can you write an azzi fudd x reader, reader just got hired by the wings to be the new s&c coach for azzi. a lot of flirting & handsy
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pairing | azzi fudd x s&c coach!reader
genre | fluff, basketball
word count | 1.8k
warning | touching… like teasing
a/n | this was such a good plot to go off of, i really liked writing this! it is very short though so sorry guys 😓
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you barely made it through the first week before the entire wings roster was talking about you.
“she’s so sweet,” odyssey said in the locker room. “and she actually knows what she’s doing… fixed my hip mobility in like two sessions.”
“and she’s pretty,” zaza added, laughing. “like… distractingly pretty.”
azzi had rolled her eyes at first, but the compliments kept coming. pretty, smart, and great with her hands.
by the third mention of how good you were with your hands, azzi was damn near about to google you.
then she saw the picture. soft smile, tight ponytail, compression shirt hugging every curve. which made her decide that she needed to meet you, properly.
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now here you are, standing in front of her in the weight room two hours before tip-off, clipboard in hand and that same ponytail swinging as you turn to look at her.
“hey, azzi,” you say, voice warm. “i’m y/n. your new s&c coach. ready to get those legs burning?”
she swallows, nods, and tries not to stare at the way your shirt clings to your chest when you lean over to adjust the bench.
you start her with bodyweight lunges, pacing slow circles around her as she drops into each rep. sweat’s already beading at her hairline, darkening the baby hairs along her temples.
every time she steps forward, you’re right there.
close enough that she can smell your lotion, something soft and citrusy. “good,” you murmur when she sinks low.
“keep your chest up… yeah, just like that. you’re doing so well.”
azzi’s thighs are shaking by the third set, but it’s not just the burn. it’s the way your palm presses lightly against the small of her back to correct her posture.
“quad stretch next,” you say, and she follows you to the mat.
you kneel in front of her, one hand on her ankle, the other sliding up the length of her shin as you guide her leg into position. her breath hitches when your thumb brushes the inside of her knee.
“breathe through it,” you coach, voice low. “you’re so good at listening. makes my job easy.”
she laughs, shaky, and you smile like you know exactly what you’re doing to her.
you move behind her for the next exercise: goblet squats with a kettlebell. azzi grips the handle, feet planted, and you step in close, chest nearly brushing her back as you spot her form.
“sit back… yeah. knees tracking over toes. perfect.” your hands find her hips, fingers curling just above the waistband of her shorts.
the touch is professional, technically, but azzi feels it everywhere. “keep going. you’ve got this.”
by the time she finishes the set, her quads are on fire and her sports bra is damp with sweat.
you don’t step back right away. instead, you slide one hand down the outside of her thigh, ostensibly checking for tightness, but your fingers linger a second too long, tracing the muscle with deliberate pressure.
“these are strong,” you say, almost to yourself.
“but i can feel where you’re holding tension. mind if i work it out?”
she nods before she can even think of it.
you guide her to lie back on the mat, one leg bent, the other extended. your palms glide up her calf, over her knee, settling on the quad you’d just praised.
you press in with your thumbs, working slow circles that make her toes curl. every few seconds you glance up at her face, checking for discomfort, but all you find is parted lips and heavy-lidded eyes.
“feel that?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.
“yeah,” she breathes. “feels… really good.”
your hands keep moving, higher now, dangerously close to the hem of her shorts. you pause there, one thumb stroking absentmindedly along the edge of fabric, and azzi’s hips twitch involuntarily.
“sorry,” you say.
your eyes flick down to where her chest rises and falls a little too fast, then back up to meet hers. “you’re just… really responsive. makes it easy to know where you need me.”
azzi swallows hard.
you shift to her other leg, repeating the process. when you finish, you sit back on your heels and wipe your hands on a towel, but your gaze never leaves her face.
“we should probably cool down,” you say.
azzi pushes up onto her elbows, sweat-slick and flushed, and offers you a crooked smile. “same time tomorrow?” she asks.
your answering grin is all teeth.
