Jealous [azzi Fudd]

They only love us cuz we’re writers

Now do I write my kk Harvey fic or azzi fic or kk Arnold fic or Laila edwards fic the choices to pick a drafts rn

to write or not to write @cosmopretty

Fuck you for making cry this was so well written

Just A Week Ago

Summary: Paige grapples with death.

wc: 1,642

Contains: crying, death of a loved one, no happy ending

a/n: This is probably the saddest thing I've ever written. Get your tissues ready.

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It's only been a week, and Paige still couldn't believe it. Just a week ago, you were cuddled up next to her. Just a week ago, the two of you were laughing well into the night, shushing each other through the giggles. Just a week ago, she was driving to your house every weekend. Just a week ago, you were driving home with her after picking her up from practice.

Just a week ago, her hand was on your thigh, singing terribly at the top of her lungs while you laughed at her. Just a week ago, she watched as the headlights didn't stop growing brighter, even as the light turned red. Just a week ago, she awoke on a stretcher, not being able to feel her arms. Just a week ago, she fought the pain and begged to know your wellbeing.

Just a week ago, she watched as the EMT’s gave you chest compression after chest compression, desperately fighting for your life. Just a week ago, she shoved the police, injured and all, to let her go with you. Just a week ago, she watched them roll you into emergency surgery. Just a week ago, she broke down in the middle of the lobby when the doctor told her they did all they could. Just a week ago, you were alive and well.

Until you weren’t.

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Now she stood in the mirror, tears in her eyes as she made sure she looked presentable. The week had been a blur. She was there, but she really wasn't. She was lost in her own mind trying to grapple with the fact that you were, in fact, gone, and it wasn't some terrible dream.

Paige wasn't sure what the plans were, even when she was present when they were made. She knew she was supposed to give a speech on the podium, and she knew she wrote one down. Or attempted to. She's fairly certain her mom and teammates wrote the words down.

It can't be real. She can’t have lost you. But she did. She was there when they told her you were gone. She was there.

A knock on her door breaks her free from her thoughts. She can't bring herself to answer, and she allows the person behind it to walk in. “Hey, sweetie, you almost ready?”

Paige doesn't look away from the mirror, but she can tell by the voice that it's her mom. She stares at herself, hands running over the suit she's wearing. It's the same one you'd spotted in the mall over a year ago, and you'd dragged her into the store to try it on, rambling about how sexy she looked. And while she desperately wanted to go home and lay down, she couldn't deny that you were right. She did look good. She didn't buy it then, though. You'd surprised her with it on her birthday, and she complained about you spending money on her.

She hadn't worn it yet, the two of you were waiting for that one special moment. And while you weren't here to share it with her, she thought it was fitting. She knew she'd never have the guts to wear it anywhere else. So dead or alive, she still shared the moment with you.

“Mhm.” Is all she says, taking one last look before turning around to look at her mom.

Her mom smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. “You look beautiful, honey. She would've loved it.” She said, approaching the blonde, fixing the collar once more. Paige closed her eyes to avoid the tears from falling, but it didn't work as tears broke through her eyelids.

Amy wordlessly engulfed Paige in a hug, listening as her little girl broke all over again. Flashbacks of that night at the hospital flash through Amy's mind as she attempts to stay strong for Paige.

Eventually, Paige pulls away, eyes softening as she wipes her mom's tears. “Let's go.” She whispers.

Amy nods, grabbing Paige's hand and leading her out of the room.

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Paige had zoned out for most of the speeches. A lot of them were from people who didn't know you and were just offering their pity condolences, just so that they could say they were there.

She snaps out of it when her name is called to the stand. She looks at her mom, who pats her thigh encouragingly. She smiles as she clears her throat and walks to the stand.

“Uh-” She clears her throat again, staring at the notes in her hand. “I'm sure most of you know me, but for those of you who don't, my name is Paige Bueckers, and I'm Y/N's girlfriend.” She pauses. “Or-or was.” she clears her throat again.

“Any-anyway. Uh-” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, just like you'd always tell her to do. It didn't work as well as when you did it, but it helped her enough for her to continue. She looked down at the cards.

“You all know the type of person Y/N was. She was the type where you could tell her anything, and she'd support you, even if it was the dumbest decision on earth. If you were set on the decision, then so was she. She'd give you her advice and opinion if you asked for it, and then she'd leave it to you. Then, if you faced the consequences, she'd give you a look, but she'd never say anything. She'd hold you and wouldn't let you go until you felt better.” she looked up from the cards and glanced around the room.

“That's what she did when I tore my ACL. She was there the whole time, holding my hand, never letting go, unless it was to hand me a tissue.” She laughed a little, but it was getting harder to keep her composure. Fuck it. she ditches her cards, and decides to speak from her heart. That's what she was the best at.

“It's a Sunday. Y/N always loved Sundays. She'd always get all dressed up, even though it was just for church. Today, I would've slept in, grappling with the fact that I don't get to see her or hold her anymore. For the first time, God was the last thing on my mind.”

“She was there for everybody. Even if you wronged her, if you asked her for anything, she'd give it to you. She believed in second chances, even for people who didn't deserve them. She of all people should've gotten a second chance. But that was taken from her, by somebody who she'd probably give one to.” Tears have fallen now, and there was no stopping them.

“The day I asked her to be my girlfriend, she asked me if I trusted her with my heart. If I trusted, she'd take it and keep it safe forever. She kept that promise. She took it, and she kept it, and she locked it in a box. She kept it safe. Unfortunately, she held onto that key when she left.” She reaches for a tissue. “And that I'm forever grateful. I can't think of anybody better than her to have that key.”

“I just hope she uses it to unlock the box when I see her again. She was a beloved sister, daughter, friend, teammate, and girlfriend. She lives in our memory forever. So to Y/N.

