Girlll you gonna get so tired of me but can you do platonic geno with menace reader?? Like more on their dynamic?
(I COULD NEVER GET TIRED OF YOU‼️)
Coach, I Swear It Was an Accident (It Wasn’t)
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Summary: You’ve been testing Geno’s patience since the moment you stepped on UConn’s campus. You’re talented, unbothered, and just enough of a smartass to keep your scholarship hanging by a thread. But deep down, you’re his favorite headache.
Vibe: Whistle slams, eye rolls, chaotic love, and the emotional damage of saying “you’re like my kid” with his whole chest
No one stresses Geno out like you.
And no one lives for it like you do.
You’ve been on thin ice since the first time you called a press conference “ghetto fabulous” under your breath while mic’d up. Geno almost choked on his coffee. Azzi fell off the bench. Paige had to cover her face to keep from laughing.
“Did you really just say that into an NCAA broadcast feed?” Geno asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
You shrugged. “It was.”
He turned red. “You are going to ruin me.”
“I’m not the one who approved these chairs,” you replied, sitting in one like you were posing for Vogue and not a ranked post-game Q&A.
From that day on, you were his #1 problem child. But God, he’d go to war for you.
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He yells at you the most. Because you deserve it.
“You think that behind-the-back pass was smart?” he snaps during practice.
“I thought it was flavorful,” you say, wiping sweat from your face.
“Flavorful?” he repeats. “You are one tech away from me throwing you out of the building.”
“Cool, I’ll just Uber to my NIL shoot.” He throws his clipboard. You wink.
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But it’s not all jokes. Sometimes you check on him when nobody else does.
You bring him an iced coffee before early practices. Put ibuprofen next to his water when he rubs his temples too long. You sit in his office when you’re having a bad day, head down, quiet for once.
He doesn’t say much. Just passes you a protein bar and keeps typing. That’s how y’all say I love you. In chaos and quiet.
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And even when he’s mad, furious, pacing the sideline and yelling your name after a steal you didn’t convert or a stunt you weren’t supposed to pull?
He still defends you to everyone else.
“Yeah, she’s a pain in my ass,” he tells reporters. “But she’s my pain in the ass.”
Bonus:
You Benched Me. I took it personal.
Okay… maybe not messed up. But you definitely pulled a fast break reverse layup, stared down the girl you just scored on, and said, “I thought y’all were ranked?”
Geno yanked you off the court so fast your sneakers squeaked.
“You’re done,” he snapped, waving you toward the bench. “SIT.”
You threw your hands up like you didn’t understand why you, of all people, were getting benched.
“Coach, come on—”
“No. Sit down before I sit you in the parking lot.”
You flopped into the seat next to KK like you’d just been hit with war crimes. She was biting her lip, trying not to laugh.
Azzi looked at you with the world’s deepest sigh. Paige was already reaching over with a towel and a muttered “You really can’t help yourself, huh?”
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You were petty the whole time.
Refused to make eye contact with Geno. Didn’t speak during timeouts. Sat with your arms crossed like someone grounded you from your phone.
Even when the team got hype, you clapped in slow motion with a deadpan expression like a robot being forced to show spirit.
You deserved that benching. But you weren’t gonna act like it.
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Third quarter, two turnovers in a row, Geno’s eye twitched.
“Get in,” he finally muttered, not looking at you.
You stood up so slow.
“Oh, I’m allowed to play again?” you said, stretching dramatically.
“Reader,” he growled. “Don’t.”
You walked past him with the fakest smile ever. “Love you, Coach.”
“Drop 10 or don’t come back.”
You dropped 26.
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Reverse layup. Stepback three. Full-court pass with your off-hand.
You lit the gym up like it was personal. Because it was.
And after you hit the last three and jogged back on defense, you looked over at Geno and mouthed, “Still wanna bench me?”
He didn’t smile. But you saw him shake his head and mutter, “Unbelievable.”
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After the game, while media swarmed Azzi and Paige, you walked past Geno in the tunnel, pretending to look at your nails.
He cleared his throat. You turned slowly.
“…Good job,” he said under his breath, like it physically hurt him.
You gasped, hand to your chest. “Wait—what was that? I blacked out.”
“Don’t push it.”
“I’m framing that.”
He rolled his eyes. “I should’ve gone into real estate.”
You slung your arm over his shoulder and whispered, “Nah. Then you never would’ve met your favorite problem.”
He groaned. But he didn’t push you off.
