#arnold curl

[luvzpagie]

lunch

“i can eat that girl lunch”

you and kk were always “jokingly” flirting and never more, but this time it was different.

you were completely laid out on her bed, shirt scrunched up. panting and your eyes rolled back.

“kk pleasee” you whined as your so called friend curled her fingers, hitting a spot that made you gasp so loud. the room surrounded with sounds of your wet pussy.

kk began to kiss your inner thigh getting closer your heat. her lips immediately attached to your clit, tongue swirling around it.

“oh my gosh-” you breathlessly moan, hands landing in her hair.

you tug at her hair, she hums at your motion sending vibrations all through out. your eyes rolled as kk replaced her tongue with her thumb, toying with your puffy clit.

“im- im gonnna cum” you look at her to find her eyes already on you, your mouth slightly agape as you feel yourself getting close.

“yea? you gonna cum” she smiled with a cocky expression on her face.

“baby- ah pleasee-” you babble trying to form a sentence, but is over powered by you whines and moans.

“i know, i know”

your breathing got heaver as you the felt the knot in your stomach start to unravel, your hands gripping onto her arm leaving nail indents.

gasps flowed all through the room as you came undone, kk still rubbing circles on your sensitive bud helping you ride out your high.

putting her fingers in her mouth, licking your juices clean off.

kk gets up leaning over, kissing you passionately letting you taste yourself. but you pull away before anything could happen again.

“that was wow” you say trying to catch your breath.

“ yeah, round two!” kk says with excitement all in her voice.

“ what wha-“

“girl hush lay back”

“tastes like she might be the one”

❦.

- ECKK yall i zont know how to feel about this

hope yall enjoyed. PLEASE give feedback !

[everlongasting]

[itsfootballbih]

The scouse is scousing extra hard

[trentione]

🥺🫶

[obsessive-evie]

Team Child KK™

I like that XDD

*trademarking it for u dw pooks i dont steal*

her and ashlynn are just constantly cheesing idk they’re just so cute

also ty ty for the trademark you’re saving me here 🫶

[jerseymuppet]

once i get mini twists it is over for everyone.

[a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives]

He doth expecth his wild curl want own screentime!

[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚐𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which kk unintentionally helps paige shoot her shot

You’re halfway through a solo Fortnite match when your Twitch chat explodes.

"YOOOOO PAIGE BUECKERS WATCHING YOUR STREAM RN" "RELOAD TWITTER GIRL YOU’RE TRENDING" "CHECK TIKTOK CHECK TIKTOK"

You furrow your brow, barely avoiding a snipe as you crank up to high ground.

“Wait, what?” you mutter, glancing over at your second monitor. Notifications are flying in from every direction—mentions on Twitter, TikTok tags, even DMs from mutuals losing their minds.

Paige Bueckers?

The Paige Bueckers?

You land a kill and duck into a bush to pull up your phone. You open TikTok, your thumb flying to the “@“ tab, and there it is—a TikTok live screen recording that’s going viral. It’s from KK Arnold, the UConn basketball guard, who’d been casually doing a TikTok Live Q&A from their apartment. She's lounging on the couch, vibing with the comments when someone asks:

“Where’s Paige?”

She flips the camera around, revealing Paige on the couch in sweats, legs curled up, face inches from her iPad screen with her AirPods in. Concentrating hard.

“There she is,” KK says. “Locked in, bro.”

Someone else in the comments must’ve asked what Paige was doing because KK squints at the camera and then calls out:

“Yo Paige, what are you watching?”

Paige doesn’t even look up.

“Some Fortnite stream.”

KK snickers. “Some Fortnite stream? Or your Fortnite streamer?”

Paige pauses. Looks up. Realizes what KK’s doing. “KK—stop—”

Too late.

“She’s watching that streamer,” KK says with a sly grin. “The one she’s obsessed with. She’s always watching her. Like religiously. Every time she goes live? Boom—Paige is right here, front row.”

Paige tries to grab KK’s phone, laughing nervously and blushing deep red.

“End the live, bro. I swear—”

But it’s already out there.

Your jaw drops. You pause your stream.

“Wait—she’s obsessed with me?”

Your chat goes ballistic.

"BROOOO DM HER RIGHT NOW" "SHOOT YOUR SHOT Y/N" "PAIGE BUECKERS GOT A CRUSH ON YOU OMG"

You hesitate, your heartbeat fluttering like you just got a Victory Royale. You’ve always thought Paige was attractive—hell, who didn’t? But you never imagined she even knew who you were, let alone watched your streams religiously.

Screw it.

You pull up Instagram, type in her name (you were already following her, obviously), and start typing a message:

hey… so I heard you like watching Fortnite streams? 👀

You hover for half a second.

Then hit send.

Paige is back in her room, hoodie pulled over her head like that’ll hide her from the world. She’s been fighting off messages all day—her teammates roasting her, her phone buzzing nonstop. Even Coach Geno had made a joke at practice about her “gaming girlfriend.”

She groans and flops on her bed, still clutching her iPad.

“Why did she have to say that on live,” she mutters, swiping through her notifications. “Couldn’t she just say I was watching Netflix or something?”

Then she freezes.

Because there it is.

@/yourusername hey… so I heard you like watching Fortnite streams? 👀

Her whole body goes still.

“What the—”

She sits up so fast she nearly drops her iPad. Then she jumps out of bed, grabs her phone, and bolts down the hall yelling:

“KK!”

You’ve went back to the game, but your mind is still spinning.

You’ve got thousands of viewers watching as you try to focus on your next match, but then your phone buzzes again.

Paige Bueckers replied to your message.

You almost fall out of your gaming chair.

omg i didn’t mean for that to get out lmaooo but yes. yes i love your streams. you’re cracked and funny and hot and i’m embarrassed now 😅

You giggle softly, trying not to show how flustered you are on stream.

“Okay,” you say to chat, “I might have to end early tonight… I’ve got a DM to answer.”

"SAY LESS." "Y/N LOGGING OFF TO BAG BUECKERS." "WE SHIPPING THIS HARD."

You mute your mic and start typing back.

don’t be embarrassed. i think it’s cute. wanna run duos sometime? maybe grab food after if we win? 

You watch the dots bubble up right away.

And somewhere in Connecticut, Paige is smiling so hard her face hurts.