I miss you more than life. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to hear that little laugh you do. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to hold your hand again. There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do to say one more ‘I love you.’ I wish I could take it back. I wish I'd seen the car. I wish I had seen anything. Sometimes I wish it was me who went, but then I remember that then, it would be you up here in tears, and I don't know if I could be happy knowing that you're not.”

“It's only been a week. It's been the longest week of my life. I'll tell you about when I see you again. For now, I'll settle for knowing that you're in a better place, that you're safe and out of harm's way. Don't worry, I'll save your voice in my head. You promised never to leave me. You just left too soon.”

“So to the best girlfriend in the world, we'll save you a seat. You've always got a place at the table, even if you're watching with the angels. I promise never to let you go. I promise to always make you proud. I promise to make it for you. Every basketball shot. Every tear that falls, every game that's won. It's for you.”

“Because even though you're gone, you're still in our hearts. My heart. Even if we can't see you, or talk to you, or hold you, the memories are enough to keep us going. You gave me the best memories, I just never thought that you'd become one yourself.”

“Goodbyes are hard for me. They always have been. I don't want to say goodbye because this one would mean forever. So instead, this is a ‘see you later’.”

“I love you.”

“And to you all, never take family for granted. Because grief is the price we pay for love. So say that ‘I love you’. Because you'll never know when it will be your last one.”

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The Huskies play a video at the next game in honor of you. They play with pins on their shirts in honor of you. They play for you. They won the national championship in honor of you. Paige gets drafted to the WNBA in honor of you.

Because even after all this time. you still have the key to her heart.

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꣑୧ summary— Just Paige fucking you dumb on her strap after you had a bad day and gave her attitude

warnings— smut, taking strap, choking

Her hands hold your hips as she slams into your cunt with her strap over and over “taking me so fucking good baby” she groaned. Her head bends down into your neck, kissing, biting, sucking leaving dark marks on your pretty skin.

Tears stream down your face, your mouth only letting out moans and whines. The pleasure was too much, you already came two times before and you can feel the third building up. Your mind filled with nothing as you stare up at Paige, your mind blank as you only feel pleasure.

You look up at her through your lashes with glossy eyes, she looks down at you “What you need baby? Come on use your words” she coos leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“I- I want- I” you whimpered not being able to talk with her strap thrusting into you hitting your sweet spot over and over.

Paiges hands squeeze your hips pulling you up and closer to her. She thrusts into you at a new angle one of her hands coming down to rub your clit “That’s it huh baby? Just needed to get fucked” she whispers to you looking down at you knowingly with her blue eyes.

You nod dumbly at her only focused on the pleasure going through your body, you can’t think anymore not with her fucking you so good.

“So pretty for me, yeah? All pretty and dumb on my cock just for me huh only I can make you feel like this” Paige tells you, your thighs starting to shake a bit around her.

You nod, her words going in one ear and out the other, you whine and her hand that was rubbing your clit moves up to your neck. She wraps her hand around your neck forcing you to look at her “Who makes you feel this good baby? Come on use that dumb brain of yours” she breathes out looking down at you.

“Y-you Paige, on- only you— Paige” you moan your stomach tightening, her hand squeezes around your neck as she thrusts into you faster.

The strap pumps in and out of you faster than before, your gummy walls tighten around the strap, your thighs shaking “mm go-gonna” you whimper not able to finish your sentence pleasure over taking your body.

“I know baby come on, cum on my cock princess” She coos her hand letting go of your neck to cup your cheek, her thumb caressing your cheek.

Your legs shake as the band in your stomach snaps, your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes curl, your juices flowing down her strap. Paige smirks down at you “My dumb girl” she coos her hand moving from your cheek to push some hair behind your ear.

Staring up at Paige your nod, your mind blank “mhm” you nod at her words. She smiles and pulls out of you slowly, you whimper at the emptiness between your legs and she coos, shushing you.

“I know my girl let me take care of you now, my sweet girl”

SOME WROTE A QAUDENCE SAMUELS FANFIC IM DONE 😭😭😭

Someone cooked here I fear…….

Tough Loss

Caroline Harvey x Fem

Synopsis: You go to support your girlfriend KK’s hockey game just to comfort her after a hard loss

The games 32-47 Wisconsin badgers loosing by fifteen points, with anger fueling her Caroline throws her hockey stick on the ground.

“You know that was a foul what the hell” she yells at the ref grabbing her stick and skating back to her team. You watch from the stands her jersey covering your whole outfit, her name on your back.

“Harvey” her coach yelled across the ice, reprimanding her. Caroline huffs and Laila skates up to her holding her shoulders in her patted hands “Relax KK before they send you to the penalty box” she tells her before skating back to goal. Even though you couldn’t see Caroline’s face you could tell from how she played and her body language on how frustrated she was.

You loved watching KK play, there was something about the way she moved on the ice, how good she played. With her new up and coming fame she always took it personal when the game went south, even if it wasn’t her fault. The referee blows the whistle starting the game back up once again.

“Come on Ref what the hell” Caroline yells , huffing when another player on the other team hit her and the refs did nothing.

“Come on KK don’t get frustrated it’s alright” Ava tells her skating beside her. Your girlfriend chooses to ignore her though and skates up to the ref “I know you saw that” she tells the ref before he blows his whistle sending her to the penalty box for a few minutes.

The game goes by fast Badgers still losing Caroline groans seeing there’s only 5 minutes left in the game and they’re still down. Caroline looks up at you in the stands for a moment before focusing back at the game at hand.

Badgers lost 41-53 the first loss of the season, despite the best efforts of the team. The numbers on the score board mock KK as she skates off the ice without a word to anyone and goes straight to the locker room ignoring everything around her.

The rest of the team piles into the locker room a few moments after, her coach trying to convince her it wasn’t her fault the team lost. Everything her teammates and coach told her went through one ear and out the other. She blamed herself for the loss, she was annoyed and furious most of all disappointed in herself.

