Testing My Patience (SP x OC)
Pairing: SP x Izzy Decker
Prompt: “Is annoying people a hobby of yours because if so, maybe you should try knitting.”
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: Requested from the prompt list I’ve got linked on the sidebar of my page. Still entertaining requests for OCs and Reader inserts. My goal is to post one or two a week between chapters my other fics so keep the requests rolling in!
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The words on the page were beginning to run together, Izzy’s brain barely able to focus on the work in front of her while the rest of her cohorts chatted above the blaring TV. They were all shoved into Sweet Pea’s living room, bodies spread across the worn furniture and the floor while they passed a few pizza boxes amongst each other. She’d tried to talk her way out of coming tonight, really needing to sit down and concentrate on the English outline that was coming due, but Sweet Pea had been relentless and she’d eventually caved just to shut him up.
“Izz…”
Doing her best to ignore Sweet Pea’s probing gaze, Izzy shifted against the pillow she had propping her up and read the same line on the page for the third time. The logical side of her knew it was futile to try and get anything else done, but her she refused to let Sweet Pea win. She’d get the outline finished if it was the last thing she did.
“Izz…” He knew that she could hear him, even over the commotion in the living room. Beside the fact that they were in close quarters, her fidgeting and constant side eye were easy giveaways. “Izz…”
Snapping her book with more force than necessary, Izzy leveled a perturbed look at her grinning significant other. He got a sick enjoyment out of needling here at the worst time and it took all her control to keep her temper in check. “What Sweet Pea.”
“Put the book away.” It was Friday night, there was pizza, there was beer and the hockey playoffs were unfolding on TV, there was no reason why she couldn’t put the work off for a while. If anything, her lack of interest in the playoffs was concerning him.
“I can’t.” The buzzer for the ending of the second period rang through the TV speakers, Izzy noted the score hadn’t changed from the last time she checked, even though Fangs’ play by play commentary left her to believe more action had taken place. If she had just stayed home tonight, this outline would be done and she could be actually enjoying the game instead of just trying to catch bits and pieces while making no headway on her homework.
“Why not.” Not letting her off that easy, Sweet Pea made a grab for the book she had perched on her lap, her quick hands effectively snatching it from his grasp and shifting closer to the arm of the couch. He should appreciate her hard work really, it was only because of her that his grade in English had jumped a full letter and the teacher finally ad gotten off his back.
“I need to get this chapter outlined before class on Monday…for both of us.” Sweet Pea was a smart guy, could talk Izzy in circles when it came to math, but when it came to English he’d find a thousand different excuses to not do an assignment. It had worked out quite well for both of them, in a way; Izzy was more than happy to work her way through projects in exchange for Sweet Pea helping, or sometimes doing, her math homework. A win win. Until they were shoved into this exact situation.
“Come on, you’ve been buried in it all night. Put it to rest.”
“It’s never been flattering when you whine.” Opening the book back to where she had flagged her spot, Izzy double checked with the outline and managed to get a couple notes onto her page before a sharp prodding pierced her side. “Stop it.”
“Izz….”
Another poke. And a huff.
“Izz…”
Two more pokes and the shuffling of fabric.
The muscles in her jaw bunched as she tried to reign her focus in, green eyes re reading the same sentence again. “Sweet Pea, you’re testing my patience.”
Toni and Tara did their best to stifle their giggles as they continued to watch the scene across from them play out, Sweet Pea continued to poke at her side or reach for her book and the color in Izzy’s cheeks continued to deepen as her frustration continued to grow. If this kept up, it wouldn’t take long before Izzy reached over and clocked Sweet Pea with the hardcover… or her fist. It was anyone’s guess.
Recognizing that Izzy was on the losing end of this battle and in need of someone in her court, and fearing for the life of his best friend, Fangs did his best to be diplomatic in his plea. He couldn’t say for sure, but it was very possible that steam was starting to shoot from the top of Izzy’s head. “Dude… I don’t think she’s kidding.”
Leave it to Mr. Switzerland to try and ruin the evenings fun. Tara lived for the Izzy and Sweet Pea arguments and she wasn’t about to have her entertainment interrupted. “Don’t butt in Fogarty, it’s more fun to watch them fight.”
Movement on the couch and high pitch yelp brought all the eyes back to a collection of flying limbs and muffled curses, the struggle continuing for a moment before Sweet Pea’s much larger frame effectively pinned Izzy beneath him. Grasping both her wrists in one hand, the dark-haired Serpent held the old hardcover far from Izzy’s straining grasp, a satisfied grin spread wide across his face.
Izzy knew there was no way she could out maneuver him, he had her easily outweighed and even if she could get free there was no way she’d ever be able to get her hands on the book. He was far too tall and surprisingly agile despite his size, lucky bastard. “Give me the book back.”
“No.” It had taken him two thirds of a hockey game, but he’d finally managed to get the upper hand and he’d be damned if he gave it up now.
As pointless as it was, Izzy did her best to struggle out from under his hold, her face flushing and breath coming out in pants for the effort. “Give it to me.”
“What do you say?” When all he got in return was a cold and calculating look from the green eyes that he loved so much, Sweet Pea tossed the book in the general direction of the bag she’d left by the kitchen door. There was no way she was going to be able to get away from him and with the book out of easy reach, maybe she’d settle down and enjoy what was left of their evening.
Izzy watched as the book fell way short of its mark, the older than dirt reading material barely missing Toni and tumbling open on the floor beside her. The toothy grin that looked back at her as she slowly dragged her gaze from her lost school work told Izzy that Sweet Pea was enjoying himself way too much. “Is annoying people a hobby of yours because if so, maybe you should try knitting.”
Shifting his weight, Sweet Pea’s face hovered just above Izzy’s, a skeptical glint shining in his dark eyes. “Do you really want me to take up a hobby that involves sharp pointy objects?”
It didn’t take but a second for all trouble Sweet Pea could kick up with said pointy objects to flash through her mind, all of the possibilities pulling the color from her face. “God no….”
A deep chuckle vibrated between the two of them, Sweet Pea’s lips locking Izzy’s in his own as her’s turned up in a smile at his touch. “Didn’t think so.”
