doesn’t want to, she does— it’s the fear that prevents paige from pushing for anything further.

azzi’s family, including paige, find their designated spots at the dinner table. paige naturally sits next to azzi, scooting her chair slightly closer to her best friend.

as they eat, barely any conversations develop, as they are solely focused on the food in front of them. it isn’t until tim speaks up does the silence break.

“so paige, any boyfriends we should know about?” he questions before taking another bite of food.

paige coughs, choking on her food at his sudden question. paige glances at the brunette next to her, who is shy to meet her gaze.

“um, no— no boyfriend for me,” paige politely smiles, quickly turning her attention back to her plate.

azzi shifts in her spot, adjusting her legs quietly. paige lets out a jagged breath, noticing the growing, slightly awkward silence.

“azzi has a boyfriend,” jon, one of azzi’s brother, smirks.

paige feels her heart skip a beat at his comment— she’s never thought to ask azzi about her love life, it simply was never a conversation they ever had.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” azzi defends, throwing her younger brother a look. her lips pull into a line as she squirms in her seat.

paige’s gaze drag over azzi’s frame, her curiosity growing to an excessive amount. azzi briefly meets the blonde’s line of sight, a flash of vulnerability passing between them.

“really?” paige whispers, trying to keep her tone light despite the sudden tightness in her chest. “i didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

azzi fidgets, a mix of embarrassment and defensiveness swirling in her face. “it’s not serious or anything… we’re just hanging out,” she explains, her voice a bit quieter than usual.

as the meal wraps up, and the conversation flows between azzi and her family, paige can’t seem to shake the uneasy feeling in her chest. azzi has a boyfriend— well, a boy she’s hanging out with. she watches azzi laugh with her brothers, only intensifying the longing in her chest.

eventually, paige and azzi head back into azzi’s room; paige makes sure to widen their distance as the feeling from earlier still suffocates her. once inside, the familiar comfort settles around them again, but it feels different now, filled with unspoken words.

azzi flops on her bed, pulling a blanket, one of many, around her shoulders. “i’m so glad you’re here,” she says softly.

“me too,” paige murmurs, avoiding any sort of eye contact with the brunette.

a moment of silence stretches between them, the conversation from the dining table still making an impact. eventually, azzi breaks it, looking more serious than before. “is something wrong?”

paige looks at the ground, feeling embarrassed to be so upset over such a small thing. why is this having an effect on her? they’re best friends, not anything more.

“why didn’t you tell me about your boyfriend?” paige looks up, a hint of sadness in her tone.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” azzi repeats, but continues, “i don’t know, though. it’s nothing serious, so i figured it wasn’t really important.”

paige takes some time to digest azzi’s words. not long after does she reply, “i understand. i don’t think i’d tell you if i was seeing someone either.”

azzi’s lips scrunch, although she understands where the older girl is coming from. relationships, dating, any kind of love talk was unusual for them.

“what’s his name?” paige asks, trying to avoid anymore silence between them.

“jayden,” azzi smirks, eyes twinkling in the glow of light.

paige hums, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “jayden, huh? sounds… nice.”

azzi notices the slight tremor in paige’s voice, “yeah, he’s cool, i guess. we just hang out, like i said.”

“just hang out,” paige echoes, her mind racing with what that could entail. she bites her lip, trying to suppress the wave of emotion swelling within her. “what does that mean?”

azzi breaks eye contact, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “we talk, go to the mall, things like that,” she replies, her voice trailing off.

paige swallows hard, the weight of azzi’s words settling in, “but you like him?”

azzi hesitates, her fingers twist the fabric of the blanket that’s wrapped around her. “i mean.. maybe a little? i’m not in love with him, or anything.”

paige nods slowly, but the pit in her stomach doesn’t ease. “i see.”

more silence stretches between the two girls, unsure what to say next.

“are you… okay?” azzi asks, noticing paige’s change in mood.

paige flicks her head to look at azzi, “yeah, sorry— it just caught me off guard, y’know.”

azzi nods, understanding where she’s coming from. “i get that,” she whispers.

azzi turns back on the movie they were previously watching before getting interrupted for dinner, making herself more comfortable on her bed. paige lays out on a beanbag, not bothering to share the bed with the younger girl.

they watch the parent trap quietly, not wanting to force any conversation. eventually, night rolls around and the movie ends, the soft glow of the screen flickering out. azzi yawns and stretches, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“wanna call it a night?” she says, glancing at the clock.

paige nods, though she feels a pang of reluctance at the thought of leaving the comfort of their time together. “yeah, that sounds good.”

azzi smiles gently before gesturing to the empty space next to her on the bed. “you can come over here. there’s plenty of room, and much more comfortable than the beanbag.”

paige hesitates, wondering if the tension from their previous conversation still hangs. “you sure?”

“of course,” azzi assures her, her voice light and genuine.

with a sigh of relief, paige moves off the beanbag and shuffles over to the bed, where azzi lays fully under the covers. she settles in besides azzi, the warmth of her friend’s presence instantly soothing her. they lie side by side, yet the distance between the girls is evident.

paige adjusts her position, allowing herself to face azzi, although she’s turned towards the wall. she stares at the back of azzi’s head, thoughts still consuming her. her mind goes back and forth, wondering why it matters that azzi’s talking to a boy. she’s her friend, why does she care?

she tries to convince herself it’s something else, a reason that doesn’t involve any sort of feelings towards the girl in front of her. she takes a deep breath, focusing on the rise and fall of azzi’s shoulders instead. yet the truth lingers, unacknowledged and nagging.

paige stirs away, eyes pulling apart ever so slightly, just enough to glimpse at the brunette laying peacefully asleep next to her. it remains dark, telling paige it’s the middle of the night.

the older girl realizes the distance between them has shortened, making azzi only inches apart from herself. their legs are twisted together, while her hand is loosely on her forearm.

feeling bold, trying to ignore the speed of her pulse, paige gently intertwines her fingers with azzi’s. an innocent act of affection that feels natural— considering they’ve done it countless times before— yet it’s filled with more tension than before.

azzi shifts slightly, a light sigh escaping her lips, but she doesn’t fully wake. instead, she instinctively squeezes paige’s hand, a sleepy smile on her face.

paige swears she feels her heart skip a beat. “az,” she whispers, but azzi only moves closer, nuzzling deeper in her pillow.

with a gentle smirk, paige rubs her thumbs against azzi’s hand, feeling a comforting warmth spread between them. it feels perfect, their shared moment— paige tries desperately to ignore how much she enjoys touching azzi, regardless of how little holding her hand is.

as the world outside fades away, nothing but the sound of azzi’s soft breathing in the air, paige allows herself to relax, drifting off to sleep with a new sense of peace, knowing that they’re connected, even in the dark.

two days pass with paige staying with azzi, enjoying her company and wishing she could stay with her, forever. the laughter they share throughout the day and the quiet moments spent talking about whatever comes to mind, each day filled with a new layer of intimacy and admiration for the other. they walk hand in hand, convincing themselves every pair of friends casually do it, while they steal glances at each other, lingering just a minute too long.

as the third and final day of paige’s stay settles in, paige curls up in a blanket, positioned on azzi’s bed— the soft glow of the moon casting a silver light through the window. azzi has been unusually quiet the entire day, lost in her own consuming thoughts. paige sensed it ever since earlier, but hasn’t questioned her about it— as she drifts asleep, she silently hopes her best friend is doing alright.

around midnight, the soft sound of rustling pulls paige from her dreams. she painfully opens her eyes to see azzi crawling through the window, eyes red with tear stained cheeks. “azzi?” she whispers, her heart racing as she sits up, becoming highly alert.

azzi looks up, her eyes wide and glistening with fresh tears, “i’m sorry—“ she begins, voice shaky, “sorry for waking you.”

paige quickly moves until she reaches the brunette, pulling her down to sit on the bed, facing her. “what’s wrong, az? where were you?”