You move your way through the people and wait for her outside of the locker room. Soon enough the girls walk out without KK, you look up at Laila confused “She’s inside go talk to her she’s going through it” the taller girl says disappointed in the outcome of the game. You nod at her words and hug the girl for a second “Hey I think you did great and next game you will do better” Laila smiles at your words and nudges you inside before walking back to the dorms with the rest of the girls.

Opening the door slowly Caroline’s head snaps up watching you walk in and sit right next to her. She shakes her head no “I messed up it’s my fault” her voice cracks at the end. Her head lays down on your shoulder and you turn your body straddling the bench to hug her.

Hearing her sniffle you rub her back up and down whispering soft nothing in her ear as you let her let all her feelings out.

Caroline pulls away from you not daring to make eye contact “Thank you” she whispers not looking at you, instead finding the lockers across you both very interesting.

Your hands cup her cheeks pulling her head to face you “Thanks for what baby” you ask her your thumbs wiping her tears. She shrugs “For everything you’re always there for me always” a smile forms on your face at her words.

Pulling her closer to you, you kiss her lips softly eyes closing for a moment. You pull away form the kiss and KK leans towards for more her eyes still closed, you put your finger on her lips “I’ll always be there for you Caroline no matter what I promise” you tell her, her eyes opening staring at you. She smiles slightly “Always?” she asks, you nod your head “Forever and Always” you promise her grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

“Forever and always I love you baby” Caroline repeats getting up and pulling you with her off of the bench. Her hand moves to the back of your head pulling you into a kiss once again. Your lips clash together and her hand moves down to your neck, putting pressure on it causing you to gasp. She takes that as a way to lick your bottom lip, her tongue moving in your mouth pushing for dominance.

The moment between you two gets rudely interrupted when Laila walks into the locker room groaning. You pull away from her squealing “Why is it always me to walk in on you guys damn get a room” Laila complains grabbing her jersey and running out of the room before either of you can respond to her. You laugh dropping your head on Caroline’s shoulder “I feel bad for Laila she’s seen way too much” you mumble as KK moves over you grabbing her bag. She grabs your hand interlocking your finger together before leading you out of the locker room through the fans and people, to make it to her car. She opens the passenger door for you before going to the back throwing her hockey stick and bag in the back before getting in the drivers seat.

Driving back to the dorms KK’s hand stays on your thigh the whole time rubbing back and forth.

Soon enough the you guys get back to the dorms Caroline going straight to the shower to relax. You stay in the kitchen pulling ingredients together trying to make chocolate chip cookies for the girl hoping it would cheer her up in a way. Mixing the batter together before laying the balls of batter on a platter then into the oven to cook. You sit on the kitchen counter legs swinging side to side scrolling through instagram.

Caroline walks in the kitchen her hair wet and dripping “What smells so good baby?” she asks you walking up to you. Her hands land on your thighs as she looks up at you “I made you some cookies jus’ want you to feel better” you tell her running a hand through her wet hair. She smiles at you moving her hands to your waist squeezing “Your the best you know that” you nod “I know I am” you respond to her cockily jumping off the counter grabbing her hand. You drag her down to the couch pushing her on it before climbing on top of her straddling her waist.

Your arms wrap around her neck and you kiss her all over her face, hands moving to hold each side of her neck. KK laughs pulling you back softly “I love you my girl” you tell her holding her face delicately in your hands as if it would break. She smiles and rubs your waist “I love you more” she whispers looking down at your lips before leaning in. Right when her lips are about to touch yours you get up abruptly strolling back to the kitchen to get the cookies. Caroline groan dropping her head back “Your such a tease” she complains getting up and following you to the kitchen.

Grabbing the cookies out of the oven you place them on the counter before pulling the gloves off. KK walks in and goes straight for the cookies; you slap her hand “No no wait for them to cool now go choose a movie to watch and relax I’ll bring them to you” she smiles at your words and kisses your forehead before running back into the living room.

The both of you lay together on the couch watching Bones and All. Her head lays on your chest arms wrapped around you “You always know how to make me feel better” Caroline’s says lifting her head to look at you.

“I just want you to be happy” you tell her grabbing her cheek with your hand rubbing back and forth. She smiles at you “I know but thank you for everything I’m gonna marry you one day” she says looking into your eyes.

You gasp “Marriage now that’s new” you joke with her not taking her words seriously. Caroline shakes her head “I mean it your the woman I want with me forever I’m gonna make you my wife one day I promise” she tells you her big hand coming to your face caressing your cheek softly.

Blushing you while you look at her you nod your head up and down “I can’t wait to marry you” you whisper pulling her into a kiss.

NIKA MÜHL X SHY FEM HCS

You guys met a bar when the team wanted to go out for drinks and your friends forced you to go out with them

You sit at the bar watching your friends dance with each other, occasionally sipping on your drink. The second you sat down Nika couldn’t pull her eyes away from you, she was starstruck. Some of her teammates noticed but didn’t say anything, waiting for her to finally make a move on you. Paige nudges the international girls shoulder laughing “Go get her Nika she’s cute” she says and Nika shakes her head before downing a shot and walking up to you.

You turn your head seeing a tall figure sit next to you at the bar. Nika smiles at you and orders another drink “Hi I’m Nika“ the taller girl introduces herself. You smile and look down for a moment “I’m Y/n“ Nika smiles at you and looks you up and down licking her lips “Your very beautiful can I get your number?“ you gasp a bit at her being so forward. You nod and grab her phone before putting your number in it a blush covering your cheeks.

