#c. Aliyah

[traegics]

Closed starter - @ofbutterflies @mccnscil @vilisisms @damcns

“I don’t have many rules,” Charlie states, finishing the tour of the home in the living room. “We’re all adults so I ask that we are respectful of each others time and space. Master bedroom, my room, is off limits as are the two rooms on the East side of the home as they belong to my daughters and my granddaughter. There are six other bedrooms to choose from over here on the West side of the house. Office is also off limits but everywhere else you are welcome to. You break it, you replace it. Use the last of the milk or eggs or whatever, please replace it or put it on the grocery list that’s on the fridge. I try to keep everything stocked up as alpha of the Crescents and owner of the pack house so be mindful of that. If you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to ask.”

[traegics]

A brow perked at the other femme's words, blank features watching her closely as she offered a small scoff. "I really don't think that like 95% of us are really enjoying this," Ryker stated. "Being forced to attend something doesn't exactly spell fun. It's kind of sad really, pathetic even."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⌖ ―open event starter

aliyah's hand rested on the elbow of the man who asked to accompany her to the gala. she wasn't the type that needed to have a date but she knew it would be a good look for her family and for the oea if she brought an innocent human date with her. her eyes scanned the room once they entered, immediately spotting someone. "i'm parched, would you get me a drink? the bar is over there." her red painted nail pointed in the direction for him before she removed her hand from his arm. the huntress made her way towards her target once her date had walked off. "enjoying the gala so far?"

[thewizardingelite]

ADMIN NOTICE: CHARACTER RETIRED

Aliyah Khan has been retired, meaning her faceclaim, Sara Ali Khan, has been released. Any previous post tagged with Aliyah will remain as is, however, she is completely removed from the groups canon, including stories, family trees, etc. Be sure to update any lore related to your characters that had a connection with Aliyah.

[novaissms]

Closed for @vilisisms - Aliyah

Nova was quietly packing some food for her boyfriend for later. She wanted to reward him for his good behavior.As she sparkled in her outfit, almost standing out. There was a light hum before she saw the familiar face. Aliyah was there stunning, confident, something Nova wanted to be. She slowly approached the other with a small smile. "Small world." Nova said shyly. "Cool party." She said trying to lean against a true before falling slightly. "I meant to do that."

[fleetwoodmoth]

Watch out 'cause he do what I say

And I really wouldn't get in my way

No shame and I can't be saved

My boy's a bullet in your brain

[traegics]

A glance over at the other's jack-o-lantern had a faint smile tugging at her lips, her own digits moving to replace the top of her own before looking down at it and grimacing at how amateur it looked compared to the witch's. "If there's a competition consider me not running in it," Jenny jested, soft laughter rising in her chest as she gave a shake of her head and lowered the pumpkin back to the table. "Yours always looks so incredible. I don't get it. I follow my stencil to a tee and it always looks like a child did it next to yours."

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❤︎ ― aliyah st.johns / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

the witch beamed with pride as she placed the top of the pumpkin back onto her jack o'lantern. "perfect babes." she spoke softly to the pumpkin, turning it slightly to the left and right as she looked upon her masterpiece. she might have use a little magic to help her but that had always been her secret technic come this time of year. "do you think the mikaelsons will be judging them?"

[ofsupernovcs]

Closed for @lcthalwcapon

Nova did agree to train with her. She assumed that Aliyah was a protector of sorts, she didn't seem like OEA. There was an earnest and wisdom to the huntress. A vibe that Nova wish she could zero in on within herself. What was her personality, the lact of introspection was killing her. Perhaps the missing key was Aliyah. Aliyah a person she already found herself fond of. There was an awkwardness as she stepped into the location. There was a wave.

"I always keep my commitments."Nova said taking out the throwing needles in her bag. "Where are the dummies?" Nova asked looking for a mannequin to strike on.

[bu3ck3r]

tied together – part 6

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: hi hello everyone we’re slowly getting closer to finishing this series and i’m so grateful for all the support, sweet comments and dms from you. thank you and have a good time reading this one.

tied together – masterlist

the morning of the championship game – tampa, florida

azzi’s pov:

the hotel room was wrapped in hush, the kind of silence only early mornings could carry—slow, warm, intimate. the a/c pushed a low buzz into the background, and the first light of florida’s sun cracked through the curtains in a soft beam, cutting across the white sheets like a brushstroke.

azzi blinked into the stillness.

next to her—no, on her—paige was tangled like she’d grown there.

they were tangled—naked, warm, skin on skin. paige’s face was buried in her chest, one arm slung tight around her waist like she was holding on in her sleep. their legs were knotted beneath the sheets, knees hooked, feet brushing. bare, vulnerable, and impossibly close. azzi could feel the steady rise and fall of paige’s breath against her skin. it grounded her. undid her.

she didn’t move. didn’t even breathe too hard. didn’t dare. not for ten whole minutes.

she just watched her.

the freckles on her nose. the curve of her lashes. her mouth—god, her mouth—was soft and a little swollen from how long they’d kissed last night. it made azzi’s stomach twist all over again.

azzi let her fingers drift up and down paige’s spine, barely touching.

how is this mine? she thought.

after about ten minutes of holding the moment hostage, paige shifted a little. a sleepy sound hummed out of her as she pressed her cheek more firmly against azzi’s chest, then without opening her eyes, she mumbled against her skin.

“mmm…good morning, beautiful.”

azzi smiled before she even opened her mouth. “good morning.”

paige didn’t lift her head. instead, she tilted it slightly and kissed the skin just beneath azzi’s collarbone—barely a graze, more air than contact, but it sent sparks skimming under azzi’s skin.

paige finally opened one eye, then both, slow and heavy-lidded. she smiled up at her sleepily. “you were watching me, weren’t ya?”

azzi didn’t even blink. “just admiring what’s in front of me.”

paige smirked and finally lifted her head. her hair was a mess, but her eyes were clear and glowing in the morning light. that sleepy, soft paige. the one nobody else ever got.

paige hummed, pressing a kiss right under azzi’s jaw. “damn, you’re really whipped.”

azzi lifted and eyebrow. “me? you were the one clinging to me like a koala all night.”

paige leaned in and kissed her shoulder. “that’s ‘cause you’re warm. and hot. and the love of my life.”

azzi laughed and pulled her by the waist. their bodies pressed together again, and paige settled back down against her.

and then they were kissing. slow. lazy. the kind that felt like coffee and sunday mornings and unmade beds. no rush. just lips and breath and hands drifting.

“can we stay like this forever?” paige whispered, forehead against hers.

azzi smiled. “you say that like you don’t have the national championship game in like eight hours.”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

they stayed wrapped around each other a few minutes longer, the world still far away. eventually, paige groaned and rolled over to check her phone on the nightstand.

her screen lit up with seven unread messages from nika.

okay sooo where tf are you

u better not be dead

okay wait i figured it out

you’re with her aren’t you

bitch

good for you tho

also come eat i’m starving

azzi was already looking at her own phone and chuckled.

bree:

how’d you sleep az az

hello???

girl u up? breakfast in 20?

aliyah:

azzzz we’re going down in a few. you coming?

azzi sat up and stretched, grabbing her toiletry bag from the counter and headed into the bathroom. paige watched from the bed, bare legs still tangled in the sheets, arms behing her head, eyes soft.

“you getting ready?” she asked, voice still a little raspy.

azzi nodded. “i promised i’d eat with the girls.”

paige leaned on her elbow, cheek resting in her hand, just watching. she didn’t even try to hide it.

azzi paused at the mirror. “what?”

“you’re just so fucking pretty, that’s all.”

azzi blushed and turned back around. “stop.”

“nah, never.”

paige finally got up, put on some clothes and followed her into the bathroom like a magnet. azzi was brushing her teeth when paige came up behind her, wrapped her arms around her waist, and pressed her cheek against azzi’s bare shoulder. then she kissed her neck, soft and slow.

azzi glanced at her in the mirror.

paige looked utterly gone—eyes hazy, mouth soft.