“i went to see jayden… he said he wanted to see me,” azzi whispers, shame laced in her voice, “he tried to kiss me and i panicked, so i pulled away. after that he kept saying mean things, like how he never liked me, how i’m not even pretty…”

paige swears she hears her own heart crack at the vulnerability of azzi’s words. without hesitation, she wraps her arms around azzi, pulling her close in a comforting manner. “i’m so sorry, az,” she mutters softly, feeling her friend’s body against hers, “you deserve to be treated so much better than that.”

azzi’s shoulders tremble as she leans further into paige’s grip, already feeling better with paige’s presence near. “i don’t know why i’m crying, i didn’t even like him that much. it’s just the things he kept saying…” she continues, letting out a small hiccup.

paige rubs her hand back and forth on azzi’s back, trying to soothe the girl. with this doing, azzi grows too consumed in how good it feels to be in the arms of paige.

paige pulls back slightly, just enough to view her face. “you are so special, azzi. please don’t let some boy make you feel any different.” with that, she leans in and kisses azzi’s forehead, her hands coming up to cradle her face. she drags her lips down to her cheeks, covering every inch of her face with soft, featherlike kisses. azzi’s heart lunges in her chest, feeling her pulse heighten with every kiss paige plants on her tear-stained face. when she places a final, longer kiss along her jaw, she looks up, “and for the record, he’s wrong for saying you’re not pretty. you’re fucking perfect, az.”

she sniffles, a small smile breaking through her now fading sadness.

when paige pulls away, azzi’s lips apart, wearing a hint of shock in her expression. her eyes roam the familiar blue ones that she loves all too much as tension hangs between them.

“please don’t leave tomorrow,” azzi shuts her eyes, dread of paige’s departure now overpowering her thoughts. she leans her head to touch paige’s shoulder, as her hands find their way to the blonde’s waist.

paige leans into the touch of the younger girl, not willing to admit how much she loves the feel of azzi’s hands on her body. “trust me, i don’t want to,” she replies quietly, her pulse racing at their closeness.

“then stay,” azzi attempts a smile, “stay here, with me. stay forever if you want.”

“you know i want to,” paige whispers, her voice thick with raw emotion.

azzi searches paige’s eyes, lost in her bright blue irises. her gaze drops to her lips for a brief moment, before meeting her eyes once more. paige shallows, feeling the tension fuel between them. before the blonde has time to react, azzi leans forward, connecting their lips in a soft, tender kiss. paige kisses her back, soaking up and savoring every second azzi’s lips are on hers.

the kiss dies out when azzi slowly, hesitantly pulls away, regardless of her brain screaming to continue. she takes her grip off paige’s waist, looking down nervously— did she screw everything up?

paige notices azzi’s face, clearly racked with anxiety. “it’s okay, az.” she gives her arm one last squeeze before the two girls crawl back into bed, creating some distance to avoid any further tension.

azzi soon drifts off, sleep overtaking her body after wearing herself out from all her crying. paige, however, lets her mind run free, questioning and worrying if something as little as a kiss they shared has the potential to ruin their friendship. will things change between them?

paige forces her eyes shut, trying to focus her energy on getting some rest. those attempts are useless, though— paige barely gets any sleep that night.

the morning arrives slowly for paige, considering the little amount of sleep she got throughout the night. sunlight creeps through the window, casting a gentle glow in the room. she blinks, adjusting her eyes to the light. realization that today is the day— the day she leaves azzi— sets in, making her breath hitch in her throat.

sitting up, paige glances at azzi, still soundlessly sleeping, her hair tousled in a such a perfect way. for a moment, paige allows herself to savor the sight, the way her best friend looks so serene, completely at ease.

with a heavy heart, paige gently nudges azzi. “hey, sleepyhead,” she whispers, keeping her voice light.

azzi stirs, blinking sleepily at paige. “what time is it?” she mumbles.

“eight in the morning,” paige replies, forcing a smile despite the tightening in her chest. “i have to pack.”

azzi eventually sits up, the remnants of last night’s emotions washing over her. she shifts, feeling the awkward tension arrive in the air. “you’re really leaving, aren’t you?”

“yeah. i wish i didn’t have to,” paige nods, shallowing hard.

azzi bites her lip, a flicker of sadness in her eyes. “me too, p.”

paige lets out a quiet sigh, trying to hold her heart from crushing in her chest.

paige spends the next few minutes silently packing up her duffel, wishing to god for one more day, here— with azzi, her azzi. she stuffs her toiletries into the pockets, alongside the outfits she previously packed. azzi watches, mentally preparing herself to watch her best friend leave, again.

“do you want help?” azzi asks.

paige shakes her head, trying to maintain her focus and continue packing. “no, i’ve got it. thanks though,” she answers.

as paige zips up her bag, the room feels suffocatingly quiet with all the unspoken words around them. “i hate this,” azzi whispers, voice thick. “i really don’t want you to go.”

paige turns to face her, the sight of azzi’s vulnerable side striking a chord deep within her. “neither do i,” she says, stepping closer, “it’s alright— i’ll come back eventually.”

“promise?” azzi’s eyes search paige’s, looking for the reassurance she so desperately needs.

“i promise, az,” paige says firmly, tone full of sincerity.

paige finishes up packing her bag, trying to drag her thoughts from overwhelming her brain completely. katie starts up the car as paige throws her duffel in, reality crashing down on her hard. azzi decides to join her for the car ride to the airport, wanting to stay with paige as long as she possibly can. the two girls climb into the backseat together, the tension in the air palpable.

as they drive towards the airport, the city flashing by, yet paige feels as if the time has slowed. her gaze trails azzi’s figure, who’s staring out the window, lost in thought. “you okay?” paige nudges her softly.

azzi shrugs, “it feels too real now,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

“i know,” paige sighs, equally as quiet. she reaches for azzi’s hand, giving it a squeeze, capturing everything she wishes she could say.

they arrive at the airport— paige’s stomach curls just looking at the large doors, awaiting her entrance.

katie parks the car and the three step out into the chilling air, not bothering to make discussion. they roam into the airport; the sound of travelers and announcements fill the atmosphere, but all paige can focus on is azzi— azzi, who she’ll be leaving in a matter of minutes.

“let’s get you checked in,” katie suggests.

as they walk towards the terminal area of the airport, paige keeps the brunette closer, grabbing onto her arm to avoid loosing her in the crowd of people.

after successfully checking in, the moments of paige and azzi are limited. paige glances at her, her heart beating faster and faster. “i wish i could take you with me.”

“me too,” azzi whispers, attempting to smile at the blonde.

a couple of minutes pass with paige and azzi remaining close in distance, dreading the announcement of her broading. when it later comes, paige arises from her seat, as does azzi.

paige doesn’t wait to pull her friend into her arms, wrapping them around her frame. azzi clutches onto paige as if she’ll never see her again, squeezing her eyes closed, wishing she could stay like this forever— in paige’s arms, surrounded by her warmth.

they pull back, hands continuing to explore each others bodies in a friendly manner. paige’s blue eyes meet azzi’s brown ones, sharing a look of unspoken affection— fear, love, and an undeniable connection.

“i’ll miss you so much,” azzi reminds her, eyebrows pinching down.

“i’ll miss you more,” paige smiles, ignoring the knot in her stomach. “love you, az.”

azzi’s breath hitches in her throat, “i love you too,” she mutters, leaning in to place a long kiss on her cheek, cupping the back of her head for support.

paige turns, eyes finally tearing away from azzi as she begins walking to her gate. she glances back, finding azzi still watching her leave, looking as sad as she feels. she offers a wave and a small smile, in a way to let her know she’ll be back, when the time is right.

paige immediately pulls out her phone, not waiting a moment to text azzi.

just landed. i miss you already. can’t wait to see you again, she texts.

the response is quick: missing you loads more. facetime when you get home?

the corners of paige’s lips quirk up— obviously, she replies, excitement bubbling through her.

with a smile, paige tucks her phone away, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her. she knows she won’t be seeing azzi for a while— months, maybe more— but she knows their connection, their friendship can withstand the distance between them.