Nika is always checking up on you knowing you can randomly get quiet sometimes

Once you started dating she was shocked at how you slowly started opening to her and getting comfortable so you would yap to her all the time

ALWAYS TOUCHING YOU

Hand on your waist or thighs, arm around your shoulder or holding your hand in public

She loves to make you all flustered

Sitting in the living room between Paige and Ice on live you wait for Nika to get out of the shower. You get up and go to the kitchen to get some water, Nika walks in the kitchen in a hoodie and sweatpants her hair all wet. She wraps her arms around your waist “Hey moja beba“ she whispers in your ear. Your face gets all hot and you turn around in her arms and look up at her “Hi Nika” you whisper your hand moving to play with her wet hair.

She looks down at you and moves her hand to rub your waist “So pretty princess” she says biting her lip. You blush and lean your head down on her chest as she laughs at your antics. You whine and the Croatian girl rubs your head before walking down to sit on the couch next to Paige. You roll your eyes and follow her before sitting on her lap and talking to the live.

She loves when you to sit on her lap and do her makeup for her

Makes you where her jersey to her games so everyone knows your hers

Paige 100% teases the fuck out of you just to piss Nika off

She’s always watching you when you guys go outside to make sure your comfortable

Walking around the mall with the team and your girlfriend you wander off by accident getting distracted by a jewelry store. While your inside looking at gold necklaces a boy around a year or two older than you comes up behind you “That would look so good around you neck” he says laughing. You furrow your brows at him “Thanks I guess” you say quietly. You move away from him and go back to looking at he follows you though “Your hot you know we should get together some time” he says not even trying to ask. You move away again “No thanks” you say sighing and turning around to pick up a gold charm bracelet “Oh come on you know you-“ he stops talking when Nika comes next to you and grabs your waist with one hand, the other gripping your chin while she kisses you. You pull away a red tint covering your cheeks “Hi princess let’s go the girls are waiting” your girlfriend says. You nod and leave with her not looking back at the boy in the store.

When KK gets too loud sometimes if Nika isn’t with you Paige, Azzi or Aubrey will watch you to make sure KK doesn’t do to much that makes you uncomfortable

Nika loves when you hold her when you guys go to sleep because she’s bigger than you so it’s as if she’s your body pillow

Leaves hickeys on your neck because she love to see you get all embarrassed when someone points it out

Your always stealing her clothes because it makes you feel safe

Blushing when Nika sends you ship edits of you guys

SO SO MUCH TEASING

She gets such an ego boost when she sees you checking her out

Complements you 24/7 just to see you blushing

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Kamora Arnold x Fem

Synopsis: Your the newest freshman recruit at UConn and KK takes a liking to you

This morning you had a short meeting with your new coach Geno, since you committed to play basketball for UConn. He told you where you would be staying, what the practice schedule is and all about what you needed to know about the school and team.

Walking around the athletes dorms you have no idea where the hell you’re going. Groaning you sit down on one of the couches re-reading the papers trying to find the one with directions you have written down. While you’re looking for the paper you hear people walk into laughing. Paige stops and looks at you “Yo your the new girl Y/n right?” she asks you walking over, KK and Ice behind her. You nod standing up “Yeah sorry I’m lowkey lost” you admit looking at the other two girls smiling at them.

KK looks you up and down “What’s your dorm number?” she asks you looking down at all the papers in your hand. You hum for a second looking through them “261” you say and KK grins “Yo that’s mines come on I’ll show you” she says grabbing your hand and dragging you along with her leaving Paige and Ice in the living room.

Following KK’s lead she takes you to her dorm room, you look around at her side before throwing your purse on the empty bed across the room. KK sits on her bed “Where’s all your stuff?” she asks you watching you look around in awe. You look back at her “In my car I don’t feel like carrying it all” you tell her watching as she gets up from her bed and grabs your arm “Girlboo no we decorating and getting you moved in right now come on get up” she says pulling you off the bed and out the door. KK goes over to Paige and Ice who were on the couch with Morgan “Yall we finna help the new freshie move in her dorm let’s go right now” she demands pulling you by the arm infront of them.

“Hi your Morgan right? Thank god I’m not the only freshman” you say as she gets up hugging you. She smiles down at you “Yeah it’s nice to meet you come let’s get you stuff” she says. You lead them to your car and Paige gasps “This is fire ass car girl how you get this?” she asks staring at your jeep wrangler in shock.

Shrugging your open the trunk and take out your four suitcases “My mom got it for me it used to be hers” you tell them holding two of your suitcases before KK grabs both of them from your hands them to Paige and Ice. She grabs the other two and starts walking back inside, you lock your car and both you and Morgan start talking while you follow the three older girls in front of you both.

They drop your stuff off in your room before going back to the living room, KK staying with in the room. Looking at her confused “You don’t wanna go back with your friends and relax?” you ask her bending down to open one of your suitcases. She comes down on the floor with you “Nah let me help you ma” she reply’s grabbing some sheets and starting to make your bed for you.

The both of you decorate the dorm together laughing and getting to know each other the whole time.

Flopping down on your now made bed you whine “Why was that so tiring?” you ask turning your head to look at the older girl sitting on her bed. She shrugs “Fuck if I know but we did good ma” she says getting up and coming down to your bed pushing you over so she can lay with you.

Both of your shoulders touching and you turn your head to look at her “Is it hard being away from family and stuff?” you ask her watching as she turns her body to face you.

“Yeah but the people here can make it feel at home. Don’t worry I’ll always be there for you if you need anything” KK tells you one of her hands coming to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

You can’t stop the butterflies that erupt in your stomach by her touch, you blush a bit looking down shaking your head. KK laughs “I got you cheesing now huh” she teases you before you shove her. Getting up from the bed you flip her off “Shut up” you mumble sliding your shoes back on.