The next night, your stream is scheduled for 8 p.m. sharp.

But by 7:30, your Twitch chat is already in riot mode.

"IS IT TRUE??? PAIGE BUECKERS DUO STREAM???" "OMG THIS IS ABOUT TO BE ICONIC" "Y/N PLEASE WE NEED CONFIRMATION"

You’re pacing in your room, phone in hand, controller charged, headset on. Heart doing backflips. Because yeah—you and Paige had been texting all day, and yes—she is joining your stream.

Your Discord pings. She’s in the voice call.

You take a deep breath, click your stream intro, and go live.

“Hey guys,” you say, trying to sound cool, calm, collected. “Sooo… we have a special guest tonight. I think you might’ve heard of her.”

You turn on the Discord audio.

“…hey,” Paige’s voice comes through your headphones, low and a little shy.

Your chat loses its collective mind.

“NO WAY!!!!” "PAIGEEE???" "SHE'S HERE OH MY GOD" "ACT NORMAL EVERYONE ACT NORMAL"

You laugh, your nerves melting a little at the sound of her voice.

“You good over there, Bueckers?”

“I mean,” she says, “I’ve hit buzzer beaters in the Final Four, but this is more terrifying.”

You chuckle. “Don’t worry, chat doesn’t bite… much.”

“I’ve seen your chat. That’s a lie.”

The two of you drop into a Duo match, landing at your usual spot—Sweaty Sands. From the start, it’s banter.

“You better not die first,” Paige teases as she loots a chest.

“I carry every duo, I don’t care who they are,” you shoot back, grabbing a shotgun.

“Oh really? We’ll see about that.”

You end up with 5 kills in the first 10 minutes, and Paige goes down once—but you revive her. The moment you do, your Twitch overlay lights up with spammed donations and subscriptions.

"SAVING YOUR GIRL 😭😭" "THE WAY Y/N RISKED IT ALL" "DADDY'S HOME"

You glance at chat and laugh. “They’re calling you my girl, by the way.”

Paige doesn’t answer for a beat. Then, softly:

“…I mean, they’re not wrong.”

Your fingers stutter on your controller.

“…Wait, what?”

“Nothing,” she says quickly. “Focus, enemy west.”

But chat catches it. Oh, they definitely catch it.

"PAIGE 'THEY NOT WRONG' BUECKERS??? EXCUSE ME???" "Y’ALL FLIRTING ON MAIN RN" "IM SWEATING. SCREAMING. CRYING."

You clutch your chest in mock dramatics. “Y’all trying to make me choke on air right now.”

Paige laughs. “Focus up, streamer. We’ve got a crown to win.”

You end the stream two hours later with a couple wins and a viewer count that broke your previous record by a mile.

You thank everyone, say goodnight, and mute your mic—but don’t leave the call.

You and Paige stay in Discord, just the two of you now, no chat, no cameras. Just that soft space where everything feels a little more real.

“That was fun,” she says quietly.

You smile. “Yeah. You’re actually good.”

“Are you surprised?”

“A little. I figured you'd be more of a Minecraft girl.”

She scoffs. “Rude.”

There’s a pause, the kind that stretches a little too long but feels kind of nice.

“…So,” Paige says, “was that food offer real?”

You glance at your phone—her name glowing at the top of your screen.

“Yeah,” you say, voice a little quieter now. “You win a Victory Royale with me, you earn dinner.”

Paige hums. “What if I just want to hang out? Like, even without the game?”

You grin.

“Then we skip the match and get food anyway.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then:

“I’m flying out next weekend.”

Your heart stutters.

“…Seriously?”

She chuckles. “Only if you promise not to crush me at Fortnite again.”

“No promises.”

On Twitter, you’re trending under:

#BueckersAndY/N “Paige Bueckers and the Fortnite streamer girl” “duos 4 life 💘”

But the real moment? It’s when Paige posts on her Instagram Story later that night. A blurry picture of her iPad screen, paused on your stream, with one caption:

“GG, beautiful.”

i actually haven't played fortnite in days cause i been busy with writing all these fics and i am in withdrawal... do y'all play?

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Soft Like Rain

Pairing: KK Arnold x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: A rainy day, a warm dorm, and soft limbs tangled under blankets. KK wants to hear how you fell in love—again.

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @shikaizer

Rain taps soft against KK’s dorm window, steady like a metronome. It’s the kind of gray, slow day that makes you wanna crawl into a hoodie and disappear under blankets for a while. That’s exactly what I did.

KK’s hoodie hangs loose on me—navy blue and worn in all the right places, smelling like her coconut conditioner and cinnamon gum. She pulled me into bed the second I got here, mumbling something about “nap date weather” and “your warm butt’s my space heater.”

Her legs are tangled with mine under the comforter, one hand on my thigh and the other lazily scrolling on her phone.

“Babe?” she asks, voice husky and low like she’s been napping with her eyes open.

“Hm?” I murmur, already half-asleep.

“Tell me how you fell in love with me.”

I shift my head slightly to blink up at her. Her cheek’s pressed into the pillow, curls tied up messily. She’s looking at me with that soft-lipped smirk that means she already knows what I’m gonna say.

“…I literally told you that again yesterday,” I mumble.

“I don’t care,” she grins. “I wanna hear it again. Plus, I like hearing you talk.”

“God, you’re such a flirt.”

“You love it.”

She’s right, I do. So I sigh, push closer into her warmth, and start telling the story again—the same one I always do, the one she asks for when it’s raining or when she’s sore from practice or just feeling soft.

“Alright,” I begin, tracing the drawstrings of her hoodie. “It was that mixer. The one Yanna dragged me to.”

KK nods, content. “Plaid pants. Sprite spill. Keep going.”

“I was sticky, embarrassed, ready to fake an asthma attack just to leave—and then you popped up. Calm, cute, cocky.”

“Triple C,” she murmurs proudly.

“You gave me wipes and made a joke about me being too pretty to be clumsy. I should’ve hated you on principle.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No,” I say, “Because you offered to walk me back to my dorm, and when I told you I had cramps, you offered to get me snacks and a heating pad.”

KK chuckles softly. “I didn’t even know you yet and I was already on girlfriend duty.”

I grin. “Exactly. That was when I started falling. You weren’t just nice. You were intentional.”

KK hums, kisses my forehead. “Say more.”

