"My dearest feather face you sound a bit frazzled."
"Riot where the fuck are you, don't play with me right now."
"Nah papi, gotta live up to my name, you know? Can't just go about life not wreaking havoc left and right. Besides, I just saved your musty ass, be grateful. "
"Riot everyone can hear you"
"That's the point Lieutenant guapo."
"AJ, baby?"
"Yeah love?"
"Honey, your ass is in for it tonight; I'd start praying now."
"Ah, now he's come out to play."
"Jesus Christ you guys, you're in the air, might I remind you, so I can't even tell you to get a room. Land please and then go play hanky panky for as long as you want."
"Bro, you did not just refer to sex as "hanky panky"."
"AJ, shut up man."
I cannot do descriptions. Praying that I get better at them. For now you get this. If you decided to give the story a chance, thank you very much you now have my eternal love.
Also please don't be too harsh with grammar issues as I probably will not ever edit this.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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