KK watches you get up and you look at her with your hands on your hips “Get up we gonna go get food I’m starving” you say grabbing her hands and pulling her off of your bed. She nods fast and puts her shoes on before grabbing your hand once more dragging you out of your dorm. You knew that this would not be the first time KK was gonna be dragging you around.

can you do pazzi x reader

I saw it before it was even posted I’m just that special

Little Bit

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia keeps coming back to you.

a/n: georgia said she liked this song and i coincidentally like this song too (actually lol) so here we are 🥰

Little Bit - Lykke Li

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, mentions of a slight injury, the usual swearing, reader and georgia are exes and ended on bad terms, the bad terms being that georgia never had enough time for r, no cheating here dw!!!! despite the rumors… sigh, girl idek if this would work, UMMM WE GET FREAKY, making out, mentions of sex… yeah…, lmk if i missed anything!!!

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“Hello? Who is it?”

It’s dark. It’s 10:54pm. You have to rub some of the sleep from your eyes.

Whoever is knocking at the door is panicked. You can hear it in the way they knock- they’re nervous, maybe. Something is wrong. They knock too fast, too hard. Not like they’re in a hurry, but more so like they wish the door wasn’t there in the first place.

“Can I come in?”

Fuck.

You know that voice, even if it’s through a door.

“Georgia,” you sigh, hand on the doorknob, not quite opening it yet. You can hear her let out a small sound that’s a cross between a begging plea and a scoff, then the shuffling of feet.

“Please, Y/N.”

You loved her for so long. You still love her. Maybe some part of you will always love her, and you’ll just have to grow around the mark she made.

You open the door just wide enough for the chain lock to be pulled taut, finally laying eyes on her- she looks like a shell of herself.

“Georgia?” You ask, your brows furrowing, eyes wide in shock.

“Y/N,” she says your voice so sweetly. “Can I please come in?”

You look around her, but she’s in the empty hallway of your apartment building. There’s no one there. You don’t know how she got here, you don’t know what happened- but you know she came here. She came to you.

“I just really need you right now,” she says, and your heart breaks at the sound of tears in her voice, and suddenly you can see them shining so brightly in her eyes like stars.

You probably shouldn’t let your ex in. Especially not when she’s in such a vulnerable state like this, and you’ve been thinking about her more often then you care to admit…

“What happened?” You finally ask, voice small. She stays silent. “Did it- a game? Did something happen at a game?”

Your eyes suddenly widen and you tug on the door, forgetting the chain is there- “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, wiping something from her eye. “I’m fine. Please, Y/N, I know… okay. I know, but I still need you.”

You stumble over the words.

“W-we’re not da-dating. We’re not dating.”

“I know,” she says, kind of sadly, kind of resigned. “I just need you.”

If she says that sentence to you one more time you might actually break down and love her again. Love her, really, fully. But you can’t do that. The only way you can love her is secretly, in a tender part of your heart she had carved out so lovingly, and eventually left with scars.

And maybe… maybe you can love her in the darkness of your apartment.

You probably shouldn’t do this. But you’ll deal with that guilt later.

“You can always come here,” you whisper, shutting the door softly, almost like she’s a wild, scared animal that will run away at any movement too loud or sudden. You unhook the lock. The chain falls, it hits against the door.

You tighten your hand on the doorknob, about to pull it open- but you don’t have too. The door suddenly slams open, Georgia bursting in through the door like water through a broken dam- because you swear that’s what this night feels like. That’s what every interaction you have with her feels like. A dam- your resolve- breaking, and her rushing in past the broken pieces, taping you up behind her.

She wraps her arms around your waist, just like she used to do, and puts her face into your neck, just like she used to do.

It takes a second for the world to come back into focus, for your body to process the feeling of her skin on yours again, suddenly your hearing comes back and you hear the sounds of soft sobs. Tears are falling down, wetting your skin- but you can’t be bothered.

“Georgia,” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around her after a moment of shock. “What happened?”

She shakes her head, cries a little harder- and immediately tries to stop herself and choke it back.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, softly placing your hand into her hair and playing with the thick locks there, like you always used to do. “It’s okay, b- Georgia. It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I can just hold you for a while?”

She nods, after a tense second.

“I can do that,” you continue, still whispering. She once told you that she liked your voice.

“Keep talking,” she whispers, her voice thick and scratchy.

“Okay,” you say, letting out a breath.

You feel like a lighthouse letting a ship know where the port is. You feel like Orpheus trying to lead Eurydice out of the underworld with just his voice, trying to lead Georgia back to herself from wherever dark place she is.

“I had McDonald’s for dinner,” you blurt out. “It was really good. It’s Friday, I wanted to treat myself. Um, I had a pretty hard week. Just school wise. I had, like, three tests this week. Studying was rough, but I survived. I was watching the Office before you knocked. It was that one episode where Micheal goes into the woods and tries to survive on his own- I don’t know, it was funny. But Dwight followed him out, and, um, yeah. It was funny. I miss you.”

Her tears have dried by now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

And it’s suddenly so right that you’re standing in front of your doorway, holding her in the faint glow of the TV.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you came here. Would rather you here than the streets,” you laugh, dryly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, because you both know she’s not really sorry about coming here, but for some reason- neither of you have the heart to say it.

And you can’t tell her it’s okay. You can’t say it’s fine.

Softly, like she’s made of glass and you’ll break her, you press a kiss to her hairline.

“Come lay down with me?” You try to sound convincing, but it’s a question.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, and your stomach drops back down from where it had jumped to your throat in anticipation.

Your heartbeat increases at the thought of getting to sleep next to her again, knowing you’re about to sleep so good next to her, touching her skin. The TV continues to glow, continues to talk in low voices.

You softly let go of her, hand drifting to hold hers, watching as she wipes her tears.

She doesn’t need you to guide her to your bed. She knows where it is, but you take her there anyways with a hand that’s maybe a little too tight. But her grip is just as tight.

You know she’ll leave before you wake up.

She can’t face you in the light. And that’s fine, because you can’t really face her in the light either.

She squeezes your hand. You squeeze back.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

Everything is a giant fucking blur.

It’s so dark in here, all of the lights are turned off, and it feels more like a rave of some sort instead of a random frat party. They have these stupid neon strobe lights going, making green and yellow flash obnoxiously over everything- making it kind of hard to see. Making it kind of hard to keep the contents of your stomach actually inside of your stomach.