So I do. I tell her about all the little things—the way she remembered my favorite candy, the way she texted me during class just to say “you looked real fine today” like we’d been dating for years, not weeks. I tell her how she made me feel like I wasn’t hard to love.

And when I’m done, KK just breathes into my hair and whispers, “Yeah… tell me that again next week too.”

“Only if you bake with me after this nap.”

“Bake?” she perks up. “You’re trying to seduce me with cookies?”

“Chocolate chip banana bread,” I say, sitting up and stretching. “Rainy day comfort food. My specialty.”

She grins wide. “Say less.”

We nap a little longer, rain still pattering against the window like a lullaby. And later, when the dorm smells like brown sugar and melted chocolate, KK wraps her arms around me from behind at the counter and says, “I’d fall in love with you all over again for this banana bread.”

I smirk over my shoulder. “Good. Because you’re getting it every time it rains.”

She kisses my cheek. “And every time I ask how you fell in love with me?”

“Every single time.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[demie90s]

Hey twin!!!!!!!!!!

My request:

So, KK and Reader are dating, but nobody knows, not even their teammates. So one chaotic day, kk decides to go live for whatever reason, and the team is vibing with chat, and reader decides to annoy kk, so they're arguing in the background and then reader snatches kk's tru fru and runs out of the room and kk chases, of course

After a while, they not back so paige's bored ass decides to go looking for them with the phone, so the phone Is facing away from paige so immediately she turns a corner, the camera captures kk and reader kissing on live and it's just chaos from there

love you bitch 😝

(Love youuuuuuu)

Caught

Kk Arnold x fem!reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:You and KK have been dating on the low for months. Nobody knows. Paige— on live, bored and nosy—grabs the phone to go find you.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Comedy, fluff, chaotic reveal, team reactions

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Swearing, yelling, very exposed Tru Fru feelings

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 0.4k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “I’m not playing these games!” “You love me, you’ll survive!” Caught kissing on live with 1k viewers and a screaming Paige in the background. Legendary.

KK was live. No warning. No buildup. Just her face on the screen, camera angled half sideways, curls bouncing while she laughed at something Nika said off-screen. Ashlynn was singing, Ice was dancing, Caroline was doing absolutely nothing but posing in the background like it was a photoshoot. It was chaos. Pure team chaos.

KK was reading the chat out loud, all cute and animated like she wasn’t the most competitive person on Earth five hours ago.

“You said Nika look like what? Girl please—”

She laughed into the mic, snacking out of a little cup of chocolate-covered Tru Fru like she was at a damn picnic.

That’s when I spotted it.

I crept up behind her, not even trying to be slick. She caught me in the front camera and side-eyed me before I could even finish tiptoeing.

“Don’t play,” she warned.

“I’m not doing nothing,” I lied. Straight to her face.

She pulled the Tru Fru closer to her chest like it was gold.

“Y/N,” she said, all stern. “This is my last bag.”

“I’m just looking, damn,” I grinned, leaning over her shoulder fake-friendly.

The chat started catching on.

@/basketbae7: oh she sneaky🫵🤣

@/fuddflavored: she’s not safe 😭

@/kk_is_bae: kk a addict. Take it.

I waited until she relaxed just a little. Then I snatched it clean out her hand and bolted.

“AYO!” KK shouted, full volume. “YO SHE GOT MY SHIT—Y/N!”

I was already gone.

I dipped out the room so fast I knocked over someone’s Hydro Flask. KK dropped her phone straight on the couch, live still going, and chased after me like her entire scholarship was riding on that damn snack.

“Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU EAT MY LAST STRAWBERRY—”

Screaming. Footsteps. One of the girls yelled, “Don’t kill her!” The phone just sat there, still live, pointed at the ceiling.

Everyone else was wheezing, crying, reading the comments out loud.

@/UConnStan22: this better not end like the chicken nugget incident 😭

@/TruFruDefender: i’d chase her too tbh. them shits sacred

@/wherespaige: why y’all just sitting there GO CHECK

Five minutes passed. Still no KK. No me.

“Okay,” Paige said finally, annoyed. “Y’all so lazy.”

She picked up the phone like it was a flashlight and started walking. Camera still flipped, facing out. She turned corners slow, dramatic, fake-whispering like she was on a mission.

“If I get hit with a shoe, I’m suing. This is for the fans.”

One more turn. And then? Camera caught us. Clear as day.

Back hallway. KK against the wall. My hands on her waist. Her hands in my hoodie. Mouths locked like we forgot how to breathe.

Silence. Straight chaos. Back in the main room, the team screamed. Paige gasped like it was a murder scene.

KK jumped back like she got caught cheating on a test. I turned around, wide-eyed, and froze. The phone in Paige’s hand blinked at us like a traitor.

“YOU’RE STILL LIVE?” I yelled.

“OH MY GOD—” Azzi cackled in the background.

Paige turned the phone around to show her shocked face.

“Y’all kissing?! ON THE LIVE?!”

KK slapped her forehead.

Jana yelled, “YOU STOLE HER FRU AND HER SOUL??”

And the chat? LOST IT.

@/kk_soldier: WE BEEN BLESSED

@/noonegonnabelievethis: KK GOT A GIRLFRIEND OMGGGG

@/teamy/n: she stole the tru fru and the girl

@/wifeymaterial: this was a Tru Fru trap all along…

I grabbed the phone, ended the live in pure panic, and tossed it on the table like it was hot. KK looked at me. I looked at her.

She shook her head, blushing hard, and muttered, “Damn…..you still owe me bout 15 bags”

I grinned. “Baby, I’ll buy you the factory.”

[izzih22]

Hiii can you do one where Paige has so much energy and is bouncing off the walls but azzi gets her to calm down by like scratching her back so they can watch a movie or something

Too Many Athletes, Not Enough Chill

Notes: kinda like this one

The movie had been playing for twenty minutes.

Azzi had picked it out—something soft and sweet, the kind of rom-com where everyone had glowing skin and predictable problems and happy endings. All she wanted was to relax, wrapped in her favorite blanket with her favorite person, and just be.

Unfortunately, Paige Bueckers and KK Arnold had other plans.

“No, no—get off me! You’re cheating!” KK shouted, half-laughing, half-panicked as Paige had her in a headlock on the living room floor.