#azzi fudd #paige bueckers #pazzi #uconn wbb #paige x azzi #basketball #uconn huskies #fanfic #fan fiction #best friends #lovers #cuteness

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willyoubemycherryy · 15 hours ago

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2 𝓭𝓪𝔂𝓼 (𝓕. 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓪𝓻)

Didn’t I tell y’all I was on the case?? He’s a bad mama jama and his accent is sexy. Here’s my heart, it’s yours.

Contains: kissing and I mean nasty kissing, drool, Fiyero is kinda obsessed and unhinged, you’re BOTH pent up, finger!ng, cursing, dirty talk, grinding, some hair pulling, multiple 0rgasms, unprotected worm riding😂, manhandling, and a whole lotta getting railed🤠 (I’m absolutely insane for him and this shows)

<333

“Alright, bye! Have a save trip back! Love you!” You yell after all your brothers and sisters, having hugged the last of them as they all exit your apartment early morning exactly 2 days later. You exhale a sigh of relief as you watch through the window at them loading into their cars and pulling off, smiling as one of your older sisters blows a kiss at your place before driving off.

A feeling of giddiness overtakes you because you can finally relax, closing your eyes for a moment as you take in the silence with a grin.

Dead calm. Oh, how you missed it.

The smell of your still burning sugar plum fairy fills the space and you push yourself off the wall to start cleaning, wanting to erase any and all traces of the headache that was most of your family.

As you’re cleaning, you find yourself thinking of everything that happened during the longest 7 days of your life. After the break with Fiyero in the bathroom and later sneaking him out the house so nobody ever found out he was in the bathroom with you- especially your sister- you all had went back to the shopping center in matching ugly pajamas to take purposely awkward pictures to send out. The poses were bad enough but Fiyero being witness had almost killed you with embarrassment. You guys made cookies and Fiyero hung around as the “judge” (it wasn’t a competition) while your sister not so subtle praised him for his looks. She didn’t know you two were dating so you let it slide but after a while you were concerned if Fiyero’s head would fit through the door with how big she was making it. Another thing you all did was something called “blind karaoke”. Basically, someone picked a random instrumental of a song and for whoever’s turn it was, they were supposed to sing the correct lyrics to that song and if they failed a certain number of times then they were “voted off the island”. It was chaotic with plenty of cheating accusations but fun.

Pausing, you look around, not even noticing how much you got done. Counters clean, floor swept and vacuumed; you decide to shower. Thankfully you cleaned your bathroom last night so less for you to do and the guest room will wait. Stripping off your clothes and turning the water on, you tie your hair up while you wait for the water to heat up, stepping in once you see the steam.

Hot water pours all over your body, soothing your muscles. It feels absolutely delightful, making you stretch with a soft hum. The atmosphere is quiet but not eerie as you gently go about your routine. You huff out a little laugh as you remember Fiyero’s critique on your shower routine that he found odd.

“You’re actually exfoliating first?” Eyebrows raised high as he watched you from where he sat on top of the closed toilet seat.

“I don’t think I like that judgey tone of yours.” You reply breezily, ignoring as you continue.

“No- I’d never-! I’m just saying wouldn’t it make sense to after you get all…soapy?” His eyes trail down your form slower, voice dropping at that last word and you flick water at him to keep him focused which doesn’t work the way you planned as Fiyero sticks out his tongue to catch more. You roll your eyes at his ridiculousness.

“Freak of nature. But no, exfoliating first helps the soap clean skin better. Y’know…the part where I get all soapy.” His eyes stay on you, licking his lips as he nods slowly and suddenly your chest feels warmer.

“I see. By all means then, continue.” You flush all over from the way he sounds but you play as if you weren’t affected at all despite the whole thing being strangely erotic. You completely naked and wet, while he watched you touch all over said naked skin while being completely clothed.

“You’ll stay the innocent bystander, won’t you?”, making your voice even sweeter, you coo at him. Your teasing backfires as Fiyero’s words send shivers up your spine.

“No promises, sweetheart.”

You rush to get out before you relive the rest of the way your little shower played out, wrapping a fluffy towel around you as you head to your room, still flushed from the memory and the heat of the water. The sweet smelling lotion you put on feels extra nice against your freshly shaved skin, as you rub it In absentmindedly; still distracted by your thoughts.

Since a hoard of your closest family members had been virtually stuck up your butt for a week, even though Fiyero had been around, you two never had a chance to be alone. Your thighs clench at the thought of the last time his hands were on you, suppressing a desperate whine, falling back onto the warm bedding. Confused as to why the bed was so warm until you remember that you’d left your heated blanket on.

You ignore the new ache in your core as you sigh, closing your eyes and turning over on your stomach. Dosing off before you know it, dreaming of pretty dimples and devious hands…

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You awake to the feeling of soft warm lips pressing all over your skin. A light gasp leaves you when they trail lower, kissing down your back and over your ass as big hands start to knead your shoulders. You call his name, a lovely purr to his ears and Fiyero hums.

“It’s been 2 days, pretty girl.“

A needier gasp comes from you and Fiyero closes his eyes as it reminds him of all the other delicious sounds he can get you to make. He told you earlier that week that he’d be back over after your family left. One: to give you time to wind down after and two: because he needed to cool off. It had been harder than he thought to keep his hands off you- used to following the pull that inspired him to be close to you at all times. Fiyero had been anticipating your reunion, missing you- wanting you so bad..but out of all the ways he’d pictured finally being alone with you going; finding you completely naked smelling like dessert and looking just like it on a warm bed wasn’t one of them. Not that he was complaining.

Feeling the bed shift, his blue eyes flicker down to see your soft thighs slightly parted, giving him the tiniest peek of the slick that’s already beginning to gather, your smooth hips shifting restlessly.

His mouth comes down heavy on your neck with wet kisses, hands wedging underneath you to pull and massage at your hard nipples. Your eyes roll back in pleasure, moaning his name, Fiyero groaning back at how responsive you are. The room feels 10 degrees hotter but it’s so good, your body thrumming as your clit pulses.

“Baby-“, the way you call out for him has him flipping you over so fast you get dizzy. You have only a few seconds to look up into his blown pupils before a pleasant current rocks through your body when Fiyero slots himself flush against your body, sucking wetly at your ears, jaw, neck, and wherever he can reach. His low groans vibrate through you and you don’t hesitate to grind up against his length, the material of his jeans giving you perfect friction, writhing and whining in pleasure. Your body jolts everytime his hips roll and his clothed cock hits your clit just right.

“Mmphf-!” Your grind becomes smoother, causing you and Fiyero to look down, seeing the dark patch your wetness left on the front of his pants. Fiyero furrows his brow before tangling a hand in your hair, dragging your panting mouth to his.

You melt like chocolate under him. Thick heavy fog fills your head and your bring your hands up to feel underneath his shirt, his flexing muscles and the patch of soft hair leading to your favorite place had you positively lightheaded. The kiss is messy and intense. His mouth demanding and merciless; he licks at the seam of your lips before shoving his tongue inside, melding it against yours as his blood rushes from the sensations and your fucked out moans.

If he thought you were wet before, it’s nothing compared to now, as he slips his hand between your spread legs.

You break apart with a gasp but you don’t get far with Fiyero’s hand in your hair as he growls against your open mouth, lips wet. In a clearer state of mind, the sounds coming out of you would have shamed you long into the future but you can’t find the concern for that anytime soon especially when you feel two thick fingers slide into you, wasting no time in fucking your tight walls.