“wouldn’t want to miss it.”
a/n | again, i’m so sorry for how short this is! i’ve been writing a lot and feeling a little drained lol.
my favorite view
Pairing: slightly jealous!Azzi Fudd x fem!Y/n
Fandom: WNBA – Dallas Wings
Summary: you’re her baddie…
A/N: it feels so weird to have Dallas dividers on my woman but it feels soo good at the same time…
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Azzi wasn’t usually the jealous type. She trusted me. Completely. She knew I loved her. I knew she loved me.
That wasn’t the problem. The problem was… The internet.
“You’ve got that look.”
I glanced up from my makeup bag, finding Azzi sprawled across the hotel bed with her phone in hand.
“What look?”
“The one where you’re doomscrolling.”
“I’m conducting research.”
You laughed.
“Research?”
“Mhm.”
She turned the screen toward me.
It was another TikTok edit.
This time it was from my appearance at the charity gala a few nights ago—the same outfit from the picture she’d bought for me.
Comments flooded the screen.
WHO IS SHE??
Need her immediately.
Respectfully… she is fine as hell.
If someone doesn’t claim her I will.
I know she’s somebody’s wife.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“They’re funny.”
“They’re annoying.”
“They don’t know you’re taken.”
I shrugged.
“They don’t have to.”
Azzi narrowed her eyes.
“They absolutely do.”
For nearly a year… Our relationship had lived in the land of soft launches. A hand here. Matching shoes there. Someone’s reflection in a mirror.
A blurry picture at dinner. Fans had figured it out months ago.
Neither of us had confirmed anything. Mostly because we were private. Mostly because we liked having something that belonged only to the two of you.
But lately…
Azzi was getting tired of pretending.
I was curled up on the couch editing photos while Azzi sat beside me playing a game on her phone.
Out of nowhere—
“I think I wanna hard launch.”
I blinked.
“…What?”
“Our relationship.”
I looked over.
“I thought you liked being private.”
“I do.”
She paused her game.
“But there’s a difference between private…”
“…and acting like you don’t exist.”
My expression softened.
“Babe…”
“I’m serious.”
She tucked one of my curls behind my ear.
“I hate seeing edits where people crop you out.”
“I hate interviews where people ask if I’m single.”
“I especially hate the comments acting like they still have a chance.”
I snorted.
“They definitely don’t.”
“I know.”
She smiled.
“I just wanna brag about my girlfriend.”
That night… we were getting ready for dinner. I had slipped into her favorite outfit on me.
The long denim skirt.
The green baby tee. Gold jewelry catching the warm light.
Azzi walked out of the bathroom…
And physically stopped walking.
“…”
“What?”
She blinked.
“You’re wearing that outfit again?”
“I like this outfit.”
“I know.”
“You sound offended.”
“I am.”
You laughed.
“Why?”
She crossed her arms dramatically.
“Because every time you wear it people forget how to act.”
“You are people.”
“I know.”
“And I’m struggling.”
Dinner still went perfectly. Too perfectly. Because every few minutes…
Someone looked my way. Not in a creepy way.
Just…
Admiring.
A waitress complimented my outfit. Eyes lingering a bit to long for Azzi’s liking.
A girl in the restroom asked where skirt was from.
Someone walking by told and me that I looked “literally unreal.”
Each compliment made me smile. Each compliment made Azzi’s jaw tighten just a little more.
On the drive home…
I had reached over, lacing my fingers through hers.
“You’re quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
She sighed.
“I know.”
I looked over.
“What’s wrong?”
She glanced at me before looking back at the road.
“Nothing.”
“Az.”
“…”
“I just…”
She laughed at herself.
“I know this sounds ridiculous.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“I know you’re gorgeous.”
“I know people are gonna notice.”
“I know they can look.”
She squeezed the steering wheel.
“But every time somebody flirts with you…”
“…I have to remind myself that I’m the one who gets to take you home.”