“You said you could beat me in a wrestling match!” Paige countered triumphantly, her legs tangled with KK’s as they rolled dangerously close to the coffee table.

“That was hypothetical!”

“You challenged me! You don’t hypothetically challenge an athlete!”

Azzi didn’t even flinch anymore. She was curled up on the couch with Ice Brady and Jana El Alfy, the three of them watching the mess unfold like tired mothers of particularly energetic toddlers.

“Should we… stop them?” Jana asked, eyebrows raised as Paige shrieked when KK tried to flip her over.

Ice didn’t look away from her phone. “They’ll run out of steam eventually. Let them tire each other out.”

Azzi sighed, rubbing at her temple as KK accidentally kicked a pillow across the room. “I’m never getting a peaceful movie night, am I?”

“Not with those two in the same room,” Ice said. “You knew what this was when you invited them.”

Azzi watched as Paige finally got the upper hand and pinned KK to the carpet, both of them breathless and grinning like idiots.

“Tap out!” Paige shouted, triumphant.

“Never!” KK yelled back.

Azzi had had enough.

“Paige.” Her voice was calm, but firm. Paige’s head whipped toward her immediately.

“Yes, baby?” she said, like she hadn’t just been body-slamming their teammate two feet from the TV.

“Come here.”

Paige blinked, then gave KK one last shove before crawling toward the couch on her hands and knees like a sulky golden retriever.

KK flopped dramatically onto the floor, arms spread. “I’m suing.”

“You started it,” Ice called down from her spot.

“You all saw her tackle me!”

Paige climbed up onto the couch beside Azzi, still catching her breath. Her hair was a mess and there was a faint rug burn on her elbow.

“You’re literally too much,” Azzi muttered, though she was already tugging Paige into her lap, rearranging the blanket over both of them.

Paige grinned. “But you love me.”

Azzi gave her a look, one that said barely, but she was already scratching gently at Paige’s back, soft fingers dragging over the cotton of her hoodie. Paige immediately sagged against her, arms wrapped around Azzi’s waist like she’d never let go.

“Mmm,” Paige mumbled. “That’s the stuff.”

“I swear you have an off switch,” Ice muttered. “And it’s named Azzi.”

“Facts,” KK groaned from the floor. “Y’all make me sick.”

“You just lost,” Paige fired back without opening her eyes.

Ice rolled her eyes. “Can we finally watch the movie now?”

Azzi didn’t answer. She was too focused on the way Paige’s breathing slowed, her eyes drooping as she melted into Azzi’s touch. It was ridiculous how fast she calmed down when Azzi had her arms around her. Like some part of Paige that was always on—loud and fast and performing—just powered down in her presence.

Jana got up to turn off the lights, shooting Azzi a grateful smile. “Thank you for your service.”

Azzi just smiled softly and kissed the top of Paige’s head. “I got her.”

And for the rest of the movie, Paige stayed curled against her like a sleepy kid, fingers curled into the hem of Azzi’s hoodie. The chaos of earlier felt far away—just another moment in their loud, messy, but somehow perfect little world.

Even KK fell asleep before the credits rolled.

[elliespassagerprincess]

I was wondering what would be professor ellies reaction to overhearing her students call her wife a milf?😭

Idk if she would be smug or jealous 😭

Headcannons: professor!ellie williams x reader

masterlist

professor ellie masterlist

☆ You arrive right before Ellie’s lecture starts, balancing Aurora on your hip and pushing Arnold in a sleek black pram.

☆ You’re in leggings and a fitted hoodie, your hair half-tied, glowing in that “effortless hot mom” way that makes people stare.

☆ Ellie’s in the middle of setting up her slides when she spots you through the open lecture hall door and just melts—the tension in her shoulders visibly drops.

☆ “Shit,” she mumbles when she sees the brown paper bag in your hand, realizing she did forget her lunch on the kitchen counter.

☆ Aurora clings to you, shyly resting her head against your shoulder as her curls bounce with each step.

☆ Ellie immediately walks down from the podium, forgetting about her slides for a second just to greet the three of you.

☆ She kisses your temple, whispers a thank you, and gently strokes Arnold’s cheek as he stirs in his sleep.

☆ Students start to murmur as the scene unfolds—especially since they rarely see Professor Williams flustered or affectionate in public.

☆ You’re kind, smiling at her class and giving a little wave before telling Ellie to have a good lecture.

☆ As you walk out, Ellie’s eyes are glued to you—watching your hips sway and how effortlessly beautiful you look with her babies.

☆ The door hasn’t even closed behind you when a student in the back lets out a low whistle.

☆ Another mutters, “Damn, Professor Williams pulled a MILF.”

☆ Someone giggles, “Now it makes sense why she’s so serious—she’s got that waiting at home.”

☆ Ellie hears everything.

☆ Her eyes narrow slightly, jaw tightening as she clicks her laptop to the next slide a little too hard.

☆ “That was my wife, by the way,” she says nonchalantly, eyes still on the screen.

☆ “And the mother of both my children. Not that it's any of your business.”

☆ The room goes completely silent. A few students exchange wide-eyed looks.

☆ Ellie smirks to herself. Her little dig was sharp but still professional—classic passive-aggressive Professor Williams.

☆ She continues her lecture like nothing happened, but there's an edge in her tone now, like she’s daring anyone to comment again.

☆ She’s seething with jealousy, even if the comments were technically compliments.

☆ In her head: Of course they think she’s hot. She’s fucking perfect.

☆ She can’t stop picturing how good you looked—messy mom hair, flushed cheeks, and that soft voice.

☆ The image of you holding Aurora with one arm while pushing Arnold is burned into her brain.

☆ Her students noticing your hotness only confirms what she already knows: you’re stunning, magnetic, hers.

☆ She spends half the lecture imagining dragging you into her office after class just to mark her territory.

☆ She literally has to pause mid-sentence at one point because her brain short-circuits thinking about it.

☆ When she finally wraps up, she types “MILF-hunting undergrads = extra assignments” into her personal notes. Half-joking. Kind of.

☆ She finds you sitting on a bench outside her building, Arnold now awake and cooing softly.

☆ Aurora’s blowing dandelions and crawling into your lap every five seconds.

☆ Ellie drops her bag beside you and immediately kisses you—firm, slow, full of silent you’re mine energy.