You’re supposed to be with your friends, celebrating one of your friend’s friend breaking up with her boyfriend who was apparently cheating on her, and the entire time all you could think about was your breakup with Georgia.

And the weeks before you finally toughed up and broke up with her- the weeks where you never saw her, where she forgot about you.

You head towards the counter strewn with half-empty bottles of liquor and red solo cups. You grab one that’s hopefully unused, mixing yourself up some random concoction that will definitely taste like shit, but you hope that you can’t think about her anymore if you drink too much.

You weren’t stupid, despite what someone may think- watching you spill a perfectly good bottle of vodka over the side of the cup, you really don’t have good hand-eye coordination right now- you’re not stupid. You knew it was going to be hard dating a D-1 athlete, you knew you would come third, and you were completely fine with that.

You didn’t get mad when she came home from practice and simply kissed you on the cheek before collapsing into bed, you honestly found it kind of sweet- because she would drag you into bed with her, beg you to run your fingers through her hair, or massage her aching muscles.

You didn’t get mad when she choose to spend one of her rare free nights with her friends- you were a little jealous in the moment, but the pictures she posted on Instagram with the biggest smile on her face made up for her.

You did get mad when she just stopped coming over, when suddenly your bed was too far, not even the promise of your soothing hands could get her to come back to your place. You did get mad when she didn’t answer you for days. You did get mad when you told her you were feeling a little neglected, and then cancelled last minute on your date she had planned- not for any reason, except to go shoot hoops by herself in an empty gym, drilling herself.

You did get mad when you spent every night alone without her.

You put the bottle back down, lifting the red solo cup and taking a big sip.

No. You can’t do this. You can’t feel like this, not tonight.

You take another sip, and another, until suddenly you’re floating through the dance floor and sticky alcohol is splashed on your front, and you can’t really see straight, and everything is kinda hazy and beautiful.

You find your friends in the crowd, downing the rest of your drink before crushing it in your hand and throwing it somewhere, hands in the air as you dance loudly and unapologetically.

You dance until your feet scream at you, your heels digging into your feet, following your friends through the crowd until you lose them, you can’t see them anymore.

Tears well in your eyes. Your breathing picks up.

“Y/N!” A bright and cheery voice exclaims.

Oh, it’s Liz.

“Liz,” you say, your voice not sounding like your own.

Her face quickly turns to one of concern. She takes in your slightly rucked up outfit, your teary eyes, the sweat pouring down your face.

She puts her hand on your shoulder, leaning down close to your ear so you can hear her.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Okay, you start to say- but where Liz is, Georgia will be.

“No-”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen at the sight of your ex-girlfriend.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p, laughing a little. “Nope, nope, nope. I need my friends, not you.”

You can tell Georgia is a little hurt by that, but she doesn’t back down. Liz stands kind of awkwardly to the side of you, but you keep yourself pressed against her and as far away from Georgia as you can.

You love her, you’re drunk, and she’s looking really kissable right now.

“Well, I don’t see your friends,” she shoots right back. “Do you?”

Her tone is a little condescending.

“Oh, shut up,” you say in disgust, taking a step forward- in your head, you’re gonna knock into her shoulder and strut past her. Hopefully she’ll even look at your ass as you leave.

Instead, you’re drunk, you don’t have your footing, you’re in godforsaken heels- and you careen forward, right into her waiting arms.

She sighs as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, her other hand immediately going to hold your hip.

She pretends to be annoyed.

You’re not surprised by this act, she was so vulnerable last week when she came over and said she needed you, cried in your arms- and you’re putting on this bratty act because you’re mad at yourself for letting her in.

But in your drunk state, you can feel her skin on yours so vividly, and you can feel the way her fingers slightly curl into you. Greedy. Possessive, almost. You fall into her and you let her take you, and suddenly she’s taken it upon herself to make sure you’re okay all-too easily. 

“Okay. c’mon,” she sighs, like it’s some big inconvenience to her, but she slides her arm around your waist and holds to her so quickly, again so possessively.

And you would be lying if you said you never felt as safe as you do when her arm is around you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss at her, trying to push her off of you- but she doesn’t really want to let go, and neither do you. She simply tightens her grip, and you simply stop fighting.

She brings you to a much quieter, much emptier part of the house, helping you sit on a couch before asking Liz to find you some water- or just anything that wasn’t alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” She asks when she sits down next to you, putting her hand on your back. You sit with your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, staring at the floor intently.

“A lot,” you mumble.

She laughs softly in response.

“Do you feel okay?”

Her thumb is rubbing back and forth against your back. Fuck, fuck, you lost your friends and now she’s so close and so far, and it’s so dark in this room- you can barely see a few feet in front of you.

It feels so secret- because everywhere else music is blasting. But in here, it’s just your voice and hers.

Tears well in your eyes yet again.

Maybe you should stop drinking. It makes you too goddamn emotional.

You turn to her.

You can’t face her in the light. But here, it’s so dark.

She’s let her hair down tonight. She almost never wears her hair down, so you’re kinda shocked- and you kinda wanna run your fingers through the waves.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, words muddled by alcohol.

She shrugs. “Just for fun.”

“You don’t know how to have fun,” you accuse.

She laughs, scrunches her nose. It’s all kinda condescending, still. Like you’re some little girl who doesn’t really know anything.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You never had any fun with me.”

She looks away.

“So it’s me, then? I’m the problem?”

“You’re not the problem, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Don’t be a brat,” she scolds.

Her? Scolding you?

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck. You. You’re selfish as shit, and I’m glad I broke up with you everyday.”

Saying that feels like you’re coughing up your organs, but whatever.

She smiles, scratching her nose.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Whatever,” you echo.

She rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ brat.”