“you’re staring again,” azzi said, toothpaste foam catching the corners of her her lips.

“i’ve earned the right,” paige whispered, kissing her shoulder. “my girl’s hot as hell.”

azzi smiled and leaned back to her.

after azzi was done getting dressed, paige grabbed her hand, and they headed to paige’s room together, walking slow, shoulder to shoulder, hips brushing with every step.

nika was already there, leaning on the wall.

when she saw them, her eyebrows shot up. “damn. look at you two.”

she turned to azzi. “you look so pretty.”

azzi smiled. “thank you.”

paige added without missing a beat, “i know, right? my girl’s so beautiful.”

nika rolled her eyes. “you’re so whipped, p. wow.”

paige just grinned.

nika squinted. “so. how was your night?”

paige smirked. azzi tried not to choke on her own breath. “chill,” paige said, laughing. “it was… a night.”

azzi added, “a very good night.”

nika fake gagged. “okay, save the afterglow. don’t be late to practice, buckets.”

“i’ll make sure she won’t be,” azzi said. then paige added. “we’ll be in the bathroom. i gotta get ready.”

nika threw her hands up. “okay! i’m going to kk’s room. leave you guys to it.”

when nika disappeared, paige turned ro azzi into the bathroom and closed the door. azzi sat on the counter and paige stood between her legs. neither said anything for a moment. then paige whispered.

“you realize im already counting down the hours until i get to hold you again tonight?”

azzi ran her fingers through paige’s hair. “you’re obsessed.”

paige smiled, “yes, very much so.”

they kissed again. it was slower this time. heavy with meaning.

later at breakfast

both girls ate with their teams, but the glow hadn’t faded.

azzi was with bree, aliyah, and a few others at the long table by the hotel buffet. a plate of pancakes sat untouched in front of her.

“you’re quiet,” bree said, leaning in.

aliyah smirked. “she’s glowing.”

azzi shrugged, sipping at her orange juice. “y’all are so nosy.”

“you got laid, didn’t you?” bree asked, eyebrows high.

azzi didn’t answer.

bree gasped. “oh you so did.”

aliyah clapped. “with paige bueckers.”

“she got it bad,” bree whispered. “girl was humming walking down the hallway.”

“i’m happy for you,” aliyah said, suddenly softer. “you look like you finally exhaled.”

meanwhile, across the room, nika elbowed paige.“okay, spill the tea.”

paige smiled. “what tea?”

“don’t play dumb.”

teammates leaned in.

paige sighed, smiling down at her eggs. “it’s… it’s her. it’s always been her.”

ice deadpanned. “you’re so obsessed.”

“and i’m okay with that.”

under the table, paige’s phone buzzed.

azzi:

aliyah told me i’m glowing

i think it’s because i woke up next to you

paige:

you look like a dream baby

i almost didn’t let you go

azzi:

come see me after breakfast?

paige:

say less. on my way soon.

back in paige’s room

paige opened the door and there was azzi.

she didn’t wait. she grabbed her by the waist, kissed her deep, hands all over like she’d been starving all morning.

azzi giggled. “what’s that for?”

paige kissed her again. “i just love you so much,” “needed to see you before i go.”

azzi smiled, wrapping her arms around her. “i love you too, baby.”

paige kissed her neck, soft and slow. “are you gonna be at the game?”

azzi raised an eyebrow. “are you dumb? of course i’m gonna be there. i’ll be with the girls. i’m dressing nice too.”

paige groaned. “you’re gonna kill me.”

they cuddled for a minute on the bed, azzi’s head tucked under paige’s chin. paige’s hand stroking slow circles into azzi’s back.

then azzi whispered, “alright, time for practice.”

paige whined. “five more minutes, princess.”

azzi kissed her cheek. “i promised nika. you’ll be late.”

“i hate you.” paige muttered, still clinging.

“no you don’t.”

they shared one last kiss before paige got up, hoodie thrown over her head, eyes still full of her.

later azzi and the girls were by the poolside. the sun was high. the hotel pool sparkled.

azzi lay on a lounger in a tiny black bikini, shades on, curls piled on her head.

bree whistled. “damn girl. you better take a pic and send it to paige. she’ll lose her mind.”

aliyah added, “paige is gonna combust.”

azzi smirked, lifted her phone, and snapped a pic—thighs out, lips glossed, bikini straps low.

then she sent it with a message:

missing u. don’t lose focus out there.

locker room – post practice

practice had been intense—fast breaks, rotations, press traps. geno hadn’t let up for a second. paige was sharp, hitting her shots, running point like a general.

now in the locker room, paige dropped onto the bench, grabbed her towel, and checked her phone.

one message from azzi.

she opened it mid-laugh—and froze.

the whole locker room caught her face change.

eyes wide. mouth slightly open.

“yo, what?” ice leaned over.

paige didn’t answer.

ice saw the pic and whistled. “damn, paige. you lucky as fuck.”

nika laughed. “you okay?”

paige flushed. “i’m in love.”

“yeah, no shit,” someone muttered.

after a minute paige decided to finally respond to her.

paige:

that’s illegal

i’m gonna lose focus

azzi:

just thought of giving you a little motivation baby

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paige’s pov:

the hotel hallway buzzed with nerves. not chaos—yet—but that quiet, coiled kind of tension that only championship day could bring.

sneakers squeaked softly over the polished tile as the team filtered down from their rooms, dressed in matching uconn warmups, headphones clamped over ears, eyes locked ahead. coaches gave clipped nods. managers counted gear bags like it mattered more than breathing.

paige was walking right in the middle of it. shoulders straight. hoodie sleeves pushed to her elbows. mouth pressed in a firm line.

she looked locked in.

but her mind?

her mind was two floors up and twenty feet to the left, in a room that smelled like coconut curl cream and vanilla lotion. her mind was with the girl who had her heart in a headlock.

azzi.

god. just the name made something twist in her chest.

paige hadn’t seen her since before practice. just that one quick that kiss that still buzzed on her lips. the one azzi cut short because “time for practice, you need to be on time.”

but now she couldn’t focus when azzi was probably already in the arena, sitting pretty in some outfit paige hadn’t seen yet—something that would wreck her?

she reached for her phone. thumb hovered. then typed.

u here?

seconds passed. then:

been here. sitting with the girls. you nervous?

paige didn’t answer right away. she stared at the message a few seconds longer than she needed to. her teammates moved around her, loud and laughing, pulling energy from the moment. nika was eating fruit snacks. geno was barking something about timing and transition switches.

paige tuned it all out.

she typed:

can we meet?

just you and me. somewhere quiet before warmups. please.

a second passed. then another.

her stomach flipped.

where?

paige looked around. she knew the layout already, because she had walked it a dozen times in her head since breakfast.

the hallway behind the team tunnel. five mins.

azzi didn’t answer.

but paige didn’t need her to.

azzi’s pov:

azzi checked herself in her phone camera one last time.

they were already in the arena, down in the players’ friends and family section, but she’d slipped away. claimed she was going to the bathroom. bree had looked at her sideways and said “you’re glowing.” azzi just smiled and didn’t argue.

now she was in the hallway off the tunnel. alone. phone in her hand. heart trying to punch through her ribs. she looked down at herself.

the black skirt she picked hit just right at her waist—tight enough to hold shape, loose enough to move when she walked. she’d paired it with a simple fitted crop top that showed just a whisper of skin above the waistband.her curls were out, glossy and soft, like she hadn’t spent twenty minutes perfecting them. she didn’t looked overdressed, she looked hot—but not like she was trying too hard. just effortless. dangerous in the quietest way.

and she knew exactly what she was doing, because when paige texted her that she was “still thinking about that bikini photo,” azzi decided—yeah, let her think about this one too.

now she was walking the tunnel behind the arena, sneakers silent on the concrete. her heart was loud in her ears. the hallway buzzed with distant noise—announcements, shoes squeaking on hardwood, some mic tests. but it all faded away when she saw her.

paige turning the corner in a jog, breath hitching the second she saw her.

azzi didn’t say anything. just stared and watched the way paige stopped mid-step like she’d run into a wall.

her eyes swept down azzi’s body and didn’t come back up for a second.

azzi’s mouth twitched. “hi.”