☆ “You shouldn’t come looking like that,” she whispers into your hair.

☆ “Like what?” you ask, knowing exactly what she means.

☆ “Like the hottest person to ever walk into a university campus—with my baby on your hip.”

☆ She looks down at Arnold and mutters, “I hope he didn’t hear the bullshit I had to sit through.”

☆ You giggle, teasing, “What, jealous?”

☆ “No,” she deadpans. “Just proud. And territorial. And maybe slightly homicidal.”

☆ She offers to push the pram, her other arm slung possessively around your waist.

☆ She keeps glancing at passing students, daring anyone to look at you again.

☆ She tells you the whole story during dinner—every comment, every internal reaction.

☆ “I should start the next lecture with a slide that says: ‘That MILF is married. To me.’”

☆ You laugh so hard you nearly spill juice on Arnold’s onesie.

☆ Aurora asks what a “milf” is and Ellie nearly chokes.

☆ She’s planning a casual campus lunch date where she can show you off properly.

☆ She updates her office desk photos—new ones of you holding Arnold and a candid of you kissing Aurora’s nose.

☆ She catches herself rereading her student evaluations, smirking at the ones that mention her being “intimidating but hot.”

☆ Her next lecture includes a quote about “respecting others—especially your professor’s badass wife.”

☆ When you tease her later, she kisses you roughly and growls, “They wish they had you. But they never will.”

☆ She journals about the moment that night, scribbling things like “she looked so perfect. She always does. Mine.”

☆ The next time you bring her lunch, she kisses you in front of the class. Not a long kiss—just enough to make a point.

[everlongasting]

a baby🤏🥺

[darktrashsoulbear]

Cold Nights, Cosy Hearts

Modern Aemond Targaryen x girlfriend!reader

Based on this request made by Hannah @gwaynesprincess

Summary: After an unexpected interruption to their cosy night in, Aemond and reader try to find a way to somehow salvage the night and spend some quality time together.

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Warnings: Smut, minors do not interact

Word Count: 3350

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The sound of his ringtone interrupted Aemond’s reading of Arnold J. Tonybee’s ‘A Study of History’. With a grin he looked down at his phone hoping it was his angel. The grin soon soured as he declined the call, eyes rolling to the back of his skull - Aegon. Averting his attention back to his book he continued, the serene silence making for the perfect autumn, late afternoon atmosphere to catch up on his reading as he waits for his angel to come home.

Aemond learnt from a young age that his elder brother had a penchant for ruining perfect moments, he was a fool to think this time was an exception. He hastened to the front of the flat not wanting the neighbours to believe there was an attempted break in occurring at the sheer volume of the banging at the door. Swinging open the door sporting a glare that could freeze the sun, Aemond grasped the arm of the nuisance and dragged him inside before quickly slamming it shut again.

Said nuisance, unphased by his anger, jumped onto the sofa in order to lay down - ignorant to his shoes rubbing all over the fabric. Momentarily unsure of how to react to the scene before him, Aemond stilled before snapping back to reality and ripping Aegon’s legs off of the sofa, almost throwing him to the floor. 

“Oi, what was that for!”

“Get out Aegon!” Aemond snapped not bothering to dignify his question with a response

“Must I remind you that it was YOU who just yanked me through the door, weirdo!” Aegon fired back, his amusement clear

“Why are you here?” The younger demanded

“I had no other choice with you dodging my calls!” Aegon continued, “what if it was urgent?”

“Is it?” he questioned, defeatedly leaning against the wall adjacent to the sofa

The hesitation that followed told Aemond all he needed to know as he, once again, began ushering his brother out, telling him he’s busy. Stubbornly Aegon refused clinging onto the backrest of the sofa as though his life depended and at this point, it very well could have. As the brother’s struggled they found themselves on the floor, forgetting the actual task at hand and just exchanging brotherly blows trying to get the advantage.

The scene you walked in on was one you wouldn’t forget. On the carpet before you was Aemond half kneeling on the floor with Aegon wrapped around the one not touching the floor, like a koala - seemingly in a struggle as you watched one of Aemond’s hands go from trying to pry him off to his hair and yank. At this you couldn’t contain your laughter anymore as, body curling in as the sound of your cackles rang out. 

This caused Aemond to lose focus, letting go of Aegon’s strands, as his head snapped back towards you. Just as he opened his mouth and went to say something, Aegon used his distraction to his advantage and rose up, arms still wrapped around Aemond’s leg using it to shove him onto his back and triumphantly sat on both his legs, pinning them down and casually waving at her. 

“If you boys are busy then I can text Helaena, see if she wants to meet up or something,” you suggested, half genuinely wanting to give them space and half desperately not wanting to be forced to babysit the two brothers.

“That would be grea…” Aegon began but was cut off by Aemond yet again burying a hand in his hair in order to free himself.

“No!” he interjected, “we promised we’d spend the evening with each other, I’ve got the movies rented and menus ready to order a takeaway. Just give me a sec to get rid of him and we can start baby.”

Aegon finally freeing himself again began “I may have a thing for hair pulling but certainly not with you little brother, with your girlfriend on the other hand…” he trailed off, shooting you a wink, “and now there’s no way you’re getting rid of me, movies and a takeaway? Count me in!” he moved back over to sit in the middle of the sofa tapping the spots on either side of him with his hands.

Aemond chose to ignore him entirely and walked over to his angel, grasping your hands and telling you to go “relax, get into something comfortable and decide what we should watch first” while he dealt with the 5”9’ problem in the flat. However, before you could even take a step in the direction of their bedroom, you were interrupted by a loud declaration from the man on the sofa.

“I do agree you should get changed doll, but into something to go out in. The three of us are going to go meet some people at the pub, maybe go out after”

Judging by the vein protruding from the side of her boyfriend’s neck, you knew now was the time to step in. Nodding to Aegon, you grasped Aemond’s hand, interlocked your fingers and led him to their bedroom, ensuring the door was locked behind them. You guided him to take a seat on the bed as she stood before him, bringing his head against her stomach, running one hand through his hair and the other massaging circles between his shoulder blades.

After a few minutes of silence, Aemond mumbled something about how Aegon must have a compulsion of ruining everything. His angel only softly chuckled as you continued soothing him.