“You can leave. You know that, right? You don’t have to stay here. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to sit on the same couch as a “brat” like me.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

You find yourself inching closer to her.

“Scared of the dark or something, Amoore?”

Suddenly her eyes meet yours.

“Oh, no. I know what you’re scared of.”

She leans back against the couch, adjusting her legs, arms out wide along the back of the couch.

“Really?” She laughs. Genuinely laughs, as if the idea of you something knowing personal about her is so unbelievable.

Suddenly, you swing your leg over hers and climb into her lap. You straddle her, hands pressing into her shoulders as she stares at you in shock.

“Y/N,” she says, swallowing- suddenly not so cocky anymore. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask, twirling a piece of her hair. “Need to me to talk some more? ‘Cause you love my voice so much, right?”

She puts her hands on your thighs and barely tries to push you off. She could, if she really wanted to. She’s strong. You love her arms.

“I’m really drunk,” you confess, still twirling with a piece of her hair. You can feel her gaze on your pouted lips. “I’m probably not gonna remember this in the morning…”

“Y/N.” It’s a very clear warning, but you push past it. There’s something between your thighs and a burning desire in your stomach.

“Maybe you should show me why I shouldn’t be a brat.”

Her hand moves up from your thigh to cup your waist.

“Fuck, princess.”

“Yeah?” You say, feeling kinda like a giddy schoolgirl at the way she hungrily rakes her eyes up your body, finally landing on your lips. You bite one of them- and the alcohol prevents you from feeling kinda silly, and you can see it on her face. The way she wants you right now.

“Bloody hell,” she whispers, finally leaning forward to place a kiss to your bare chest. She lets her lips linger, and you know you have her right under your thumb- but now it’s not about the power play.

Now it’s about how fucking badly you want her to touch you.

“Touch me,” you say, hoping she doesn’t tease you about the fact you’re practically begging for her, but she seems to want to touch you just as bad. “Touch me, Georgia, please.”

“Shh,” she whispers, before finally pressing her lips to yours.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

It’s annoyingly bright. And loud. Your eardrums might burst.

And in all honesty, you never really understood basketball all that well.

You kinda hate this entire thing.

You sigh, leaning back farther into your chair as a buzzer sounds and people cheer- and you straighten up only to realize that it’s just the first quarter.

It’s only been 10 minutes?

Your friends are all super into the game, of course, and it’s not like you don’t like supporting the girls on the team- Liz Kitley, at least, you still consider her to be one of your friends.

Having to watch Georgia completely command the court is probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. The way she’s so completely in her element, her hair tied back and sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat- you find yourself wanting to lick her skin.

You shake your head and groan, trying to physically get the annoyingly horny thoughts out- but, fuck. All you can think about is the last time you saw her.

The way her hands trailed your skin so hungrily, getting lower and lower, and the feeling in your stomach that felt suspiciously like an actual fire coming to a burning climax before slowly coming back down, reassured by her sweet kisses.

The way she held you that night was possessive. She made you feel like hers. The way she kissed you that night was like she had been starved of you for years, and thought about you every second.

Your friend nudges you. “Starin’ real hard.”

“I’m not,” you hiss, but you know you are.

“No, it’s okay,” she laughs. “I support it. You both miss each other.” You roll your eyes, but she doubles down. “You’re both still in love with each other, babe.”

Some odd emotion takes root in your chest. It squeezes.

“I’m not in love with her. I’m just… in like with her.”

“Mhm,” she says with a smile. “Well, we’ll all be here to celebrate when you guys finally admit it.”

“Jane, shut up.”

She nudges you again with a teasing smile. “I saw those suspicious looking bruises on your hips after that one party you both disappeared at… I might even say those suspicious bruises were kinda… Georgia shaped.”

“Shut. Up. Jane.” You narrow your eyes, and she only smiles widely before laughing and turning back to the game.

“Take your time, babe. Take your time.”

From what you understood, this was the Elite Eight game for the Hokies, and it was kind of a big deal. This game was the one that worked best in your and your friends schedules, and the stadium wasn’t exactly that far, so you came to have fun with them. To support your school, and Liz, and watching Georgia sink a few threes was an added guilty pleasure of a bonus.

You continue watching, your eyes staying mostly on #5.

Surprisingly, you aren’t watching when she gets hit.

You’ve actually managed to tear your eyes away from her and focus on the ball- when suddenly your friends gasp.

You look around the court, eyes finally landing on someone in a Hokie jersey laying on their back, face in their hands.

Someone in a red jersey walks past her, revealing a head of hair you know is Georgia’s.

You straighten, practically jumping out of your seat, your leg immediately staring to bounce up and down in anxiety.

“Get up,” you mumble to yourself. “Be okay. Get up. You’re fine, please. Please get up.”

She doesn’t get up. When you see the athletic trainers step onto the court you stand up quickly.

Jane is watching it from next to you, still sitting down, biting her nails- she looks up at you.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” she says, grabbing your hand. Squeezing, trying to bring you back to reality.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble as Jane pulls herself to stand. “They have to help her off? She can’t walk herself? W-where’d she even get hit? I didn’t see, I- I-”

“Y/N.”

Jane grabs your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath… wipe your tears… and go get your girl.”

You follow the first two steps but falter at the third.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hand down from your face.

She looks towards the court, and that’s when you realize she’s walking right past you to get to the locker rooms.

You’re thankfully at the end of the aisle, so you carefully make your way down the stairs, to the barricade, kinda feeling like you’re floating. Now that she’s at least up you feel a little better, your tears are starting to dry.

All you want to do is make sure she’s okay.

And even though she’s not yours, and you only love her in the dark- you need to know.

Besides… it’s been two weeks since you’ve felt her skin on yours.

“Georgia!” You call, hands on the barricade bracing yourself. “Georgia!”

You probably didn’t even need to call a second time, because she turns towards you.