“Damn- look at you…such a good girl, gettin’ so wet f’me”, Fiyero rasps out, not expecting an answer with the hearts in your eyes. Your cunt was practically strangling his fingers, each drag out only bought more arousal from your messy hole, the noises filling the room alongside your voice. It was everywhere and Fiyero closes his eyes at the sudden image of your knees pressed to your armpits, fat lips getting spread open as he licked you raw.

You felt so good you were on the verge of tears, hiccuping moans bubbling out of you as you finally got what you needed. Your shaky hands had undone his pants but couldn’t steady strong enough to pull them down, settling for massaging the fat length in his pants, all the pre made the glide easy, your head swimming when you imagine being fucked by it.

However, you don’t know if you even make it that far because you’re already so close to orgasm and he knows it, adding a third finger to stretch you out and the nasty squelch has him pulsing hard in your hands. His fingers go from thrusting to aiming upwards, hitting that special patch of nerves inside you and you’re soaking the bedding with all the slick pooling from you.

Drool seeps from the side of your lips and your so gone you don’t even notice Fiyero lick it off until he whispers against your lips after a particularly rough grind of his fingers has you keening high,

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me-“ he cuts off with a gasp when your thumb rubs hard into his leaking tip, heat racing up his spine like electricity.

“Y’gonna cum for me sweetheart? Gonna let her make a mess for me?”

Your lower stomach spasms visibly and he can barely move his hand from how tight your cunt is, hard clit pulsing against his thumb.

“Yeah, you are.”

In the last seconds before you come, you’re grateful that you’re pinned under him because if you were let loose, you could bite the roof of a house from how feral you’re feeling. One last roll of your soaked nub and you unravel with a scream.

Fiyero’s mouth covers yours in time before you convince your neighbors of possible murder, licking into it and swallowing your screams as you white out from the intensity, each spasm of your stuffed walls sending you higher and it takes a while for you to come down.

Popping of your mouth to give you a chance to breathe, Fiyero strips his shirt off, eyes on your boneless form. A light sheen of sweat coated both of your bodies but you’re far from done. Tilting your head up just in time to see Fiyero take his pants off, biting your swollen lips at way his fat cock slapped against his stomach, thick thighs flexing as he makes his way back on top of you. Your heart pounds hard enough to be felt through your entire body when he takes your hand, dragging it slow down his chest before pulling your hand back up, sucking the digits with a low hum, pleased at the flush that blooms all over you.

Fiyero slides his cock between your lips, coating himself with your arousal as he lines himself up to your hole. You whine in protest, “wait, lemme suck you off first-“ you’re cut off with a sharp moan when Fiyero slaps the head of his cock directly on your clit, blue eyes almost black as the sea at night as he stares down at you, voice heady and thick with desire.

“Later…but right now-“ he pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb, licking a stripe across your teeth, he continues, “mmm, right now, I need you to take it for me. She can do that f’me right, pretty?”

You nod so hard it almost gives you a headache but the soft chuckle from Fiyero adds to the pleasant buzz as he slides in, gripping your hips as you moan in unison.

You were always tight but after a week of no contact, you were damn near choking his cock as it stretched you out. Your scent — how fucking soft you are — your voice — the way your wetness left messy strings dripping off his cock every time he pulled out— everything was too much. He wouldn’t be able to go slow like this, the sound of your warbled desperate moans ricocheting off his skull and driving him insane.

The first slide in of Fiyero’s cock is always overwhelming. You doesn’t think you’ll ever not be gagging for this, the feel of his filling you up. You bite down on a moan, arching your back further, you need more. The darkly-amused chuckle Fiyero gives just makes your blood run that much hotter. You don’t have time beg him to fuck you stupid before he thrusts, relentless and brutal, fucking into you so good you sob from it. So good, so fucking good, you’re going to feel the ache in you for days but it’s exactly how you need it.

Fiyero’s abs contract, head tipping back at the way you feel, grinding and whining down onto his cock; letting him have you so wet and pliant as he rams into all your spots, trying not to lose himself in the waves of you. Unfortunately, you can’t help it — you feel yourself clench hard around him, hips twitching as he grabs your waist, holding your ass tilted up to hit deeper as he pounds you. Eyes rolling back at the stifling the cry from your throat as his cock bottoms out with every wonderful thrust inside you.

The room fills with obscene sounds: your scream moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Fiyero plunges into it. Air can’t come fast enough and you know if you cum now you’ll pass out but you needed this so bad, whining as Fiyero takes two swollen nipples between his fingers rolling them, enjoying the cute way you cried for him.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?”, Fiyero coos down at your tear stained, drooling face, furrowed in pleasure. You try to prove him wrong; that you’re not coming, that you’re not about to make a mess but you give up quick. It just felt too good.

“Mmhm! Yes- cummin’!”, you let out a ear piercing wail as you get closer, almost right there, looking at Fiyero with pretty lidded eyes like he hung the stars in the sky just for you.

“Cum,” he breathes hot in your ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Make your mess all over me, baby.”

You cry out against Fiyero, hips humping against his cock, shaking violently, back arching, almost lifting off the bed completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull. Drool dribbles down your lips between moans; dripping, your cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Fiyero’s cock in as far as you can.

Fiyero grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he’s hurdled quickly towards his climax, lost in your pull. He cums with a wrecked low moan, burying himself deeper in the wet heat of your cunt, releases as deep inside you as he can. Lowering himself on you in a satisfied heap.

You two stay like that for a while, catching your breath, kissing softer this time- less rushed like you aren’t in a race to get the other pregnant by midnight, basking in the afterglow. He’s heavy like this. Laying completely over you but you love it, closing your eyes as you snuggle into him. He’s like a giant weighted pillow.

Fiyero is the first to move since you won’t be going anywhere for a while, looking down at you tenderly, rubbing the tip of his nose gently against yours, and you smile back tiredly.

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be ready to rock your world, pretty boy.” You say it like it’s a promise and Fiyero laughs because he’s always the one to tire you out.

“Cute. Maybe you’re just being cocky because we’re alone?”

“Guess you’ll have find out”, you say through giggles, squirming at the sounds he blows into your neck, smiling with you.

“I can’t wait.”

#wicked fiyero #fiyero tigelaar x reader #fiyero x reader #fiyero tigelaar smut #fiyero smut

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himbosandhardwear · 17 hours ago

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Steddie I Soulmate AU I 2k I Rated Mature I idiot4idiot

The thing about linking with your soulmate, you never knew when it was going to happen. There were horror stories about it happening during weddings to someone else or while performing heart surgery or landing a plane, but linking was so rare, stories like that seemed more like fairy tales than cautionary ones.

If anyone had asked Eddie what he thought about it, he would've said the odds of there being some guy out there destined to be his mate, let alone that he'd have to worry about linking during some critical moment, were astronomically low.

He'd be wrong.

Because his ears are ringing, his vision has tunnelled, and there's an empty vacuum where his usual chaotic thoughts should be. All signs pointing toward-

Hello?

Jesus H. Christ, not now! Not right now, this cannot be happening now. Quick! Think of something else! Uhhh… Golems! Ice golems! Or maybe frost giants. Yeah! Not having hate sex with your arch nemesis. Shit! Stop thinking about it! Frost giants, frost giants, frost giants!

Hate sex? He hears echo around his noggin next. Arch nemesis?

Fuuuuuck. No, darlin’, don't even worry about that stray thought! Nothing to see here. I'm, uh, baking! Yeah. Brownies. For a charity bake sale

A long pause, empty space between them, before he says, I don't believe you. I think you are having sex

Sex?! He screeches. How dare you! I would never!

You would. Go balls deep into a guy you don't even like, sounds like to me. Class act.

Oh god, there’s gotta be a way to salvage this.

No, let me explain, please!