“Would it be so bad if we indulged him and just went along?” You began before he moved his head away and looked up as if you’d sprouted another head, taking a seat next to him you quickly added on, “Let’s say we do go, what would really happen? We have a drink or two with him, then he gets distracted by a pretty girl and leaves us alone, we have a couple of drinks and chat, then we come back here and watch movies and get a takeaway like we planned.”

After a moment of thought, the corner of Aemond’s lips quirked up and he put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her in to press a few kisses on the top of her head. “A fine plan, my angel, a fine plan indeed.”

Preening at the praise you added “and besides we could use this as an excuse to get out of future plans we want no part of, ‘what do you mean we never go out with you Aegon? Do you not remember last time when we cancelled our date night just to join you, only for you to ditch us for a girl?’ We’d have a solid argument baby.”

At this Aemond let out a genuine laugh, pulling you up to her feet before wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your lips, trailing his hands further down, copping a feel before letting her go to allow the two of them to get ready for the night.

One would think that after acquiescing to his wishes, Aegon would become more manageable. That would incorrect, instead he was bounding down the street as free as a child half his age. Aemond and his angel trailed behind him, huddling closer together for warmth. His left and your right were in the pockets of your own coats while the others were intertwined and shoved into Aemond’s other pocket.

Reaching the too lively pub, Aemond tugged you inside, eyes frantically scanning the place for an available seat. Aegon, of course, made a beeline for the bar and was frantically waving back at them to join him. Smirking, his angel pulled him over towards him and he reluctantly trailed behind. 

“See guys, isn’t this so fun? Seriously Aem I don’t know how you managed to bag a girl like her, what with the giant stick permanently lodged up your -” Aegon was cut off by you sliding close to the rogue.

“Don’t look now Aegon but that girl over there, on the other side of the bar, she’s staring at you. Like really really into it,” and Aegon of course immediately whipped around, eyes zeroing in on the girl whose eyes were flicking over with mild interest - but he didn’t need to know that.

“Well then, my lady, weirdo, I’d best not deprive her of the best night of her life for much longer! I’ll catch you guys in a second, just stay close.” Aegon instructed, walking backwards towards the girl in the hot pink dress.

With that the couple were left alone and Aemond’s relief was evident. As Aemond got the attention of one of the bar staff, you turned to find somewhere a lot more discreet to sit. Spotting somewhere in the back you grabbed the drinks as he paid and the two of you made your way over to a small table near the back.

Taking a seat on the small stools you set the drinks down and Aemond turned to you giving you a small smile and retaking your hand, palm up, tracing the lines on it. Abruptly looking up a final time his eyes darted back over the where Aegon was, relieved to see he was still by the markedly more interested looking girl.

Turning back to your eyes he felt an overwhelming sense of adoration flow through him, reaching out he tucked a rogue strand of your hair behind your ear as you bit your lip looking up at him with a gaze that made him dearly regret ever entertaining the idea of leaving their bedroom.

Just as he cupped your face with one hand, the other tugging your chin up and closer, and began leaning in, he heard a dull thud on the opposite side of their table top. Looking across you saw a man at least in his early 40s, wearing a worn suit slump into the stool opposite you - eagerly grabbing and downing half his pint of Guinness.

Slowly he lifted his gaze to the two of you and looked at you as though you were the inconveniences. Which apparently was the final straw for Aemond as he gave him the deepest scowl you’d ever seen. This caused one of the most amusing exchanges of words you’d ever seen your boyfriend involved in…

“Don’t know why you’re giving me that look boy, you don't own the table you know,” the man began.

“Look mate, I meant no harm, me and my girl were just wanting-” Aemond began feeling less than civil.

“Oh boy you couldn’t harm a fly even if you did mean it,” the man scoffed, flicking his hand dismissively.

You could see the way Aemond’s hand tightened into a fist and his jaw clenched. Knowing you had to do something to de-escalate the situation you opened your mouth to address him.

“Don’t you even think about putting your two-pence missy, this is between me and the lad,” the balding man interjected.

At this your eyes widened, eyebrows slightly lifted momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of the man that came and sat at your table. Aemond angled his head towards you, his gaze sending a clear message ‘just say the word and I’ll deal with it’. But before he was given the chance your pint of Stella Artois somehow made its way all over the man’s front.

At his shocked gasp, you and Aemond looked at each other and the message was clear. Run. Darting out of the pub, hand in hand, Aemond leading the way. The seven o’clock evening chill in the night was biting compared to the heat in the pub and caused you to shiver as you realised you left your coat inside near the bar.

Realising this Aemond offered to go back and fetch it but not wanting to risk getting barred from the pub, you shook your head reassuring him that you’d be fine for the walk home. Turning to begin the walk, another shiver coursed through you as you attempted to huddle further into your knitted dress, thankful you had the forethought to wear plain black leggings instead of tights.

Observing, Aemond tugged on your wrist causing you to swivel back as he draped his own coat around your shoulder, helping you slide you arms in. You tried to refuse, insisting he kept it for himself, but vehemently denied you stating that Targaryen’s have warmer blood - thanks to their royal lineage from centuries ago, blood of the dragon apparently.

Finally acquiescing, you gave him a peck on the lips grasping his left hand to shove into the coat pocket until he yet again stopped you. Looking up at him confused, he moved you so that you were now standing on his right - away from the pavement. He then allowed his right hand to find home in the coat’s  pocket, the other sliding into the pocket of his jeans.

Seeing your eyes roll at his actions, he simply gave you a smirk “you always claim that chivalry is dead in modern society angel, I’m simply proving otherwise”.

Turning the corner, relief filled you as you spotted your flat building meaning you’d soon be out of the cold. As much as Aemond liked to pretend he was unaffected you could tell the cold was getting to him. Still clasping his hand in the coat pocket you leaned against his side providing as much as you could without bruising his ego. As he looked down at you, you could see the shift in gaze, darkening at you wearing his clothes.

He abruptly stopped and walked you back until your back hit the brick wall behind you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, the other sliding down to the small of your back pushing you against him. As he leaned his forehead against your own, your hands trailed up - one hand resting against his chest, the other coming up to curl around the back of his neck. Your legs slightly opened allowing his thigh to slot in between your own.

Just as he leans down to finally lock your lips in what was sure to be a passion infused breathtaking kiss, a shocked gasp interrupted him. An incredibly deep and agitated groan escaped Aemond, was having a brief uninterrupted moment with the love of his life really so much to ask for?