“az,” paige breathed. “you’re…”

she didn’t finish the sentence. she just walked straight to her like she was in a trance and slid both hands onto her waist, pulling her in close like she’d dreamed of this day.

“look at you, wow.” paige whispered.

azzi tilted her head. “you said five minutes.”

paige looked down at her mouth. “i lied. i would’ve waited all night.”

she smelled like mint and citrus body wash, her hair still a little damp around her neck from the pre-game shower. her fingers flexed slightly against azzi’s waist like she didn’t quite trust herself to hold her without squeezing.

“you wore this for me?” paige asked, voice low.

azzi’s mouth curved. “who else would i wear it for?”

paige let out a soft, helpless laugh and leaned in, resting her forehead against azzi’s. her thumbs rubbed soft circles against her ribs.

“you’re unreal.”

“you said that last time.”

“i’ll keep saying it until you believe me.”

there was a pause, charged and quiet.

then paige pulled back just enough to look at her again—like she needed another second to take it all in.

“that picture you sent me earlier,” she said, voice gone soft. “the one at the pool? the bikini one?”

azzi smirked. “yeah?”

“i saw it in the locker room,” paige said. “almost dropped my phone. ice was like ‘yo, you good?’ i wasn’t. i wasn’t good. i was in hell.”

azzi’s laugh echoed in the empty tunnel. “so it had the intended effect.”

“you’re cruel.”

“just your motivation, baby.”

“mission accomplished.”

then paige leaned in and kissed her—soft at first, just a brush of lips, but azzi reached up and tugged her hoodie collar and that was it.

paige deepened the kiss, hand sliding up her side, thumb skimming bare skin. azzi hummed into her mouth.

they kissed like they hadn’t seen each other hours prior. like they didn’t care who walked past. like the world could burn down around them and they’d still be pressed into each other, sharing a breath.

but then azzi broke away.

not far—just an inch.

“paige,” she whispered. “you need to focus.”

paige kissed her again, softer this time. then again. “i am focused.”

“on the game, not my mouth.”

paige laughed into her neck. “same difference.”

azzi shook her head and took a step back. paige tried to follow her, but azzi held her back by the front of her hoodie.

“i’m watching you tonight. every second. don’t make me regret this outfit.”

paige grinned. “oh, i won’t.”

“go warm up.”

“i’m gonna be thinking about you the whole time.”

“then make it count.”

they didn’t kiss again. didn’t need to. just one last look. one last held breath. one last secret shared in the shadows. then paige turned and jogged back toward the court.

azzi stayed behind for a second, watching her go, heart pounding. she already knew what was going to happen tonight. paige wasn’t just going to win. she was going to own the moment.

the second paige stepped onto the court, it hit her.

the roar of the crowd. the weight of the lights. the size of the moment. it wasn’t nerves—it was pressure. the kind that could crack you open if you let it.

but she wasn’t letting it.

her heart was still back in that hallway, pressed against azzi’s lips, her hand tucked around a waist in that black skirt.

now it was in her chest, burning.

her shoes squeaked against the hardwood as she stepped into warmups. every movement felt like it was happening in slow motion—stretch, shoot, shuffle, shoot again. her jumper snapped crisp into the net, and the ball bounced back like muscle memory.

breathe. balance. release. nothing but net.

she let her eyes sweep across the arena, scanning until she found her.

section 135. row three. azzi.

the lights caught her skin, and her curls framed her face like a halo. she wasn’t just watching—she was locked in. leaned slightly forward, eyes tracking paige’s every step. like she wasn’t here for the game. like she was here for her.

paige’s stomach twisted in the best way.

“hey.” kk jogged over, chest bumping her. “let’s go. lock in.”

paige nodded, shaking out her arms. “i’m good.”

ice smacked her palm. “championship mode, baby.”

“locked,” paige said. but her eyes flicked back up once more.

and azzi smirked at her. just slightly. just for her.

paige stood at the top of the key as the ref tossed the ball into the air. the crowd surged as uconn tipped it back into their possession, and just like that—the championship began.

kk brought the ball up. paige rotated off a screen, curled to the elbow, caught it clean, and let it fly.

swish.

eight seconds in. first bucket. the bench exploded. azzi stood and clapped once, slow, like of course she did.

next play: ucla missed a contested three. ice boxed out two defenders, pulled the board, and launched it to paige on the wing.

dribble. cross. hesitation. blow-by.

she finished with a reverse layup under the rim that made the crowd gasp. 6-0. not even two minutes in.

she didn’t celebrate. just jogged back on defense with a look that said you’re in trouble tonight.

azzi could barely sit still.

she felt the heat from the court all the way in her chest. every time paige moved, it was like she was watching a fire catch wind. controlled, but dangerous. too beautiful to look away from.

“okay, your girl’s cooking,” bree whispered beside her.

azzi nodded, not blinking. “she’s been ready for this all season.”

midway through first quarter paige hit a pull-up jumper, then a deep three from the wing of a kk assist. she was in rhythm—moving like the game bent around her.

jana was everywhere—cleaning the glass, diving for loose balls, barking defensive switches. nika was a wall on defense, forcing turnovers left and right. the chemistry was ridiculous. everything clicked.

ice anchored the paint like a wall. kk chased shooters like she was hunting something. and paige? she was everywhere.

already in double digits and still moving like she hadn’t broken a sweat.

the crowd was loud, but in her head, it was quiet. all she could hear was the rhythm of the ball and azzi’s voice from the hallway.

halftime – uconn 48, ucla 28

paige hit the tunnel with her chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. her whole jersey was soaked. her arms burned. but her eyes were alive. like she was playing high on instinct.

in the locker room, sweat hit the walls like fog. the air was thick and full of steam, heat, tension.

geno paced in front of the whiteboard, tapping his marker like a war drum.

“this is how you play basketball,” he snapped. “now finish it. don’t get cute. get hungry. you’ve earned this.”

he paused.

“now go out there and take what’s yours.”

the team yelled as one. claps echoed. ice slapped kk’s shoulder. nika tossed her head back and screamed into the ceiling.

paige didn’t move at first.

she checked her phone under her towel.

azzi:

baby you’re locked the hell in

i’m so proud of you

this title is yours. i swear.

paige grinned and typed:

what do i get if i drop 30?

azzi:

we’ll find out later ;)

paige leaned back against the locker and exhaled slow.

then she texted one more thing:

watch me.

at second half paige came out firing.

first possession: step-back three from the top.

next: backdoor cut, kk hit her on the bounce, she laid it in left-handed.

then she pulled up from nba range just to flex. the net barely moved.

azzi stood again. didn’t even pretend to sit this time. her whole body was humming, chest tight with pride, cheeks sore from smiling.

“paige is on a heater,” ice yelled as they regrouped at the free throw line.

“she’s possessed,” kk said. “let her cook.”

ucla couldn’t stop it. the crowd knew. the team knew. azzi knew.

this was paige’s night.

and nothing—not the other team, not the lights, not the stakes—was going to take it from her.

final score: uconn 84, ucla 62

the second the clock hit zero, the arena erupted.

blue and white confetti exploded. cameras flashed. players screamed and tackled each other in the center of the court.

nika jumped onto jana’s back. ice and kk were jumping in place, tears in their eyes. geno smiled—actually smiled—and hugged his assistants like a proud dad.

and paige?

she stood in the middle of it, turning in slow circles, arms lifted, heart full.

she looked toward the crowd. toward section 135.

azzi was standing, hands over her heart, eyes glassy, not even pretending to hide how she felt.

she couldn’t run to her. couldn’t jump the rail.

so she smiled. big and proud.

paige’s pov:

the lights were too bright. the noise was too loud.

and none of it mattered.

not the cameras flashing in her face. not the mics shoved near her mouth. not the questions about legacy or pressure or “how it feels to be a champion.”

because all paige could think was:

where is she?

her head whipped toward the stands.there. azzi.

standing, eyes locked on her like nothing else existed.

and paige felt it in her bones: she had to get to her.

she turned to nika—who was mid-hug with ice—and muttered, “i’ll be right back.”