A security guard steps in front of you with a large hand, asking you to please get back to your seat- you lock eyes with Georgia.

Her chin. It’s bright red and slightly swollen.

Silently, you ask her to please let you in- but she keeps walking, two athletic trainers helping her.

“Ma’am, please get back to your seat,” the guard says again.

Does she regret that night at the party? Is this feeling in your chest ever since Jane said she was in love with you hope? And it is being crushed now?

“Okay,” you mutter, feeling tears form in your eyes tenfold.

“You’re Y/N?” One of the athletic trainers has run over to you. The security guard gives her a look, but she glares right back.

“Yeah?”

“Georgia asked for you, c’mon.” She beckons you to follow her-

“Really?”

“Yes,” she deadpans. “She said she needed you. I don’t care what she needs, as long as she checks out, I want her to get back out there.”

“Me too,” you nod, sensing this lady took her job very seriously.

“Well c’mon then,” she sighs, patting the barricade, encouraging you to hop it. The security guard rolls his eyes and walks away, and you quickly clamber over the barricade and follow the woman- who walks very fast.

“Did she really say that she needed me?”

Your voice sounds like a stupid Disney princess.

The smallest smile makes its way into her face.

“Yes. She said she needed you.”

Georgia needs you.

You enter the locker room full of fluorescent lights, squinting as your eyes adjust and the door shuts behind you.

She’s sitting on a bench, her fists clenched as the other trainer softly holds her face to look at the mark already forming.

Georgia needs you.

You softly sit next to her, and it takes her a second to finally notice you out of the corner of her eye- an eye which is scrunched up in pain.

“Georgia,” you whisper. Her hand is shaky when you grab it. “What happened?”

“I think everyone saw,” she mumbles. You brush back some hair sticking to her forehead.

“I was actually playing attention to the ball, so, I didn’t.”

“You paid attention to basketball?”

“Well, not very well. But I tried.”

You move closer to her so your thighs are touching, her hand squeezes yours as she turns her head- and you spot the bruise on her chin.

“She got me in the chin.”

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, looking up wide eyes to the atheistic trainer. “Is it normal to be a bruise already- God, is your jaw broken? Are you okay?”

Georgia and the trainers all let out a laugh, and you feel kinda silly, but Georgia squeezes your hand as if to reassure you. You feel a little bit better.

“Completely normal,” the woman before explains. “And, a little tip, usually if people are talking- jaws aren’t broken.”

“Oh, whatever,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get a little hot. One of the trainers hands you an ice pack.

You.

“You’re medically checked out. Ice it for a minute, catch your breath, and you’re ready to go back out there if you want to.”

“Okay, thanks,” Georgia nods, smiling tightly- but you can hear it in her voice. The weight of it all. The pressure.

“We’ll give you a minute alone,” the trainer says, kind of suggestively, but you force yourself to ignore that as her and her colleague let the door shut behind them.

You softly press the ice pack to her chin. She shuts her eyes, and you can tell she’s willing herself not to cry.

“Does it hurt a lot?” It’s kind of a stupid question, but you can’t think of anything else to say.

“No. It’s not too bad.” Her eyes shut, and you place your other hand on her jaw to steady yourself. She lets out a breath.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whisper, hand moving to smooth back her ponytail.

“Mm- no, no. I’m fine. I just need you right now.”

And it’s in moments like this, when Georgia says she needs you, when she’s touching you and looking to you for comfort… this is how you know you’ll never be able to fully tear yourself away from her.

She’ll always run back to you. And you’ll always let her, with open arms.

You kind of want to ask her what needing you means. But you don’t.

“I should get back out there,” she says. She’s whispering, like this moment will break.

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing.

“Yeah.”

You meet her eyes again, and her pupils are slightly blown, she looks a little breathless-

“Oh, to fuck with it.”

She slams her lips onto yours, hands cupping your face and keeping you pressed close to her, the ice pack falling and your hands immediately winding around her neck- this is how you need her. You need her hungry and kissing you. You need her touching you and loving you.

She needs you to comfort her and you need her to fuck you.

Any shyness you had is long replaced, especially when one of her hands drifts down to squeeze your ass, making you moan her name into her mouth.

The kiss is disgusting, messy, kind of dirty.

“There’s so much riding on this game,” she breathes out when you move down to kiss her neck.

“I know,” you mumble back against her skin. “But you’re so talented.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, tilting her head back. “I only forget about it when I’m with you.”

Her hand drifts down to your neck, and she pulls you away to start kissing down yours, both of you careful to not leave marks- but you can feel her kissing a little harder then she should.

You’ll probably be leaving this place tonight with at least one faint mark on your neck. And the thought thrills you.

“Really?” You gasp. “Maybe you should stop fucking me over and spend more time fucking me.”

“I will,” she whispers against your skin, leaving one final kiss on the mark you could feel her forming. “I promise I will.”

“Good,” you say back, trying to sound confident. But she looks into your eyes, her ponytail messy from when you had tugged on her hair, and completely melt.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pointing awkwardly to the hickey. But you know she’s saying sorry for more than that.

You cover it with your hair. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she smiles, a little wickedly.

“Please.”

“I really have to go back now,” she stands up, rubbing her jaw. “Sorry- shit. You distracted me.”

“Sorry,” you shrug.

“I really gotta go before I kiss you again.”

You smile. You smile so big and she smiles right back.

“Well, now you’re definitely gonna win because you’re all fired up, huh?” You stand up, following her to the locker room door.

“Definitely.”

She doesn’t promise to text you or anything, and you don’t mind. You know she’ll come back.

You smile softly instead of saying goodbye, and she stares at you kinda in amazement for a second before shaking her head and running right back over to the game.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up, but you’re kinda glad you broke up.

—-

Would anyone read if I started writing for animies like JJK, My hero academia, deathnote, etc

Also send in some requests for ANYTHING I’m back into writing again I was just depressed as fuck