My smile softened immediately.
“Oh.”
“I know.”
“It’s dumb.”
“No.”
“It isn’t.”
I leaned across the center console as far as my seatbelt would allow, kissing her cheek.
“You wanna know a secret?”
“What?”
“I don’t notice them.”
She frowned.
“You don’t?”
“I’m usually too busy looking for you.”
By the time you got home… I’d forgotten about the conversation. Azzi hadn’t.
While I showered…
She sat on the edge of the bed scrolling through her camera roll.
Then she found it.
The picture.
The one she’d snapped of me leaning against the wall tonight.
The one where I looked effortlessly beautiful. Her words..
She’s stared at the picture more times than she’d like admit.
Without overthinking it…
She opened Instagram. Selected the picture. Tagged me. Typed one sentence.
@itsy/nofficially is my favorite view. 😝💖
She hit Post.
Three minutes later…
I walked out of the bathroom wrapped in one of her hoodies.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Hm.”
My own phone buzzed gor the night stand. Then buzzed again. And again.
I frowned.
“What the…”
Opening Instagram…
My mouth fell open.
“AZZI!”
She immediately started laughing.
“What?”
“You posted me!”
“Mhm.”
“You tagged me!”
“Mhm.”
“We’ve literally never done that before!”
“I know.”
“You hard launched us!”
“I sure did.”
I stared at her.
“You didn’t even warn me.”
“I would’ve if I thought you’d talk me out of it.”
“I would’ve!”
“Exactly.”
The internet… Lost. Its. Mind.
Within fifteen minutes—
AZZI POSTED HER GIRLFRIEND.
WAIT Y/N AND AZZI ARE DATING!!!!!
WE WON.
SHE’S SO PRETTY I’M SICK.
THE CAPTION????
oh azzi is DOWN BAD.
“my favorite view” YOUR HONOR I’M CRYING.
Even some of the girls texted.
Paige 🏀:
FINALLY.
KK:
BRO TOOK LONG ENOUGH 😭
Sarah:
ABOUT TIME.
I looked over at a very smug Azzi.
“So…”
She looked up innocently.
“So?”
“You planned this.”
“A little.”
“A little?”
“I’ve had that caption saved for like…”
She checked her Notes app.
“…four months.”
I burst out laughing.
“Four months?!”
“I was waiting for the right picture.”
“You’ve been gatekeeping my face for how long… and you were just waiting for “the right picture”?”
“I’ve been protecting my peace.”
“You’ve been jealous.”
She immediately denied it.
“I wasn’t jealous.”
I smirked and raised an eyebrow.
Azzi lasted all of three seconds.
“…Okay.”
“A little.”
“Azzi.”
She wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling me into her lap.
“I know I bagged a baddie.”
I laughed.
“Oh my God.”
“I do.”
“And every time somebody looks at you…”
She kissed my temple.
“I just wanna be like…”
She pointed dramatically at my chest.
“Mine.”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
“So possessive.”
“So in love.”
I rested my forehead against hers, as she somehow pulled me closer to her.
“You know…”
“Hm?”
“You never had to post me.”
“I know.”
“I would’ve loved you whether the whole world knew or not.”
She smiled softly.
“I know.”
“But I wanted them to know.”
“Know what?”
“That the prettiest girl in every room…”
She squeezed my hand.
“…chose me.”
“And I plan on spending every day making sure they know I never take that for granted.”