“wait—where are you—” nika started.

but paige was already jogging toward the tunnel, heart pounding.

azzi’s pov:

azzi hadn’t sat down in twenty minutes.

she couldn’t.

not with the way paige had played. not with the way she had dominated—owned the floor like it was built for her feet only.

every time she scored, azzi had clapped, yelled, even cried a little.

but now? now that it was over? she was frozen.

watching her girl get mobbed by cameras, hugged by teammates, crowned by the moment—and knowing she couldn’t be part of it. not here. not yet.

so when paige disappeared into the tunnel, azzi moved.

fast.

down the side hallway, behind the media section, away from everyone. they found each other at the same time. paige turned a corner. azzi stepped through a service door.

and suddenly—silence. no cameras. no lights.

just two girls in an empty hallway, surrounded by echoes and the smell of concrete and championship sweat.

paige didn’t say anything, she just walked right into her. arms around her waist. head on her shoulder. and stayed there. azzi held her just as tight.

“i’m so proud of you,” she whispered, hand stroking the back of paige’s neck. “you did it, baby.”

paige didn’t speak.

her breath was shallow against azzi’s throat. her fingers gripped the hem of azzi’s top like she needed to hold something or fall apart.

“i watched you,” azzi said softly. “from the first play to the last. you were…” she paused. “you were everything.”

paige finally pulled back. just enough to look her in the eyes. “i’m so happy you were there,” she whispered. “i wanted to find you the second the buzzer went off.”

“i looked for you after every shot.”

“and i was standing and watching” azzi smiled. “always.”

paige leaned in and kissed her—slow and deep, but trembling a little.

“i love you,” she said when they broke. “i can’t believe i get to say that after winning a championship.”

“you get to say it every day,” azzi said. “because i’m not going anywhere.”

paige exhaled shakily. “i can’t wait to see what the future looks like with you in it.”

azzi touched her cheek. “tonight was just the beginning.”

they kissed again. slow and thankful.

pressed together in the quiet. two bodies still buzzing from the game, from adrenaline, from love that didn’t know how to sit still.

but then…

“paige get your ass in here we’re making tiktoks!” kk shouted from inside.

paige laughed, grabbed azzi’s hand, and ran back with her.

“you’re late!,” ice shouted.

“yeah,” kk added. “too busy kissing your girl?”

paige winked. “maybe.”

azzi leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, watching paige glow. she didn’t need to be in the spotlight. she just wanted to see her happy. and she was. for the first time in a long time, paige looked free.

the locker room was wild. music, champagne, phones out, everyone dancing in full gear. paige had the net around her neck, they filmed one tiktok. then two. then five. at one point nima turned to azzi. “damn you look hot.”

paige grinned. “i know right? i keep trying to behave and she’s not making it easy.”

rooftop afterparty – 11:30 p.m.

the rooftop was glowing. fairy lights strung from metal beams. a soft breeze blowing through tall palm plants. dj spinning slow r&b into bassy dance sets. paige wore the net like a chain. azzi changed to a black dress, strapless and tight, hugging her hips and thighs like it was painted on. curls big and soft. skin glowing.

paige stopped walking. just stared. “damn,” she whispered. “she’s gonna end me.”

azzi saw her. smiled. and walked over, slow. “you staring again, p?”

“always.”

paige’s hand slid around her waist. her thumb pressed into her bare back.

“you’re the hottest person here,” she said.

azzi leaned in, whispering, “you say that every time.”

“i mean it every time.”

paige couldn’t stop touching her. hand on lower back, fingers on the hip. whispering in her ear every chance she got.

then they found a table where uconn teammates were already buzzing—dancing, laughing, drinks in hand.

“everyone,” paige said loudly, “this is azzi.”

ice raised a brow. “girl, we know, she’s a whole legend.”

“just making it official,” paige grinned. “she’s mine.”

nika snorted. “how are you already drunk?”

“drunk in love you mean?” paige corrected. azzi giggled and tugged her closer.

later they ordered more drinks.

“isn’t she beautiful?” paige asked her teammates, arm around azzi’s waist.

azzi hid her face. “paige.“

“i’m serious. like…how did i pull this?”

they all laughed. paige kissed her temple.

ten minutes later they got shots. tequila. paige was leaning into azzi’s side, slightly tipsy, warm and clumsy, voice low.

“still can’t believe i’m with you.”

azzi laughed. “you’ve had like four drinks.”

“and you’re still the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.”

“paige—”

“i wanna take that dress off.”

azzi’s breath caught. “stop.”

“no.”

“you’re drunk.”

“i’m honest.”

azzi flushed. smiled. bit her lip. paige kissed her shoulder.

a slow r&b track started. low. heavy. intimate.

azzi turned around, body flush against paige’s front. she started to move. slow grind. hips rolling against her like heat in motion. paige’s hands found her waist, mouth pressed to her neck.

“azzi,” she whispered, half-breath, half-moan.

“hmm?”

“let’s go somewhere quiet.”

they barely got the bathroom door shut before paige had pressed her against it. hands everywhere. mouths open, breathless.

azzi’s back hit the wall. paige’s mouth found hers in an instant. fingers in curls. hands sliding down thighs. heat pressed to heat.

“you’re gonna kill me,” paige breathed against her skin.

azzi pulled her in tighter. “good.”

the kisses turned desperate. azzi’s dress was hiked up, paige’s hands slid underneath, fingers slow and teasing. azzi gasped and grabbed the back of paige’s neck and pulled her deeper into the kiss. it was hot. fast and messy.

paige whispered, “you’re gonna make me crazy.”

azzi breathed, “i want you to.”

they stayed locked together until someone banged on the door.

“let’s go,” paige whispered.

when the went back to the party their faces were flushed. cheeks pink. lips swollen.

azzi’s dress rumpled. paige’s shirt slightly off-center. everyone saw.

ice raised an eyebrow. “y’all good?”

paige grinned, arm tight around azzi. “never been better.”

azzi just smiled and leaned into her side.

paige’s room – 4:00 a.m.

they were curled up in bed. half naked, tangled together like they couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. both buzzed, exhausted, drunk on each other more than the drinks.

paige kissed her shoulder, soft. “can’t believe this is my life.”

azzi whispered, “you earned every second of it.”

they kissed. then again. then paige whispered, “i love you.”

azzi smiled against her lips. “i love you more.”

they kissed again, this time slow and soft. sleepy. then silence. just the sound of breathing, of two heartbeats finally resting. and somewhere outside, the championship trophy was shining under the florida stars.

[sweetbans29]

Hesitation - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Summary: Carrying a lot of baggage, Caitlin's patience shows you there is hope (based on THIS request)

Warnings: Caitlin with kids (yes in my mind this is a warning)

Word Count: 4.7k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Our girl is too cute when it comes to kids...tell me I'm wrong. This is also set in like 2027...

"Mommy! Come on, Mommy!" Carson yells as he is dragging you through a crowd of people trying to get to the front of the crowd. The grip you have on his hand is frightening, you could feel his little hand begin to slip out of yours.

"Baby, slow down," you say in a rush as your heart begins to race. His hand completely leaves yours as you begin to panic.

"Carson!" You yell pushing past people. You can feel your throat closing as more seconds pass without Carson by your side. You mutter 'excuse me' as you continue to make your way up to the railing. When you reach the railing, Carson is nowhere to be seen.

You eyes frantically scan the crowd, looking for you little boy. When your eyes land on his curly hair you feel your whole body ease. You watch as he turns around and looks at to ground as you approach him.