Knock yourself out

Right. So, this guy, I know him from school, right? And he was always kind of a jerk. The space between them pings with a sort of stung feeling but Eddie doesn't understand how any of this works yet so he ignores it. But we end up having a few mutual friends, and this one really weird event happens that forces us to, like, team up, I guess. After all that I'm spending more time around the guy and he's not so bad. Invited me over to smoke up with him, which was cool. I'm gonna be totally honest, I'm not sure how exactly we got here, the sex part, but it’s pretty hot and heavy, kinda aggressive, so… yeah. Hate sex I guess

Soulmate is quiet again. His feelings bleed through anyway, at least Eddie's pretty sure that's what he's getting. It feels like embarrassment and disappointment.

You okay? Did I scare you off?

You don't like the guy at all? You said arch nemesis

Oh. Uh. Well… How did he explain to his future partner, if he hadn't already ruined it, that he likes him plenty, he's just been holding him at arms length, metaphorically, because he assumed the guy was straight? Up until roughly twenty minutes ago. He should probably start with honesty.

No, I like him okay. He's not as bad as I'd always thought. We give each other shit but I'm pretty sure it's just left over bullshit stereotypes from high school. I bully him about his music taste, he bullies me about my shitty van. That type of thing

…Right

He waits to hear back from his soulmate but he's not very talkative. That's okay, Eddie can talk enough for both of them.

So, what were you up to when we linked? Not driving I hope

He can hear the guy sighing over the link, which is worrying.

You'll never believe it, but I'm also having sex at the moment

Seriously? That's hilarious

Yeah. A hoot

Not having fun?

I was. But I recently found out the guy doesn't like me that much. So, yeah, real mood killer

Oh man. That sucks

Oh my god. Yeah, it really does. Kinda wish he'd get off of me so we can get the awkward part over with but he's distracted at the moment

Doing what?! Eddie yells, offended on his behalf.

“He’s busy not realizing he linked to the guy he was hate fucking.”

Huh?

“Eddie, open your fucking eyes.”

That's Steve talking.

He blinks his eyes open to see Steve looking up at him. He's not pleased.

Wait

“Yeah.”

Oh my god

“As impressive as it is that you managed to stay hard through that whole thing, I'd appreciate it if you-” He hisses as Eddie, rudely he realizes, pulls out without warning.

He scrambles to the end of the bed, bunching up the comforter around his junk. “I'm so sorry, fuck, Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't… I didn't…”

He can't fix this, he starts to slowly comprehend. He's made Steve think he hates him.

“Nah, it's cool. I get it.”

I don't hate you, I swear. You have to believe me

“Sure, Eddie.” He's yanking his briefs back on, angry and trying not to show it. “You just don't like me much.” Can't believe I did this again. So fucking stupid

Eddie's certain he's not meant to hear any of that but he responds anyway.

You're not stupid. Please let me explain

“You already did. And I am fucking stupid,” he snaps. “Here I thought we were flirting this whole time and you thought we were bullying each other. That's real fuckin’ stupid of me. I'd convinced myself you actually-” He snaps his teeth shut but Eddie can still hear the unfinished -liked me. “I really wish you would control your feelings, dude. You're broadcasting your horror straight into my head.”

“I don't know how to stop,” he quietly admits.

“Well if you'd ever shown up to health class you'd know how to control it.”

I never thought I would get a soulmate

Steve's surprise at that pings around his brain before he does what Eddie can't and shuts it down.

“I did. I've been thinking about it for years.”

And you ended up with me… And I ruined it before we even got started. I ruined it. Steve Harrington is my soulmate and I ruined it. What the fuck

“You don't have to say it like I'm some kind of prize.” He steps into his jeans and tugs them back up to his hips, not even bothering to do them up. Which is- “I guess it's nice that you think I'm hot. That's something. Maybe we'll be the first casual hookup soulmates.”

He has to fix this. Somehow. Think, god damnit! Wait! That's it! He just has to show Steve what he's thinking!

“I wish you wouldn't.”

“Too bad!” He snaps back.

Okay, as embarrassing as this is about to be, he has to tell the truth.

Eddie was in the 8th grade, Steve in 7th, when they first met. Or, when Eddie first noticed Steve anyway, they never really spoke to each other, their cliques already established by then. But Eddie can remember it like it was yesterday. It was lunch, Eddie was walking by with his bagged PB&J, when he heard it. Steve laughing. It was so joyful, Eddie didn't even know what he was laughing about but it made him smile anyway. Of course one of Steve's shitty jock friends caught him staring and called him a queer freak but that wasn't unusual.

“What the fuck, Eddie? Why do you remember that? And how are you so good at visualizing?”

He ignores the questions to move on to the next memory. Eddie's sophomore year they somehow ended up in the same Shop class. Again, they never spoke but he got to watch Steve work, tongue poking out while he concentrated, the proud look on his face when he whittled some hunk of wood into a recognisable shape.

“I forgot about that. It was a dolphin. I was dating Chelsea Hosteller, they were her favorite animal.”

“Lucky her.”

“Hey, fuck you, man, you're the one showing me this shit! What am I supposed to assume from any of this? You thought I was cute? So what? You clearly don't like who I am as a person, so what difference does it make?”

He's not going to have the patience for every single moment, and they're a lot of them, Eddie realizes that now. So he speed runs through them, making sure to send every bit of feeling through their link.

Steve in his Scoops outfit, luring Eddie to the mall but never making him brave enough to go in. The horror of not knowing whether Steve was alive or dead when he heard about the mall burning down. The joy of finding him at Family Video, somewhere he had reason to visit.

You never even talked to me there

Listening to every word to every story Henderson told him about Steve and his bravery. Pretending to be annoyed so no one noticed he was eating it up. Getting to know the real Steve over Spring Break, the giddiness he couldn't quite tamp down, even as he was scared shitless. The pain of knowing Steve was still in love with Nancy Wheeler, even though it was the obvious narrative to Steve's fairytale life. Of course he gets the girl at the end.

What? Is that why you-

The way he stuck around afterward, even though their dynamic was more antagonistic than friendly, and the way Eddie thrived off of every snarky comment. How it felt like banter even though Eddie knew, by all logic and reason, Steve was merely tolerating his presence. They would always be antithetical to each other, circling but never meeting.

Eddie, no

Steve growling ‘Do you ever shut up!’ before pouncing on him downstairs. The heavy pounding of his heart as he wrestled Steve up the stairs. The way his brain never did catch up to what was happening or why, until it was too late, and he was ruining both the greatest sex he'd ever had and also the chance to prove, though he's still completely unworthy, that he has already been primed and ready to fall for Steve for years. The shame of ruining it. The heartbreak of ruining it. The teeny, tiny spark of hope as Steve stares him down. He has to close his eyes to avoid it, lest he say something stupid and fuck it up again.

You…do like me?

Yeah, Stevie. I like you a whole lot. I just didn't think I was allowed to like you. I didn't realize you liked me too. I'm sorry I said all that shit earlier. I didn't want to tell the guy I'd just linked with that I was thoroughly enjoying the chance to sleep with this guy I'd had a crush on for years. That seemed rude

The bed dips and so does Eddie's stomach. Steve's enormous hands slide up his neck, into his hair, and gently cradle his face as he leans in to kiss Eddie square on the mouth.

Oh. Hi

This is nice

I think so too. How do you feel about finishing what we started but this time we both know that we like each other?

That sounds awesome. But are you sure? I really, really fucked up the first time

I thought you were perfect up until you called me your arch nemesis

I have been told that sometimes I'm a little dramatic

You know what, that's fair. I really should've taken that as a compliment, if anything

See? Now you get it

What I'm getting is another condom. Hold my ankle so I don't slide off the bed

You got it, baby

Unbelievable. Salvaged the wreckage of his own stupidity and managed to bag the hottest guy in town! Score one for the nerds!

“I heard that.”

#soulmate au #steddie #ficlet #my writing

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jedi-enthusiast · 2 days ago

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Writing Dooku pre-Sith Lord but after he already left the Order is so hard because like...he's got the right idea on some things but he's also very juvenile in how he wants to fix them, he still thinks of the Jedi as his family but he also thinks they're doing things wrong and that he "knows better" than them, he's fond of his master but he also kinda hates him because he views him as representative of "everything wrong with the Order" like...