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If you are taking requests ( Rhaenyra and Alicent or one of them ?) being the Queensguard ( you know both since youth - Reader is a skilled knight despite being female very graceful respected ( Brianne ) wise too. She served Alicent faithfully took her to Dragon stone tried to help her escape, imprisoned(punished,scar or something if say she took the blame to protect their escape attempt) but Rhaenyra takes you as her queen's guard so it's very tense conflicting. Rhaenyra wants reader around , asks for council is annoyed Reader still is protecting Alicent who misses Reader - idk you decide ! Whatever genre/direction 👀
❝ knight of her heart ❞ ─── featuring. . . alicent hightower and rhaenyra targaryen
pairing. alicent x queensguard! fem! reader x rhaenyra
summary. you were always respected - but when caught between two sides and forced to choose, you stagger a bit. the woman you were sworn to protect, or her childhood friend whom you know is the true heir to the throne.
content. semi longshot/fluff/angst/smut. knight! reader / queens guard. no use of y/n. alicent hightower curse your beautiful doe eyes. reader works for the greens but supports rhaenyra taking the throne. dragon like! rhaenyra. implied/referenced religious undertones. blood and violence mentioned! bottom! alicent. fingering. cunnilingus. jealous! alicent. forced submission. possessive! rhaenyra. SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 OF HOTD.
✉︎ anna’s letters. thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy :) sorry this took so long, I posted one fic and got literally 8 requests in an hour lol. and thank you guys for 100 followers?? omg
| Spoiled Rotten |
Pairing: Sugar Mommy!Scarlett Johansson x fem!College Reader
Summary: You’re a broke college student. Scarlett’s rich, gorgeous, and obsessed with spoiling you. She pays for everything — and when she finally decides to collect? She doesn’t hold back.
Warnings: Age gap (19–20 x ~40s),Sugar mommy dynamic / luxury kink,Domme!Scarlett x Sub!Reader, smut (oral, fingering, praise, light restraint)
Authors note : requested by @veja
The first time Scarlett Johansson bought you something, it was a coffee.
Not a thousand-dollar bag. Not the designer shoes you’re wearing right now. Just a coffee.
You had been standing in line with your messy ponytail, oversized hoodie, and cracked phone screen open to a digital textbook when she tapped your shoulder and said,
“Don’t look at me like that — I can afford your latte.”
You didn’t even recognize her at first.
risk it all
pairing: washington mystics!georgia!dating!vet x washington mystics!reader!rookie!dating
wc: 4.4k
request: y/n
anon ask: ahh yay can u write a story where it’s Georgia Amoore x reader gf who is shorter than her and she loves being the tall one in the relationship
summary: she's the best point guard in the conference, she's run this team since she was a roookie, and she still has to get on her toes to kiss you but she would not have it any other way.
lyricii yaps: just imagine georgia wasn't injured her rookie year just imagine...
you meet georgia amoore for the first time on a tuesday in february, on the worst end of a sixteen-point loss.
you're a sophomore at louisville, she's a senior, already the best point guard in the conference, already the kind of player broadcasters say things like generational about without anyone arguing and her team comes into your gym and takes it apart in the first six minutes.
Rhaenyra x reader with incest if it hasn’t already been crossed out?
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲
w/c: 2.1k
summary: when a relationship that once seemed destined to last falls apart under the pressure of life, both you and billie try to move forward the only way you know how: separately. but, an unexpected reunion uncovers old feelings, lingering questions, and the painful realization that sometimes life can be changed by the words that never reach the person who needed them most.
warnings: unresolved angst, miscommunication, guilt, misunderstanding, frustration
a/n: i’m on an angst streak! i’m on a stupid long road trip so i have lots of time to write. i hope ya like it!
“SPIDERWOMANS NAME IS BILLIE PARKER” WHAT THE-
pairing ⋮ spiderbillie x shy!reader
genre ⋮ fluff , oneshot , acquaintances to something ?