Running up to him and sweeping him into your arms, you finally are able to breath.

"Sweetie, you can't run away like that," you say as his arms come to wrap around his neck. "Are you okay? You scared me baby." You are too caught up in the moment to see who is standing in front of you.

"I'm sorry Mommy," you little boy says. "But look!" Carson yells as he swings and points at someone. You are still too caught up in making sure he is truly okay. The time you were away from him wasn't enough for something to happen but your mind went to the worst case scenario.

"I would have made sure he got back to you," a voice says and your eyes finally meet.

You stand there speechless as the Fever guard looks at you with a soft smile.

"It's Clarky!" Carson yells in excitement. Caitlin smiles at the nickname coming from the little boy.

"I'm Caitlin," she says as she extends a hand. It is extended for an awkward amount of time before your hand meets her. You laugh at the fact that she introduces herself when the whole arena knows exactly who she is. You introduce yourself and then Carson.

Caitlin's only thought is how soft your hands are. She hears her name being called by Lyss as they are about to be called out.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Caitlin. Good luck," you say.

"Go Clarky!" Carson yells, causing Caitlin to give off a goofy grin. As she walks back to the court she can't help but look back where you were standing. She sees you walking back to your seat, making note of where you were heading, and sees Carson waving at her. Caitlin offers the little boy a wave as his head drops to your shoulder.

Caitlin doesn't know why but her heart swells. She turns away smiling once again as she thinks about how Clarky might be her favorite nickname.

The game is the most exciting of the season yet. You watch as Caitlin and Aliyah lead the Fever to another win in Gainbridge. Carson, like every game, having the time of his life. After the team secures the dub, Carson is asking if he can go back down to the railing.

"You already got her autograph baby," you tell him.

"I wanna give Claky a high-five," Carson says. You lean over to him and adjust his glasses that are slightly crooked and smile at him. How could you say no to his cute little face.

"Okay, but you are staying right by my side," you say as you lead Carson down to the railing next to the team's tunnel.

You put Carson right in front of you as your legs box him in against the railing. He sticks his little arm out and you see his hand rotate back and forth as he waits for the team to walk past. You can't help but smile at your boy as the team begins to walk by.

Lexie is the first to give him a high-five, then followed by KLS. One by one the Fever team heads back, Caitlin being one of the last to make her way through the tunnel.

Caitlin is typically one of the first people back to the locker but she took her time on the court greeting people and secretly scanning the crowd. She takes time looking at the section she saw you make your way back to only to come up empty handed.

When she finally decides to give up, she makes her way back when she stops to sign a few more autographs. Rarely looking up as she makes her way down the line. That is until she is met with a little hand and a familiar nickname.

"Clarky!" Carson yells with a smile that could turn anyones bad day into a good one.

"Carson!" Caitlin yells in equal excitement.

"Mommy! Clarky knows me name," Carson says with pure excitement. You look down at him and rustle his hair.

"She does sweetie," you say.

Caitlin turns to her security and whispers something to them and they give her a nod.

"Hey Carson, how would you like to come and meet the Fever team?" Caitlin says and then looks up at you. "But only if Mommy is okay with that."

Hearing Caitlin refer to you as Mommy has more of an affect on you than you ever realized it would. You know it is completely innocent, but you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Mommy, can I? Can I?" Carson is jumping up and down and pulling at the bottom of your shirt.

"And you would be there too, of course," Caitlin says, her eyes meeting yours. You keep the contact for a second - everything else falling away and you know you are in trouble. You slowly nod and before you know it security is leading you through the tunnel.

Carson's hand is in yours as he swings your connected arms in excitement. Caitlin wants to get in on the action but doesn't want to overstep. That is until Carson's free hand comes and grabs Caitlin's, starting to swing the newly connected pair.

Caitlin can't help but smile as she lets Carson swing away. The trio walks into the locker room and Carson's eyes light up.

"Team, we have some visitors," Caitlin says. Lexie is the first to come up and introduce herself. The team come up one by one saying hi and having little conversations with Carson. You watch as Carson is on cloud nine.

While you are watching Carson, Caitlin is watching you. She watches how you smile any time Carson smiles. She watches how you are never more than an arms length from the little guy. She watches as your hands run through his curls and she wonders what it would be like to have such soft hands run through her own hair.

"Okay baby, I think we should let the team get to their meeting. Can you say thank you to everyone?" You tell Carson and he lets out a giant 'thank you'. In the few minutes you have been there, the whole team has fallen in love with Carson and his quirky personality. He balances the quirkiness and sweetness well.

"I'll walk you out," Caitlin says, not wanting your time to be up just yet.

The three of you walk out and she stops right before heading back out to the court.

"Thank you for this, it was not necessary but I know you have made Carson's whole year," you say to Cait. She smiles at the thought.

"Of course, I love getting to do things like this," Caitlin says as she watches Carson look at the basketball the team had signed and given him. "You have a special one there."

You smile at Caitlin's words, a fact you knew since the day he was born.

"I know, don't know what I did to deserve him," you say looking at Carson with so much love in your eyes.

Caitlin takes the moment to look at you, she feels like she could look at you forever. She looks down but doesn't see a ring on your left hand and decides to be bold.

"I'd like to see you again," Caitlin says, eyes now back to yours.

"Well we are season pass holders, so I am sure Carson will be looking to give you another high-five," you say with a little laugh, thinking back to how a high-five led to meeting the whole team.

"I don't mean at a game," Caitlin says, hoping you would take the hint.

You look at her, head tilting a little but then realizing what she was was saying.

You let out a nervous laugh.

"Just think about it," Caitlin says as she hands you a little piece of paper with her number on it. You hesitate but end up taking it.

Before you can say anything, Carson comes running to hug Caitlin's legs.

Caitlin leans down and gives your boy a real hug.

You say your final thank yous and goodbyes before parting ways.

That night, after putting Carson down, you lay in bed looking at the piece of paper. Your phone is next to you but you haven't moved to pick it up. You just stare at the 10 digits. It was a bad idea. Thinking back to your last relationship and the fact that you are no longer thinking just for yourself, decided it was a bad idea. You put the piece of paper on your side table along with your phone and get some much needed sleep.

You can't take Carson to the next few Fever games which you feel bad about but have plans to go to the next one in a few days.

You have the day off and decide to take Carson to the park. You are watching him on the playground when you feel someone come up and take a seat next to you. You give a quick glance then turn your gaze back to Carson. It isn't until a moment after that you realize it is a familiar face.

"Hi there," a smiling Caitlin Clark says.

"Hi," you say with a polite smile.

"You never called," she says, her eyes never leaving yours.

You turn to get eyes on Carson and also to ease the tension Caitlin is so clearly bringing into the conversation.

"You told me to think about it and I did," you say remembering your thoughts.

"And you didn't call," Caitlin says, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Well, even though I didn't call, you got your wish," you say with a little smile. A smile makes its way to Caitlin and she nods.

"I did," Caitlin says. "And I am glad considering you didn't call."

You roll your eyes as you see Carson run over.

"Clarky!" Carson yells as he practically throws himself at Caitlin.

"Hey little man!" Caitlin says matching his energy.

You sit there and watch as Carson tells Cait all about his imaginary world that he build while being at the park. Before you know it, he is running back to the slides and it is you and Caitlin alone again.

"Carson really likes you," you say to Caitlin as Carson waves back to the two of you, knowing he is really just waving at Cait.

"I like him, he is a sweetheart," she says. "How old is he?"

"He's 5," you say looking at your little boy.

"And how long have you and his dad been together?" Caitlin asks boldly. She doesn't know what it is about you but she has now made several bold moves with you.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" You say teasing the girl.

"I would, that's why I asked," she says with a little laugh. You like her laugh.

"Carson's dad and I are not together, haven't been since before Carson made his debut," you say.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she says and you shrug.

"What happened?" Caitlin's curiosity getting the better of her.

Before you can answer, Carson is running over telling you he is hungry. Caitlin sees your time coming to an end. She helps as you pack up your stuff.