Slowly pulling away from each other, detangling your limbs you looked over at where the sound came from. It was Billy, the little boy from a few doors that had an affinity for sneaking out while his parents were distracted. Walking over you crouched down before him, “Hey Billy, are you alone sweetheart?”

He hesitated before slightly nodding his head “…yeah”.

“Are your mum and dad upstairs?”, prompting another small nod of his head.

“Well then I guess Aemond and I should take you back up to them, right Aemond?” You said over your shoulder.

Aemond, in return gave a deadpan look - to which you responded with your own - but eventually nodded wrapping an arm around you, pulling you inside as Billy’s little hand grasped your own.

Walking over towards the lifts Aemond went inside and pressed the up button. That’s when you noticed the out of service sign and couldn’t help but chuckle at how the universe seemed to be plotting against him tonight. 

Taking a deep breath to steady himself he ushered you and Billy up the stairs before following after, which proved to take a lot longer than initially thought due to Billy’s much smaller legs climbing up to the fourth floor. Finally arriving you quickly stepped across the hallway walking past your door to the flat three doors down and rang the doorbell.

It was safe to say Billy’s mother had quite the shock when she pulled it open to be met with her son, the friendly neighbour and her sometimes friendly boyfriend standing before her. Recovering quickly she immediately began chastising Billy for wandering off again and profusely thanking the two of you for returning him safely. Reassuring her that it was no trouble at all, you allowed Aemond to drag you away back up the hallway and into your own flat.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to you the same predatory glint in his eye returning as he eyed you up and down, drinking you in.

As you pushed  Aemond up against the door to your bedroom, he removed his coat from around you, throwing it to the floor all while kissing each other as though your lives depended on it. Parting from him you turned the doorknob behind him, pulling him behind you with a finger curled around one of the belt loops on his trousers.

Moving him to sit on the bed, you pulled his sweater off along with the top he was wearing underneath. You then guided him to stand and instructed him to take off his trousers and pants as you removed your own dress and leggings. As he returned to full height, stark naked he gazed into your eyes, waiting. 

Parting your legs before you, you slightly tilted your head down and that’s all the prompting he needed as he gracefully fell to his knees before you. Hooking your left leg over his shoulder, he began kissing up your leg - starting at your calf- licking and sucking as he went.

When he finally reached the apex of your thighs your body fell back against the mattress as he licked as though it was his final meal, nose rubbing against your clit, tongue dipping inside your core. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you pleaded - unsure of what for but he seemed to understand as he drove you closer and closer to your release.

Finally with his whisper of “let go for me, my love” you tipped over the edge, thighs shaking and back arched, fisting the sheets.

Climbing up the bed, Aemond’s hand stoked your hair bringing you down from your high. Flipping over onto your stomach, you brought your hand down to wrap around him before sitting up to straddle his thighs, pushing him back to lean against the headboard. Reaching back to unclip your bra, you threw it in the direction he’d discarded your panties.

Re-taking his length in your hand, you guided him to meet your entrance, sinking down you both let out pleasured groans. As he reached up towards your breasts, you took both hands in yours and pinned them by his sides - intertwining your fingers as you moved up and down. Leaning over to kiss him again, you allowed him to move from your lips, down your neck and chest until they wrapped around one of your nipples - alternating between the two between chants of your name.

Switching so your hips were now rotating in circles and grinding against him to make him brush against your g-spot. Releasing his hands you allowed him to touch you all over. Moving your hand to circle his throat you felt his heart beating erratically as the other hand moved to brace yourself against his hard chest as you leaned forward which allowed him to piston his hips up, chasing both of your releases.

When he felt you squeezing him tighter than before he moved a hand down to your clit, driving you to your release as he chased his own. Staring into each other's eyes you fell apart together while you collapsed against his chest. Arms wrapping around you, he rolled you to your side, pressing a kiss to your lips as he left to grab a rag to clean the both of you up.

Returning, he pulled you against his chest as you both felt the built up exhaustion from your day overcoming you. Before allowing sleep to whisk you away, you once again made eye contact, gazes expressing nothing but the pure depth of love you hold for each other. Regardless of how the day didn’t go to plan, in the end you had each other and that’s all that mattered.

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--------- My tiny one shot below for you 🤍

'Daddy's Home'

1.4k words | Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader |

↳ Trent returns home from an away game to an overjoyed Teddy, the ultimate daddy’s girl. She clings to him, dodging his question about whether she behaved for you. With playful coaxing, she finally admits she wasn’t her best and tearfully apologizes. Trent and you reassure her of your love, comforting her worries about his absence. No matter where he goes, he always comes home to his girls.

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[Apart of Fie's Trauma Dump Memorial. A swan song of works about the impending dearly departed.]

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The moment Trent stepped through the front door, Teddy’s little feet pitter pattered against the polished hardwood flooring. He’d been away for a champions league game in Germany and now, daddy was finally home. 

“My Dada!!!” she screamed, her tiny voice bursting with joy as she ran straight for him. Trent barely had time to drop his bag before squatting down, arms wide open, his smile stretching ear to ear. 

“Mmm c'mere, Ted!" He hummed squeezing her tight. "My baby bear. I missed you, sweetheart. You look so beautiful.” He tried to pull her off him to see the identical dimples deepening, and pouty lips curling. But Teddy had no patience for sweet words. She crashed into him, her little arms wrapping tight around his neck. 

“Dada,” she muttered, ignoring anything else, too excited that he was finally home. Trent chuckled, rubbing slow circles on her back. You walked into the foyer with a lazy smile knowing that you were guaranteed a good two to three hour window Teddy free now that daddy was home. 

“Were you good for Mama while I was away?” he asked, voice warm and expectant. You couldn’t help but smirk, casting Teddy a knowing side-eye, recalling the storm of tantrums and the stubborn little frown and pooling puppy dog eyes that had plagued yesterday. But Teddy had mastered the art of distraction, burrowing deeper into Trent’s shoulder. She was a pro at being a bonified daddy's girl.

“My Dada!” she squealed again, her grip tightening like she could keep him from ever leaving again. Trent almost fell for it. Almost. He held her close, inhaling the sweet scent of baby shampoo in her curls. But then, his eyes flicked up to you, catching your playful glare—one that said, ‘come on, don’t let her get away with that.’

