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Multi-Fandom Request-A-Fic
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Meme Type-ThingI figured it was time to do something fun at my journal and Mell really wanted me to do this, so here we are. This is one of those things where you fill out the form requesting a fic that you want and then other people come by and get inspired and write a drabble/fic based on your request. If you still don' ( Read more... )
Fandom: Twilight
Character/Pairing: Leah/Paul
Rating & Word Count: teen && 269
"You won't hit me."
"Paul, everyone hit's you." Leah spun her badminton racket idly as she threatened Paul. "And if they aren't actually doing it, they're thinking about it."
"You're lucky you're a girl, or I'd hit you."
Leah laughed. "Oh please. Don't give me that crap. You just know that I'd kick your ass” He would deserve getting his ass kicked now anyways. The twerp was cheating. Well, trying to cheat was a more truthful answer. With a smirk still playing on her features, Leah tossed the birdie up and hit it over the net. "But not as bad as I am already."
Paul hit the easily served birdie, but he knew better than to get his hopes up. Leah was just toying with him until she switched into her game mode where she would completely wipe the floor with him. Still, he taunted her. "Don't get too comfy on your high horse. I'll catch up."
"What's the score now?" The birdie came back to her and she hit it lightly as before. "Fifty to seven?"
"Forty nine to seven." He corrected quickly. Now was the time for action. She was distracted, and wouldn't see a quick hit coming. Paul hit the birdie back at her, hard.
Then the birdie was on the ground next to him and Leah was getting out of the crouch that she'd landed in. How did she do that every singly time? It was like she could fly. Paul growled and squeezed the handle of the racket a little so hard that it splintered. Leah returned the gesture with a smug smile.
"Fifty."
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Paul deserves to be humilieted in front of her over and over again.
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