"It was great seeing you," you tell Caitlin.

"Can Clarky come to lunch with us?" Carson asks. Caitlin gives you a look, waiting to follow your lead.

"Oh Sweetie, I don't think today is a good day," you say and Caitlin hides her disappointment well.

"Next time?" Carson asks.

"Maybe next time baby," you tell him as you ruffle his hair. He nods with a smile.

You look over at Caitlin.

"When do I get to see you again?" Caitlin asks.

"You are a persistent little thing," you say but give the girl props.

"It's all Carson," she says.

"And to think I thought you wanted to see me," you tease.

Caitlin liking the light flirting going on between the two of you, reaches up and brushes a strand of hair that the wind blew across your face. You freeze as she fixes it, then brushes her thumb across your cheek.

"We will be at the game this weekend," you say and Caitlin smiles.

"Another chance for me to ask you out," she says. You shake your head with a little laugh.

"Bye Caitlin," you say as you and Carson make your way home.

"Bye Clarky!" Carson yells with an adorable wave.

"Bye little man!" Caitlin waves back.

"Mommy! Clarky called me lit-tle man," Carson says to you with a giant smile.

Caitlin hears Carson's remark and can't help but watch you until you are out of sight. She makes her way back to her apartment and opens up IG. She heads to her recent search history and clicks on your profile. She scrolls through the photos and clicks on a photo of you and Carson laughing. She looks at how much joy each of you holds and only hopes to be apart of that in the future.

Saturday rolls around and the Fever are back in Gainbridge. You decide to take Carson to the game early to watch the team warm up. You are surprised as each member of the team comes up to give Carson a high-five and say hi to him.

Caitlin comes over and messes up Carson's hair.

"Little man! How would you like to come out onto the court?" Caitlin asks and Carson lights up brighter than a Christmas tree. He nods his head with speed. Caitlin looks at you for approval and you nod. She lifts Carson over the handrail and takes his hand as they jog over to the court.

You watch as Caitlin passes him a ball which he begins to dribble in a circle. She helps him with his form and tells him to pass it to her. Carson throws the ball at Caitlin and she puts it up, draining a three. Carson runs around cheering and you take you phone out to record the moment.

You watch as Caitlin is practically perfect with Carson and it makes you question why you are still hesitant to let Caitlin into your life.

Caitlin brings Carson back over, leaning on the rail after passing Carson back to you. He sit in his seat as you give him an apple sauce.

"That was very sweet," you say.

"You'll have to send me that video," Caitlin says, happy you will finally have a reason to use the number she gave you.

"Okay Clark," you say and she holds her hand up.

"It is Clarky to you," she says with a smile. You return the smile.

"Okay, Clarky," you say. "If you put up 30 points this game, I'll do you one better."

She quirks her eyebrow, intrigued by your proposal.

"Put up 30 and I'll use your number to set up dinner," you say and Caitlin lights up.

"A date?" Caitlin asks with a wide smile on her face.

"Dinner," you clarify, still hesitant but willing.

"Deal, I will take what I can get," she says. You extend your hand to shake on it and Caitlin meets you half way. Her thumb rubbing the soft skin of your hand before letting it go.

Caitlin returns to the court and the game begins. She has 11 in the first quarter and you can see the work she is putting in. You would like to think you played a little part in her dominant start but don't get your hopes up.

Caitlin has her 30 points in the third and you sit in the fact that you are going to be scheduling dinner with the all-star.

The game ends with the Fever win. You don't wait around at the end of the game due to both your hunger and Carson's. Caitlin looks everywhere for the two of you but never finds you - she would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed.

It is later that evening when Caitlin hears her phone go off.

[Unknown number: Looks like I owe you dinner]

[Clarky: Looks like you do]

[Clarky: What did you have in mind?]

[Carson's Mom: Do you have plans tomorrow?]

[Clarky: I'm all yours]

You send a time and address. When that time rolls around Caitlin is knocking on your door.

She had actually arrived about 15 minutes ago but sat in her car when she realized she would be having dinner at your house. Part of her was glad that you had chosen a private place to have dinner, so private in fact that the typical wave of anxiousness that she felt about leaked media went flying out the window. But the other part of her was nervous, she hasn't dated anyone since her rookie year.

Once the door opens, Caitlin is met with what at first glance seems like no one.

"Clarky!" Carson yells as he immediately hugs her legs.

"Hi," she says with a little laugh and rubs his back.

"You got me flowers???" He says with pure joy. Caitlin looks at the flowers in her hands and nods. As much as she was hoping you would be answering the door, her heart couldn't help but swell at seeing the excitement on Carson's face.

"I did," she says and she hands him the flowers. Carson runs back to what she imagines to be the kitchen yelling 'mommy' several times. Caitlin closes the door and follows.

When Caitlin sees you in the kitchen, she feels like she could fall in love with you.

"Caitlin!" You say with just as much excitement as Carson did when he answered the door.

Yes, Caitlin is indeed falling in love with you.

"Mommy, Clarky got me flowers." Carson says, showing her the bouquet.

"Wow, those are beautiful. I wish someone got me flowers like that," you say. Caitlin holds back her comment of how she chose this specific bouquet because when she saw it, it reminded her of your smile and the joy it brings her.

"Don't worry Mommy, we can share," Carson says as he hands you the bouquet.

"Thank you baby," you say and them in a vase with water.

Caitlin looks around and by the looks of it, there hasn't been much cooking yet.

"So, Caitlin, have you ever made pasta before?" You ask, setting the the vase down on the table.

"I have not, but I have a feeling I am going to tonight," she says playfully.

"You would be correct," you say and hand her an apron.

The three of you spend the night making pasta and enjoying each others company. You show Caitlin how homemade pasta isn't too hard to make and Carson shows her how good he is a kneading the dough. You through a sauce together as Caitlin and Carson watch over the pasta and set the table. Dinner itself was delicious and the three of you sat around the table laughing and talking about all of Carson's favorite things. When it is time for you to put Carson down, he gives Caitlin a big hug and whispers something in her ear. It causes Cait to smile and whisper something back to him before you swoop him up and take him away.

As you are tucking him in, you ask him what he said to Caitlin.

"I told her I wish we could do this forever," Carson days with a tired smile. "I like having Clarky around, she is funny." Carson then rolls over and your rub his back as she drifts to sleep.

As you sit there rubbing Carson's back, you can't help but think about what it would be like if this was the normal. It has been so long since you have done life with someone other than Carson and you were terrified of changing that. Even in your fear, Caitlin has showed you no reason not to trust her but then again so did Carson's dad.

You head back to the kitchen to see Caitlin drying dishes.

"You didn't have to do that," you say taking a stack of plates and putting them away.

"It's a rule of thumb, one person cooks while the other cleans," she says lightly.

"But we all cooked," you say and she shrugs.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Once the dishes are dried and put away, you grab two wine glasses and grab a bottle.

"Care to join me on the porch?" You ask her and she nods with a smile.

"I would love nothing more," she says following you.

The two of you are sitting on the porch siping wine, looking out at the quiet neighborhood you live in.

"I really enjoyed this not date," Caitlin says which earns her a laugh from you.

"I also really enjoyed this not date," you say. The two of you are sitting side by side on your porch swing. Caitlins arm is slightly touching yours but stays at a respectable distance. A comfortable silence sets in again as Caitlin begins to slowly swing the two of you. You lean into her a little which encourages her to bring her arm up, wrapping it around your shoulder as you lean into her more. It's comfortable.

"You scare me," you say breaking the silence.

Caitlin doesn't say anything, but she begins to brush her thumb along your arm.

"Not necessarily you but the idea of you scares me," you say. "Carson's dad left me when he graduated and I was going into my senior year of college. No warning, no explanation, just decided that one day he was done. It was right after I had found out I was pregnant with Carson."

Caitlin squeezes your arm but remains silent, listening to every word you say.