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HE'S SUCH A FUCKING HYPOCRITE

I love his character and I want to try and give him a "good" ending- (one where his plans all fail, he faces consequences, and then Mace drop kicks him into being a better person) -but HOLY SHIT IS IT HARD SETTING THIS ALL UP

Writing for him is like constantly being like- "...okay, so I know he's a hypocrite, but is this so hypocritical that he'd probably notice he's being a hypocrite??? and see that he's in the wrong???" -while also knowing that hypocrites usually just ignore the obvious signs of their hypocrisy, but also IS HE AT THAT POINT YET??? IDK??? I DONT HAVE A LOT OF MATERIAL TO WORK WITH FOR MY BASE, I DONT READ THE SW BOOKS AND I MOSTLY IGNORE LEGENDS OR CONSUME IT THROUGH FANDOM OSMOSIS

(so basically, help)

#star wars #sw prequels #yan dooku #count dooku #ao3 fanfic #fanfic

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watarfallar · 1 day ago

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More incorrect quotes because I lost my sanity in that desert

Grian: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Scar: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Grian: We'll talk about this later. Scar: Fine, I won’t be listening.

Scar: Look, I’m glad everyone’s on the same page. Scar: But it’s the last page in a book titled “we’re all going to die”. Grian: That’s not even clever.

Grian: I made lightly fried fish fillets for dinner. Scar: Grian, It’s 1:15 am, what the fuck. Grian: Do you want the lightly fried fish fillets or not. Scar: Well, I mean yeah. Grian: So come downstairs while they’re still hot. Scar: Wait, you just made them? Grian: Yeah, I wasn’t tired so I decided to make lightly fried fish fillets. Scar: Say lightly fried fish fillets one more time Grian.

Scar: I type how I think. Grian: Odd that you type at all then.

Grian: Why can't any of you ever clean up after yourselves? Scar: I have a person who does that for me. Grian: Yeah, ME. Scar: I'm glad you agree.

Scar: Can we get a birthday cake? Grian: It’s not your birthday. Scar: The cake won’t know!

Scar: You're ignoring all your problems. Grian: I know. Scar: You also know it's an unhealthy coping mechanism? Grian: I'm ignoring that fact as well. Scar:

Grian, to The Squad: None of you know what propaganda is, do you? Scar: I think it’s when a British person takes a good look at something.

Scar: Oh shoot! Scar: Excuse my vulgarity. Grian: I’ll let it slide.

Scar: I’m going to hell. Grian: Probably. Scar: I'll pick you up? Grian: nodding Carpool.

Scar: Hey, it’s your turn to wash the dishes. Grian: I’ll wash the walls red with your blood. Scar: Okay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time.

Scar: Okay, if we can't do it by sheer force, we'll do it my way. Grian: But your way is sheer force!

Grian: I'm going to take a shower, I'll be right back. Scar: Why are you telling me this, I don't care. Scar, right after Grian leaves the room: I miss them already.

Grian: Are you this rude to everyone?! Scar: Yup. Scar: Don't think you're special.

Scar: Punch me in the face. Grian: …Punch you? Scar: Yes, punch me, didn’t you hear me? Grian: I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ while you’re speaking but it’s usually just subtext.

Grian: Why are you on fire? Scar: This is just how my day is going.

Scar: Hey Grian, have you seen the photographer? Grian: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer? Scar, confused: What? Grian, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute girl things!

Scar: Why would I flip my shit about that? Grian: Because you flip your shit about everything. Scar: Well, will you look at this. Here is my shit, and yet it remains unflipped. Just sitting there on the skillet, getting burned on one side. It’s a miracle.

Grian, ordering coffee: I’d like a light roast. Scar: You're kinda ugly.

Grian: You might not know this, Scar, but I am a flawed person. Scar: I do know that.

Grian: You remind me of the ocean. Scar: Because I'm deep and mysterious? Grian: No, because you're full of salt and you scare people.

Grian is shopping with Scar Grian: Can I get a silenced pistol? Scar: If there’s one on sale.

#grian #gtws #incorrect quotes #desert duo #scarian #enjoy💜💜💜

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wild-lavender-rose · 3 days ago

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Hiii I’m not sure if ur request are open or not, if they’re not feel free to ignore this, but I was wondering if you could do a Legolas x Reader where the reader kinda inhuman ?? Like if you’re familiar with the Witcher then something like that ?? And like at first they really just don’t get along because everyone has this sort of misconception that Reader is a sort of monster and Legolas just takes longer to come around then the others and then eventually after spending so much time with them in the fellowship and stuff he’s just like “oh… they’re just like everyone else” and then like maybe they fall in love or smth 🫠🫠 if you don’t want to do this it’s fine don’t worry about it !! Hope ur having a good day/night and I love ur writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

This has been at the bottom of my inbox forever! Idk if this was what you were going for, but I hope you like the direction I took your prompt <3

At first the Fellowship is wary of you.

They’ve never met a wolf shifter before, and don’t fully believe that you’re in control of your powers despite Gandalf’s continued assurances that you are.

You can tell Legolas is particularly displeased when you pledge your strength to Frodo and become part of the Fellowship.

As you all begin the journey to destroy the ring, it becomes apparent that no one trusts you.

You win the Hobbits over first, when you hunt down some rabbits for Sam to cook and show Merry and Pippin a new dance you learned.

Next is Boromir, who was the least wary to begin with and finds your powers fascinating.

An interest in medicinal herbs wins Aragorn over.

When Frodo offers you the ring, your wolf self roars inside of you demanding you to take it. But you stand firm, your resolve earning Frodo’s trust and respect.

It wasn’t until the first battle that Gimli warmed up to you, when you fought by his side in wolf form.

Gandalf believed in your control and safety from the start, so the only person that was left to convince was Legolas.

It felt like no matter what you said or how hard you fought, Legolas didn’t trust you.

After Boromir’s death, you, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli traveled alone to rescue Merry and Pippin.

One night, Legolas found you awake next to the campfire, trying to bandage your wrist that you sprained while running in wolf form.

To your surprise, Legolas offers to put salve on your wrist and bandage it.

He’s gentle, whispering apologies whenever you wince in pain.

Seeing you vulnerable and in pain touches something inside Legolas, breaking through the barrier he’s kept up around you.

You stay up telling each other stories of battles you’ve fought in, and by the time the sun rises Legolas knows that he can trust you.

That night marks the beginning of your friendship, which will almost assuredly grow into something more.

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#legolas fanfiction #legolas fanfic #lord of the rings legolas #legolas greenleaf #legolas #legolas x reader #legolas x you #legolas x y/n #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the ring #lord of the rings

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churrorat-art · 1 day ago

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Mouthwashing headcanons post I've been chipping away at for a while

Not really specifically on the ship, some would be like, modern au, but some definitely only apply to in game/ board the tulpar

!Tw for sh mentions in Jimmy's section!!

Anya

- loves disco music! The only music she plays and everyone on the tulpar eventually gets sick of disco /kinda reference to smth if u get it u get a gold star

-Is a lesibian lebisain lesabian lesbian aroace she/they

- has a specific pen she always writes with, gets very annoyed if its lost or she has to use a different pen

- enjoys crocheting and has made a few sweaters n quilts. Finds it very relaxing

- erm. Glasses wearer. One time she shattered her glasses and felt super bad about it. She also wears contacts occasionally

- BOOKWORM. gets so invested in the plots and could yapp abt books for hours. Murder mystery/ just mystery in general are her favourites. She tells curly all abt the books she reads alot. more less daisuke cuz he jokes around alot and isn't much of a book fan.