“Answer my question,” he laughed, pulling back just enough to see her little face. “Baby, you good for Mama? Because my Teddy bear is always a good girl. She loves her mummy.” Teddy’s bottom lip jutted out in a pout, her little brows furrowing at the mere suggestion that she could have done anything wrong. 

“I Daddy’s Teddy bear!” she whined, her arms clinging tighter, like the title itself was at stake. She didn’t like the concept that she could possibly have ruled herself out of being Daddy's Teddy. Trent tilted his head, pretending to contemplate. 

“Mmm, don’t know. Depends.” He hummed teasingly.  “My Teddy bear is so nice to her mummy. Come on, be brave. Tell me, baby, because big girls don’t lie to Daddy.” He cooed gently. She whined hiding in his neck, trying to move past this interrogation and move onto just cuddles. You rolled your eyes at her antics. Trent smiled at you before his attention returned to the little girl in his arms attempting to get impossibly closer to him. “Excuse me… Teddy Alexander-Arnold. Can you pay attention to me?" He chuckled. "Were you good for mummy?” He asked again. She squirmed, her face scrunching up in protest before finally letting out a tiny whimper. Then, the puppy-dog eyes came out in full force, thank god no longer directed at you anymore, but they were wide and shimmering with unspoken pleas as she let out a defeated huff.

“Nos,” she whispered, looking down at her feet. Trent exhaled, fighting back a smile. She looked ridiculously cute, but he tried to stay firm. And then… there it was. The tears. Tiny, guilt-ridden tears tipping over her lashes, her little chest rising and falling with the weight of them. You reached for her, your heart melting instantly. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you soothed, sitting beside them on the hardwood floors. Trent pulled away from Teddy just long enough to press a kiss to your lips, his hand cradling your cheek. She whined in protest with a hiccuped shaky breath, but he only chuckled, his gaze soft and full of love as it met yours. 

“Missed you so much, beautiful.” He murmured, his thumb brushing your skin. You pulled away with a bashful smile because Daddy was home—but so was your T.

“Come here, Ted. Mwah.” You pressed a kiss to her temple, letting her snuggle into your lap, but keeping her within Trent’s reach. Teddy curled into your chest, her big, glassy eyes peering up at you, the very picture of dramatic sadness. You stroked her back, fighting back a knowing smile as you glanced at Trent. “I wonder where you get this little pout from, hmm?” you mused, tracing your finger over her jutted-out bottom lip. Trent just shrugged, completely unbothered, and you rolled your eyes at his blatant denial. 

“You know you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world, right?” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s temple, his voice soft. Then, with a pointed look at you, he added, “Just like Mummy.” You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping as you glanced between them. Teddy was Trent’s carbon copy—pout, puppy dog eyes, and all. “So, did ya have a little bit of an attitude yesterday, Ted?" He asked her, trying his hardest not to let his smile to get too big, but she was really cute and he missed her. She nodded with a sniffle. "Did you apologize to mummy?” he asked softly, brushing a stray curl from her cheek.

“Am sorry, mama,” she whimpered, tears still falling as she looked up at you.

“Shhh, that’s alright, baby. I love you, okay?” You stroked her back as she nodded again with a hiccup. “But baby… you know it’s better to tell Mama why you’re upset than just get grumpy with her, yeah?” Another nod. More quiet sniffling. “Remember we talked about it yesterday. Have to just tell mummy how you feel. It’ll be okay.” You kissed her hair with a hum, trying to calm her. It really wasn't a big deal but two and a half was proving to be filled with a lot of the word 'no.'  

“Ted, we always tell Mummy. And we definitely always tell Daddy the truth, yeah?” Trent’s voice was gentle but firm, and Teddy’s pout deepened. She huffed, her tiny shoulders rising and falling. “Did you know Mummy and Daddy tell each other everything, even when we're upset?” Trent continued, watching her closely. Teddy’s little face scrunched up in confusion. She shook her head. 

“But ‘way Dada…” she murmured, her lip trembling again, fresh tears brimming at the mention of his absence. Trent’s expression softened, mirroring hers. His own heart clenched at the sight of her struggling to understand why he ever had to leave at all.

“Yeah, but Daddy always comes back home to us. And we call him all the time he's away, right?” You kissed her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Never misses bedtime, does he?" You cooed kissing her cheek again. Teddy’s eyes flicked between the two of you, processing. She shook her head no again recalling just last night daddy had called before she went to sleep. “But Daddy is my best friend in the whole world, so I tell him everything,” you added, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Do you know who else is my best friend?” She shook her head, curiosity dimming the last of her tears. “My Teddy bear,” you whispered, squeezing her tight before blowing a loud raspberry onto her cheek.

“Mama!” she squealed, giggling and wiggling in your hold, her little hands pushing at your face. Trent let out a sigh, his smile full of love as he watched the two of you. His entire world, right there.

“I love you so much, okay?” you whispered into Teddy’s ear, holding her close. She nodded, her tiny hands clutching at you both before she turned to Trent with wide, searching eyes.

“Dada still love?” She asked earnestly. Trent’s heart clenched all over again. He hated that he wasn't always home. And he really hated that Teddy was becoming more aware that he wasn't and you were facing the backlash.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling her into him again, his lips pressing into her curls as his arms wrapped tightly around her tiny frame. “I love you, Teddy girl. So much. Always and forever. Every day. Everywhere I am. No matter when. No matter where. Okay?” 

“Tay..." She sniffled.

"When I'm away though, gotta be good for mummy f'me. Promise?" He cooed gently earning another nod, another sniffle.

"Tay... " Teddy’s bottom lip wobbled again. "But miss Dada.”

“I know, I know. I miss you so much. Wish I could be with you and mummy every day.” He whispered softly, his hand reaching out to squeeze your thigh, ever thoughtful, even if his focus was on your daughter. She sniffled again, burying her face into his chest, her tiny hands gripping the fabric of his jumper like she was afraid he’d disappear again. You laid your hand over his and your heart ached because a part of you felt the exact same way she did. You wanted him at home too. “It’s just Daddy’s job. I’m sorry, baby bear.” Trent held her tighter, rocking her gently, whispering every promise he could think of against her hair, his heart entirely, completely, and utterly hers. Teddy finally calming because she knew at least for now, daddy was home.

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