"I decided not to tell him about the pregnancy because I couldn't stand the thought of him only staying because there was a baby involved. He made it clear he was done with me. My parents told me I needed to tell him since he was the father but when I finally mustered up the courage to tell him, he was already dating somebody else. After having Carson, my life changed for the better. I tried dating a little when Carson was a toddler but being a single mom was a big turn off for a lot of people. It was then that I realized I didn't want or need anyone else because it would be me and Carson against the world."

"I have gotten so comfortable with it being just the two of us. I also know how much people cycling in and out of a child's life can affect them. Carson is such a sweet boy that I would do anything and everything I can to make sure he has what he needs. He pushes me to be a better mom and better person. He understands so much and just enjoys life. He is my reason."

"You scare me because Carson is getting comfortable with you. He's getting comfortable with you and it terrifies me because I don't want there to be a day when I have to tell him we won't ever see you again. It is early enough now that he would remember you but not be too attached, but if I do open up our lives and you enter, I am terrified of how that would affect the two of us. Carson has never experienced heartbreak and he shouldn't have to until he is old enough to date for himself."

You shift to look at Caitlin.

"You scare me because of how amazing you are with him. You don't treat him like he's a child but bring lift him up. You scare me because every time I see you with my son I think about what life would be like if that was the normal. You scare me because I have never felt the way I feel with you, you scare me Caitlin."

You are looking in her eyes and she can see the sorrow and love and conflict all swirling in your eyes. Her arm comes down to hold your hand. You look down at her intertwining her fingers with yours.

"Your fears are real and understandable. You aren't just thinking about you and I completely respect that. I am not here to storm into you life and then leave it once I am satisfied. You are not someone I want to be casual with. I don't want a fling. You are someone I want to pursue."

"I know we are just getting to know each other and we are in a fragile state because you are right, you are not just thinking about yourself, you are also thinking about the best little man this world has ever seen. But even in the little time that we have had with one another, I know you are worth pursuing. I don't plan on going anywhere and we will take this as slow as you want."

"Slow is good," you say looking at her in awe. The fear and anxiety you were feeling have has been suffocated by Caitlin's understanding.

"I can do slow," she says.

You look in her eyes and decide to be bold. You remove her hand from yours, taking both of your wine glasses and putting them on the ground. When your eyes meet hers again you bring your hand up to cup her cheek. Leaning in, you kiss her.

Caitlin's hand finds your neck, pulling you in closer to her as your hand falls to her chest. You pull away from her, just long enough to take in her beauty before kissing her again with a little more heat than before. She pulls you onto her, your legs straddling her on the swing.

Her hands massaging your waist as yours find their way to her hair. Cait's fingers slip under the bottom of your shirt touching your warm skin. You pull apart from her, leaving you both breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry," you say as your begin to move off of her but her grip on your hips tightens. She shakes her head no as she pulls you in for a hug. She wraps arms around you as you lean into her. The two of you stay pressed against each other.

When you finally part it is past midnight.

"I had a really great time tonight," Caitlin says.

"I did too," you say with a light smile.

Caitlin pulls you in for a hug and you let her. She kisses the top of your head.

"I know this was a not-date but I was hoping I could take you out on a real date, when you are ready of course," she says and you let out a little laugh.

"I would like that very much," you say and Caitlin smiles. She wants to kiss you again and you can see that in her eyes. You pat her chest and part from her, taking a few steps back. She feels empty without you in her arms.

"Slow Clarky," you say, now standing in the doorframe.

"Llke I said, I can do slow," she says. "But that doesn't mean it won't be hard."

You blow her a kiss and watch her leave. You close your front door and smile.

AN: I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it! Let me know what you think. And as always, thank your for your love and support 🤍

[mintseung]

Give it a try (L.H.S) - TEASER

pairing :brothers best friend!Lee heeseung x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff (based on a C-drama, hidden love)

Warnings: 4yr. Age gap and more (will mention once I posted the complete ver.)

teaser wc : 2316

release date : Not yet sure

💌: Feel free to ask to be in the taglist!

"Park Yn!" The teacher Screamed.

"This is the 5th time you've been distracted in class!" This is math class, not art class! You'd better stop making those drawings. Now, answer this," he said, pointing to the question written on the board.

"Letter A, sir," you replied quickly, causing your teacher's jaw to drop.

"I want your parents to come to my office tomorrow after class. Class dismissed," he said and left the classroom.

While students were leaving the classroom, you were there banging your head on your school desk and whining.

"Lol, this is the 3rd time your parents will come," your friend Aliyah laughed at you. "Why would he want my parents?! I've literally answered the question correctly," you complained.

"I guess you should stop being distracted in class so Mr. Yao won't yap about it to your parents." Aliyah said while walking out of the school. "I guess so too, I don't wanna get beaten by my mom" You said.

While walking, an idea struck you suddenly, causing you to halt in your tracks and reach for your phone. Aliyah, a few steps ahead, turned around curiously. "Hey, Y/n, why did you stop?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she waited for your response.

"I've figured out a way to make sure my parents don't end up meeting Mr. Yao," you said with a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

"How exactly?" Aliyah inquired, her curiosity piqued. "I'll just conveniently leave out the details," you replied. giving her a knowing look. Aliyah chuckled. "You know Mr. Yao could easily message or call them, right?"

You smirked. "Who said they're definitely going to get involved? I'll just give my brother a call," you said, showing her your phone screen.

As you walked along, you casually reached into your pocket and began texting your brother on your phone.

"Smelly Bulldog"

You: are you coming home? Mom and dad misses you!

Smelly Bulldog: no

"Tsk," you muttered under your breath. When you reached home, you headed straight to the kitchen and found your mom cutting fruits. "Hey mom, I'm home," you said, grabbing a slice of watermelon onto a plate.

"Here, take this and give it to your brother," she instructed, handing you a plate piled high with sliced watermelon. "He's home?!" you exclaimed with joy, eagerly snatching the plate from her and bounding up the stairs to find him.

You walked into your brother's room and saw a man with his back to you. A few seconds later, he turned around, and the sunlight illuminated his face as he smiled at you. You were stunned and struggled to speak.

"God, is he a fallen angel or something?" you thought to yourself. "J-jay, did you have plastic surgery?" you managed to ask, looking at him with surprise.

To be continued.

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @lcthalwcapon

Cerulean hues glimmered beneath the dimly lit training room, frame moving forward to lean over the ropes of the ring as she watched the current fight within the box. A grin was seated delicately against her features before a brow rises, mischievous as she's ever been. "Oh come on, Simmons," Everleigh calls out. "You're pulling your punches. You really gonna let them take you down like that?"

[cfnaivety]

A brow cocked upwards at the femme that approached, a grin pulling against plush lips as she glanced at one of the guys and nodded, signaling for them to rack the balls up before her attention returned to the other female. "You sure you wanna challenge me," Emira questioned. "I'm somewhat of a pool shark." Even if she was a bit rusty, being back from the dead after a year and all.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⌖ ― open | @exitiumstarters

with being away from the city as long as she has, aliyah figured it was time to get reacquainted with it and the locals. an observant eye went a long way and just like any other city, the best place to do that was at a bar. people drank and talked... talked too much. it always worked for her, so she was here sitting at the bar and nursing a glass. after finishing her glass, and taking that time to get a read on everyone in the room, she stood and moved towards the group surrounding the pool table. "go on, rack 'em."

[bri-norris]

PROLOGUE TO—UNREQUINTED FEELINGS…C. BROCK X FEM!OC

warnings: mentions of alcohol, weed, and partying.

a/n: im a little bored, so like erm!! heres this :)

ALIYAH MCKENNA HARDY was never the party type, but her best friends—Milo, Amayah and Makayla forced her out of the house—So she put on her best party outfit and went on.

On the way in the uber the 3 girls and Milo chatted about the recent video they did with Sam and Colby at The Conjuring House.

With continous mentions of Abigail and the whole knocking method. It was kind of freaky.