- such a sore loser. Says she loves board games!! Then she loses and what the shit! Once curly beat her in scrabble (like HOW?!) And she ignored him for a month after. Curly like "anya pls...I'm sorry I thought you'd be over this..."

- cant swim, hates swimming

- loves crocks! Has a pink pair of crocks daisuke got her that she wears all the time

- has broken multiple clipboards

- favorite board game is scrabble and shes Really good at it

- loves salad so much. Totally DEVOURS a good salad

- shes such coffee addict. I don't drink coffee but I think she likes it dark

- watches those medical type shows like house and greys anatomy

- is a cat person but never owned a cat b4

- could fall asleep standing up .

Daisuke ( @k9mackenzie wanted my daisuk headcanons)

-looves board games.

- highest subway surfers highscore

- chronic nail biter

- interrupts awkward silence by saying "meow" out loud. Probably makes it more awkward but he finds it hilarious

- loves to draw, often draws stuff for others as an act of friendship. Once Jimmy said his art looks like shit and he bit him.

- has a fursona

- very emotional. But bad at crying, just sadly stares at the wall whimpering

- hatesss getting yelled at

- he audhd

- pansexual he/she/they

- pokemon fan!! Brought a DS on the ship with him 2 play pokemon yellow and loved showing anyone who'd listen about the pokemon he caught

- Really high spice tolerance, but cannot stand sour stuff. Once anya gave him a sour warhead and told him it was just a regular candy. He spat it out and had a seizure(not really). He felt SO betrayed. But he can eat like a deathly spicy pepper with a straight face

- he has braces and HATES IT. eats popcorn anyways!!

- chews on his knuckles when stressed or bored much like nail biting

Curly

- super messy sleeper (when he does sleep) half off the bed, pillow on opposite side of bed and blanket in another universe type stuff

- he snores like TRUCk bruh

- loves jigsaw puzzles, very good at them. Him and anya like 2 do them together

- wins EVERY staring contest. They're so dazzled by his beautiful blue eyes teehee

- he IS Scottish. U cannot change my mind no matter how hard you try.

- doesn't like coffee but loves tea

- bisexual asexual he/him

- very good at baking

- he spaces out so muchh. Edit; no what I was talking about was dissociation. He just dissociates a lot. He knows this too and hes so ashamed and so mad at himself when it happens.

- HATESSSS disco music. But doesn't wanna tell anya cuz he doesn't want to make her sad by being a hater

- loves physical affection, doesn't show it much tho

- he has BEAUTIFUL hair .its so curly and fluffy and soft and no one could believe its natural

-takes pride in his hair and hes so irritable whenever he has a bad hair day

- daisuke asked him what hair products he uses LOL

- curly is transmasc

- nobody really knows hes trans though he just doesn't really tell anyone. One time though, daisuke's nosey ahh self came up and asked him "hey are you trans??" And he told him

- hes too scared to tell his best friend Jimmy tho

- SO oblivious .

- played hockey in high school. Was good at it too.

- has a little tooth gap mostly courtesy of jimmy. Jimmy absolutely punched his face. Actually maybe he threw a brick at him idk

- noticed daisuke sneaking the sweeteners. He left a few out on the counter for him with a sticky note that read 'hey daisuke please stop stealing the sweetners :) if you wanna then just ask' but didn't say anything to his face. Daisuke was super embarrassed he got caught (he ain't slick)

- in the cryopod, he was not found. He eventually died slowly.

Swansea

- straight man. he has a wife and 2 kids

- cracks his knuckles SO EFFING LOUD!!

- says "augh my backk.." after getting up .lol

- loves eating peanuts and m&ms. Trail mix is his lifeline /silly

- dancing queen fr. Daisuke was like "no way YOU can dance lol" and then swansea totally breaks it down

- makes really good card towers

- taught daisuke to play card games so now they all play together in free time

- (used to?) walk his dog all the time, sometimes with his wife too. Gets up early (like 5am )to walk the dog

- really good at making meatloaf

- sleeps like the dead (he slept through the crash AFDBCMV)

- hes really good at bowling.

-he got that uhh southern accent ykwim

Jimmy

- always complains abt being cold

-sleeps with like 5 different blankets. Likes those weird furry blankets that almost look like animal fur (eww I'm retching at the thought)

- he grew up poor and is an only child (his brother killed himself)

- not sure to call this schizophrenia, but he has like hallucinations and delusions often. Voices in his head are. so. Loud.

- rather DIE than drink alcohol. Used 2 alot drink a lot tho

- used to self harm aalot with like shards of smashed bottles and anything sharp he could get his hands on. One time curly saw all the scars on his arms and asked about it but Jim said it was from a cat or smth and told him to fuck off. Curly believed him and Jimmy actually felt sad that hed thrown away his only opportunity to let someone know

- rlly dry skin

- so effing gay but would NEVER admit it. Literally dreams abt gay yaoi but says hes straight

- Doesn't know what pronouns are (he/him) once daisuke asked his pronouns and Jimmy just looked at him like "wtf is that"

- impulsive control disorder

- sleeps with socks on, sometimes even still wearing his shoes

- got 4 teeth punched out once

- wears clothes til they're falling apart at the seams

- pulled some of his hair out once and got super terrified

- hes dyslexic

- shitty ahh posture

- he has a crush on curly. But like he hardly knows it hes like no I'd never like a boy. One sided jimcurly yaaa..

- sometimes when it's just curly and him sitting silently he'll tell curly to shut tf up. And curly's like ????

- if he gets any sign hes losing in a board game he flips the table and storms away

- hes a mlp fan. Says "hey everypony"

@aznack

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mingiiwingii · 17 hours ago

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PAIRING: detective!sunghoon x detective!reader

Summary: You fell in love with another detective at your branch and was the most known man in your branch. You guys went on a few dates and boom you guys are together but after a few months things start to take a crazy turn. You guys have an unexpected fate come your way. (You have to read the story to find out all the juicyness.)

Genre: fluff, thriller NOW PLAYING: Try again by d.ear and Jaehyun

Warnings: I hope your reading this because there is a part in the store where sunghoon and you have to work on a serial killer case and I got very detailed with the information.

WORD COUNT: 2,493 an: I won’t be able to finish ink and secrets for a little since I was writing it on my phone it kinda broke. So for now I’ll be doing one shots until I can get my new phone.

You thought your life was going pretty well, you just got a very good job a month earlier and you were invited to your first team dinner. When you got there you spotted the head lady of your branch and she also saw you and waved at you to come over. The last seat was next to a man who was very known for his looks. You has never talked to him since he was always so to himself and never dared to talk to anyone for to long. The only time the two of you talked was when you would ask the head lady for help on a case and she’d be busy so she’d point you to him. You had to admit that he was very handsome and you adored his quietness except when it came to the two of you talking. You’d ask for help and he’d simply say “okay you can put the work here and I’ll check it out” but instead of him coming to you to explain it he would give it to the head lady who would report it back to you.

You sat in the empty seat next time and he bowed to you “y/n, l/n is that the correct name?” He asks you with a inviting smile, you were very surprised he even started a conversation with you. You gave him a wide smile back “yes that is correct and as everybody knows your the branches famous park sunghoon.” He laughs and puts his head down “I don’t think I’m the branches famous one I’d say it’s Jake if anything”. You look him up and down “you kidding me? I’ve heard your name at least twice from out of all the girls in our branches mouth and I’ve only been here for a month.”

He gives you a smile then nods his head “you’ve made a good point that I can’t argue with Ms. l/n.” The rest of the time was spent with just ye two of you guys laughing with one another while the rest of the people in your branch laughed about their own conversations. Some of the girls tried to jump in you guys conversation since it was the first time they had seen sunghoon with such a smile let alone for that long but sunghoon only ignored them or stopped smiling and gave a bit of small talk.