synopsis ⤑ you’re a photographer for a event and you run into spiderwoman taking off her mask and throwing baggy jeans and a hoodie on. to your surprise its billie .ᐟ.ᐣ
tags ⋮ f reader , reader is SUPAA introverted , not rlly famous billie more down to earth neighborhood spiderwoman ! i’ll do famous billie next. THANK YOU FOR 300 <3 art creds to weromica on ig and tiktok (˶˃𐃷˂˶)
wc ⋮754 (short)
Big ol' freak: Megan thee stallion
Pairing: Megan thee stallion (intersex) x black!fem!reader Summary: You and Megan are on vacation, but you start catching some attitude, so she gotta fix that. Note: Bare with me, this is my first time writing a smut. So tell me if it's good or not 🫣 proofread kinda
You and Megan have been on vacation in Thailand. You guys were staying in the Panwaburi beachfront resort and it was beautiful. Right now you guys were getting ready to go out, your outfit was cute and calm, nothing too over the top. Your neatly braided boho box braids hanging down to your waist, some braids moved over for a side part look. Everything was good, but one thing..... Your attitude.
"Y/N come on" Megan called out as she stood by the front door of the room "Im fucking coming, damn" You replied, rolling your eyes. She slowly walked over to you, moving like a predator that's bound to catch it's prey. "Who you talkin to like that?" Her voice low, sending a slight shiver down yo spine. But you didn't back down. "You, the fuck" You snapped as you bent over to put your shoes on. "Fuck is wrong with you Y/N?" She asked, voice a little too calm. "There's nothing wrong with me" You responded as You turned to her "You like pissing me off?" She said with what almost sounded like a low growl. "I brought yo ass all the way out here for a fuckin vacation, not for you to be on no bratty ass shit" She added "Im not being bratty" You sassed "Im losing my fucking patience with you Y/N" She gritted "I dont give a fuck Megan" You retorted.
She stepped closer, slowly. Slow enough to make your breath hitch. "Get on the bed" She ordered "What no-" She cut you off by grabbing you by your neck, not hard or squeezing. Just enough to tell you she wasn't playing with you. "I said get yo mothafuckin ass on the bed, NOW!" She repeated before letting go of your neck. You stumbled over to the bed, not wanting to make things worse then they already are.
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And that's how you ended up here, your ass up and face down. Megan pounding into you from behind as she pinned your hands above your head with her right hand "M-megan p-please" You managed to babble out in between your moans and whimpers. "Nah take this dick, you was talkin all that shit. Take this dick like a big girl" She mumbled in your ear before placing kisses down your back "M-meg please" You whimpered "You feel me baby?" She asked as she thrusted in and out of you, her veiny cock dragging against your walls, hitting all the right spots. You could only whine in response "Answer me" She growled as she smacked your ass "Yes, i feel you!" You cried out "Good girl" She cooed in your ear as she reached her left arm around your body as she started rubbing tight circles on your clit.
She looked down only to be meet with the sight of a white ring of cream around the base of her cock "Fuck Y/N, this pussy creaming for me" She said as she smacked your ass. "Yes Megan" You moaned out as your eyes rolled back, her cock hitting spots deep inside of you that made your toes curl. "You finna nut? Nut on this dick" She commanded "I- uh- ah" You cried out as your orgasm hit you like a train, your juices gushing out around her cook and soaking the sheets below. "Fuck, look at you" She groaned as she started thrusting faster, chasing her nut. "Where you want this nut baby?" She asked as she let out another groan "In me, please Megan." You whined as you clenched around her "Shit, take this nut. Fuck, take it." She grunted as she buried her cock inside of you, thick hot rope after rope of cum painting your insides white.
She collapsed on top of you, both of yall panting heavily. She leaned down and kissed your neck "What happened to that attitude, huh?" She questioned "You fucked it out of me" You said, breathlessly. "Damn right i did, i bet not see an attitude for the rest of this trip. You hear me? She asked "Yes Meggy, i hear you."
the enddd, first smut kinda nervous. 🥴
i’ve always wanted you *࿐
NYLA HARPER X (FEM!)READER
tw; jealous!nyla harper, lesbians, jealousy/possessive — rough kissing/, kinda angst(?), fluff & angst, non proof read poo
pov : uhh 2nd pov
angela wasnt with wesley at the time — but shes a tease for this one 🥹
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summary: both you and nyla thought it was better to be casual with each other, but you catch yourself falling in love with her each day and because of it — you start to ignore her and avoid her. Nyla catches on and sees many others flirting with you causing her to become jealous and upset.
