But I like it. . .
Paige bueckers x fem!blk!reader
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Synopsis: Paige and you have been together since you were both juniors in highschool. Now you both are seniors in college So while Paige was at practice and you've already booked your appointment, it was perfect timing to get your tattoo . . . of Paige's name.
(drabble!)
"I bought Chick-fil-A, you hungry?" I huffed as I heard my girlfriend come inside our apartment, I slowly walked out of our shared bathroom.
"yeah, a bit," I mumbled walking into the kitchen. She raised a bow at me, her hands resting on her hips. "A bit? I barely saw you today and you're already lying,"
"I'm not lying, it's not my fault you're a big back," I rolled my eyes, walking past her towards the refrigerator to get water. "Big back? Oh no baby never that," she sassed out, and I laughed a little. "Girl bye."
"why do you have tape behind your ear?" She peered over my shoulder, getting a closer look. "Move," I whined, gently pushing her head away, "it's not tape stupid."
"then what is it stupid?" She mocked me, and I rolled my eyes.
"I got a tattoo.." I mumbled.
"what."
"I got a-"
"heard you the first time, why? What does it say?" She gently grabs my waist pulling me closer, looking at my tattoo. She looks at it and sees 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓰𝓮 behind my ear. She looks down at me with a smirk.
"we're like chrisean and blue face," she joked and my face dropped.
"you play too much,"
"baby, I was just kidding." She softly tilted my chin up, "I like it."
"really?" My eyes lit up with excitement.
"yeah, I should get a tattoo of your name, but on my-"
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We're cuddled up on the couch, watching law and order svu.
"it's fake.." I mumbled softly, burying my face more into her chest. It took her a moment to comprehend what I just said.
"what?"
"no ring, no tattoo."
"bro I told basically my whole team about it," she groaned, sitting up with me in her lap.
"who's fault is that?"
"yours! You lied to me,"
"shh it's 10 at night, my love."
"my bad, but you still lied to me."
"it's just a tattoo,"
"but I liked it.." she mumbled with pout, being overly dramatic, Paige being Paige.
"we can get matching real ones next week,"
"really?" Her pout quickly fading, her hand gave my waist a small squeeze.
"no."
"kill yourself."
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I hope I managed to create an original atmosphere, the drawing turned out to be fast, it is not too overloaded and thanks to AI for helping with the background.
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