After the dinner came to an end you guys smiled and waved each other goodbye, as you were walking away your boss had called out your name “Y/N YOU WALK SO FAST WAIT FOR ME.” She said as she ran towards you “my house is in this direction so let’s walk together.” You gave her a bright smile “of course come on” you two had gotten a little closer almost a week after working there. She gives you a smile then bumps your shoulder “so I see he likes you” she says with the cheesiest smile. You give her a confusing smile “who is it that we’re talking about now?” you question her. She stops smiling realizes that you don’t know who she’s talk about “my brother.” You give her another confusing look and she gives you another smile before she says the name “Sunghoon” You look at her very shocked.

You look closer at her face and realize that they did look alike “I see it now” u say. She smiles again “but hey you’re the only one who known in our branch so don’t tell a soul unless you know sunghoon” you give her a nod and you guys talk until you part ways. For the next few weeks you and sunghoon spoke everyday and always ate lunch together and you slowly started to realize that you had a crush on him. After a month or two of that going on, he asked you on an official date and it went very good and it became a normal for the two of you to continue going out together for lunch and would meet up for dinner at least once a week.

He then was able to have his sister help him plan a way to officially ask you out and it was the best they decorated and rented out a place. “Y/n will you please make my day and say yes to this one request I have? Going forward in time starting today would you please let me be your boyfriend?” You had not expected any of this to happen tonight you were supposed to be out with his sister but of course you said yes.

You guys were going good for the first 5 months of the relationship then you guys had a really huge argument out of something so small. Although you guys were able to settle the argument that night thinking that would be the last one you were completely wrong. You guys were arguing almost everyday over you saying the wrong thing or him doing something that you didn’t like. You guys were constantly walking on eggshells around each other trying to make sure not to say the wrong thing or trying not to do the wrong thing.

Six months later you guys were at a point of time where the two of you argued in every conversation or you guys just didn’t talk. One day you were sitting in your car waiting for sunghoon so he could tell you something. He finally got to the car after being late almost 30 minutes which would’ve normally fueled up an argument since he hadn’t text you that he would be late. Except he was crying when he got in the car “y/n” he says while looking up at you. You already knew what was about to happen tears start to swell up in your eyes as you look back at him.

He grabs your hand and kisses the back of it “hey beautiful I know I know it’s gonna be hard.” He says as he wipes your tears. “But what if letting go is the only way for us to find happiness again? Every time I see you I get happy no matter if we’re about to argue or we’re already arguing and I love you so much. But we just argue all the time you deserve someone who can be there for you without arguing with you over everything don’t you think?” He asks and you nod your head “and you do as well” you say with more tears streaming down your face as you squeeze his hand. He slowly pulls his hand away from you and grabs your head giving you one last forehead kiss. “Goodbye y/n” “goodbye sunghoon.” The was last time you spoke to her before he left the car. You guys gave each other everything but it wasn’t enough for each other to stay.

You took the next month off of work and of course your boss knew why, but when you went back to work there was. No sight of sunghoon that’s when your boss came and pulled you over to a corner “hey how’s everything going for you, I see your looking for sunghoon but he moved to another branch he didn’t want it to be to hard for you two to see each other you know?” You nod your head maybe it’s for the best you keep telling yourself but boy you missed him.

That night when you want home you couldn’t help but keep replaying conversations wondering where did they all go wrong for it to get this far. You guys made sure that you never had the chance to bump into one another since it would just be to painful. Except one day you had no choice the head of all branches called out some of their best detectives and police officers for this one serial killer case.

Information about the case: 3 attempted murders and 21 historical murders each one was plastered all around the world so everyone knew about it. He would chop their bodies apart each toe each finger, legs, arms, hands, feet, if you had boobs he’d slice them off while you were alive and if you had a penis he would slice it off while you were still breathing, and of course your head as well. He’d leave all the body parts in a cooler at the crime scene. There hasn’t been a killing of his in 7 years except he was back but with two murders both done the same way.

At the start when the two of your first started working together you guys didn’t talk to each other at all but at some point you were given no choice to when he missed a day and you had to be the one to fill him in on what you guys had discovered the day before.

One night when the team was checking another crime scene of his you had stepped away because it was to much for you to look at sunghoon noticed so he informed the leader of the case that you had stepped out and he would go buy you a water from next door. When sunghoon came back he couldn’t find you anywhere “hey guys have you seen y/n?” The lead detective stood up and walked towards him “wait did you not just go to the store to buy her a water” sunghoon just nodded his head and continued to look around when another detective spotted blood on the wall that said the words ‘catch me if you can’ “guys he’s here and he has her” the detective says as he points at the blood written words on the wall.

The lead detective looks at sunghoon “alright guys we’ll finish this later spread out and make sure you find her nobody goes home until the end of the night, try to find her tonight guys I don’t want to end up finding my detective in a cooler” he ordered and everyone did so. After a long day of everyone searching all detectives being paired up with police officers just in case they found you or the murderer. Sunghoon and his paired officer heard a loud scream “don’t hurt me please” you yelled and sunghoon knew your voice “it’s her officer it’s owing from over there”

Him and the officer ran to where the screams came from and peaked over the corner and there you and the murderer were “y/n don’t you finally remember me I’ve been trying to get your attention for years but who did you notice? That stupid detective all you guys did was argue I offered you the world I would’ve never argued with you and we both know that. I asked you out a month after you guys broke up but what did you say u said ‘no I’m not ready fr a relationship with somebody who isn’t him and I don’t know when I will be’. You made me laugh so much that day when I went home and thought about it.”

He leans down and plants the sloppiest long kiss on your lips. Your mines now y/n he has yet to come for you.” He says sunghoon picks up a pole next to him and runs up and knocks the man in his head with it the throws the pole as the man falls then he gets on top of him and starts to punch him in his face as everyone else found you guys some detectives are make sure your okay and the others are trying to get sunghoon off the man because they need the man alive to testify for court.

After they finally get sunghoon off of the man he runs over to you to make sure your good. He then grabs a napkin that he had in his back pocket and grabs the water bottle from earlier that the officer carried for him. He puts water on the napkin he pulled out and wipes it all over your lips “he shouldn’t have kissed you he’s suck a weirdo” he says under his breath while you let put a little laugh.

After that things turned back to how they were before except the serial killer was facing the death penalty. You and sunghoon hadn’t spoke in a month but you guys bumped into each other at a cafe literally. He looked at you with the same shyness he had on you guys first date “hey y/n I’ve been meaning to see you, I mean I think I want to talk to you.” You give him a confuse looks “you think? you want to talk to me about what?” He looks at his phone checking the time “I don’t have to go to work for another two hours if you have the time do you think you can maybe accompany me to a cup of coffee, we’ll I’ll drink coffee and you can have green tea since I know it’s your favorite.”

You nod your head as you guys walk over to and empty table a little far from everyone else so your conversation could be more private. After you guys got your drink you blew on your tea and took a small sip. You look up at “so what is it exactly that you want to talk about?” He looks out the window then puts his head down then looks back at you “about us y/n” he says in a facile tone.

“Okay what’s up?” He looks at you worried about what you’ll think about his next words “do you maybe kind of even a little miss what we had? And do you think that we could try again, you know like having me as your boyfriend again from here on out?” You give him shocked look “Sunghoon if your 100 percent serious about the two questions that you just asked me then my answer to both questions are yes. Yes I’d give it another chance, sometimes love isn’t about never falling apart, but about knowing you can rebuild what you once had.”

He gives you a small smile of relief “wait really y/n?” he asked with a huge smile before he gets up and runs over to your side of the table leaning down to you planting a kiss on your lips. “I’m glad we came to an agreement my beautiful girlfriend. Also it’s great that we’re on good terms because I’ll be starting back at your branch today.” You give him a huge bright smile “really this’ll be just like old times.” He nods his head then walk away to go pay for your drinks. When he comes back he pulls you up and you guys start walking out hand in hand “also you should let me move in with you beautiful we could get a better connection you know.” You look up at him and give him a big smile “I’ll think about it”

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