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You started ignoring Nyla for a few days now, taking whatever Tim or Nolan gave you just so you wouldn’t see her at all. You weren’t supposed to catch feeling for Nyla, it was supposed to be a casual fling with her.
But everytime you were caught sneaking glances at Nyla — your heart starts to beat faster, the palms of your hands would sweat like crazy and you knew it would hurt if you told her the truth,
she did tell you specifically to keep thing casual.
Yes, when you saw other people flirting with Nyla, you would be extremely jealous. Which was werid because she wasn’t yours in the start. But you were ignoring her, why would it matter so much when you were pushing yourself away from her?
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You were standing next to both Celina and Nolan, they were busy talking about what had happened to the man who had died just a few hours ago before receiving a call about some stench coming from the backyard.
Your eyes were fixated on the body in front of you before you heard some of your colleagues talking about something - or someone, which you know. They always do, but they say your name leading you to freeze up.
“Have you seen her? It would be nice to get her in my bed, have you seen her body?” You overhear, your cheeks flushed then you quickly look at both Celina and Nolan, Celina looks at you before smiling, the usual smile she gives you every morning.
You then turn around and looks at them, before hopping into the conversation, “Well I don’t just walk in someone bed, good luck with that.” You smirk at them, one of them turns to face Angela who was grinning.
“Sweetheart, you shouldn’t be playing hard to get. We both know we could easily get you in bed without even trying.” Her voice was slightly deeper, and her grin grew. She lifts her hand to move a strand of hair out of your face, you knew Angela loved to tease you.
But in the distance, Nyla was watching. Standing there, her jaw cletched and her hands were shaking in anger. All she could feel was how angry and upset she was, before she could even think about her actions, she was already standing near both you and Angela.
“Can you all get back to work? This is a crime scene, not some place where you could flirt around.” Nyla’s voice slightly raised, she crosses her arms before she looks your way. You could feel her getting impatient.
“Yeah, okay..” you softly mutter before walking away from Angela, walking back towards Celina who was standing next to Lucy now.
When you reach both Lucy and Celina, you turn to take a glance at Angela and your colleagues, and see that most of them were frustrated at Nyla who had ruined the fun.
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After endless crimes and violence, you finally sit down for lunch. You were sitting next to Nolan, Tim and Lucy.
“Why is she so sour today? Well, she always is but today she’s been so hard-headed today!” Lucy groans, and Tim just agrees. “Who?” You asked her,
“You haven’t caught on?” Tim looks at you confused before Nolan sighs, Celina comes around and sits down next to you, frowning due to whatever is leading to this conversation.
“Caught on—what? What are you guys talking about??” You look at all four of them, confused and slightly a little angry. But then Lucy looks at you before letting out a chuckle.
“Well early today, remember when Angela was flirting with you? Well it seems like Nyla got angry, leading to her sour mood.” Celina says before taking a bite of her lunch that was in front of her.
“Its been like that since last week, she’s been giving everyone a hard time. Even if she’s not supposed to, her mood bring everyone else down if shes sour.” Nolan sighs, you feel your heart racing against your chest.
“What am I supposed to do about that?” You grumble, and Tim stares at you. “Fix it. Talk to her, and apologize for the flirting.”
And Celina looks up from her food before saying “I agree, you better hurry, her sour mood is starting to affect everyone now.”
You nod before getting up. But before walking away you turn to look at the four — “so where would Nyla be found?”
“With Angela,” Nolan says looking up at you “or her desk.” Tim pokes his food with the fork in his hand. You turn away, “Right, where else?” You chuckle before walking around to find Nyla.
—— You found Nyla sitting at her desk with a pout on her face, she was looking at the screen infront of her — you caught her eyes look at you from the screen.
Then before you could say anything, she turns her chair around to face you. Her hands grip her lap tightly. “Can we talk after work, please?” Her voice softened around you.