As they arrived to the party, the first person they saw was Nate—Aliyahs older brother—He was with some girl in the front yard drinking some mixed drink.

"Hey Nate! Hey uh- What one is this?" Aliyah wasnt meaning to sound rude, but Nate had loads of girl friends and she couldnt keep track of their names.

But the girl took offense to that then rolled her eyes walking off.

"Really Lia! I was gonna make a move!" Nate was clearly upset and Aliyah felt bad, "Sorry- I didnt mean to sound rude or something! It wasnt even a rude question!"

With that, Nate rolled his eyes and walked away. What a bitch, only sometimes though, you know, siblings.

Aliyah then blinked and scurried inside with her group, the strong smell of alcohol and weed hitting her senses, how gross.

She and her friends walked around for a bit, losing Makayla to Hayden. They were probably making out in a closet somewhere.

Aliyah had finally found a non alcoholic drink, or so she thought, and sipped slowly. But Milo and Amayah on the other hand? Oh they were hammered the second they walked in.

She looked at everyone around, hoping to see one person in particular.

Then she did, but he was with some other girl.

She bit her lip, and got up to find someone to talk to, as she was left alone on the couch.

Colby had come to the party with Sam and Nate way before Aliyah and her friends.

When Nate told him she was coming, he ran to his car and got a new shirt.

Nate gave him a odd look, kind of pissy aswell.

All Colby said was he spilt something on himself a bit ago.

Nate let it go, and went on his own, leaving Colby and Sam.

Sam then started teading the shit out of him, "You like Lia!! You like Lia!!"

And Colby shooed him off, "Do not! Shes like a little sister to me! And far to young!"

Sam gave him a 'Be For Real' look, "Come on Cole, shes only 24, you're 26, Thats not bad!!" Colby rolled his eyes, "Point is; I do not like her."

"Sure you dont!!" And he walked away with a chuckle to go get a drink, leaving Colby a little red and irritated.

A few hours into the party, he had heard Amayah—He was gonna go over, but saw Aliyah and got nervous, so he just went over to a random girl in hopes to get over this 'small' feeling.

A little bit of dancing later, his eyes met Aliyahs. She looked upset, but then got up and danced with a random guy.

Thats not like her at all.

Aliyah had gotten over to the guy and started dancing and jumping with him.

Amayah ran over aswell and started to dance, "Lets party till we die! I like this Aliyah!"

Aliyah was smiling and laughing, happy she came out rather than sitting in bed watching shameless and eating ramen.

She walked away a bit later and got another drink, but realized it was alochol, but shrugged and then chugged.

She had about 7, and damn is she a lightweight.

By the end of the night her heels were off and she was stumbling into some random guys car.

Or atleast.. she thought he was random.

A/N: okay so uhuhuhuhuh there ti is guyd erm…

[bruciemilf]

Can we see your whole COD roaster you cooked up cause 👀👀👀 it’s a baddies only event I see

OH????? (barely contained joy) SURE I always wanna scream abt them. am not immune to prettyfaceism. Im gonna start with TOMMY RILEY??? MY B E L O V E D. Call me Simon the way I’d die for him.

Secondly,,,,,, absolute love of my soul (Simon’s too),,,,,,,, baby girl who could rip my head off,,,, Safiyah my beloved,,,,

BABY GIRL #2,,,,, maybe possibly Simon’s scary ass adoptive daughter,,, she’s so cool I just want to. Chew her. Her name literally means “Mankiller” it’s so. sal-inja. Min- Seung my BELOVED,,,

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We’re starting off with the babies :’) don’t you just love the exploitation of young people who have no choice but to be in the military. Don’t you.

Alejandro needs a sassy ass niece who can and will call him out on his bullshit and bully him about his forehead. She faded Valeria and would do it again. Will make you CRY. Aliyah,,, my (scary) princess.

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CLAP FOR THE 313!!!!!!! Clap!!

REGGIE REGGIE REGGIE. REGGIEEEEE. REGGIE. EATING GIM EATING HIM EARING HIM. HES like if marvel allowed the winter soldier to be openly autistic. HE AND ALIYAH ARE MARRIED BTW!!!! THEY HAVE A TINY BABY!!!! It’s as worrying as you might think.

Hawk. Just. Hawk. Boss boy. Loves to bully Price specifically. I’m chewing him with timid savagery. SO much passive aggressiveness between them. Two soccer moms. “I’m gonna kill you soon I think” “you’re a 21 year old minor. Do not talk to me.” (PS, Reggie calls Hawk chief and I think that’s VERY cute)

It ain’t a full story without a tragically happy group clown friend who feels like a burden and dead weight for his friends. I’m giving Cali a kiss on his cheek. Don’t we love a poor little rich boy. “Don’t let my Australian accent and perfect hair fool you. I actually have deep insecurities.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. I’ll buy some later.”

MOM FRIEND MOM FRIEND MOM FRIEND —-

SKY??? SKY ??? HEY SKY HEY SKY HEY. HEY. Someone give him a Xanax. And a nap. And a plane. Preferably not at the same time. HES MY BOYYYT HES MY BOY HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS SO MUCH IM GONNA C R Y.

I’m gonna kiss Mikey on his stupid little face. I’m gonna wrap him in a blanket and

[traegics]

A roll of dark irises is given at her older sister’s words, a heavy, audible sigh leaving her lips as she shakes her head. “Of course that’s the first thing on your mind,” Abigail retorts. “My age, yes, 19. Okay? Nothing about any of this can be okay, Ali. We’re from the future, she’s from the past… what if we get dad from the past too? No, I haven’t and I haven’t told mom who I am yet either. Just that my name is Abigail.”

a hint of a smile touched her lips, the distress from her sister wasn't all that alarming with whats going on. if anything, it was a comfort of its own. "abby, you know i never arrive somewhere early, much less on time. my closet didn't come with me, i had to go shopping to get ready, but i'm here now. slow down, mom is your age?" that changed things, but her mind ran with ideas on how this wasn't as bad as it could be. "it's going to be ok, abby, i promise-- we can face this. have you seen dad?"

[alldancersaretalented]

Dancers performing new Solos:

Aliya Yen - Before it ends (C&T)

Airi Dela Cruz - To Build a Home (Renee Baldwin)

Bristyn Scifres - Perdese (Chantel Aguirre)

Regan Gerena - Heartburn (Molly Long)

Makeila Bartlett - Liquid Slow (Timmy Blankenship)

Leighton Werner - Back To Black (Molly Long)

Dillon Barron - Beneath The Surface (C&T)

Stella Eberts - Nothing More Simple (Ricky Ubeda)

Loila Rhee - Rework (C&T)

Kami Couch - Volant (C&T)

Katie Couch - Winding and Unwinding (C&T)

Avery Reyes - Tell Me Why (Timmy Blankenship)

Sammi Chung - In One Ear (C&T)

Kenzie Couch - Siren (Renee Baldwin)

Allison Choi (Ricky Ubeda)

Dancers not performing Solos:

Delaney Anbarden

Olivia Armstrong

Sienna Carlston (injured)

Mady Kim

Brooklyn Safford

Savanna Musman

Madelyn Nasu

Amount of Groups per Dancer:

Sara Von Rotz (8 Groups)

Regan Gerena, Lexi Blanchard, Couch Twins (7 Groups)

Makeila Bartlett, Airi Dela Cruz, Leilani Lawlor, Sammi Chung, Stella Eberts, Richie Granese, Avery Reyes, Loila Rhee (6 Groups)

Lilly Barajas, Brooklyn Ladia, Gracyn French, Dillon Barron, Kenzie Couch (5 Groups)

Ellie Anbarden, Allison Choi, Kira Lieberman, Chloe Mirabal, Scifres Twins, Mady Kim, Lieberman Twins, Leighton Werner (4 Groups)

Aliyah Yen, Brooklyn Safford, Olivia Armstrong, Madelyn Nasu (3 Groups)

Savanna Musman, Cece Chung (2 Groups)

Delaney Anbarden (0 Groups)