“After? Yea — and I wanted you to apologized for.. early.” You muttered and you could see Nyla’s eyes smile but not her lips. “It’s fine,” She turns away and her eyes dart back to the screen.
When you turned away and walked off, Nyla rests her head apon her hands. Her mind was everywhere, she couldn’t stop thinking about you and how much she craved you.
Angela comes around the corner and sits at her deck, which the woman in front of her had hearts all around her, leading her to smirk.
“Thinking about her aren’t you? I saw the way you acted when I was flirting with her, your darling girl.” Angela chuckled before opening the folder in front of her.
“Angela, Im not in love with her—“
“Liar.” Angela laughed before looking up fron the folder to see Nyla’s cheeks were red and a slight groan comes from her.
“She was ignoring me for a week, what am I supposed to do?” Nyla looks up from her hands.
“And now she’s talking to me? I told you, how I kept things casual with her. What does she want? Does she want me or not. . ?” Nyla frowns while looking at Angela
Angela giggles before leaning forward, “Why don’t you ask her? get the truth- without acting all detective on her.”
“I told her that I wanted to keep it casual.”
“Well, maybe tell her how you truthfully feel.”
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After work, Nyla has been in her black leather jacket, white long sleeve which was slightly dirty and jeans. She waited and waited for you.
Once you open the door, her eyes turned straight to you. And she walked quickly to you, as soon as she was closer to you — her arms wrap around your waist.
Your arms slowly but gently wrap around her neck before she whispered, “im tired of you ignoring me, ignoring my calls and messages,” her voice was deep before she leans in closer to your ear.
“Please, tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something wrong?” She looks at you, her eyes roam your face — scanning carefully.
“You didn’t do anything—“
“Then why are you ignoring me?”
You couldn’t dare tell her that you fell in love with her, when she told you that all she wanted to keep thing casual, nothing more.
You both promised to not fall in love, but you broke that promise and fell in love with Nyla.
“Don’t you dare lie to me, tell me the truth.” Nyla’s voice was deep, you could feel how much she wanted the truth from you.
“I know when you lie to me, please tell me.” She begged quietly, she hated begged and you knew it but she only begged for you.
It was silent for a while untill you say,
“I broke the promise.” you dart your eyes away from her face before continuing, “I— Im in love with you.” You confessed, Nyla was quiet, but you could feel her eyes on you — burning a hole.
Her grip on your waist tighten by little before she lifts one of her hands to turn your chin back towards her, your eyes turn up towards the woman.
Nyla then pulls you closer before she leans in to kiss you, her lips soft against yours. Her eyes were shut closed, and her eyebrowns furrowed. She was desperate for you. . . And you only.
The hand that was on your waist gently guided you closer to her, your body was now against hers. You could possibly feel her heartbeat against your own.
Once she pulled back, her breath was heavy and she sighed in relief before muttering, “I loved you, god i loved you. You don’t know how long I had been waiting for you to say that.”
“I hated it, I don’t like it when you ignore me and flirt with other people when your mine. No one else is going to take you away, I want you and I know im not always like this but gosh—“ Nyla sighs,
“I always wanted you only, and I know that I said I wanted to keep it casual. But it was because I didn’t want to be broken in the end again.” But before she could even continue, you cover her mouth.
“Well I know that we might have our ups and downs, but I know damn well that I wouldn’t dare to break you apart, not when I fell first—“
“How are you so sure that you fell in love first?” Nyla voice teased before she reached a strand of hair out of your face. She started to giggle before kissing you gently, ——
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grammer is so bad ignore it …
PEACE || headcannons
(mom!lauren betts x mom!reader headcannons)
sypnosis: lauren as a mom
author's note: hiiii! i know i've been writing a lot for lo, but im like insanely obsessed and can't wait for the draft tomorrow. also im gonna do some more sienna betts reqs and alysa liu oneshots tonight. reqs are open!